#even if their friendship is sitting in silence together. venting to each other on occasion

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

obsessed with this 4koma. what do you mean that's your first friend. i mean im guess im not surprised but are you serious

[spilledkauffie]

SFW (Fluff) Alphabet · Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || Sorry I’ve been so absent this week; I promise I have content for the weekend!

*xFemale!Reader || NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quite affectionate— he loves giving you affection, and it’s all across the board with him. It can be from soft sweet touches to actual affectionate actions done for you.

Full HC list on this soon! ✧

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Literally the best— for starters he’s super loyal, because if you’re truly friends with him he’s not giving up on you easily. Your friendship wasn’t exactly easy to get to, mostly thanks to his profession, but once you’re in, you’re in. 

100% defensive of you— anyone tries to come at you in any negative way, he’s got a comeback to absolutely destroy them. Also, having someone of his reputation around can be beneficial for when you want to be left alone, as he seems to intimidate people a little bit.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When you cuddle him— he loves it when you just come over without saying a word and cuddle up next to him, he doesn’t ask questions he just lets you get as close and be as cute as you want. Sometimes he has to chuckle at just how physically needy you are, like absolutely burying your face against his back, nuzzling softly, with your arms around him in an attempt to get his attention / also loves waking up to you cuddled right up against him.

When he cuddles you— he can just tell when you need it, so often times he reaches out for your hands with a “come on, come here,” naturally, you give in, he pulls you into a hug, slightly rocking you back and forth. It’s a lot of soft touches and feathery kisses.

↳ if you’re lying on your stomach, he’ll lie down with you. Resting his head on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across or down your back, sometimes he places soft kisses against your skin, which always gets your attention. You either: 1). turn on to your side, he hooks and arm between you legs and uses your thigh as a pillow. 2). you lay on your back, letting him rest against your stomach, gradually he makes his way up to give the corner of your lips a kiss.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

For sure— it’s not long before you’re practically living with him. Now that you’re in his life, he wants you around for everyday life; what is his very soon becomes yours. You picked up on it when he started to suggest “why don’t you stay here... tonight? And maybe tomorrow?” more often.

Around the house— he’s quite casual. You never feel expected to get up at a certain hour (regardless that he gets up early), you’re never expected to be downstairs and dressed immediately, it’s more of a calm atmosphere that lets you wake up. You don’t constantly have to be around each other, he knows space is important. Sometimes it’s just doing your own things in the same room in silence together. Despite the status of Baron, he behaves like your average individual around the house, he likes to do things himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s actually really hard for him— it’d have to be in person though, as hard as it would be. For starters it would take a lot for him to actually call it over, he’s extremely patient and an expert at working things out with you, because he truly doesn’t want to it end.

↳ a most likely situation for ending it would be that he can’t guarantee your safety due to whatever he’s getting himself into, and he’d rather make the call to let you go than to have no choice in truly losing you because of his own dangerous choices. 

He’d leave it open though— sitting across from him, you stay quiet after both coming to the conclusion that it’s over. However, he leaves you with: “if you ever need anything, in any way. . .” you nod, a few tears falling as you stay silent, staring forward. Coming over to you, he softly wipes a tear away, kissing your temple, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s definitely committed in the relationship— ring or no ring, if you’re in a relationship with him he’s all in, not the type of person to just have a fling here and there. It’s total dedication to you, and you only. 

Considering he’s done it once before—there’s a lot of past memories surrounding the topic of marriage for him, which is why there’s probably going to be a good amount of time together before any proposal. He just wants to be sure, plus there needs to be time to talk everything out before rushing into anything. 

↳ when the time does come though, it’s a mad romantic, but personal proposal, with the most gorgeous ring in the world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically— he’s super soft with you. He never wants to startle you, it’s always what you’re comfortable with. Touches are more than just flirtatious with him, they can be comforting, encouraging, supporting, etc. (He also knows what you’re not comfortable with as well so he can avoid it)

Emotionally— it’s a little more complicated. With your emotions he’s super gentle and understanding, always. He listens to anything and everything you say or just need to vent. He doesn’t interrupt and only gives his thoughts when you ask for them. He never intends to hurt you feeling either, he’s very careful. However, with his own emotions however, he’s a little harsher. He doesn’t really like to show any of the more complicated emotions. And doesn’t always give himself much grace for feeling certain ways, he tends to repress.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Only from you— he doesn’t really like other people getting friendly, unless he really really knows them, even then it’s different. He doesn’t get physical with other people unless it’s a “move— you’re in my way,” situation, but that doesn’t count as friendly.

Extremely handsy— he love to bring his arms around you, so he can completely hold you whilst hugging you. Whether it’s around your waist, shoulders, hips, etc., just depends how the hug is done. He also tends to stroke his hands when hugging you, up and down your arms, back, sides, thighs, wherever.

↳ he likes to nuzzle against your neck, during front or back hugs, with the bridge of his nose, or his lips. He also gives tender kisses while he has you so close. Not kisses with other intentions, just sweet loving kisses that make you smile. Sometimes he brings his hand under your jaw, to tilt your head just enough so he can kiss your lips.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but it’s not forever— when he knows he will tell you with no hesitation. He doesn’t debate telling you or worry about it being too bold, nope, he means it when he says it and he says it when he means it.

He also says it in different ways— it’s not always “those three words,” through his gestures and other phrases you hear I love you a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not if it’s someone you’ve known before him— he’s not intimidated by pervious friendships that predate your relationship. 

When people flirt with you knowing he’s with you— he gets real jealous, real fast. Given that fancy occasions are kind of a routine thing, you’re around a lot of other people who want to flirt with you, and often do pretty openly. It’s rare that Zemo ever leaves your side, which helps, but that doesn’t stop people from trying, which he hates. Typically he just tries to keep you physically near, so he can be there to prevent it.

↳ one time he left to get you a drink and an old rival of his found you. Trying to be polite you remained in conversation, feeling fine until he caressed your shoulder. Almost immediately Zemo was back at your side. Handing you your drink civilly, with a “here you are, Darling,” he then glared at the man standing across from you. Not so subtly, Zemo slipped his arm around you, literally pushing off the unwanted hand and replacing it with his own. You leaned into him more, attempting to make a point, as Zemo continued giving a half smile half glare.

He doesn’t do much about it in aftermath— he’ll calmly admit to you that he was jealous, but he also gets you with “I understand why people want to talk, flirt, and be with you,” he shrugs, “you’re beautiful, they’d have to be blind not to see that, but yes,” he tilts his head, “but. . . I have to admit, there’s part of me that wants that only to myself, of course.” It makes you smile how calm he tries to keep himself, despite the frustration. It’s usually you who actually does anything after these type of conversations though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lightly running fingers up your neck— when he’s kissing you, he traces his fingers slowly up the side of your neck, until he reaches your jaw, there he strokes his thumb across your jawline.

Holding your hand— sometimes when you’re flirting with him, you like to get as close as possible without touching, he knows the game and subtly slips his fingers between yours, then he goes in for the kiss. He can feel your smile and your hands hold his tighter as you give in.

Hand kisses— he gives these whenever, wherever, and however often he can. It’s a cute way of showing affection in a very classy way. He uses them as hello / goodbye greetings, although typically you require more than a kiss on the hand for saying goodbye.

Soft, but turns into more— it starts out as a super sweet gentle kiss, but slowly you can feel it deepen, to which you usually break the kiss with a smile, “Helmut,” you laugh, holding onto his arms around you, as he moves his mouth to your neck, “I don’t have time for this,” you try to stop giggling.

As for himself— he loves the taste of you lips, so every time you kiss him, he adores it. However, there is a sweet spot at the base of his neck, that when you kiss there makes him stop mid sentence.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Fantastic— he’s actually perfect with kids. Maybe it’s past experience that plays into it, but he’s so sweet with kids. When they accidentally run into him, he gives a “be careful, little one,” before stepping out of their way. Something you’ve noticed is that he talks to them like they’re little adults, which is adorable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Staying in bed— one way or another one of you convinces the other to stay in bed. Sometimes it’s him asking you to stay just a little bit longer, when you can’t, he understands and watches you get dressed, asking what your day looks like. / Other times it’s you compelling him that it’d be more fun to stay and cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxing— it’s a calm, safe, and warm environment when you can both just relax from the day in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’ll lean back against him and ask what he’s reading, when he says Machiavelli, you smile and get cozy, “perfect, that sends me right off,” you close your eyes as he begins to read aloud.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book— there’s a lot of history with him, some good, but also some bad. Even before the whole campaign to end Super Soldiers, he has a bit of a shady past, with his own military exploits. Some he’s made amends with, others he hasn’t.

Depends how much you already know— if you already know a good amount about him, 1). he’ll ask to even the playing field, so he can know you equally as well 2). he doesn’t mind you asking questions since you’re already aware of his general history.

Surface level stuff— interests, fascinations, favourite this-or-thats, he’s pretty open about though! He doesn’t mind sharing or talking about any of the casual topics about himself, it’s just the more personal stuff that takes time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s extremely patient— The only way you would know is by a facial expression. His looks give him away more than his words or attitude does.  

↳ if you’re not getting along, he’s the first to apologise, and it’s not an “I’m sorry” end of conversation apology. It’s a well thought out apology, because you don’t argue about the little stuff, it’d have to be something big to get you at odds for a while.

Silently frustrated— even if he gets mad, he keeps his cool in circumstances. Never raises his voice, his tone just gets a little deeper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything— seriously, he does not forget anything. You’re his number one priority, so of course he pays attention. Even if there’s something you just mention at random, he’ll remember it. Say you mention how you used to have/like/want something, there’s a good chance it’s showing up again.

He also asks— he’s genuinely curious about you and wants to know as much as he can about the person he’s in love with. So, he loves childhood stories, random details, and little quirks about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you said those three words— when you know everything about him, his past, his lifestyle, and you still decided to say I love you. And you still standing by it even though it meant waiting for him.

He also loves remembering the first time he saw you— he says he could never forget it, it was like a divine beauty just walked in.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyy— he’s extremely protective of you, but not overbearing, he’s good a being distantly or subtly protective. In other words in public / at events / new places he keeps an eye on you, even if it’s from a distance.

He will literally do anything— there’s no limit with how far he’d go to protect you from anything or anyone, even if he knows he’s outmatched, he’ll find a way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— he puts a lot of effort into them, mainly trying to make it a perfect yet comfortable setting. So if you like quiet restaurants, that’s what he’ll find. If you like outdoors, he’ll find a stunning walkthrough garden, etc.

Celebrations— it’s always extravagant and grand and beautiful whenever you’re celebrating anything with him. He wants you to feel like the royalty he believes you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How easy criminal life is for him lol— you love the fact that he surprised you with a real classic art piece for your birthday, but the exact details on how he got it isn’t as pretty. You frequently ask if there’s any other way he could make a living.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vain— despite the fancy and classy lifestyle, he’s never thought himself as an individual of great beauty. He likes beautiful things, which is why he says he was so attracted to you, but personally he doesn’t think much of himself.

He cares though— it’s not like he doesn’t care whatsoever, which is why he’ll usually ask you “what do you think of this?” in regards to fashion. He wants to look nice for you, and he knows how to do that. But he’s not the guy to check himself in the mirror, or constantly fret about his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t need a relationship— but that’s what makes your so special. Since he’s not the type to just constantly need someone to feel complete, the fact that he does need you make you and your relationship all the more important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can crash literally anywhere— you’ve found him on the couch, on the floor, in a chair, and you have no idea why it’s a habit of his, but it is! And you have definitely addressed him about it before.

↳ walking in to his study, you found him asleep on the floor between the couch and coffee table, shaking your head and crouching down, you woke him up. Looking up to you, you asked, “Helmut, why are you sleeping on the floor?” / “Hmm- wh- I’m not on the floor, you’re on the floor,” he states sitting up, brining you into a hug with him.

[vinylhazza]

“i want to go home” and “let me go” with ethan 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 make it angsty i missed ur angst

you don’t want to fight with him. you weren’t the fighting type, but christ he can be insufferable sometimes. it hurt you to fight with him - no matter how much he deserved to have his ass handed to him on more than one occasion.

ethan is stubborn. often times brooding during your time together. you’ve known that since the first day you met him and watched with confused delite when he refused for you to pay for your own coffee only minutes after having small talk. he wasn’t the easiest to understand right off the bat that’s for sure. he’d talked of things far beyond your comprehension and spoke eloquently. he’d inserted his card into the chip reader with his brows turned down in a pout, dark hair a perfect mess atop his head, shoes shined, suit pressed. the corners of his mouth drooped to match his adorable pout, merely shaking his head briskly when you’d tried to pay him back. you’d known it to be a kind gesture, and he confirmed those thoughts by later slipping the small white receipt piece in your jacket pocket with seven messy digits drawn right next to a sloppy smiley face.

you still have that receipt in the top drawer of your nightstand. that spark...you remembered that first spark. thinking of him from that day on was habit, and often times more than you could handle. he’d captured a part of you before you’d even realized it. he had that effect on people.

you waited weeks until you’d texted him, too much of a chicken-shit to think he actually meant it as anything more than a kind gesture for listening to him drone on about marketing for at least a half an hour. to your surprise, he had texted back in minutes. from them on he’d made every attempt at scoring a date with you, and when he finally did - you had the best night of your life. 

boy did the man have a personality. take that as you will. 

if he so much as felt you were having an attitude, he’d refuse your kisses until you agreed to talk to him like a “big girl.” you knew from the moment he whipped his head to the side and shut his eyes, your body going still where you leaned across the table watching him pay bills or work on deadline work. not only did it make you want to fall into the floor and hope the foundation swallowed you up, but it forced you to talk - something you could never get him to do. 

ethan only buys you the best of the best despite your objections. you figured that’s what love means to him in a way, giving your all even if it wasn't emotionally. you'd never had the guts to tell him you like to be held more than anything. he makes sure to never leave you unsatisfied in bed - especially if he noticed your legs weren’t shaking hard enough to his liking. tells you any story you want to hear if it means you’ll sleep peacefully. let’s you read your favorite books to him: his head in your lap, arms crossed over his chest in thought, pondering eyes on the ceiling. he��d stop you for explanations along the way. it was an adorable habit that you will love until the end of time. the fact that he wanted to hear your thoughts. you found yourself jotting down scribbles in the margins just to remember the moments exactly as they were: pure. 

he tries to act hard, like the world is his slave and bends at his will, you know - oh you know just how soft his heart truly was. even if he was an arrogant ass 87% of the time. but he’s learning. how to be a boyfriend, how to be a man that doesn’t have to hide from vulnerability and emotion. he’s learning despite his discomfort. 

ethan never wanted help when making the bed, no matter how many times you insisted and he always wanted to help you put your sunscreen on during summer and run your baths when you’ve had a long day. his work computer was shut off at seven sharp every night and shower always started at six in the morning. keys must be placed on their rightful hook and shoes on the mat. notepad must be placed on his side of the bed in case a thought wakes him in the night and he can’t go to sleep until he writes it down. all of which were non negotiable. he was stubborn, yes...but you loved him.

above all else there was love. so much love it consumed him deep in the pits of his body, mind and soul. even if he couldn’t, or much rather wouldn’t explain just how much you’d bewitched him...there was love.

he had a funny way of showing this love through obstacles and hoops you’d taken forever to jump through early on in your odd relationship. first it was friendship, a strange friendship at that. mostly consisting of calling each other randomly to ask what the person was thinking at that moment, which led to conversations of witches, wizards, and ghouls - children's tales and memories from the past that sprung free of the net. regardless if he meant for it to happen or not, that friendship blossomed into a whirlpool of admittances he would have damned himself for in the past: 

“I wanted to see you” 

“I hope you're okay”

 “let me know when you get home safe” 

“can you read that part again? I like the sound of your voice”

 “I know you got that job, they’d be insane not to hire you” 

“come over, I miss you”

“do you miss me too?”

“I thought of you today”

friendship turned into fire kindling in the pits of him 

he wasn’t easy to trust others and you’d earned that trust fair and square. first through kindness, honesty, and a lot of self control. he wasn’t like every guy you’d been with in the past and you didn’t treat him like such. you’d been the only one to take your time and learn the inner workings of his mind and understand, not just engage or maintain his happiness. you’d expanded your craft in making him happy. giggling in bed at 3am, lovestruck, insanely, truly, madly, deeply happy. but demons don’t go away forever, and good behavior must be learned - especially with a life that has treated you unfairly. 

you understood how troubled ethans mind could be at times and you tried to be patient. patient enough that when he looked over at you, he trusted that you’d listen to him even if he was being irritating and crude. the darkness swirling in his eyes didn't scare you off, not like the others. you chose to stay time and time again. not that you were a push over by any means but one must understand how hard it became sometimes, to be patient in times where he blocked out every voice, every noise, every reasonable answer and refused to listen. refused your help and your advice, gave you silence as a reward for thirty minutes of trying to make him smile. it was frustrating to be ignored.

there was a lesson you'd known to be true: no matter how many stars you wish on, how many pennies you drop into the well, nothing is ever as perfect as it seems. 

you had told him more times than you could count on one hand: you weren’t his enemy. when it felt like the world was out to get him, like the sky was black and blue and he couldn’t see any light in the foreseeable future, you were there with a kind hand to lead him back. back to himself, reality, sanity. with the good came the bad and the constant back and forth it was taking it’s toll. if something didn’t change soon, he’d find that his light has left him in the clouds.

that’s how you found yourself sitting with your fingers fiddling in your lap, in the passenger seat of a car that you’d have to sell your soul to be able to afford, the hot air blowing through the vents and over your now trembling fingers, dress now more tight and uncomfortable than it seemed to be half an hour ago. you tried focusing on anything than the eery silence, save for the quiet music rolling through the speakers. it was easier than you’d thought to drown out the voices - you weren’t in the mindset to listen to someone else's problems. the many rings you wore now the main focal point for the agonizing hour drive back to your shared apartment.

it was a collection of pointless noise. pointless for the simple reason that the only sound you really wanted at the time was ethans voice. the low vibration that shot sparks straight to your stomach, the vibrato that sounded like home. anything to let you know he was okay, that he was working through his emotions instead of shutting them off.

“you okay?”

the last thing that had been said in over 30 minutes. you knew he was frustrated with himself by the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, the way he drove at least ten over the speed limit, and the torturous strain of his taught jaw muscles, eyes shooting daggers at the road. he hadn’t given you an answer. 

if you’d known Alec would be there, you never would have gone. you never thought in a million years you’d be seeing him again unless forced by the universe to punish you. punish you both. how often did you see your boyfriends ex bestfriend who happened to co-exist as the ex of your very own bestfriend? a person you’d both chosen to cut ties with for a multitude of reasons. for the better. a lying manipulating cheater that had no place in your life or anyone that you loved. the connection between the two had been a shock at first, but you were quick to warn ethan about the deceitful nature of his “friend.” you wondered how you’d never met ethan before considering that link but were thankful he decided to shoot his shot in the café not a block from your old apartment.

alec was...sneaky. not only had he betrayed you and your bestfriend, shown his true colors, but he’d also betrayed ethan - his closest companion for over a decade. it wasn’t long before he dropped the both of them like they were a virus he was glad to be rid of. it broke your heart to see them both grieve the man they thought they knew. from that day forward, you made it your mission to try and lessen that pain for the two of them in whatever way you could. you became the anchor to a ship gone rogue.

you’d been just as shocked as ethan to see him at the event. an event he wouldn’t have even been at, had it not been for ethan and his good word.

alec was part of the holding company, Rissito’s Publishing Co golden boy. a new top boss only thanks to ethans referral and promise that he’d “kill it.”  HR ate it up. if only ethan had known beforehand the betrayal that would unleash after his hiring - he’d have stuck his foot in his mouth long before he told HR to give him a chance.

Alec was someone who gained respect without earning it first. someone who took advantage of a good friends kindness and used it for his own benefit, while leaving that same friend in the dust. he was a dispicable tyrant that had nothing better to do than ruin people to get ahead. no matter what cost.

he was someone who rarely showed his face at events that gave him no ego boost or feeling of supremacy.

you didn’t think your stomach would twist up at the the mere sight of his icy blonde air, unbelievable posture, and wicked grin. but it did. the few times you’d met him for your friend and for ethan...you’d felt the wind of something bad. “something wicked this way comes” right?

you’d been so stunned that you’d stopped in your tracks and let go of ethan’s hand altogether. the air stuck somewhere deep down in your chest, threatening to burst if you didn’t get as far away as you could. of course he would be here, he was invited to speak on behalf of the company. you quickly scolded yourself, reminded that this night wasn’t about you or alec no matter what past or resentment you held - it was about being there in support of ethan and his accomplishments.

alec had strolled up on stage draped with navy velvet curtains, right to a glass podium clear enough that you had to squint to see it just to “give his thanks and welcome” to the crowd of overdressed office workers. you wondered for a brief moment how strange he sounded when he spoke formally. like a robot coached to please. he’d used the same voice when he gaslighted your friend into thinking she was insane and needed help. really he was the lost boy. he spoke down to the group of people he now had authority over. people you knew he didn’t give two fucks about. he looked the same as you remembered - but if possible more sinister. he was the devil in the flesh and someone you knew could set ethan off in seconds. to your horror, your suspicions were true.

this was ethan’s night. at least to you and everyone that cared about him. a night he worked hard towards and quite frankly busted his ass to achieve. he deserved the silver platters, champagne, laughs with his co-workers, a pat on the back from his boss standing somewhere near the exit that you’d missed somehow on your way in. you knew it would be ruined if he let his anger get the best of him. you couldn’t stop his fuse igniting, and just when you thought you’d made it to the clear, that he’d been paying too much attention in trying to find snacks to satisfy his growling stomach - ethan froze beside you. statue still and glaring at alec. you were shocked alec didn’t drop dead from the look.

“i want to go home,” ethan had seethed immediately upon seeing Alec rise to the podium, grabbing your wrist tight with his fingers. too tight would describe his hold. much too tight. he all but ignored your grimace and look of confusion. 

“we just got here ethan, you haven’t even received the award,” you had tried to reason with him. he was acting brash. impulsive and irrational. he’d be called to the stage any moment, an award he obviously no longer cared about. when ethan was set on a mission, he was rarely persuaded.

“i don’t give a fuck,” he growled lowly, turning to look at you with laser hot eyes, “i don’t want to be anywhere near that prick and honestly i don’t know why you would either, y/n.”

it stung to hear him spit your name through his clenched teeth, but you tried your best to ignore it.

you heard him. you did. but you also knew he’d regret walking out the door more than he thought at the time. for years all he’s wanted was the recognition that he’d get in just a few minutes - the praise you knew he yearned for. but he was hell bent on getting the hell away from he who must not be named.

“tonight isn’t about him. it’s about your amazing accomplishments. something you’ve earned and worked hard for. don’t let him take this away from you!” of course your words fell on deaf ears. he wasn’t in any position to negotiate.

“stop. talking,” he barked, nails digging into your delicate skin, marching through the crowd of concerned on-lookers.

“ethan stop...you’re hurting me. please stop and talk to me, we can go to the bathroom or something,” you begged, trying not to blush with all eyes set on the two of you. taking a quick glance around to the raised eyebrows and turned up lips you shook your head in embarrassment. you were mortified to be a part of such a scene.

you were embarassed to be causing such a scene at a prestigious event for one of the biggest publishing companies in the country. it caused your stomach to turn at the thought of ever having to face the crowd of people again. your office visits would be few and far between after this.

“baby please,” you whimpered pathetically, trying yet again to be a voice of reason. you figured a pet name would get through to him. hopefully to calm the storm crashing in his head, “stop and look at me.”

“all he’s ever done is fucking ruin things, y/n. don’t you agree? he caused you and i both havoc for MONTHS and you want to stand and listen to this fucking shit?” he barked, turning to look at you with daggers for eyes, “i’ll be damned if i stare at his cocky smirk all night long.” you worried his jaw might break from the strength of his clenching, but chose to keep your knit picking you yourself he’d grumbled one last “fucking dickhead.” before you’d flinched at the aching of your wrist.

being dragged through a crowd of people wasn’t exactly the easiest task when you could barely keep up with his strides on a daily basis, let alone when he was sprinting around tables set for a feast, elegantly dressed men and women, staff that bustled about, and security that eyed you both like a hawk - thankful for your hasty exit.

“let me go!” you cried with one final feeble attempt to reach him through his blind rage from just the sight of the man that had hurt you both deeply. you wretched your hand like a girl gone mad, ignoring the gasps of people much too prudish to ever sympathize with your situation - all they knew what judgment and riches.

guilt crashing through his wall of xxx only allowing him a horrified glance back at your pained expression, yanking his hand back and away from you without a word. he held his arm to his chest as if it pained him to touch you in any way but his usual soft caress.

you watched warily when he turned toward the open set of double doors, this time without grabbing you. you had half a mind not to follow him. but you weighed your options heavily: stay for no reason and get judged and ridiculed by a crowd of people that thought less of you than dirt and even worse, have to talk to alec? or run after ethan and hope for the best on the ride home? hanging your head, you gathered the bottom of your burgundy dress in your hands shyly as to not trip and humiliate yourself further, walking briskly towards the parking lot. you knew he’d be more than ashamed with himself for acting the way he had, disgusted with his failure to perceiver through a problem.

he’s lost control. ethan hated losing control.

isnt that exactly what alec would want? he would want to see ethan crumble before his eyes and the many eyes of people he’s meant to be composed and professional around. create a name for himself: not a good one.

he would want to see him act out and lose his sanity with resentment and hatred in front of the well respected business men and women he worked with daily. alec was far too narcissistic to admit to his wrongdoings, but had a way of making his victims seem crazy. it was the toxicity you’d dealt with for the entirety of your miserable relationship. you felt ill at the fact that ethan had to experience it. had to deal with it for the sake of his job.

he did hate him, more than he’d admit. but really what lied beneath the surface is something he’s only admitted to you once before when he’d had one too many shots. more than anything, alec caused him a great deal of pain. ethan was hurt by his late friend. he was hurt by the reckless behavior and betrayal. he was hurt that alec tried to take his job out from under him instead of being satisfied with what he had. he was hurt that he treated you no greater than a peasant. he was hurt that he’d thrown away years of friendship just to get ahead. more than anything, ethan was hurt. but of course he was too stubborn to say that to you, to anyone, maybe even too scared to admit it to himself.

pulling into the parking garage was in no way an experience you wanted to relive again. the silence pained you. the silence pained him too, and you know it whether or not he’d say so. your tears, silently falling right next to the man you’d normally run to, went unnoticed. the yellow-orange of the lights bounced off the hood of the car to illuminate your devestated expression. you couldn’t believe how the night had played out and how easy it had been for alec to get the best of you both. he had won. again. the thought made your stomach churn.

he was out of line tonight. he’s not only made an ass of himself in front of the head management of his company, but he’d had total disregard for his actions towards you - physical and verbal. tonight...he was someone you didn’t want to be around.

your wrist was red from where he’d grabbed you at the party, reminding you that ethan did need a serious wake up call. you’d done as much as you could to soothe him and you won’t be subject to his wrath.

when he finally turned into a parking spot and turned the car off, he finally did speak. but it was in no way what you wanted to hear.

“they’ll hold the award. i would have been on the stage speaking for a couple seconds before they moved on.”

despite your efforts, you scoffed at how abtuse he really was to the situation.

“i asked if you were okay. but you acted very not okay and i don’t know how to help you or even if i want to,” you told him earnestly, eyes glued to your lap.

“what does that even mean?” ethan snapped, running a hand through his hair.

you watched as a grey expedition passed in the side mirror before you chose to respond as calmly as you could.

“it was so easy for you to lose control.”

“i don’t stay in situations that hinder me or the people i care about.”

“oh so now you care about me?”

“that’s not fair, y/n,” he sighed, shaking his head and looking out his respective window.

“and this is?” you hold up your reddened wrist, just far enough that he couldn’t ignore the gesture and turned to look at you briefly.

“it wasn’t personal, i just get so...”

“angry. you were angry and i understand why you would be. al...he showed up out of nowhere and you don’t do well with surprises. but he is a part of that company now and maybe we both should have prepared ourselves before we stepped foot out of the apartment tonight. i didn’t deserve that and neither did anyone else at the event tonight.”

he opened his mouth to speak, another excuse your sure but you carried on while blinking back hot tears.

“you were impulsive and gave no mind to the way you treated me and how it must have looked to your boss who watched us leave not even 30 minutes after we arrived. how do you think you’ll feel in the morning when this is all you’ve wanted and you let him ruin it? you always said you were done letting people get the best of you.”

“he has a way of pissing me off and he’s just- he doesn’t care okay?! he sat up there and told lies, y/n. he doesn’t give a fuck about the job or the people or even all of the good we do and dreams we help make a reality. i...i should have been the one up there talking...” ah...so jealousy it was.

“ethan,” you laugh, not with humor but disbelief, “you know he’s as fake as they come. he doesn’t care like you do. you will have your time to shine and you would have tonight if you hadn’t ran away like a coward.”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he grumbled, opening the latch on the door in an attempt to get out and leave a conversation where he had to talk about how he felt.

“you can run all you want but one day these feelings will catch up with you and you’ll crash. you’ve opened up quite a bit with me over the past few months and i’ve noticed that change and i’ve been proud. more than anything i’m proud...but this has to stop,” you grab him by his bicep, forcing him to look at the tears that fell onto your cheek, ignoring the stiff silence without the aid of the radio and air conditioning, “you have to start believing in yourself like i do. who gives a fuck if he’s a man with five seconds of fame he didn’t even earn? you bust your ass every single day and you know it.”

his eyes shoot across your kind face, landing on your eyes that scream he’s sorry, he messed up, he wants to talk but doesn’t know what to say.

“no one can make you feel inferior without your permission remember?” you nod, trying your best to give him a smile. you suppose it looked more like a grimace.

“right,” he huffs, sucking in a breath like he’d been suffocating the entire ride home, and maybe he had. he’s pressing the palms of his hands flat against his eyes in an attempt to cover up whatever emotion threatened to expose him, “fuck him dude.”

“fuck him is right,” you chuckled dryly, flopping back against the leather back of the seat.

in the silence you waited. you must have been sitting together in the orange glow of the lights for thirty more minutes, the time passing slow. you watched him pull himself together, breathing even in an attempt to build up the nerve to talk once again.

finally he’d looked at you with those eyes you fell in love with. the hazel brightness that was a gate to who he truly was. a soft man with a traumatic story that wasn’t his fault. he fought hard for everything he had and he’d built a good life for himself. he was a different, better, man than he’d been the day he paid for your coffee without question. he was unsure of himself and self-conscious to the point he didn’t know what his purpose was. he’d bounced around from girl to girl, drank away his sadness...but you. you. you must have been his saint. his angel placed in his path for a reason. he couldn’t have felt shittier when he looked over at your wet cheeks and hair falling out of it’s elegant up-do.

you’d flinched at the feeling of his fingers trailing over the splotchy fingerprints on your wrist. this time, you welcomed the touch, staring at his hand tracing the damaged he’d caused. you tried not to bunch your dress up in your other hand.

“i hurt you.”

you nod slightly, not having the energy to respond with anything else.

“i embarassed you.”

another nod.

“i won’t do it again,” he whispered, fully ashamed of himself, “and i’ll...i’m gonna talk to Jeff on Monday. apologize for running off. i’ve never been that person and i acted before i could think straight. you were right. i earned this night and i shouldn’t have let him get to me so quickly. seeing him shouldn’t break me down. it was cowardice and i made an ass of us both and i’m sorry. i’ll try my best to make it right.”

smiling gently, you find yourself leaning over the console to kiss him on the apple of his cheek. his warmth shot sparks through your chest and stomach, something youre sure you’ll never get used to.

“we’ll figure this out together. that’s what we do. side by side. we figure shit out when it seems hopeless and when we look like idiots. it’s called being a team you dummy. thank you for apologizing. but...you know what i’d love?”

the light tone of your voice had him smiling in no time, his head rolling on his neck to look at you, head resting back against the seat.

“if i chilled the fuck out?” he teased with a grin.

“yes...but not what i was gonna say,” you continue smiling, raising his hand to kiss over his knuckles, “i was going to say...i’d love for us to go upstairs so i can get out of this ridiculously tight dress.”

inching towards you he nods, eyes latched on your lips. you feel his breath fan over your skin, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs. he’s moving slowly, enough that if your lips didn’t meet soon you’d get impatient.

“i’m sure we can make that happen,” he mumbles, so low you almost don’t hear him.

you know from this point on, you can trust him on his word. you can’t think to hesitate when he tilts your chin up to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. the fire kindling in your stomach burns brighter when he nips at your bottom lip, asking for permission. you part your lips eagerly, deepening the kiss.

the growth you’ve seen just from this conversation had you hoping for a future where he trusts you completely and didn’t shy away when his own mind punished him into make rash decisions. he’d owned up to his mistake and meant everything he’d said. it would be the last time alec got the best of him. it would be the last time he’d run away from a battle he knew he had the strength to conquer, especially with you at his side.

you’d deal with the consequences of his actions tomorrow, but for now the two of you lived in your own world - far away from alec, the banquet, and any other outside force that threatened to tear you apart. he’d placed his trust in you, and you’d do anything in your power to protect it.

[soundofseventeen]

Friends to More (Yoon Jeonghan)

Heeeeeey. I’m in a sick phase so I don’t much else to do, so we’re already to the Goblin. Enjoy!! -Erin

How you and Jeonghan became friends

LITERALLY no one knows

You get asked a lot

And you always just kind of shrug

Because you don’t even know how the friendship started

It just… did

Anyway you loved everyday of it

You also hated every day of it

Being his friend also came with his drama

Pre high school ages, he was a dork

Like a major dork

Then one summer he grew up

His skin became perfect, he shot up like 2 feet, he got good at styling his hair, all in all he became a looker

Suddenly everyone wanted to be his friends and his date

Which meant you had to play his fake date on more than one occasion

It wasn’t too often, just whenever someone kept bothering him

It only irritated you because he literally flirted with EVERYONE

Very few people were able to resist his charms

Thankfully you were one of them

MOSTLY

Sure you had on and off crushes on him, but then he’d flirt with someone in one of your classes and you’d just roll your eyes at him.

He’d always test out lines on you though

“Hey Y/N, are you today’s date because you’re a ten outta ten”

“Jeonghan it’s the 4th and it’s not even October”

“If you were a tree, I’d totally be into trees”

“Whoever told you that one wants to you rot in hell”

“If I bite my lip would you kiss it better?”

“Last time you bit your lip you pouted and complained for 3 hours”

“If I said you had a beautiful body-”

“IF YOU WANT TO LIVE YOU WILL NOT FINISH THAT ONE”

He’d always hang out at your house on Sundays

You’d just sit in your room and watch movies and dramas and eat snacks and talk about weird things you heard that week Mostly revolving around dumb things your friends did

You had such a gossip session whenever one of his friends got a date

especially Seungcheol, but yall debated when that was going to happen forever

It was your favorite tradition

Because on Sunday’s he wasn’t popular flirty Jeonghan

He was just Jeonghan

Like the dork you knew before he grew up

Sometimes he even wore his old glasses if contacts were too much of a struggle that morning, you are also the only person to have seen him with glasses, not even Seungcheol has seen him in glasses he’s convinced Jeonghan doesn’t even have them

Little did you know

Boy was INTO you

Like a lot

Like since that summer

Because as much as you noticed he changed that summer, he noticed you changed too

Suddenly he was looking at you in a new way

You weren’t just his old friend anymore

Boy panicked, but tried his best to act like nothing happened

It’s why he always told you pick up lines

Or asked you to be his fake date when people kept asking him out

It’s how he could slightly vent out his feelings without accidentally having a big embarrassing confession

It’s also one of the reasons he usually turned people down

Contrast to his image, he really didn’t date, just flirted a bit

Sometimes he actually said yes, but half way through the date he would realize it wasn’t a good fit and politely end it

Some days he felt like trying to confess to you

Just put it all out on the table

Only on days when he had a feeling you felt the same

But then he’d chicken out at the last second and usually ask you another cheesy line

He’d always tell himself that it was better to be your friend then to risk losing everything with you over a small crush

It was big enough that he talked to Joshua and Seokmin about it though

Like a lot

At this point they were both sick of hearing about you

Even Seokmin who would talk about pretty much anything with anyone

But he didn’t know who else to fully vent his feelings to

He couldn’t do it to you

It’s the one thing he couldn’t vent to you

He never ever EVER could talk to you about this

Even on those days he got the courage, he would see you and it would all go out the window

You were having one of your Sundays together when he was texting on his phone a lot

“Wait I’m sorry what happened” He would say every ten minutes, and you would roll your eyes and back up the video

“Pay attention good lord” You would joke throwing some popcorn at him. He’d give you an offended look, then start to watch the video again, only to be distracted by his phone ding

“Who are you talking to? You’re never this social on Sundays?”

He looked at you and pushed his glasses back up

“Just Joshua” He said, sounding a little irriated

“How is Josh, haven’t seen him a while”

“He’s fine. Just trying to convince me to do something”

“And what’s that?”

“Nothing, just stupid stuff. Let’s watch this.” He said, throwing his phone at the end of your bed. He cuddled onto your arm, as he usually does, his cheek on your shoulder

how neither of you noticed the sped up heart rates or sudden warmth I don’t know

“I gotta use the bathroom can you pause it” he said while getting up, running down your hall

His phone dinged and you reached for it mostly to make sure it wasn’t one of his parents you weren’t just snooping

When you saw it was from Joshua, you were about to throw it back to the end of the bed when you saw a word that caught your attention

So you’re just planning to hide this crush forever then

You were a little hurt

Partly because Jeonghan had an actual crush on someone, but also because he didn’t even tell you about it

You put the phone at the end of the bed and leaned back, trying to figure out who he could have a crush on

He hadn’t talked to you about anyone recently

You hadn’t noticed a change in behavior around anyone special

You didn’t even notice when Jeonghan came back and curled up next to you again, waiting for you to continue

When you didn’t move, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow

“You good?” He asked, and you jumped, broken from your thoughts

“What?”

“You okay? You were pretty dazed there” He looked at you in concern, and you nodded. You pressed play on the laptop, and tried to focus on the program

An hour passes in silence, and Jeonghan’s phone dings again. He reaches for it and looks at the couple of messages, tilting the phone away from you

“So who’s your crush?” You flat out asked, and Jeonghan looked at you

“Say what?”

“Joshua texted earlier and I thought it might be one of your parents. It said something about hiding a crush.” Jeonghan sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, leaning slightly away from you

“Oh…” He said, and you looked at him

“We’ve told each other everything, Han, why didn’t you tell me you liked someone?”

“Well, it’s complicated”

“How is it complicated? It’s legal right?”

“What? Yes Y/N, it would be legal oh my god”

“Then why couldn’t you tell me about it?”

He took a deep breath and flipped his phone around in his hand.

“Because it’s you”

Y/N.jpg

“What” You said and he became suddenly interested in something on his hand

“It’s you. The person I have a crush on is you.”

“Since when?” you asked

“You know that summer we went to the coast with your parents for a few days?”

“Since then?” You asked, and he nodded.

“I didn’t know how to tell you and no offense but you’re hard to read sometimes and I just couldn’t risk telling you about it if it meant that we wouldn’t be friends anymore because you’re one of the most important people in my life and I just couldn’t risk it.” He looked at you and you saw a new look in his eyes. He was completely serious.

“Oh…”

“You know what, I’m gonna go…” He said, starting to get off your bed when you grabbed his arm. He looked from your hand to you.

“I’d like it if you stayed.” You said, trying to look him in the eye.

“Okay.” He said, leaning back next to you again. You watched another couple minutes before you paused the show again.

“For the record, I might like you too.” You said, and he smirked at you.

“It was the pick up lines right”

“And those feelings are gone.” You said, as Jeonghan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, chuckling. You reached up and linked your hand with his, giggling as he tapped his fingers along your hand.

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 2: Part Thirty

My Idol

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Thursday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -

Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 -

Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 -

Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31

"Thank you,” you whispered, letting Yongguk pull you into him for the dozenth time that morning. “For everything.” 

“You had fun?” he hummed, sitting your suitcase on your doorstep. 

“Fun is an understatement,” you chuckled. “You’re in charge of planning all vacations from now on.” 

“From now on, hm?” he said quietly, biting his lip. You glanced up at him through your lashes, slowly realizing what you had said. “Think I’ll make it that far?” 

“Maybe,” you nodded with a sad smile. If you said you had hoped so, you would immediately be damning Wonho; which was something you definitely weren’t willing to do yet. He had just as much of a chance as the man who’s arms were wrapped around you. If things were already easy with Yongguk, they had grown even more so over the weekend. It felt natural, and it felt right. 

Not that it felt wrong with Wonho, no, not even in the least. While you felt as if you had known Yongguk for a decade, you had fresh feelings for Wonho. Nervous laughs and heart flutters seemed to dominate your body when you were around him, and you wanted to explore that. Just because things were familiar with Yongguk, didn’t mean they were any better. Each man had their strengths, just like you had your weaknesses. 

One of those newly discovered weaknesses being Yongguk’s lips. 

“Well,” he sighed, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “I guess this will be the last time you see me before the final voting ceremony.” 

“I guess so,” you said quietly, unsure if you were about to cry. “It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.” 

“Absolutely,” he nodded. “What will be, will be. And we’ll both be better people for it.” 

“I hope so,” you swallowed, pulling away from him. Balancing on the tip of your boot, you gave him a soft kiss, perfectly placed on his plush mouth. The fireworks festival he had taken you to hadn’t been the only fireworks you saw that weekend. Every time you pulled away from a kiss, it felt as if you saw stars all over again. You had never thought the simple action of pressing your lips against another’s would be so profound, but it was. There were no words to describe how he made you feel, even when he was doing nothing at all. 

“I know so,” he whispered, pulling away from you before nodding his head in reassurance. “I care about you, so much. No matter what happens, that won’t change. Understand?” 

You nodded as well, chewing on your lip to limit any whines or groans. There was no breaking down in front of Yongguk. You wouldn’t allow it. 

“Have fun with Wonho, okay?” he said genuinely. “I’m sure he’ll be great competition.” 

You let out a small cough, hardly believing that Yongguk could still root for the man he was up against. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you hummed, slowly unlocking your apartment door. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grinned. “See you.” 

You watched him wander down the hall, the two camera men normally glued to you now following him instead. Surely they’d be filming some sort of reaction or commentary from Yongguk in regards to the weekend, and that suited you just fine. As long as they weren’t following you into your hallway, you’d be happy. 

Glancing toward the opposite end of the hall as you pushed open your door, you felt as if all oxygen had been pulled from your lungs. Just out of sight, tucked near the stairwell, was a familiar face. You’d recognize him under any circumstance, even through the mask he wore.

His eyes were cold as they searched your face, an unmistakable hurt that could be read from even a few feet away. 

“Yoongi, I-” you began, everything you had rehearsed saying over the past week struggling to find it’s way out of your mouth. 

 “You’re sorry?” he said bluntly. “You didn’t want to hurt me like this? You didn’t want me to see you sucking face with-” 

“That’s not fair!” you cried. “What are you even doing here?” 

“To think I used to miss hearing you say that,” he laughed bitterly. “You hadn’t responded to my Kakao message in two days. I thought it was time I check up on you, but you seem just fine without me.” 

“Yoongi,” you whispered, begging him with the simple use of his name. “It was the weekend dates and I-”

“You had a great time,” he nodded. “Which is great. I’m really, very happy for you.” 

You stood in silence for a moment, simply staring at each other as you both shook with labored breaths. “I miss you,” you said simply. “You have no idea how much-” 

“You aren’t allowed,” he bit back. “You aren’t allowed to miss me. You’re the one who pushed me away, and you don’t get to have both, Y/N. Just like you said, you’re sick of playing these games with me, but you know who’s sick? The guy being jerked around. You tell me you don’t want to be with me, but proceed to make out with me in the pillow fort. You push me away and say you don’t want me “like that,” but you still need me? It doesn’t make sense anymore and I’m done.” 

“You’re done?” you croaked. “You’ve been my closest friend, Yoongi...the only one I have-” 

“And what have you been for me, Y/N?” he said harshly. “Other than a reminder of something I’d never have?” 

“You aren’t being fair,” you argued. “I tried to be your friend, I didn’t ask you to do all of these romantic things and pressure me into kissing you.” 

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “No one forced you into kissing me and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted it just as much as I did. I’m not warping any situation, and as soon as you realize that, and realize that you participated in this just as much, maybe I can forgive you. But as long as you keep blaming me for the decisions you can’t make, think of me as a ghost.” 

Shaking his head, he gave you one last glare before turning on his heel, his footsteps echoing across the cement stairwell. 

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

You played nervously with your fingers as you kept your attention on the clock hanging just above your television. A packed suitcase was sitting beside your couch with a jacket draped over the top, all set and ready to go for your next adventure. 

But you weren’t. 

Ever since your confrontation with Yoongi, you felt as if you had swallowed a stone. It had been just short of a week and the feeling stayed with you. With every gulp, you seemed to feel it. With every motion you made, it weighed you down. 

And you had little idea of how to fix it. 

Shortly after the exchange, you swallowed your pride. You sent Yoongi another message on Kakao. You apologized for everything you could possibly be responsible for in the entirety of your friendship. You apologized for participating in whatever it was that happened that last day between you. For wanting him and never being able to admit that you were indecisive about it. You apologized for sharing in that kiss, for flirting with him, for making him feel deeply about you, just to take all of it away. You had made the decision for him, and you realized that now. You were the one playing with him all along. 

But you also realized that some things weren’t your fault. You were not responsible for Yoongi’s relentless attempts at swaying your affection. You asked him to be friends on several occasions. You told him “no” even more often. You were admittedly at fault for your fair share, but so was he. 

Just because he was upset, did not mean you made the wrong decision. 

And you wouldn’t apologize for not giving up everything for him.

Needless to say, he hadn’t responded. 

But now you were expected to go on a date with one of the most precious human beings you knew. How were you supposed to maintain any sort of normalcy with a man who deserved your full attention, when your thoughts were so heavy on matters outside of the competition? 

A knock sounded lightly on your door, only a mere fraction of the strength Wonho could have put behind the action. 

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up from the couch and attempted to get yourself together. You couldn’t disappoint yourself and you really couldn’t disappoint Wonho. You would love to vent about your problems, but you certainly couldn’t do that on a date with another man. Time to push all thoughts of Yoongi from your mind for two days. You could deal with all of the aftermath later. 

Tugging at the sleeves of the sweatshirt he had given you during your last date, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought “soft, just like Wonho.” 

“Hey beautiful,” he whispered as you swung open the door. 

“Hello,” you cooed in return, trying to hide your laughter as you noticed he too, decided to wear his matching sweatshirt. “I can see great minds think alike.” 

“I have to say, I’m a bit relieved,” he laughed. “I didn’t want it to seem like I was trying too hard.” 

“Definitely not,” you grinned. “At least this way, we’ll never lose each other in the airport.” 

“Lose each other?” he said, his wide smile dazzling you with how sincere it was. “Like I’d ever let you out of my sight!”

“Is that a promise?” you chuckled, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“A for sure guarantee,” he nodded. “How could I take my eyes off of someone so perfect? If even for a second? I’ve been training myself to sleep with my eyes open, prepping myself for this very moment.” 

“I’m far from perfect, Wonho,” you hummed, shaking your head. “And I’m going to choose to ignore the last comment.” 

“Perfect is relative,” he said quietly. “And to me, you’re the closest a person has ever gotten to the word.” 

“That’s very kind,” you croaked, feeling a heat begin to creep up your neck. Leave it to Wonho to turn your insides to mush after a mere two minutes. “Where are we headed today anyway?” 

“On an adventure,” he stated as if the answer was obvious. You tugged your suitcase out from behind you and over the door frame. Taking the handle from your hands, he let his fingers brush over yours. “And just for the record, I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you grinned, turning to properly lock the door. “I can’t wait to get to spend some time with you in a mysterious, nonthreatening location.” 

“Another guarantee,” he laughed, motioning to your walking boot. “I won’t be putting you in any more dangerous situations any time soon.”

At least he had gotten to the point where he wasn’t guilt tripping himself every time he discussed your broken ankle. 

But you didn’t think he realized he had you in the most dangerous situation of all. 

Falling in love. 

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Can I request a scenario - or headcanon if you don't want to do a scenario - of Todoroki's s/o and Momo ( one of Todoroki's closest friends ) who hate each other? It can be about Todoroki finding out that they can't stand each other, how he deal with it.. Anything, I leave the story to you :^) I just thought it would be funny since Momo is one of my faves and Todoroki my fave lol

Hi dear! Omg, I laughed so much when I read it the first time because, really, poor Todoroki. We girls can be hella scary when mad! I choose to do headcanons because I had too many ideas and didn’t know how to combine them together I hope it’s fine! It was so funny to write, thank you! (In case you want more, let me know what!)

Have a nice day!

Todoroki x ReaderWhoHatesMomo Headcanons

-Okay, let’s be honest. Todoroki doesn’t get it immediately that you and Momo hate each other. It’s true that you tried to hide it a bit, but he’s just dense. He also can’t quite understand why. I mean, Momo is such a nice girl?

When he says that to you, you usually growl and he backs off because he can still recognize when an animal is angry and dangerous.

-Imagine all the little moments when is totally confused because he doesn’t know of your rivalry.

“SO…is that Bakugou’s extra-spicy tabasco sauce?”

“Uhm…yes?”

“And isn’t that Momo’s glass?”

“Uh! How stupid of me! I made a mistake.”

“There’s her name written on it.”

“Then I just made a big mistake.”

“Wait- What was that?”

“What, Shouto?”

“The expression Momo just made, for half of a second.”

“A glare, Shouto. It was a glare.”

“Momo doesn’t glare. She doesn’t know how to glare.”

“How naïve. Trust me, she glares and she’s good at it.”

 “I didn’t know Momo knew that kind of words…”

“Yeah, she came up with new creative insults recently.”

“What? You have heard her swearing before?”

“I’m her principal inspiration, of course, I’ve heard her swearing before.”

“During training, we shouldn’t send our adversary to the infirmary SO!”

“Tell Momo.”

“I would, but she’s lying unconscious in a bed in the infirmary!”

“Aren’t you proud of how strong your girlfriend is?”

“I’m more concerned about your smirk now.”

“Which smirk?”

“The one that you’re making now, the same Bakugou shows when he looks at Midoriya.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

-The moment you two finally tell him the truth he’s dumbfounded. He doesn’t know how to react, just stays there in silence as you two start quarreling about something trivial.

It dawns on him like a cold shower: this is going to be hell.

-He gives you The Talk where he explains that it’s not a problem for him until things don’t escalate and he won’t force the two of you to be friends. He also asks you to be honest but not exaggerated. The last part went unheard, the only thing you promise is to try and fight when he’s not present.

-He usually tries to divide his time wisely. He spends an afternoon or have lunch/coffee with Momo at least once or twice a week to not lose her friendship, but spend the rest of the time with you.

-However, during group hang-outs or parties he suffers. A lot. Sometimes he freezes the two of you when things escalate or picks you up and drags you away, while Mina or Jirou keep Moko down and try to calm her.

Unfortunately, he can’t freeze your tongues. He never knew that coldness and sharp witness could be that devastating without using a single curse, he’s partially impressed.

-It’s going to remain impressed in everyone’s memory the day Bakugou clapped during a particularly heated verbal fight between you and Momo and whistled an “I’m fucking impressed.” Todoroki slammed his head against the table.

-The only times he takes action seriously, it’s when you start feeling insecure or doubting his love for you. Saying that maybe he’d be better off with Momo. He accepts none of that crap. He makes you sit down, cups your cheeks and speaks in a calm, but firm voice.

“I’ve chosen you, not Momo. She’s a dear friend, yet you’re my only girlfriend and the only person I love with all my heart. This is something you should never doubt.”

His kisses afterward are very convincing.

-Everyone is surprised that in the end, he gets used to it. Freezing you both, dragging you away, placing a hand on your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you calm…he’s unfazed, face blank as usual.

-He also gets resigned to the fact he’s going to be an accidental, innocent victim of the pranks you to make to each other. He’s going to never forget the day he drank the tea Momo had salted thinking it was yours.

He’s also very wary of doors and strange objects in the bed. Or unknown food/drinks. Or wrapped gifts. Or…well, practically everything unknown.

-The only days you establish a truce are Christmas and Todoroki’s birthday. They’re the most important occasions of the year and you have to join forces to make him happy. First thing is forcing him to celebrate with everyone and not getting stuck at home with Endeavour. Second, you accompany him to his mother (She’s known about the rivalry from the moment she met you and finds it incredibly funny). Third, you give him the hugs and warmth he deserves.

-You’ve learnt that when Todoroki clicks his tongue and frowns, he’s going to freeze you. So, suddenly you and Momo are all quiet and calm again, seated and enjoying the company.

-Bakugou cheers for you and Todoroki smacks his head every time he yells aloud to “beat her ass”. Obviously, this enrages the blond and in ten seconds you and Momo have to put your rivalry aside and avoid Bakugou and Todoroki destroy something.

-Rumors say that Todoroki has once asked Shinsou to use his Quirk to keep the two of you calm and peaceful for a day. Rumors also say actually Shinsou refused because he finds your arguments amusing. Someone dared to say he and Bakugou have bets going on.

-Aizawa once put the two of you training together so that you could vent and sort it all out. His mistake. He had to deactivate your quirks. Todoroki was slightly traumatized: he didn’t expect to feel such a blood-thirst coming from his favorite, petite girls.

-All the girls find this situation amusing and the force the two of you to behave during all-girls outings. You’ve soon discovered that an angry Uraraka is scarier than everybody else, even than Aizawa.

-Todoroki’s worst nightmare? The “Who’s right?” Question. Different people testify they have seen him fleeing from the window once.

[such-a-common-girl]

“Secrets, Mistakes, and Sex” Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,182

Sam x Reader, mentions of Dean x Reader

Summary: You are friends with benefits with Dean, but what happens when Sam confesses his feelings for you?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (once again pls wrap it before you tap it, people)

“You coming over?” The text from Dean read. It was sent over an hour ago, and you read it almost immediately, but hadn’t responded. It’s not that you don’t want to go over- you love spending time with the boys, they were your best friends. You just don’t know if you want to go over and spend time with Dean.

Dean and you were complicated. The two had always been really close, more so then you and Sam. You had liked Sam since the moment you met him, which made it hard for you to get as close as you and Dean were. Sure, the two of you were friends, but it was different. You refused to let Sam know your feelings, but you also didn’t want to get close to him because you didn’t want him to think of you as a sister.

One night after a particularly hard hunt, you were sad and venting your feelings to Dean over the phone. He came over and was being his typical charming self, bringing you your favorite food and a milkshake. The comfort he was giving you turned into something entirely different, and you ended up sleeping with him that night. He was definitely a good fuck, but the both of you both felt very guilty the next day. You both agreed that it would never happen again.

It did happen again, over and over. On hunts, in his car, in the kitchen of the bunker (Sam wasn’t too happy to walk into that one.) But the two of you had no real feelings for each other, and that was acknowledged. You still had feelings for Sam, despite having sex with his brother on multiple occasions.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea of this, Dean. We’re still friends.” You had told him after the first few times of sleeping together.  

“Thank god you feel the same way.” He looked like a weight was lifted off of his chest.

So, the two of you agreed to remain best friends who just happened to have sex if they were in the mood. It was a pretty good agreement, but lately Dean had been wanting you to come over more and more, only wanting to have sex and not still having that ‘friendship’ side of you two.

You sigh, debating whether or not you want to respond to his text. You wanted more than ever to go over there and hang out like you used to, the three of you having movie and beer nights. The sex was good, but sometimes you just wish you had your old Dean back.

“I’ll be there in a little while.” You finally text back a few minutes later. You slide on your shoes and grab your car keys, heading to the bunker.

You arrive within half an hour. It usually takes you less than fifteen minutes but the stormy weather outside made the drive seem like an antagonizingly long time, and to make it better the window was stuck and wouldn’t roll up the whole way, so by the time you actually got to the bunker you were soaking wet.

“What happened to you?” Sam raised his eyebrows when he opened the door.

“My window wouldn’t roll up.” You roll your eyes.  

“Jeez, Y/N, come inside.” He laughs, moving out of the doorway to let you through. “Dean’s out getting food, he didn’t think you’d be here yet.” Sam explains. “But obviously you’re free to hang out with me. You can borrow one of my hoodies if you don’t want to stay in your wet shirt.”

“Thanks, man.” You smile. He smiles back at you and leads you to his room.

“The only clean one is my Stanford one, that’s fine right?” He lifts up his giant sized sweatshirt.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You laugh, and he tosses it over to you. You face the opposite direction as you peel off your shirt and replace it with the shirt he gave you. Sam coughed a little bit, and although you couldn’t see, he blushed when he saw you standing there in just your bra.

“I feel like I’m wearing a dress.” You laugh, noticing that it looks like you have no pants on.

“Not my fault you’re short.” He followed you out of his room. You take a seat on the couch while Sam sits next to you and grabs the remote.

“Anything you want to watch?” He asks, flipping through the channels.

“I don’t really care.” You shrug. Sam looks over at you and smiles before shaking his head and returning his eyes to the tv.

“What’s funny?” You frown.

“You look good in my sweatshirt, that’s all.”

“Oh,” you blush. “Thanks.” This is the first time you think that Sam’s ever complimented you.

He switches the channel to some movie you’ve never heard of, so you just scroll through your phone looking at social media. You’re about to set your phone down when it vibrates and you receive a text from Dean.

“Hope you haven’t left yet- change of plans, not going to be at the bunker tonight.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even bother replying, knowing that this means he probably picked up a girl at the place he was grabbing food from. You know him all too well. You sigh and set the phone down on the table.

“Well, guess it’s just me and you tonight.” You tell Sam, and without thinking you lean onto his side. He tenses up, but after a few seconds he eases and puts his arm around you.

“Let me guess, he’s going home with the waitress?”

“I didn’t even ask.” You laugh.

“Why do you let him treat you like this? I mean, honestly, Y/N. You’re such a great girl, you could do so much better.” Sam frowns. His thumb starts rubbing circles on your arm, making you get the chills.

“It’s kind of a mutual thing. I don’t have feelings for him, just as he doesn’t for me. It’s just physical, I guess you could say.” You explain, realizing that you had never told Sam this.

“Wait, so you’re not with him?” Sam looks shocked.

“No?” You say slowly. “Why would I let my boyfriend go cheat on me and be completely okay with it?”

“I, uh, I don’t know to be honest.” He scratches his head. “I’ve been pretty confused over the whole situation.”

“Well, we’re not together. Just friends. I have feelings for someone else.” You say without realizing it. You mentally curse yourself, knowing that Sam will probably push the subject now.

“Oh, who?” He teases you.

“You don’t know them.” You lie, hoping he will drop the subject. Thankfully he does. You two continue to sit there in silence before you realize that his other hand was now resting on your inner thigh. Your heart starts racing, although you know that he probably didn’t mean to do that.

“Want a beer?” Sam breaks the silence.

“Duh.”

Sam gets up off the couch and grabs the six pack from the fridge. You grab one of the bottles and start chugging down it hopes of relieving the tension in the room.

“Eager?” Sam laughs, but does the same.

“Shut up, Sam.”  You playfully hit him in the chest.

The two of you keep cracking dumb jokes and drinking the beer until it’s all gone. You aren’t drunk (it takes you a lot more than three beers to get you there- your liver hates you), but you definitely don’t feel as stressed and the tension is completely gone.

Sam suddenly pauses the movie and shuffles his body so he’s facing towards you.

“Y/N, I don’t understand you.”

“What?”

“I just, I thought you liked me. Before all of this. I thought you liked me and I started to have feelings back. You’re beautiful, who couldn’t get feelings back? But then you started fucking my brother, which hurt a lot, and then you just basically stopped talking to me all together. I didn’t ever say anything because I didn’t feel like it was my right to.” He rants, taking you by surprise. “And now you’re sitting here, cuddled up to me, but you tell me you like some stranger. I just don’t get you, Y/N.”

“Okay.” Is all you could manage to get out.

“Okay?” He repeats you. “Is that really all you’re going to say to me?”

“I didn’t know you liked me.” You admit.

“Like.”

“What?” You were confused.

“Like you. Present tense.” He says quietly. “Love might also be a word I would use.” He says even more quietly and awkward.

“You love me?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yeah, but now I kind of feel like an idiot for telling you. I’m sorry-“

You cut him off by kissing him. You’ve been wanting to hear those words for a long time, but never thought you actually would. He kisses you back roughly, pulling you onto his lap and holding on to your hips.

“You were right. I did like you, and I still do. I just didn’t want to tell you and risk our friendship.” You whisper as you pull away from the kiss, foreheads still touching.

“It would have saved us a whole lot of trouble if you had just told me.”

You kissed you again, even more urgent than the last. He brought his hand down to your shorts and started rubbing you through your clothing, making you moan. This provided him with the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth with more passion than you had ever felt with a kiss in your life.

Your breasts pushed up against his chest as you started to grind against his hardness. Sam moaned, and lifted his shirt off, yours following shortly after. He didn’t break the kiss as he fumbled to unhook your bra, sliding it off with ease.

“You’re so beautiful,” He moaned against your skin, moving his lips down to your collarbone as he sucked, most likely going to leave you hickies.

“Oh, Sam,” You breathed out as he pushed his fingers into your panties, finally making contact with your clit. You quickly got off of him as you slid down your shorts and underwear at once, and climbing back on top of him. He entered two fingers with ease as he started to pump them in and out, making you moan with pleasure.

“Baby girl, you’re so wet for me already.” He mumbled into your ear. “What else do you want from me?”

“Your cock.” You moaned out, enjoying his fingers inside of you.

You got off of him and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down his legs as he lied there in just his boxers. He had a very prominent bulge, and you almost gasped when he took himself out of his boxers. You have no idea how you’re going to fit that inside of you.

You grasp him in your hand, pumping him a few times before using your tongue to lick from the base to the tip. You swirl your tongue around the tip and then start lightly sucking, making his head fall back in pleasure. You do this for a few seconds before taking him all the way onto your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuuuck, Y/N.” He groans, pulling your hair as you worked on him. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

You got off of your knees and Sam picked you up and lied you back down on the couch. He positioned himself with your entrance before sliding himself in, making the both of you moan in pleasure.

He starts off slow, trying to control himself, but he lets go and starts pounding into furiously.

“Does Dean ever make you feel this good?” He grunts as he brings himself almost completely out before slamming into you again.

“Oh!” You yell in pleasure. “No, only you do.”

You dig your nails into his back as you feel your orgasm nearing, the familiar heat building up in your lower area.

“Sam, I’m gonna cum.” You breathe out.

“I’m right behind you.”

You feel him cum shooting inside of you, making your orgasm even more intense.

“Sam, oh, yes” You come off of your high. Sam rolls off of you and brings the two of you into a spooning position.

“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time.” Sam admits.

“Me, too.”

The two of you lay like that for a while before it starts to get too messy. He grabs your underwear and cleans the two of you off, sliding his boxers back on and handing you his hoodie back.

“I’m sure my shirt is done drying by now, I can just put that back on.”

“Nah, keep it. It looks better on you anyways.”