#i haven’t seen this show in years but this scene popped in my head the other day and i was like oh my god

[xotyx]

Rosekiller, if you even care

[missmatchablossom]

summary: a 2am confession between you and your childhood best friend, gojo satoru

a.n.: cursing, a slightly steamy/suggestive kiss scene, little angsty but mostly fluff. This idea randomly popped into my head last night so I hope you enjoy :)

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“Do you think we’ll work out?” he asked softly, tentatively. Completely uncharacteristic for the confident, forthright person people knew Satoru Gojo to be. 

Your best friend had always been larger than life, so focused on becoming the incredibly powerful sorcerer he is today that he never nurtured any of the lingering hope you kept around that he’d return your feelings. But Gojo was your sun, your moon, your stars - you were content to share the same sky as him. 

But something was changing between the two of you. You saw it in the goodbye hugs that started to last a second longer than they should’ve. You noticed it in sharpness of his eyes anytime anyone else so much as looked in your direction. Felt it in the softness of a smile he only showed to you.

Tonight, that small spark of hope you’d been keeping alight was growing dangerously. You tried your best to smother it, telling yourself you’d been friends for years and he never saw you that way, so why would that suddenly change?

But do people who are just friends slip out at 2am to go stargazing at the top of a hill? Do they lay beside each other on an old blanket, close enough to feel the heat of each other’s skin, but barely far enough that they aren’t touching?

Do they look at each other the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the real wonder to be beheld when just above you, the moon and stars are shining brilliantly?

“We always have. Why would that change?” you replied, turning your head back up to the constellations. Your heartbeat was sickening in your own ears, amplified by the silence left untouched as neither of you spoke.

The blanket shuffled as he sat up, his face barely out of your periphery. You copied his movements, propping yourself up on your elbows as you struggled to understand the look on his face.

“Because I’m in love with you. I’m tired of being friends,” he said calmly, though you the way his hands fisted betrayed his uncertainty. 

You froze for a second, wondering if this entire night had been a dream. Gojo Satoru, your best friend and unrequited love for years, liked you - no, loved you? You had to be dreaming.

A poke against your cheek broke you away from your thoughts.

“Please say something, or I’m gonna freak out,” your best friend said, looking more flustered than you’d ever seen him. His porcelain skin was dusted with pink, his gorgeous eyes frantically searching yours. 

You burst into laughter. The kind that had you gasping for air and wiping tears away.

“What the hell is so funny?” he asked, and your laughter continued to bubble out of you at the adorable furrow between his brows. 

You sat up to face him, wiping away a tear as your laughter died off. 

“Sorry, it’s just hard for me to believe this is happening right now. Especially because I’ve been desperately in love with you since we were kids,” you admitted, indulging yourself in the way his lips parted in shock, the way he looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time.

“You…you’ve been in love with me this whole time?” he said, so quietly it hurt your heart.

“Yup. Pretty much everyone knew too, I thought it was common knowledge?” you joked, leaning your head against your knee as you watched Gojo go through the 8 stages of grief.

“The hell it wasn’t. Why hasn’t anyone said anything to me? Why haven’t you ever said anything to me?” he said, pupils wide as he searched your face.

You leaned back down, crossing your arms behind your head.

“We all assumed you would’ve made a move ages ago if you liked me back. I was content to just be in your life at all - plus, no offense, but I’m like the only solid friend you have in your life. I promised you I always would be, I couldn’t let my own feelings change that.” you said, feeling the weight fly off your chest as you finally told him.

You felt a whoosh of cool air as Gojo leaned down beside you once more, mirroring your position as you laid on your back and looked up at the sky.

“I…I’m sorry, I’m a fucking idiot,” he said. You let out a laugh in disbelief.

“You really didn’t know, not even the thought crossed your mind?”

“Nope,” he replied, almost sounding anguished.

You turned to your side, propping up your head with the heel of your palm.

“What changed?” you asked genuinely, feeling your nerves traverse throughout your entire body as he mirrored your position, your faces barely a few inches apart.

“I realized it when we had to be apart for a while because of that mission. I was miserable, because I was accustomed to seeing your smile everyday. Hearing the random overdetailed recounting of your day. Your laughter. Fuck, I was even searching perfume stores to see if any of them came close to the way you smell,” he admitted, eliciting a furious blush from your cheeks.

You reached up to brush some of the hair out of his eyes, admiring how his pearlescent locks seemed to glow under the moonlight.

“You have it that bad, huh?” you teased, watching his face relax ever so slightly as he rolled his eyes.

It was so fast you barely registered what happened, the way Gojo flipped you on top of him so you had no choice but to lay flush against him. You were stunned to silence as he wrapped his arms around your waist, catching you off guard with that brilliant, victorious smile of his.

“Oh, I absolutely do. But look who’s talking eh? You are sooo into me,” he said, smiling happily to himself. 

You buried your face into his chest to hide both your embarrassment and your painfully-wide smile. 

“Okay, okay, I am,” you admitted, feeling simultaneously shy and elated as Gojo tugged you even closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“So, what now?” you asked.

You gasped as Gojo flipped you once more so you were pinned under him.

“Hm, well if I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me, I think we should kiss,” he said, his smile evident in his words. You’d been around him long enough to hear the tease in his voice, and you knew he was messing with you. 

“Just kidding. We can take it sl-”

His words came to a halt as you lifted up to press your lips against his ever so slightly, pulling back to rest your forehead against his.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Fuck taking it slow, kiss me right now,” you all but demanded. You admired his grin for a split second before his lips were moving against yours, full and soft and sweet. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he said breathlessly. 

“Not longer than me,” you said between kisses.

His deep laugh resonated throughout your body, distracting you from the way his slender fingers were digging into your hips.

“You’re right. Let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling back long enough for you to look at him. His eyes were dark with desire, contrasting the flush that somehow made him look hotter.

He sat up, and his absence left you feeling chilled. It didn’t last long though, because he grabbed your hips once more and lifted you on top of him so you were straddled in his lap.

You smiled coyly as he positioned your arms around his neck, tugging you flush against him as he grinned at you proudly.

“You really like throwing me around huh?” you teased, though it came out more soft and gaspy than you intended as he began trailing kisses along your jaw.

“You have no idea,” he said, and you felt him smile against your skin as you tipped your head back to give him more access.

“Forget about sleeping tonight.”

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I Wanna Be Yours

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

genre: fluff

trope: strangers to friends to lovers

word cunt: 888

tw: swearing

a/n: maybe my life gives me inspo

You’ve been hanging around with Mattheo and his friend group for a few weeks now because of a project. A documentary about astronomy. Last week Mattheo invited Theodore Nott too - who’s the cameraman - and both of you started to open up to each other. Something feels strange around him but you can’t figure it out. He’s sweet, kind and clearly a nerd. At least you think he’s a nerd. His tattoos are gorgeous, but his look is not your type. Skinny, light brown hair with blue eyes. You think Theo is too skinny for you because you’re a little bit plus size. You texted him on Instagram on one of the team meetings which was at Mattheo’s place but he only replied the next morning. You two started chatting about every topic, surprisingly deep topics. Like what do you want to do when you’ve finished high school? They’re all older than you, so yeah. Mattheo and Enzo - they’re in the same school as you - are nineteen years old, Theo - he’s working as a cameraman and photographer - is twenty-two, Blaise - same school - is eighteen and Draco - your classmate - is the same age as you. Sixteen.

Mattheo called you this morning, “forcing” you to do a sleepover because of the project - Enzo, Theo and you are writing the script - but Blaise and Draco can’t come over. Of course, you agreed, also you can only stay til midnight. He said it’s okay, maybe another time you can sleep over. The sweet Enzo picked you up. Then you arrived and went to Mattheo’s living room, who’s not home yet so you’re gonna be alone with Theo and Enzo for an hour. And he was there. Lying on the couch, scrolling social media platforms.

“Hey, wassup?” Theo gets up and hugs you quickly.

“Nothing special. Just tired, as always,” you smile at him. “What about you?”

“Everything’s alright, thanks,” he smiles.

Then you sit down on the armchair and pack your things out of your bag. Laptop, chargers and the colouring book with markers - which Enzo asked you to bring over. Theo notices them and he immediately gets excited. He tried the colours while smiling like a kid. So damn adorable. He shows you his Funko pop collection.

“So there’s my Marvel collection,” he zooms on them. “Loki with Sylvie obviously, Tony, Natasha,” he would continue but you cut him off.

“Bucky? Wanda? Where are the best characters?” you sigh dramatically.

“I don’t have them,” he grins. “But I have to admit Joe Locke in Agatha all along is hot. Have you seen it?”

“I started it, but I haven’t finished it yet,” you smile. He’s gay? Or what? Bisexual? You can’t decide, he has many signs of being fruity. You’ll see so never mind.

“So cool series, you should continue,” he smiles.

After that three of you talk about relationships where you find out that he had two one-year-long relationships with girls. Still suspicious but you have to admit it’s a green flag. He’s not a player. His last date was one year ago. And you realize. You like him, so damn much. His mind is working really well, he’s intelligent and sweet too. Also, he’s fine. But the skinny body is something you want too. You can’t wear his hoodies, can’t sit on his lap because you’re scared of breaking his bones with your weight. But oh man, how you would like to do all of this with him.

“Can I try it?” you point at his camera.

“Of course, come here I’ll show you how to use it,” he smiles widely and starts to explain the buttons. Then you take some behind-the-scenes photos of Enzo and Theo. You take photos of Theo’s hands, his side profile and his smile. He’s mesmerizing.

“Damn, these are good. Y/N you’re doing this really well,” he pets your head with a grin.

“Thanks, I guess,” you shrug.

At midnight you’re about to call a taxi to take you home when Theo grabs your hand.

“I’ll take you home, okay? It’s not a big deal,” he smiles softly and you nod.

“I would be thankful.”

“Come,” he picks up his car keys while you hug both Enzo and Mattheo as a goodbye.

You and Theo sit in the car and he starts driving.

“So,” he clears his throat “Did you enjoy the meeting?”

“Of course. I liked the photographer me the best,” you laugh softly.

“Me too,” he bites his lower lip. “I wondered about that would you like to go on a date with me? I thought about we could go out for a coffee and take photos with my camera,” he shrugs nonchalantly, but his red face tells everything.

“I’m in,” a big smile spreads on your face.

“Glad to hear,” he parks down in front of your home. Theo leans closer then gently kisses you and you smile in the kiss.

“See you on the date. Text me the details,” you say with shining eyes and then you get out of his car. “Good night, Theo”

“Good night, Y/N,” he says quietly and then the radio starts playing ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys. He giggles because goddamn it fits perfectly. This is what he feels right now.

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[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (05)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n;; omg, i'm alive????? jkjk, work's been piling up lately and i'm honestly drained by the time I get back home so I couldn't do much writing or even qc the draft before yoinking them into a tumblr draft 💀 but anyways, hope yall enjoy this chapter !! uri boo makes a small little cameo in this chapter :D a part of the angst in this fic has also arrived, pls be prepared (it’s not that heavy tho).

You were 15 when you experienced your first ‘heartbreak’. Though, you call it a ‘heartbreak’ solely because it was a “for the lack of a better word” situation. A week before summer break, your parents had announced that the three of you would be flying off to Jeju to visit your grandparents.

You adore your grandparents, and they adore you just as much. Before you started middle school, you remember constantly flying off to Jeju, or even taking the ferry, to visit them every holiday and school break possible. Even during the initial stage of your move to the small town, your parents had sent you off to your grandparents as they sorted out the heavier parts.

Your grandparents had brought you to the beach, taught you how to make kimchi and even brought you to one of the fireworks shows during your stay. But, when you started middle school and were bombarded by a shit ton of schoolwork, you weren’t able to visit them as often.

So, you were ecstatic when your parents announced the Jeju trip. Both Aki and Seungcheol could see the excitement and happiness in your eyes as you told them about your plans.

Aki asking you questions about Jeju while Seungcheol listens to both of you with a small smile on his face. “how long will you be there, pup?” he asks, cheek leaning against the palm of his hand.

“Uhm… I think maybe for two weeks? I’m not really sure… Dad did ask mom if she wanted me to tag along with them to London afterwards…”

“Oh? What are they gonna be doing in London?”

“They have a business meeting that lasts at least two days. But, they decided to stay back a week for a mini vacation.”

“Do you want to go?” Aki asks as she pops a piece of strawberry into her mouth, stealing a glance at Seungcheol, noticing the way his shoulders are slumped at the mention of you thinking of joining your parents overseas.

Dude looks like a puppy not wanting its owner to leave it alone… she thought to herself, finding the scene in front of her amusing.

“Well, whether or not you want to join your parents, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself regardless!” she spoke.

“Take good care of yourself, pup,” Seungcheol added as he reached out a hand and patted your head, sending a faint blush spreading across your cheeks and a teasing smile on Aki’s lips, “If you ever need anything, call me, okay?”

“Or me!”

The older male rolled his eyes at Aki’s words, smiling when you nod your head.

“Seungkwannie!” you squealed out in happiness as you ran up to your cousin who was standing out at the gates of your grandparent's house, engulfing him in a big hug. “I can’t believe you’re here! Mom and Dad said that you’d be in Biyangdo!”

“And miss out on the chance to spend time with my favourite cousin? Never!” Seungkwan proclaimed as he pecked your cheek. “I haven’t seen you in years, ___! There’s no way I’d pass off the opportunity to spend time with you while you’re here!”

Seungkwan is your cousin from your mom’s side of the family. Before the age of 5, you don’t remember much about meeting Seungkwan other than the stories both your parents would tell you over family dinners. For example, when you asked them about the scar Seungkwan had on his chest, his dad said you were the one that left it on him. They proceeded to tell the story of how you had scratched Seungkwan because he had refused to let you watch Pocoyo on tv when both of you were just 3.

Or when his mom would ask you if you remembered Seungkwan hiding in the closet to scare you, but you ended up crying because you had thought he went home. So, instead of scaring you, he came out of the closet and both your parents found the two of you cuddled up on the floor the next morning

After Seungkwan helped you and your parents move the luggage into your grandparent’s home, Both of you sat on the porch, drinking the lemonade your grandmother had prepared. “How’re you, aunt and uncle doing?” he asks, “I heard from Uncle Lee that you’re starting high school soon! probably in a few months, right?”

“Things have been the same, besides the whole mom and dad having to go overseas occasionally and I had to stay with either Aki or Seungcheol.”

“Speaking of Seungcheol, how’s that little crush of yours on him going?” Seungkwan asked with a teasing smile, nudging your sides, “Ever thought of telling him before he graduates? There’s a chance he might head off to the big cities or even abroad for college.”

You were silent for a moment.

You have thought about telling Seungcheol your feelings, but you never thought about the timing. Now that his graduation is nearing, you still haven’t told him. As you were still stuck in your thoughts, Seungkwan places a hand on your shoulder, “Well, whatever happens, I wish you happiness.“

“You say that as if I’m leaving you forever.”

“Hey, let me be sentimental!”

Just as you rolled your eyes, you felt your phone vibrate - you had gotten a text from Aki.

aki: did you make it to Jeju safe? ___ bestie <3: yeap! ___ bestie <3: i’m with my cousin rn ___ bestie <3: [sent an attachment] aki: ooh, he’s cute ___ bestie <3: want me to introduce you? aki: gurl aki: don’t try to matchmake me when you’re struggling to tell Seungcheol about how you feel aki: and besides aki: your cousin is cute, but he’s not my type ___ bestie <3: wow ___ bestie <3: you really just did me dirty aki: i’m just saying ___ aki: better tell him before you lose the chance aki: besides your romantic struggles aki: have fun and take lots of pictures! aki: can’t wait to see them when you get back <3 ___ bestie <3: i will!

“Are you gonna stay here with grandma and grandpa while Aunt and Uncle Lee fly out to London?” Seungkwan asks as you set down your phone, refilling his glass of lemonade. You shrugged, still debating on whether or not you wanted to join your parents. “I’m honestly stuck in between… On one hand, I want to see what other countries are like. On the other, I haven’t seen grandma and grandpa in years…”

Your mother who was on her way to give you both a plate of strawberries overheard the conversation and tried her best to help you with your indecisiveness. “___, sweetie,” she began as she set the plate on the wooden porch floor, “you can always travel in the future when you’re all grown up.”

“That sounds like you just want her to stay here in Jeju so you and uncle can enjoy yourselves without her presence,” Seungkwan teased, earning a forehead flick from your mother.

“Well, she’ll be in your care too, Seungkwan. I hope I won’t return to a sassy, diva daughter after leaving her here with you.”

Seungkwan gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his chest at your mother’s statement. “Aunt Lee, I’m hurt and offended.”

“You’re just further proving my point, Seungkwan.”

“Hey, the sass could end up helping her in the future!”

cheollie: hey, pup cheollie: mom said you and your parents made it to Jeju safely cheollie: how are you feeling? cheollie: did you get motion sickness during the flight? cheollie: did you eat dinner yet? sweet pup: ehh, the motion sickness wasn’t that bad sweet pup: grandma made lemonade :D sweet pup: and yes, i ate dinner! sweet pup: grandpa grilled some mackerel sweet pup: [sent an attachment] sweet pup: and look at how fat the strawberries are :0 sweet pup: [sent an attachment] cheollie: wow cheollie: those look good cheollie: hey, do you think it’s alright if we have a call? sweet pup: like, right now? cheollie: yea sweet pup: oh sweet pup: um, let me head out to the porch cheollie: take your time, pup

As you quietly exited the room you were staying in and out onto the porch, you picked up Seungcheol’s incoming call, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify when you heard his deep, “Hey, pup.”

“Hi, Cheollie! Have you had your dinner?” you asked, getting a small hum as a response. “Dad got a deal with a big client so he bought steak for us. Mom also cooked calamari.”

“Wow, it must’ve tasted amazing…”

“Yeah, it was. But, tell me about your dinner, ___. I’m sure you had more than just grilled mackerel.” Seungcheol chuckled, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you mentally cussed at how the older male still has an effect on you despite being 2 hours away and talking to you through a phone.

“Well… Mom made raw crabs and seafood soup!”

“Looks like my little puppy is eating well... That’s good.”

“Is there another reason you wanted to call, Cheollie?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, making you slightly anxious. You hear a faint rustling, thinking he must be lying on his bed as he’s talking to you. A sigh was heard before Seungcheol told you his motive for calling you - and to say it had you on the floor was an understatement.

No, this man had you envisioning a future with him.

“I miss you.”

When you didn't respond, Seungcheol got worried, calling out your name on the other end while you remained stunned at his confession.

“U-uhm, yeah?”

“Did that make you uncomfortable, pup?”

“No, no, it just… It just caught me by surprise…”

You hear Seungcheol chuckle, and more rustling can be heard before he speaks again. “Well, I’m used to having you around me, twenty-four seven, ___. It feels weird when you’re not.”

“I’ll be back in two weeks, Cheollie. You’re being dramatic!”

Maybe he was, the older male thought to himself. But, he pushes that thought to the back of his head as he finally tells you the real reason he’s calling you.

“My parents are thinking of bringing me to Seoul this weekend to check out a few unis… I just thought that I’d let you know since, y’know… I’m graduating soon…”

Your heart sank at the mention of him graduating. You knew it was bound to happen - you even told yourself to not be too sad when he does end up moving out of Daegu for college. But, to hear it coming from Seungcheol himself, the reality hit harder.

“Oh… Well, I’m happy for you!” you tried your best to hide the sadness in your voice, though he still picked it up. “Pup, I’m not going away forever. You’ll still see me when I come back during breaks and when you leave for college, you can come over to Seoul, too!” he assures you, chuckling to himself as he continues, “Maybe our parents might even have us share an apartment so I can watch over you.”

Humming, you stared up into the sky, mesmerised by the stars that were scattered along the blanket of the night sky.

“___?”

“Yea…?”

“Remember what I taught you during our taekwondo sessions?”

“What about it?”

“Don’t forget how to use them, okay? Can’t have my little puppy all defenceless now, can I?”

you bit your lip as Seungcheol went on with his words, how he wished he could stay in Daegu longer so he could spend more time with you. How he wanted to explore the bigger city in Daegu with you (where he implies it being just two of you and without Aki who would often nag at him for having a bad taste in things).

“I’m gonna miss you…” you muttered quietly, not knowing how or what else you were supposed to say. You weren’t going to tell him about your feelings, that’s for sure. but, a part of you wished you could.

Who knows? Maybe you both could end up being something.

“It’s getting late, pup. you must be tired from the flight and settling in. Goodnight, ___.”

“Goodnight, Cheollie…”

When the call ended, you stared at the screen of your phone, a million thoughts racing through your head. You couldn’t put a finger on it, but you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. perhaps you were overthinking the whole situation or something wrong was bound to happen. Whatever it was, you quietly got back into your room and crawled into bed.

Something didn’t feel right.

It was the weekend Seungcheol was due to head to Seoul to have a look at the city and attend a few of the education fairs - and not once, had you gotten a single message from him.

In fact, in the days leading up to that weekend, he had been quiet too. His replies were either short, took too long or there weren’t any replies at all.

It makes you feel uneasy.

“Still no updates from loverboy?” Seungkwan asks, glancing over your shoulder and peeking at your phone, seeing the wall of texts about how the past few days have gone down for you. When you sulkingly shake your head, Seungkwan’s heart aches as he sees his favourite cousin down in the dumps.

“Hey,” he calls out in a gentle tone, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. “Maybe he’s just caught up with those college things. Sooner or later he’s bound to update you, right? Besides, you should be busy having fun here in Jeju!”

Looking at your phone one last time, you shoved it back into your pocket and let Seungkwan drag you to a food street, saying how they added more delicious treats since the last time you visited.

By evening, there was still no news about or from Seungcheol. You’ve tried calling him multiple times, but they all end up going to voicemail. It was starting to affect you and your parents began to take notice, but decided to not question it for fear of triggering an episode. After dinner, you decided to call Aki in an attempt to get some form of comfort.

“I just don’t understand, Aki,” you told her, “I texted him, even called him but I got nothing! What if something bad happened to him?”

“Hey now, you’re probably overthinking things. He might just be sorting those uni documents out - you know how lengthy and taxing they can be. Maybe, he’s just tired and needs some rest!”

“You think so?”

“It’s just a guess, ___. whatever it is, I’m sure it isn’t anything serious.”

Oh, how you wished it really wasn’t anything serious.

When the time came to send your parents off at the airport for their trip to London, you had sent a message to Seungcheol and yet again, you got no response. One thing you came to realise in recent years, was how big of an over-thinker you are. It was something you hated and while your family, Seungcheol and Aki have done whatever they can to help you lessen your overthinking, that still doesn’t stop it from creeping up on you from time to time.

Seungkwan does his best to cheer you up. Bringing you to more food streets, a maze field, and even the seaside to take your mind off of Seungcheol but alas, it was as if Seungcheol had taken over your mind just like the virus in ‘The Last of Us’. One evening as you sat on the sand of the beach, staring off into the horizon, Seungkwan came up and sat next to you.

“I know this might not sound nice, but you can’t let something like Seungcheol not responding to you ruin your trip, ___. Sure, it’s upsetting having someone you’ve known for years and care for go ghost on you, but it’s kind of… pathetic, to let it ruin what could be a fun summer vacation.”

As much as those words hurt you, Seungkwan was right.

You hadn’t seen your family that lived in Jeju for years and now that you can, you’re letting something like your crush not responding to you ruin it. “Then, what should I do, Kwannie…?” you asked, wiping the tears that were starting to stream down your face, “I don’t wanna leave Jeju knowing I didn’t get to spend time with you and our grandparents…”

“How about you try calling him only once? If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll forget about it and move on, okay?”

You give it a thought, minutes passing by before you pick up your phone and dial Seungcheol’s number, placing it near your ear.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialled cannot be reached.”

Seungkwan noticed your body shaking as you redialled the number, your breathing starting to grow shallow.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialled cannot be reached.”

“___?” Seungkwan calls out, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. When you began to cry, he pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back as you cried your heart out. “Shhh, it’s okay, ____. it’s okay.”

When you got back to Daegu, your heart dropped at the sight of the empty house next to yours. the entire house looked as if it were fully emptied (which it was) - the potted plants Mrs. Choi had displayed on the gates were nowhere to be seen, the shoes that were neatly arranged on the shoe rack weren’t there anymore, and the Choi’s family car wasn’t parked in its usual place.

“I guess they must’ve moved since Seungcheol is going to start college soon…” your mother tells your father who hums in response as he unloads the luggage from the trunk of the taxi. When she notices the sadness and tears in your eyes, she immediately starts comforting you.”Oh, sweetie… Does it upset you that much?”

“I… I couldn’t even say goodbye to him…” you sobbed out, “I couldn’t even see him one last time before he left…”

“Oh, princess…” your father coos after bidding the taxi driver goodbye, hugging you tight as your mother does the same, “I’m sure he feels sad for not being able to do the same, hmm?”

“Will… Will I… Will I be able to see him again?” you asked through hiccuped sobs, wiping your tears away as more kept spilling. Your mother nods, giving you a pat on the head. “I'm sure you will, honey.”

“He said he’s thinking of joining University of Pledis, right?” your father asked, a small smile on his face when you nod, “Then, you just need to study hard and get in there too! That way, you can finally be reunited with prince charming!”

despite your tears, you still manage to laugh at your dad’s tease. “Dad!”

“Ah-ah, don’t think we didn’t know about your little crush on Seungcheol, ___.” he responded, chuckling as he gave your arm an assuring squeeze.

“Whatever the future has in store, I’m sure the two of you will meet again.”

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[archerygun]

Okay, I haven’t seen The Hollow in upwards of like 4-3 years and generally I do not think about it very much, but this thought popped into my head like a month ago out of nowhere and I feel like a fucking moron for not realising this immediately let alone several years after watching the goddamn show. (In my defence, I was like. A child.)

Everything in the show actually suggests Adam was not very strong at all in real life rather than the other way round. He’s a gaming nerd who obsesses over this niche competition, his biggest fear is his bullies that beat him up when he was like 10 and he has trouble judging/controlling his own strength in the first season.

Like I’m only posting this because I want to let the world know how much of an idiot I am, but it also gave me a lot of thoughts.

Something about a kid who’s been kicked around and beat up and singled out for most of his life immediately choosing strength as his ability in the tournament, man. Sort of reframes the ridiculous scene where a much older teenager who could probably snap their spines without breaking a sweat is terrified of a few ten year olds. Especially with how Adam seems so relaxed once they get into the game, but once he’s in his hometown in the second season (look I know it’s technically not the real Adam shut up) he’s suddenly on edge all the time. Get this guy to therapy please.

And also y’know the comedic value of Adam going “Uh maybe I go to the gym or something.” now realising Adam probably is only vaguely aware of the concept of a gym because he’s a nerd who probably needs to touch grass lmao (same though).

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Here With Me - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

hi!!! i wanted to request an ethan x fem!reader fic with some fluffy smut.

I was thinking along the lines of the friends to lovers trope: just a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension that’s built up over the friendship, which all comes to a climax (get it? 😅) when they break the tension and finally sleep together and admit feelings.

Please and thank you!!!! 😊

I didn't know my anon requests weren't on, they are now:)

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: A rainy day leads you confessions with your best friend.

You and Ethan have been friends for years. He’s always there for you, you’re always there for him. You have movie nights on a weekly basis, if not multiple times a week. You’ve spent so much time with him lately that you don’t really have any time left to find someone to have a romantic relationship with. Sometimes you miss sex, sometimes you miss waking up next to someone, but that bond you have with Ethan, and the time you get to spend with him, overpowers any of your other wants. You’d been hoping that Ethan could be your best friend and boyfriend in one, but you haven’t had the courage to make a move. You two flirt with each other all the time, but you couldn’t shake the thought that he only did it because he had no one else, while you did it because you were head-over-heels in love with him.  

It started to rain as Ethan walked you back to your apartment. It felt amazing on the hot summer day, and you both didn’t care that you were getting soaked. You both laughed at each other’s appearance; his hair slightly less fluffy, and your mascara running down your face. As the rain got heavier, you decided to try to wait it out under a huge oak tree.

“Maybe we should just go to my apartment, it’s closer,” he suggested, the rain showing no signs of letting up.

“I don’t want to walk in the rain, though,” you sighed.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, as he scooped you up in his arms, and ran with you through the rain. It was only a block to his apartment, but it seemed like those gym sessions with Chad were starting to pay off. That boy carried you with ease, up to the main door to his building.

“Put me down!” you laughed, as he tried to still hold you and enter the code for his door.

“No, I think this is where you need to be,” he smiled, as your eyes connected. You saw something in them that you’d seen several times before, but you’ve never been able to figure out what it means.

Once you were inside of his apartment, he gently sat you down on your feet. You gave him a light shove for causing you to get even more soaked by the rain, as he plastered a fake-hurt expression on his face.

“Do you want some clothes to change into? I can put yours in the dryer,” he said, as he walked towards his room to change out of his wet clothes.

“Yes, please,” you said, walking into him putting on a dry shirt. You caught a glimpse of his abs. Yep, the gym has been good to him.

He grabbed a pair of sweatpants for himself and you and gave you a huge T-shirt to wear.

After you both had changed, you decided to go to the living room and watch a movie. It was scary, of course, and filled with many jump scares. You jumped in his lap at one point as the villain of the movie popped on the screen, the loud sounds adding to the jump scare. Ethan looked down at you, smiling. He noticed the paths that the raindrops took your mascara on, the way your eyes got big once the music sped up as someone was being chased, the way your lips looked like they’d fit perfectly with his.

“Did you see that shit?” you yelled, after the most gore-filled scene in the whole movie played out in front of you.

“No, I missed it,” he laughed a little, glancing back at the screen.

“How did you miss that? It was crazy!” You said, eyes still glued to the screen.

He noticed that you still hadn’t moved off of his legs. He was enjoying the feeling, too scared that if he moved, you would too.

You turned your head away from the screen, another horrific death scene playing out. Ethan looked down at you, and that’s when you realized that you still had the mascara dried on your cheeks. You tried to wipe it away with your hands, a grin playing on his lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was still on my face? I’ve been sitting here looking stupid for the last hour,” you laughed, as he frowned at your words.

“You don’t look stupid, you look beautiful,” your heart started to race, so you tried to play it off.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure I look beautiful with these streaks all over my cheeks,” you said, but he had that same look on his face as earlier, the one you can’t figure out.

“You’re always beautiful. It doesn’t matter if your makeup is messed up. It doesn’t matter if you’re drenched in the rain. Fuck, you could walk in here wearing a trash bag and I’d still think you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” he said, as he started to turn red at his own words. He meant everything he said, but he didn’t know how you’d feel about it.

“Well, if you feel that way, kiss me,” you said, as his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips. He hesitated, and you started to think that he might think you’re beautiful, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. “…or not…” you trailed off, sitting up so you were no longer on his legs.

“No, wait,” he said, pulling you back to where you were before. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips.

As both of your mouths moved together, he started to get hard. You could feel him through his sweatpants. Your hands roamed his body, as his roamed yours, but he pulled away. You were confused, he seemed as into this as you were.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, distracting himself from your stare with the tv.

“What?” you asked, your hand reaching for his face, turning it towards you.

“I’m in love with you, always have been,” his words flew out of his mouth at a quick speed, you almost didn’t catch what he said.

“You’re in love with me?” You asked, smiling at him. He nodded, a small grin playing on his lips. The relief of you knowing his biggest secret lifting a huge weight off his chest.

“I’m in love with you too,” you said, pulling him back down to continue. This kiss felt a lot different than the other one. You could feel the love and didn’t question the intentions when his hands started to roam your body again.

You reached down to touch him through the sweatpants, him grunting into the kiss as you rubbed him. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt that you were wearing, lifting it up. Once he got it over your head, his eyes glanced down to your bare chest. He stared for a few seconds.

“My bra is in your dryer, remember?” you giggled, as he kissed down your neck. His hands roamed your chest, just like he’d fantasized about many times before. The sighs falling out of your mouth every time his hand over one of your nipples made him even harder. His hand trailed lower and lower down your body, rubbing you through the sweatpants.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you whispered. His hand moved back up a little, his fingers tugging at the waistband.

“My panties are in the dryer, too, by the way,” you whispered, his blown-out pupils connected with yours.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” he whispered.

“Ethan, if you don’t touch me, I’ll explode,” you laughed, as you took his hand, sliding it under the waistband.

His fingers wandered the new territory, especially your clit. The way your back arched when he brushed it over made him wonder what other reactions he could get out of you. He trailed his fingers a little lower, sliding one of them inside of you, before adding another. You’d been touch-starved for so long that it was hard to control yourself. He pulled his hand out of your pants, hooking your legs around his waist. He stood up with you wrapped around him, walking you to his room. Your lips were connected; your bare chest pressed against his clothed one. He tossed you on his bed, then pulled the sweatpants off you. He’d imagined you naked in his bed many times, but this was better than he ever thought it could be.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, placing kisses up your thighs.

Once his mouth connected with your clit, you made eye contact. Your mouth fell open as he circled the bundle of nerves with his tongue. He was intently watching you as your breathing got heavier, and your whines got louder.

“I need you inside of me,” you moaned out, his hard cock still confined to his sweatpants. He slid them down his legs, grabbing a condom out of the top drawer beside the bed. He put it on, and wasted no time slowly sliding inside of you.

He took it slow at first, before you really wanted him to pick up the pace.

“More,” was all you could get out. He started to thrust faster, letting a few moans fall out of his mouth.

“I have an idea,” he grunted, before stopping his movements. He pulled out, and walked to his closet. He grabbed another pillow out and walked back over towards you.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he said, as he put the pillow underneath you.

He quickly slid back inside you, the new position helping him hit that special spot inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm building. One of your hands traveled down to your clit, rubbing it quickly as you chased that high.

Once you started to squeeze around him, he was a moaning mess. It was hot to see him let his noises go.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusts becoming more erratic.

He slid out of you and disposed of the condom, then snuggled up next to your naked body.

“That was better than I ever imagined,” he said, his fingers lazily tangling with yours.

“I agree,” you said. He started to smirk.

“You’ve thought about us doing this before,” he asked.

“Yeah, but my vibrator does nothing compares to this,” you said with a laugh.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

[xaharadesert]

10 of my Favourite Horror (Adjacent) Movies and Why You Should Watch Them

(Not in any particular order or subgenre. TW are super vague, spoiler-free, and from my memory, but I would recommend looking up more specific ones before watching any of these if you are easily triggered. Not all triggers are listed because these are horror movies, so stuff like death and murder is to be expected.)

Let me know if y’all want a part 2, because I’ve got about 7 more! (It could have been one post if Tumblr didn’t limit my images to 10)

1. Parasite

A struggling lower class family slowly integrates itself into the household of a rich family without their knowledge.

Most of you have already seen this one, or been told to watch it. I am no different: this movie is popular for a very good reason. Divided into 3 clear acts, starting with comedy, and making its way through drama into horror. Also, great commentary on classism, very psychological at times and makes you wonder who you should really be rooting for.

Scary: 2/10

Gore: 3/10

Disturbing: 5/10

Psychological: 6/10

Actual genre: Dark comedy thriller

2. The House That Jack Built

Serial killer Jack recounts some of his most influential murders.

A bit infamous and controversial for being very messed up, but still really good. Highly psychological, with a lot of narration and use of metaphor. Especially fun if you have any knowledge of Dante’s Inferno. Definitely not one to watch if you want a protagonist to root for.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 6/10

Disturbing: 10/10

Psychological: 8/10

Actual Genre: psychological horror art

TW: sexism, corpse mutilation

3. Creep (1&2)

A man is hired to help film messages from a dying man to his son.

I’m usually not a fan of found-footage, but there’s something special about Creep. On top of that, this is one of the few movies where I can confidently say I like the sequel more, which is shocking because the first one was amazing. Very funny and off-beat, with a sense of foreboding underlying the whole thing.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 1/10

Disturbing: 3/10

Psychological: 4/10

Actual genre: found footage psychological horror

Edit: now has a TV show! Haven’t watched it yet, but saw some clips and it looks great! Follows the same formula as the movies :)

4. Mother!

A woman and her poet husband live quietly in a secluded house away from society.

Very metaphorical and highly feminist; definitely not a movie that everyone appreciates, but if you enjoy analysis or just being really weirded out then this is a good for you. Starts slow and snowballs toward the horrific climax.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 7/10

Disturbing: 7/10

Psychological: 8/10

Actual genre: psychological horror

TW: cannibalism

5. Perfect Blue

Mima is a young pop star looking to join the acting industry.

Brutally realistic to the point where I had to stop watching and take a walk at one point. Very much “female rage” and a protagonist that will live in your head rent free for the next 6 years (or maybe that’s just me). Very triggering in a lot of ways, but worth it if you’re not sensitive to the topics it covers.

Scary: 5/10

Gore: 4/10 (animated)

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 10/10

Actual genre: psychological thriller

TW: depersonalization/derealization, nudity, stalking, rape scene (she is acting in a tv show but it is still the most uncomfortable scene of the movie), inaccurate portrayal of DID

6. Midsommar

A couple and their friends go on a vacation to their friend’s remote hometown for a Midsommar festival.

Probably the best-known out of this list, and again for a good reason. 90% of the film takes place in broad daylight, and the visuals are absolutely gorgeous. Once again will bring up the question of who is in the right and who is in the wrong (I have the answer to this question and I will fight you in dms if you’d like).

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 8/10

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 7/10

Actual genre: folk horror

TW: long and graphic sex scene, nudity, close up and graphic gore, cult stuff, suicide

7. The Call

A woman moves back to her childhood home and receives a call from the woman who lived there 30 years prior.

I got really into modern Asian horror films a few months ago and this is one of my favourites. The dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist is one of my favourites, and finishing this movie felt like finishing a 3 season TV show because of how well paced it was. Really hoping there will be a sequel with the same concept, even if it is not likely.

Scary: 6/10

Gore: 3/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 6/10

Actual genre: psychological thriller

TW: abuse

8. Incantation

A cursed woman takes back custody of her young daughter and does everything she can to keep away the effects of her curse.

This one was popular on TikTok for a while, and for good reason. Another found footage in a more traditional sense, and a bit confusing at times, but overall a really solid scary story. Very cool effects as well.

Scary: 6/10

Gore: 4/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 5/10

Actual genre: supernatural horror

TW: derealization

9. Pearl

A farm girl dreams about leaving home and living as a show girl.

Mia Goth is a national treasure, but we all knew that already. I watched this one before X (the actual first movie) because I didn’t know they were connected, but I much preferred this one. The Wizard of Oz vibes combined with Pearl’s unsettling behaviour made is a really creep film to watch.

Scary: 4/10

Gore: 4/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 5/10

Actual genre: horror

TW: porn

10. The Platform

A man is stuck in a prison where a platform of food is lowered through the layers of cells for inmates to eat as they please.

I’m a sucker for psychological movies that take place in a very limited space. If you’ve ever played and enjoyed the game Presentable Liberty then I’m gonna go ahead and say you’ll like this too. Not every question is answered, but the film is more about the human condition than the prison they inhabit, so it’s not too much of a problem.

Scary: 2/10

Gore: 9/10

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 9/10

Actual genre: social science fiction horror

TW: cannibalism, suicide

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table |Almost-Finale

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

Previous part | Masterlist

(2024)

“To be fair my first reaction, when I heard that you agreed to come on here was “there is no way”. Because I personally think it’s a very bold move to have you as the new Oasis’ spokesperson- you know, considering how little you used to talk during interviews.”, Seth Meyers explains, which makes both Y/N and the audience chuckle.

“Yeah, can’t blame ya’.”, the woman in front of him says:” But well, the spotlight has always been on my brothers and their relationship… especially because of their falling out. Which, by the way, was very real. Just wanted to put that out there. Because I have seen those interviews where people assume that behind the scenes everything was sorta alright.” “It wasn’t?”

Y/N shakes her head:” Not at all. They both truly didn’t speak to one another for over a decade. Not a single word. They understand very well, that the second they’re getting interviewed it’s going to the brought up: those nasty comments, the fights… they finally just started to get along again, why risk any of that. It’s so fragile.”

Seth scans her features for a moment before leaning back in his chair:” I guess you’re right. But, you know… you’re fascinating on your own. So I am more than happy to have just you on this show. How come you never spoke during interviews-?” He raises his hand and begins counting his fingers:” Or concerts, award shows, red carpets…”

“One thing about my brothers, in case you haven’t noticed yet-.”, she shortly faces the audience before once again looking at Seth:” They love to talk. A lot. I didn’t. So I figured, that I might as well just don’t. And to be fair, neither one of them cared much about it, did they?”

“The whole thing turned you into quite the enigma.”

“Loved it.”, Y/N exclaims while taking a sip of her water: “And in the beginning I sorta just wanted to see how people would react to this whole “me being silent”- act. But they were obsessed with it.”

“You never spoke and threw some of the best Hollywood parties of the ’90s and 2000s.” The statement makes Y/N merely roll her eyes:” Please. Those celebrities just came around because there was always cocaine at my place.” At that audience members gasp which only makes her laugh in return:” Whoops, I’m sorry. God. I thought that was general knowledge.”

Y/N faces Seth again:” My two brothers did it. I did it; plus everyone’s favorite celebrity did it.” She takes a sip of her water while Seth clears his throat, which makes a few people laugh:” Speaking of your beloved brothers- one in particular. Liam. He really loves being on the internet, doesn’t he?”

”He’s a man of the people.”

Seth once again giggles before reaching under his wooden table:“ And a couple of days ago, he posted something on X that kind of made everyone go crazy. But then he suddenly deleted it again. Only to tweet this a few moments later...“ He flips one of the cards around showing a tweet that goes “Brothers n sisters y/n made me delete me tweet cmon i am a grown man with me own thoughts and im getting supervised like a little boy HER ATTITUDE STINKS”.

The audience laughs while the woman only shrugs: “To be fair I do have his notifications on in case things like that happen.”

“Well.”, Seth says in between giggles and flips a second card around:” This is the tweet he deleted: “Liam’s karma is that Gene looks like a young Damon Albarn”.” Underneath that tweet are two pictures attached: one showing Liam’s son Gene next to a young Damon Albarn. Y/N looks at them both and laughs:” Jesus.”

“And Liam’s reply was…”, he flips yet another card around:” “No me karma is that he’s now sitting with us at the dinner table”. Y/N reaches for her drink while a small smile makes its way on her face.

“Is Liam talking about his own son or is he talking about Damon from Blur?” “Well, guess.”, she answers, now fully grinning at the host. A couple of audience members audibly gasp at her response, to which she simply laughs.

Seth leans forward:” Are you telling me right now that you are dating Damon Albarn?” The woman in front of him stares at him for a few moments before nodding her head. You could hear a needle drop. “Jesus.”, Y/N mutters:” It’s not like we haven’t dated before.”

“I beg your pardon?”, Seth’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. “Yeah, back in the ‘90s.” “During the time your band had this huge feud with Blur?”

“I do admit the timing was unbelievably shite.”

Seth leans back in his chair again and crosses his arms in front of his chest:” I cannot believe this. Truly.” She laughs at his reaction:” Well, it’s true. I don’t know what else to tell you.“

“And your brothers didn’t know about it?”, Seth asks tilting his head slightly:” They had no clue at all? I find that hard to believe.” A soft sigh leaves his guests lips:” I think maybe they had their suspicions, I’m their sister after all. But there just wasn’t enough evidence. I remember that one night-.”

(1996)

“I know for a fact you’re seeing someone.”, Liam unexpectedly says, making Y/N flinch. “What the fuck, Liam.”, she hisses, while looking down at her once white shirt, that’s now covered in red wine stains:” That was fucking expensive.”

Her brother merely rolls his eyes. Noel who’s sitting with his back turned to his two siblings puts his cigarette out. “Who is it?”, Liam asks. “What are you even on about? God, you’re so annoying!”, Y/N stands up and makes her way towards the small bathroom of their tour bus. “I know you’re seeing someone. It’s written all over ya stupid face, I-.”

“Hey!”, Noel cuts him off and turns around, he raises his finger:” Don’t talk to her like that. Be nice, for fucks sake.” Y/N who’s trying her absolute best to remove the big stains softly smiles to herself. “Whatever. I know you’re seeing someone, and I’ll find out who it is.”

“What if it’s Albarn?”, Bonehead asks, while mindlessly flipping through a Playboy magazine. Y/N swallows thickly. “Now don’t be ridiculous. Our sister has too much backbone for that, right?”, Noel says, sounding more than offended.

“Yeah.”, Y/N exclaims while keeping her head low:” Oh absolutely. You’ve never seen anyone with that much backbone…”

(2024)

“They would’ve thrown you out of the band.”

Y/N makes a face:” Liam might still throw me out.” It’s followed by a laughter:”He truly isn’t happy about it. But I’m his baby sister, so he’ll be alright. He has never been able to stay mad at me for long.”

“Y/N from Oasis is dating Damon from Blue.”, Seth mutters and shakes his head before turning to the audience:” If you haven’t been around in the ‘90’s you won’t understand how big of a deal that is.” He turns to face Y/N again:” How serious is it?”

“Oh very.”, she replies:” I’ve met his daughter, a week after we started seeing one another again. She’s lovely. I re-introduced him to my brothers a week after that. We-.“

“How did they react?”

“Guess.”

[queermccoy]

Ok one I love your use of the word percolating that was excellent. Also I do see you vision for omegaverse louliver. My question is what happens to tommy when lou becomes pregnant. Do they hide it? Retcon his alpha status to make tommy also pregnant??

listen. amazing question. lou gets pregnant and that information rockets through set, through production. it’s a huge deal. the higher ups talk at length about killing tommy off. tommy is an alpha, the whole point of his character in relation to buck is that he’s an alpha. lou is not apologetic but he is really really upset. if they write him off for being an omega, a pregnant omega, he might never get work again, not as an alpha presenting person. casting will never know what to do with him! he’s freaking out. finally, a lawyer for the network is like. we CANNOT fire a pregnant omega for being an omega. the optics!! the law suits!!!

so tommy doesn’t die. all of lou’s scenes are filmed sitting down, carrying large boxes, huge tote bags, head popped around a corner. he’s only a love interest character, they don’t NEED him to show his body, they just need to occasionally remind viewers that he’s alive. no one even notices that they haven’t seen his torso in a year. his face fills out but you know, he’s aging. that happens!

lou having a baby is such a full surprise to the general public that half of them just assume he adopted it. that he is in a low key relationship with actor oliver stark and the baby looks just like him well…

thanks anon!! 🤍

[oh-surprise-its-me]

I’m absolutely living for bitey ice and Jake just inheriting different traits from his dad. This has me thinking about what would’ve happened if during the classroom confrontation in TGM if Jake had snapped his teeth at Bradley (idk why he would, haven’t gotten that far) and Mav saw it instantly reminding him of a different arrogant Blonde pilot he flew with many years ago. That Vietnam flashbacks meme but it’s TGM Mav flashing back to the locker room teeth snapping incident of ‘86.

Then later Jake fidgeting with the same plane Ron fidgeted with in that scene and Mav walking by seeing him doing that and wondering why that is so familiar to him

Jake taking a comb out one day and preening his hair in the mirror muttering to himself that he needs to look perfect cause it has to be absolutely perfect in case some chicken might happen to walk by and Mav just thinking “wow that man is vain, sorta like how Hollywood used to be”

Jake showing up to Dagger functions with his cowboy hat on, southern twang flirting hard with rooster and Mav just wonders where that boy got his fashion sense from

And then finally hearing the famous “I’m too good to be true” line and Mav is just absolutely bothered cause he can’t seem to remember where he knows that from (viper from that one ask thing you wrote)

Then the one day that the daggers and the class of ‘86 have that bbq at Ice’s house after the mission and Mav just realizes why Hangman is the way he is. It’s because he’s basically a perfect cocktail in a blonde aviators body of the different traits of the people he knows.

I might just absolutely live for Mav meeting jakes parents (and uncles and grandpa) again after all the years post mission. And the dawning horror of who made Jake in to the way he is

I am such a sucker for this Chris Seresin x Ron x Tom AU with adult Jake

I’m so glad you love them oh my god. I literally can’t stop talking about them.

-

Jake is such a combo of the men he grew up around and that never ends. He has Chris’s tendency of stealing clothing. Doesn’t matter who. He’s taking it.

When Mav saw him in a 86 sweatshirt he froze for a second and then shook his head. Just a coincidence. Damn if Jake doesn’t look like Ice.

-

Mav walks into Tom’s backyard only to see Hangman and a few of the 86 crew already there. “Wolf?! Holly?” He’s caught in a hug and then set back on the ground. A voice piped up from behind the two. “Hey old man.”

He sighs. “Seresin. Being good?”

Jake snaps his gum and grins. “Never around these guys.” Wolf tosses an arm around Jake’s shoulders and steers him to the grill where Mav swears Slider is standing. Tom comes up to Mav and gives him a hug. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other in a non professional setting.

“Hey Mav. I’d like you to meet my husbands.”

Mav blinks. Okay look. He always knew Ice wasn’t straight. No man with that hair was. No man that looked at Slider like that was. But husband is a bit of a surprise. Certainly no open invites. “Hey Chris come here a second?”

A blond man pops his head up from here he was sitting on the ground with a dog. He was fixing what looks to be a doggy sized wheelchair. Cute.

“Yeah Baby?”

Mav blinks again. Does Jake have a much older brother??

Holy shit. “Holy shit. He’s your kid??” Tom and the man he is assuming Chris smile at him. “Sure is! Ron’s too!”

Mav stares at them. Jake passes by with a beer and hands it to Mav, “drink old man. You’ll need this today.” Ron slips away from the grill and comes up next to the three of them. “Mav! Holy shit you’ve been killing it with the assignments over the years.”

Jake is a clone of the three of them. Oh lord. No wonder he’s evil sometimes. “This is your fault. He’s like this because of you oh n o.” Wolf spins Holly around in the background, “oh he’s all of you. Oh no I thought Bradley was bad.”

A voice comes from behind him. “What Maverick? Gonna leave me out of that count?” Mav can only slowly turn when he hears that voice. “Oh fuck me. You too??”

Viper grins at him from where he’s standing while hugging Jake. “Sure thing Pete. This is my grand baby right here.”

Mav thinks maybe he should’ve dragged Goose along with him early. He can’t handle all of this information. It makes too much sense.

“Surprised old man?” Mav looks at Jake who looks slightly nervous for the first time. “Surprised but not disappointed. Nice one Jake. How’d you hide it.”

Jake shrugs. “DADT made taking Dad’s last name the smart choice. Never changed it even when they all got married. Or whatever other hippy shit that counted as.”

Chris grabs Jake and pulls him in between the three of them. Viper comes to stand next to Mav. “I’ll show you some baby photos later. It’ll make more sense.”

Mav nods. Holly is wearing Wolf’s cowboy hat. He swears that’s Jake’s exact hat.

He’s got a lot of questions but knows he’ll get a hell of an answer for them all.

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Outlaws, Chapter 1: Raise Hell

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence, drug addiction.)

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (2018-2023) to be specific.

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Rose Wilson/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall,

Summary:  The road to redemption is fraught with twists and turns, especially when one has been to hell and back. Jason Todd swore he'd never work with a team again, but when a familiar foe shows up in Gotham, A.R.G.U.S. leaves him little choice.

Note: chapter titles are named for songs from my Outlaws playlist. This one is named for "Raise Hell" by Dorothy.

Link: here

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Normally Amanda Waller puts out her clove cigarettes on the ground with her heel. This time she hands the butt to her assistant. “Find a trash can.” Few things faze her, not after years in her line of work. But the sight before her eyes makes her reach for her lighter. “Run me through the facts.” 

The Gotham CSI wrinkles his nose. Funny, that the guy has a sense of smell at all after living in this cesspool. Recent transplant, maybe? “We’re waiting for confirmation toxicology, but it looks like they all died of a severe fungal infection.” He leads Waller through the scene, pausing by each body, labeled by number. “Weird thing though, we didn’t find any in the ventilation system.” The corpses look like they’ve rested at the bank for ages– mushrooms growing out of their eyes, their mouths, their ears–popping out of their armpits, their shirt sleeves–even their toes. 

Waller clicks her tongue. “Lamia spores.”

“Ma’am?”

Forget the cigarette. She needs a stiff bourbon to wash this dry musk out of her throat. “Things just got a lot more complicated.” Waller turns abruptly, heading for the bullet-proofed van she arrived in. “I gotta make a phone call.”

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“You’ve no idea the trouble you’re in, do you?”

Jason Todd sits in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the back of his chair. His Red Hood helmet rests on the table in front of him, in reach and out of reach at the same time. Across the table stands a black woman with short, almost buzzed-cut blonde hair. She works with Barbara, doesn’t she? 

“I dunno, lady. Should I?” He lets loose his smirk, eyeing her like a cat eyes a bird. 

The lady frowns grimly. “You’re too hot for Blackgate.”

“Why thank you.”

She ignores him. “And those too hot for Blackgate go to Belle Reve.”

That stops him cold. Belle Reve is Amanda Waller’s high security zoo. One of the few prisons in the country not stuffed to the brim with convicts, cause it’s really just a funnel for her pet project: The Suicide Squad. 

“So you’ve heard of it.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “So who’s on the other side of that mirror? Gordon? Waller?” 

“Your ticket away from getting a bomb installed in your brain.” 

His boots aren’t chained to anything. Interesting. Jason tilts his chair back, bracing one boot against the edge of the table. “Look, lady. I can make a deal with Satan himself, but I gotta see him face to face first.” 

The door clicks open, and she steps in wearing loafers. Real snakeskin by the look of it. Black slacks. Burgundy sweater. Smart watch. Her raven-silk hair swept into a neat ponytail. Really, she could pass for your average schoolteacher if she wasn’t one of the most terrifying women on earth. “I can take it from here, Vee. Thank you.”

He’s only seen her on Batman’s computer. Always thought she’d be taller. This woman had Deathstroke’s kid? More than that–Adeline Kane (or does she still go by Wilson?) taught Slade Wilson how to fight. In a way, she’s at least partially responsible for the hell Jason went through two years ago. 

“Jason Peter Todd. You ended Batman. Wrecked Gotham City. You turned one of my agents and nearly fucked my most important mission.”

Agent? Was she still military? “Flattered, lady. But you still haven’t told me why I’m–” Jason rattles at his cuffs, “--here.”

“I should kill you.”

Really, Jason should keep his mouth shut. One does not talk smack to someone as powerful as her. Not if they want to remain intact. “I’m already dead, lad–”

“But one doesn’t destroy a weapon one can use.” Adeline Kane whips out a key and unlocks Jason’s cuffs. “Let me introduce you to your team.” She heads out the door, not waiting for him to follow. 

Rubbing his wrists, Jason glances up and down the nondescript hallway. He sees doors on either side, and a fire exit at the far end. “I don’t do teams anymore, lady.”

“It’s Adeline. And it’s my team, or Waller’s. Your choice.” Slade’s ex (or would she be his widow now?) stops just before the last door on the left, pushing it open. She folds her arms as she waits for him. “I don’t have all day, Todd.”

Slipping inside, Jason has another comeback ready, but it falls soundlessly from his lips when he sees those seated inside. “Donna?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Donna smirks, but her eyes stare him down dead. Fuck. She knows about Hank. 

“I–” Jason starts to say, but then he sees the young man sitting next to her, and he feels lightheaded. 

The second ghost waves back, a shit-eating grin on his face. As if he had never died in the first place. As if his death hadn’t completely destroyed Jason Todd’s miserable life. 

Jericho Fucking Wilson. 

Adeline shuts the door behind them. “Jason Todd, codename: RED HOOD, meet your team.”

He should probably sit down, but his legs won’t move. Act cool. Still wanting to keel over, he leans back against the door, folding his arms.

“Roy Harper–” A dude with ginger hair salutes casually in Jason’s direction. “--codename: ARSENAL.”

“You already know Donna Troy, codename WONDERGIRL.” Donna’s smile vanishes. If looks could kill…

Adeline’s steel voice softens just slightly. “My son, Jericho.” No codename? Jason quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. The rest of his brain is too occupied trying to figure out how dear Addie Kane found another Lazarus Pit. 

“Artemis of Bana Migdal.” A tall, auburn-haired, and olive-skinned woman nods at him, her arms folded. She could probably fold him in half if she wanted to. “Codename–”

Artemis clears her throat. “I do not need a–”

Adeline continues without so much as a side-glance. “GRACE.” 

Artemis’s mouth slams shut–her bright green eyes flashing. 

“And lastly–Jericho.” Her mouth twists. “Where’s your goddamn sister?” 

No.

Jericho lets out a heavy breath, his hands signing his reply. 

“Go get her, please.” Jericho rises from his seat, hurrying into the hallway. 

Fuck, no. 

“Assuming she’s still breathing.” Donna murmurs. Funny, Jason’s pretty sure he’s not breathing either. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Jason would kill for a beer right now. Actually, that window across the room seems like a nice one to jump out of. They’re on the ground floor, right? He should run. He just needs to pick up his fucking feet and go, but they won’t move. C’mon. C’mon. 

The door opens again. She stumbles in, her platinum hair greasy and disheveled. Jericho closes the door behind them and Rose Wilson flops into the nearest empty chair. Without even looking at him, or anyone really, she folds her arms on the table and uses them as a pillow. 

So, some of us is real and some of us isn’t?

No! No, this is real.

“Glad you could bother to join us, Rose.”

“Where was she?” Artemis asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Jericho signs “Gym.”

Donna smirks. “You owe me twenty, Harper.”

Roy sighs as he fishes out his wallet. “You okay, Rose?”

She opens her eyes briefly, then closes them. 

“Rose?” Adeline asks, and when she doesn’t get a response, she slams her hands on the table. “Rose. LIllian. Wilson!”

Rose jerks awake, her bloodshot eyes glaring with fury. She almost looks like she’s about to snap out some retort, but she leans back in her seat instead. Too exhausted to argue? Yeah, Jason remembers the feeling with an anvil dropping in his stomach. Out of habit, he reaches into his pocket for the inhaler that isn’t there. That won’t be there ever again. Fuck.

A glimmer of a proud smile ghosts across Adeline’s face. “Now that you’re all here. It’s time to introduce you to your first assignment.” She flips the light switch off, and nods at Vee to turn the projector on. How the fuck did Vee even get in this tiny-ass room without him noticing? Jason shakes it off. 

Roy lets out a low whistle. 

“Oh shit,” Donna murmurs. 

Jason turns back to the screen, and he swears under his breath. Two bright green eyes stare back at him, with matching green lipstick and glossy red hair. 

Poison Ivy. 

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𝐈 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐗𝐈𝐕)

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"A lonely moon craving for the radiant sun." In which a certain girl catches the attention of a prideful billionaire playboy as they both attempt to find their way in the world. (I haven't seen many fics explore Bruce in his formative years, so I thought I'd share my take on them, of course with romance.)

wc: 1989

The Gotham Gazette’s state was nothing short of chaos all year round. Ever since Batman showed up, the publication has been on a 24-hour watch for any stories or rumors circulating about him. With new characters popping up recently as well such as the Joker, Two-Face, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler, the newspaper seemed to have bitten off more than they could chew.

Walking into the office, y/n was greeted by the bitchy remarks of Vicky Vale. The woman had a crush on Bruce Wayne since he’d come into the public eye, so of course she was green with envy at the fact that it wasn’t her who had received the gala assignment. y/n couldn’t care less, but alas she’d been stuck with a cubicle beside Vicky leaving her subject to the other woman’s rambling for the remainder of the day.

Mario Ito, the editor-in-chief of the Gazette spent most of his day handing out the myriad of assignments that came up around the city. It was no surprise he was headed y/n’s way, most likely to mention another Batman sighting for her and Vicki to investigate. But when approaching the two women, he mentioned something quite unexpected.

“There’s a new character in Metropolis as of late who we think might be working in tandem with the Batman. Vicky, you’ll stay here to continue working on the sightings and maybe find a connection between the two. y/n, I’ve got you on Metropolis duty,” Ito commanded, promptly exiting the two women’s view as quickly as he appeared.

Turning to the woman beside her, Vicky plastered a smile wider than any she had ever given y/n and announced, “I won.” The excitement was clear as day on her radiant face as Vicky turned her attention back to her computer. 

For all y/n knew, the Metropolis story could have turned out to be a giant hoax, but if Ito thought that the lead was tangible enough for an assignment, then she’d have to satiate her curiosity with a thorough investigation. Packing just a few essentials, y/n headed to her apartment to gather a week’s worth of things. 

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The bigger they are, the greater the threats that followed, for Superman’s defeated foe had caused a tidal wave the size of a building to sweep and flood the remains of the bridge between Gotham and Metropolis. The man dawning blue and red had swept in, repaired the bridge, blew the water out of the platform, and left the scene all in a moment’s notice. 

Everything about the scene seemed so rehearsed. Too cheery, too ignorant, too wholesome to seem real. There was nothing super about him in y/n’s eyes, but maybe it was just her Gothamite skepticism shining through. 

During the initial attack, when the bridge was jammed with traffic, y/n’s taxi driver had up and left. Stranded after the ordeal finished, y/n’s instinct was to get to safety in Metropolis by crossing the bridge in her heels. After a while of walking, panting from the exhaustion that the workout had left her in, y/n was too tired to be aware of her surroundings. Blinded by the radiant light the sun emitted, as well as dazed from walking the distance, y/n almost wandered into traffic, saved by the ginger she had bumped into on her way to the road. 

“Hey!” Startled, the man exclaimed as he gripped the strap of his camera to ensure it didn’t fall.

The sound had brought some of y/n’s sense back, as she straightened up and frantically apologized, “I’m so sorry, it’s been a long day and I haven’t had a minute to rest.”

Regaining his own composure, the man, held one of y/n’s arms to help her maintain balance and struck some small talk as he walked the teetering, sweaty woman to a nearby bench. “I can tell, not from around here, huh? Had a run-in with Superman yet?”

“Metropolis is in a league of its own compared to Gotham, and Superman seems like a handful.” The man chuckled at her statement.

“I’m Jimmy, Jimmy Olsen, you?”

Seating herself on the bench, y/n introduced herself and conversed with Jimmy for what seemed to be another few hours. She’d learned he was a photographer for the Daily Planet, having taken the famous image of the red and blue blur in the sky. She’d also learned that he had a friend who was desperate for a temporary roommate. It was a perfect coincidence for her to have stumbled upon this opportunity, and so she took advantage of it.

Over the course of their interaction, Jimmy practically jumped in his seat when he managed to convince his friend to meet y/n for the apartment situation after much aggressive texting. After receiving the confirmation, Jimmy led y/n downtown to her prospective temporary home.  

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“Lois, this is y/n!” Cheery as ever, Jimmy nudged y/n towards the doorway where Lois Lane stood, scrutinizing the woman in front of her. 

Holding her hand out with a pleasant smile on her face, y/n began, “It’s great to finally meet the famous Lois Lane! I’m a big fan of your work, especially that Lex Luthor expose you wrote last month.”

At the mention of Lex Luthor, Lois’ ears perked and her demeanor softened. “Most people think of Superman when they think of me. It seems the flying wonder’s going to be taking the spotlight off of real stories for a while. Glad to see someone with some sense left in them.”

Chuckling at the comment, y/n asked, “So have I convinced you I’d be a great roommate?”

Moving aside, Lois motioned for y/n to walk into the apartment replying, “I was sold the minute I figured out you broke the Falcone story. I’m a big fan of your work too.”

Jimmy helped y/n with her bags as Lois showed y/n the spare room and where things were in the apartment. A shared bathroom, a stocked kitchen, and a spacious common area. This was the perfect place to settle for a month-long assignment. Even better was the fact that y/n could research Superman straight from the original discoverer, Lois. 

Eager to get to know each other, the two women decided to go downtown to Mo’s Cafe where Lois would treat y/n to some sustenance to help her recover from her journey across the river. 

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It couldn’t be, and yet there she stood. Clear as day, y/n was walking across the street from the LexCorp building just as he was arriving. It couldn’t have been a coincidence, for there was never such a thing. She had to have been stalking him. 

Bruce Wayne was the subject of y/n’s attention ever since he had arrived in Gotham. It seemed she was the only one reporting his any and every move, and after a while of this scrutiny, he was sure her constant proximity to him was intentional. But this deal with Lex had been kept under tight wraps. There was no way for her to know he would be here unless she was obsessed. Now stuck in his head, the woman was the last thing he needed on his mind as Bruce entered the building and headed to Lex’s office. 

After a grueling two hours of nonsense conversation, Bruce was able to walk away by acquiring the Daily Planet from LexCorp. The newspaper was dying as digital forums and blogs had a surge in popularity in recent years and Luthor believed it to be a waste of resources to keep the paper afloat. Bruce thought he had a better idea of how he could save the Planet and so with a lot of back and forth everyone got what they wanted. 

With one headache overcome, Bruce headed back to Gotham to overcome y/n’s tormenting presence in his mind by getting some answers. Dawning the Batman suit once more, Bruce sat in the Batcave as he scoured the internet and other resources to figure out why y/n was in Metropolis. 

Hacking into the Gazette’s website, he was able to piece together that y/n had an assignment in Metropolis to investigate the alien in town. Naturally, Bruce was still curious as to why y/n was near L-Corp at the same time as him, and so he did what any good detective would do: he went to interrogate the suspect. He’d put a tracker on her when he’d first seen her upon his return. Reaping the fruits of his precautionary measures, Bruce found his next stop. An apartment in downtown Metropolis. 

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“So let me get this straight, Superman is an alien from a planet called Krypton. His birth name is Kal-El. He grew up in a farm in the midwest, and moved to Metropolis because he thought he’d make a bigger impact here?” y/n recited to Lois as they both sat across from each other on the floor.

Being astute reporters as they were, both women had a knack for digging into people. So, under the shelter of a starry night in the ambience of a lamp lit room, y/n and Lois were deep in conversation as they dissected each other’s lives. Though y/n was prickly about her childhood, she let Lois know some of the lesser known details about her Falcone investigation and her time at the Academy. Lois, in turn, shared about her time at the Planet and her knowledge of Superman. 

“Spot on!” Lois confirmed, before shifting the conversation to a question that dwelled in her mind for years, “While we’re on the subject of breakthrough stories, how’d you cope with the backlash of imprisoning Falcone?”

“Let’s just chalk it up to being the least of my worries at the time. I wasn’t really the subject of anyone’s hate, for I gave most Gothamites an opportunity at the throne left empty.” What a lie y/n had spun, but she couldn’t tell Lois how it was the worst moment of her life. How she had become a tool for not only Crane, but countless others. How she felt inhuman, numb, insane.

Lois knew there was something deeper than what y/n let on, but this wasn’t a subject she should pry on. So, leaving the conversation as it was, Lois began to discuss her little crush on a reporter she worked with. It was a light-hearted topic that Lois needed to get off her chest, and it would be the perfect way for the two to finally break the ice of unfamiliarity.

Listening to the two women as he was perched outside their apartment window, Batman got his answer. It really was a coincidence that they were near each other outside L-Corp. Though he wasn’t able to confirm his suspicions about y/n’s obsessive nature, the man was able to piece together some more information about his time away. 

y/n was lying about her lack of involvement in the city after Falcone was gone, but she was truthful about the war for control over Gotham. It got Bruce thinking, what if y/n wasn’t willingly involved in the destruction of his beloved city? Sure she set people on fire, and had an air of notoriety in the underworld, but what if it was a reputation she made to survive? Fear does breed control, something he knew she craved since the moment she stepped foot in the Academy. Though he could begin to understand her, Bruce still couldn’t see her as anything but a monster to be reckoned with. A monster he couldn’t change, the only one he thought to be beyond any hope.

Bruce finally snapped from his thoughts when he felt a figure behind him. Jumping from the ledge for higher ground, Batman used his grappling hook to position himself on the rooftop of the apartment. The figure, once below, now stood behind him on the rooftop. His arms crossed, muscles flexed, and a subtle red glow from his eyes, the man threatened, “You shouldn’t have come here.”

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Smoked Out

A/N: Smoking warning. AU-ish, this is all made up, I don’t encourage smoking nor do I think Jihyo would really act like this, but I saw a scene in a show and a little quickie idea popped up. I know this isn’t the TA series that a lot of you had hoped for, but the writing fuel came out and this is the small product. It’s different from my other works, not really smut, but maybe it could be, who knows.

2624 words; idek what genre to call this one lol angst? but not really? idk LMAO anyways enjoy🫣

Being a foreign worker in another country is never easy, but luckily you got to work with an amazing team at a nice company. You’ve been working at JYP with the world-renowned K-pop girl group Twice for about a year now. It’s only normal that you’ve found your place on their team and have finally started to be more involved with them in and out of the workplace setting. 

One warm night the team, along with some of the girls, head out for some food and drinks after a long day's schedule. You’re surprised that they decided to go out tonight considering how long of a week it’s been and even more so surprised that even some members wanted to join in A nice Friday night of barbecue, soju, and beer, and the crew has become a loud bantering table at the small restaurant in the middle of Seoul. You’re laughing and making jokes with some of your co-workers and suddenly your phone rings. 

“Hold on guys,” you take another shot of soju, “I’ll be back in a sec, I have to take this.” You stand up from your seat and head outside as the laughter slowly muffles when you close the door and head to the small alleyway next to the restaurant in the still Seoul summer air. 

“Hello?” you question.

“What are you doing? Have you been drinking?”  The other person responds quickly.

“Yes… it’s a Friday night and we’ve had a long week.” You meekly reply.

“What the fuck. Who’s we?? I thought you stopped drinking.” 

“We as in my co-workers and I and quite frankly I don’t weally know why you’re bombarding me with questions right now… isn’t it like morning there?” Your words slightly slurring.

The person on the end of the line is the crazy ex that for some reason loves to keep tabs on you after your “messy” break up somewhere during your first month in Seoul. The initial phone call was made by you because you couldn’t handle the long-distance and that work was far too crazy to keep the relationship the way you wanted to, that breaking it off might be the best decision for both parties. Unfortunately, she didn’t pick up so you decided to leave a voicemail. A few days go by and you hear nothing from her. Your best friend from home calls you and tells you she’s been cheating on you ever since you left. 2 years of a relationship that you thought would be the last, down the drain. Your friends had always told you they’d seen red flags from her since you started dating, but ignorantly and “in love” you brushed them off. Now, you’re seeing the signs just a bit too late and clearly suffering the consequences. You took her silence as a sign of guilt or shame and decided to leave it at that. One phone call she made to you about 3 months after that incident is when she tried to explain herself, but you were having none of it, after hours of yelling and arguing and crying, you broke it off for good.

“You know how you get when you drink. This is why we shouldn’t have broken up. Why are you always out and ‘working’ don’t they give you time off? Do you even know what I’ve been going through?” She sounds like she’s about to keep yammering so you cut her off.

“We haven’t spoken in like months and you’re calling me now to complain? To yell at me? And for what?” It’s reached the point that this phone call has somehow managed to snap you out of your fun drunken daze and into a fed-up, upset mood.

“And what gives you the right to talk to me like that? For your information, I was calling to check up on you.”

“Oh really? And by doing what? Interrogating me on my life choices? I’m doing just fine here and I hope you’re doing well with that fucker from your office. You know I only picked up your call because some small fucking part of me still kind of cares about you and I thought maybe something had happened. But I guess not, so if there’s really nothing left to say, goodnight or good morning or whatever. Goodbye.” Click. 

Fuck.. really out of all times she could have called. Bitch 

You angrily shove your phone back into your pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. You told yourself you’d stop smoking when you left home, but sometimes the stress of the job was too much, and of course whenever you drank you’d have a smoke or two. Right now checked off both of those boxes. Fumbling with the pack and the lighter you manage to light one up. 

Fuck god, I really can’t believe her you mutter to yourself as you slowly exhale your first puff of smoke. 

“You know smoking is bad for you.” You hear a voice from behind you and it makes you jump a little. 

“Oh shit-” you turn around and it's none other than Park Jihyo. And out of all people who could catch you now. “Oh Jihyo… Hi. Uh, I know, it’s just… I usually… you know.. Ah when I drink or I’m super stressed” You nervously hold the cigarette between your index and middle finger close to your leg, failing miserably at an attempt to hide what she already saw. 

“Ah right, that’s what most people say hm?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

You let out a nervous laugh and shyly nod.

“So who was that? On the phone?” 

“Oh did you hear? Sorry, was I too loud?”

“No, no I came out to get some air, it was getting hot inside” She replies.

“Ah, I see.” Your eyes look down at the floor almost like a kid that’s about to get scolded.

“You sounded upset. Are you okay?” She tries to meet your eyesight and you instinctively meet hers.

“Yeah…. Actually, no not really it was my crazy ex” You explain a short version of your breakup and the phone call to her. “Sorry, that was too much information, but I feel like I just had to get it off my chest.” After a breath you give in and take another hit from the cigarette, turning to face away from Jihyo.

“Oh wow. Okay yeah, that does sound stressful. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Another exhale of smoke. “Thanks. Um, I think I’ll finish this one and head back in, you should go back, and like you said, this isn’t good for you…” You’re a little ashamed, but truly this is not how you’d hope this night would go. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try smoking.” 

Her comment shocks you. “Really? But you’re a signer, and an idol no-less, this is like one of the top 3 things you never ever do.” 

“My older cousins used to do it and I always thought it was kind of cool. They’d inhale it like you do.”

As she says that you coincidentally take another hit. Sucking it into your mouth, puffing your cheeks out once, and parting your lips slightly, re-inhaling the smoke through your nose. The French inhale technique. Before letting the smoke exhale back through your mouth and nostrils. 

“Oh this… it’s a bad habit that I really intended on quitting when I came here and I was doing really well for a while before things got a little crazy and let my worst get the best of me.” Again you feel embarrassed. By now, the cigarette is about halfway finished. 

“Can I try?” She asks.

“What? No! I can’t let you. Remember the whole signer, idol, kpop star thing.” 

“Please just once” She looks at you with puppy dog eyes now.

“Jihyo no, you’re drunk and you’re gonna regret it.” You hold it even further away from her now. 

“I’m not drunk I didn’t even have one drink. I have to take care of Nayeon and Jeongyeon who, when I left were competing to see how fast they could down their 4th soju bomb”

This back and forth goes on for about another minute until you give up. At this point, she’s playfully trying to grab it from your hand and you’re about to flick it into the street when she catches your wrist.

“Jihyo. No.”  You hold her back with your other arm now.

“Make. Me.” She looks at you in the eyes with a stern sentiment. 

“You’re not gonna stop are you?” 

“Does it look like I’m the type to give up?” She quips back.

“Okay. Fine. But there’s a way that we used to do it back home that might hurt less for you. I’ve done this multiple times, just trust me.”

“Okay,” She flashes a gummy smile and pulls her hand off of you. 

Leading up to this moment, you had to admit you’d developed a small crush on Jihyo after working with her and seeing how kind and talented of a person she is. 

“It’s called shotgunning. And not the type with beer cans. I’ll take the initial hit and I’ll just blow a little bit of smoke into your mouth so you can emulate the sensation. Is that okay?” You explain the technique to her.

“Yes, I like the sound of that.” She replies.

“One time, and one time only. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, yes let’s do it.” It’s a little puzzling how excited she is about this.

“Okay, here we go.” You take a final hit from the cigarette and hold the smoke in your mouth before dropping it to the floor and ashing it out with your foot. You continue the motions with the french inhale, but instead of exhaling through your nostrils as usual, you take a step closer to Jihyo and cup her face with your right hand. She leans up to meet you, face-to-face. With your left hand, you bring it to the other side of her face and gently part her lips with your thumb. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against each other now. You thought at this point she’d pull away, but she’s right there. You slowly exhale through your mouth, letting the smoke travel the short distance between your mouths. You only let out a little before blowing the rest out of the side of your mouth away from hers. Letting her naturally pull away, she playfully lets the smoke fall from her lips and she exhales the small puff. Closely watching her to make sure she’s okay, you instinctively place your hand somewhere on her lower back. 

“Wow.” She looks with wide eyes at the small cloud of smoke dissipating into the air.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did that hurt? Burn?” You’re looking for any signs.

“No, it was okay. That was fun.” She touches her lips where your thumb parted them moments before. “I- I want to do it again”

“No, I already ashed it out. It’s gone no more.” You put your hands up in the air showing her there’s nothing there. 

“N-no not that. That was a fun one-time experience. I’m glad it was with you” She seems a little nervous now.

“Then do what again? Oh, and I hope no one saw that, I don’t necessarily want  to get fired for doing what feels like a crime.” You let out a light chuckle.

“This.” She steps back in front of you and grabs your arms, putting them back into the position they were in on her face. “Do that again,” Jihyo whispers and holds your thumb near her mouth.

You’re too stunned to speak at what you just heard. She wants me to kiss her? This is insane.

A slow nod is all you can reply with and you create the same motions, this time, her hands holding your forearms in place. You glide your thumb over her bottom lip as if asking permission and you bring your faces close together. Your lips brush over hers ever so slightly and you can feel her breath shakily exhaling and as if the feeling of butterflies make the same journey that the smoke did but in the opposite direction, you feel your breath hitch and your heartbeat speed up. Your eyes flutter closed and Jihyo seizes the opportunity. 

She closes the thin gap between you and your lips collide. Her soft lips tangle with yours and you’re certain the fireworks are mutual. Like a movie kiss, it feels like time stops and the world stops spinning. The far memory of your ex dissipated with the smoke that left Jihyo’s lips and all you know is her lips on yours. A set of matching puzzle pieces, perfectly intertwining in this dimly lit alleyway. It feels like an eternity that you’re standing there kissing Jihyo and it may as well be, you’re content there with her. But the kiss comes to a natural end when you both pull away for some air. 

“Wow.” She says under her breath, face inches away from you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you.” You confess, still gently holding her face.

“Me too,” Jihyo replies, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You can feel yourself starting to take a few heavy breaths, processing what’s just happened and been said, but before you could, the two of you collide again. This time the kiss deepens quickly. Her hands now let go of your forearms and wiggle their way to hook behind your neck, yours move from their place on her cheeks and down to her waist, pulling her body to yours and closing every gap between the two of you. Her hands weave into your hair and push you further into the, now messy kiss. Tongues dance together, but you know you can’t do anything more than this now, especially in public even if it’s the late hours of the night here. But both of you want more, to feel more. She grabs one of your arms and squeezes it, a wordless “okay” as if to signal you. You realize how hard you’re holding her waist and let up on your grip, only to slide one hand down to cup her full ass. She moans into the kiss and takes a harder grip on your hair. As if the universe could see where this was about to go, you’re both startled when a loud car passes the alleyway. Instinctive speed kicks in and you separate your bodies, scared that you’ve been caught. 

“Fuck…” you say catching your breath. Realizing now your pants are a little tighter than they were when you first stepped outside. Jihyo giggles when she also notices, “Wow that was fast”

“Yah! This is your fault!” joking as you motion towards your crotch. 

“You’re lucky we live in the same place. I can fix that at a later time, but right now take a second to relax and hurry back inside, they’re probably wondering where we are. I’ll say we ended up taking  a little walk to sober you up.” You’re amazed at how fast she’s able to process all of that and so nonchalantly bounce back to her leader persona. Jihyo skips back inside with a wide smile on her face. 

Bringing yourself back down to earth, you pull your phone out and quickly block your ex’s number. And then you pull out the pack of cigarettes, emptying the pack onto a nearby trashcan, leaving one in the box along with your lighter, and shoving it back into your jacket pocket. “Just one. No more” you say to yourself, before heading back into the restaurant and rejoining the group.

A/N hi again… ik this isnt my usual smut-type work BUT imma have a solely smut oneshot coming out next in response to something I got in my inbox recently :D oh and im in the midst of editing and finalizing the first part of TA hehe as always thanks for reading <3 twc

[sillytaetime]

Forbidden~ Y.Jh FF

Desc:// Your brother and his best friend are 3 years older than you and you’ve always been the butt of their jokes. It just so happens that ever since you met your brother’s best friend, you’ve had a huge crush on him. After the two of them disappeared to college several hours away for a few years, you thought your crush on him had gone away. Maybe you were too quick to judge...

Warnings:// angst; fluff; suggestive scenes (smut is skipped); mentions of Enhypen Sunoo

Type:// One-Shot

Pairings:// hotbrothersbsf!Jeonghan x virgin!reader

WC:// 4,205

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As long as i can remember, Jeonghan’s always been around. He’s supposed to be like family. When my mom decided it was time to sit down at the table and have a traditional “Hong family dinner”, Jeonghan was there. It’s like my mom adopted him as a son. I just can’t help that i found him charming. the smile he always had on his face, his laugh, everything.

I used to get bullied at school a lot. To quote them, I looked like a stone wall. “Flat and boring.” It was ever long that those kids could mess with me before my brother and Jeonghan showed up scaring them off. My brother may have teased me a lot growing up, but it was always in a joking manner. He never meant to hurt me so of course he wouldn’t stand to let kids bully me.

I was 16 when Josh left for college, but that was 2 years ago. I'm 18 now. My body isn't flat anymore, I've filled out and gotten some curves. Even though nobody's bullied me recently, I don't have many friends... just Sunoo. I've known Sunoo since I was 4 and we've been inseparable since.

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y/n pov

Currently, my mom’s in the kitchen making dinner while Sunoo and I are in my room studying. Once my brother gets here, we won't have much quiet time. It'll be party after party and of course Sunoo and I would go, we need to meet the people that we'll be going to college with since uni starts in a few months.

"CAN YOU GUYS COME AND BE MY TASTE TESTERS FOR A MINUTE?”  My mom yells from the kitchen... So, we head downstairs to help her. As we taste the sauce, a loud noise comes from the front door, a second later, Josh pops up from around the corner. “Hey mom! Hey y/n!” Joshua hugs my mom and greets me. He then notices Sunoo. “Hey, wassup man.” Sunoo says hello back and then we walk back up to my room. On our way towards the stairs, my face comes into contact with someone’s chest and Sunoo catches me. When i look up, I see Jeonghan. It’s been forever since I’ve seen him. He looks even more attractive after these 2 years. His hair is short now,, and its blonde. I quickly grab Sunoo’s hand and sprint up to my room not even sparing Jeonghan a glimpse.

“What was that y/n??” “I-I don’t know...” “Don’t lie to me." “I freaked out. I didn't know he was coming." "I know you said you're over him... but is it possible that you may still be attracted to him?" "Maybe..." "Let's hope this dinner goes well." “Yeah.” I always tried to play off that I was over Jeonghan but after seeing him a few seconds ago, i most definitely am not over him.

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“Y/N!! SUNOO!! COME DOWN FOR DINNER!!” “Finally!” Sunoo loves food, especially my mom’s food so it’s not surprising for him to be excited for dinner. The dinner was awkward. Sunoo nudged me slightly, bringing me out of my thoughts. he whispered to me... “y/n, Jeonghans staring at you.” I looked Jeonghan’s way and he was definitely staring. Surprisingly, he kept staring at me even after i caught him. His lips formed to a cocky smirk as he stared into my soul. “So, Jeonghan... how was college for you? Have you gotten yourself a girlfriend yet?” I nearly spit out my drink when my mom brought up Jeonghan dating. “Ah, well mrs. Hong, I haven’t really tried dating much. I wanted to focus on college more.”

“Oh, come on now!! A handsome guy like you has to have a girlfriend!” Jeonghan just looks down and blushes. “Jeonghan’s never had a girlfriend.” When my brother stated that, my eyes almost popped out of my head. “Aww, and why’s that??” “He’s had a crush on some girl for years but he won’t tell anyone who she is.” I pipe up and start to tease Jeonghan, “what’s with the secrets Hannie? I thought we were supposed to be family.” Jeonghan giggled at my statement. He later excused himself to the restroom.

Jeonghan didn’t return back to the dinner table after that. We finished our meal in silence. “Thanks for dinner mom!” “You’re welcome, y/n.” With that, Sunoo and I head back up to my room. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” “Ok. ill be in my room.” As I’m sitting in my room, someone knocks. “Sunoo, you know you don’t need to knock.” “It’s not Sunoo...” When i look up, i see Jeonghan at the door. “Can I come in?” “Yeah, I guess that’s fine.” Jeonghan walks in and looks at the pictures of me and Sunoo on my wall. “Is he your boyfriend?” “Who? Sunoo?” “Yeah, you two have always been close. I wouldn’t be surprised.” “No, we aren’t dating, Jeonghan. Why do you care?” “I just want you to date someone who cares about you. Sunoo obviously does.” “NOT in that way!” I giggle at his silliness.

“Well, at least I’ve dated someone!” “Hey! you can’t use that against me!” “Imagine being stuck on one person for years.” I tease. “If you saw how beautiful she is you’d understand.” “Why won’t you tell her you like her?” “I can’t. It’s wrong.” “How’s it wrong?” “I’m friends with her brother. He specifically said I can’t fall for her.” “But why won’t you tell Josh?” “Joshua is friends with him and i really don’t want his judgement.” “I’m sorry...” “It’s fine, you were just curious. I better get going, Joshua and I are going to a party.” “Oh cool." "Are you going?" "I think so. I have to check with Sunoo." "Alright. Maybe I'll see you there." "Yeah." And with that, Jeonghan exits my room. Moments later, Sunoo comes in. "Hey, Sunoo, we're still going to the party tonight, right?" "Of course."

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So now, Sunoo and I are getting ready for the party, and I have no clue what to wear. “Ew. no, absolutely not. Something else.” “Sunoo this is all I got.” “Lemme look at your closet.” “I doubt you’ll find anything but go for it.” After a few minutes of Sunoo rummaging through my closet, he pulls out the sluttiest dress he could find. “Wear this.” “Sunoo, I don’t want to look like a slut.” I hear my brother yell from downstairs. I run down the hall to the bathroom to put the dress on. When i walk back into my room, Sunoo screams “AHHHH Y/N YOU LOOK HOTT!!!” I blush. “Thank you, Sunoo. If we don’t get going now, we will be late.” “Alright. let’s go.” I grab my shoes and close my bedroom door. 

“Hey mom, can I drive your car to the Party?” “Sure thing, y/n. You two have fun!!"  “Don’t worry mom!!” “Call me if anything happens!” “We will!” and we leave to go to the party.

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Finally, Sunoo and I arrived at the party, we could hear the music from a block away. We walked inside and immediately smelled alcohol. Sunoo and I went to find the dance floor and started dancing and for a while that's all we did, until a girl asked Sunoo to dance. After Sunoo went to dance with that girl, i walked over to the bar to get a drink. As im sitting at the bar i feel a pair of eyes on me. When i look around, I see Jeonghan. He’s looking right at me, biting his lip. I look away to hide my blush. Not even a second later, a guy comes up to me. “Hello pretty lady, what’re you doing all by yourself?” “My best friend went to dance with someone so now I’m alone.” “Mind if I keep you company?” “I guess some company would be nice.” “Im Mingyu and you are?” “Im y/n. Nice to meet you, Mingyu.” “Nice to meet you too, y/n”.  After a while of talking to Mingyu, I notice i have to go to the bathroom so i excuse myself. “Ill be right back, i need to make a quick trip to the bathroom.” “Alright. I’ll be here.” With that, I leave. 

As I’m making my way back to Mingyu, someone grabs me and pulls me around the corner. “What are you doing with him?” I look up and see Jeonghan. “Um... I’m talking to him. Mingyu’s a nice guy.” “No, he just wants to get his dick wet.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. Jeonghan I’m not a virgin. Why does it matter?” “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” “Shut up. Just go find that girl you like so much and let me fuck someone if I want to.” “I’ve already found her.” “Then why are you here? Go talk to her” I try to wiggle out of his grip, but he pins me to a close by wall. “I’m looking at her.” “What?” At that moment, the hints he’s been giving all day has finally clicked. “Hannie... Am I the girl?” “Yeah... and Joshua would kill me if he found out.” “Well, I’m not going to tell him.” “You’re not?” “Well, I won’t if you let me fuck Mingyu.” With that statement, Jeonghan Kisses me. It was passionate but filled with lust. Of course, I returned the kiss and it turned into heated, sloppy kissing. I break the kiss and lift my eyebrow. “Deal or not?” “I don’t think i like the idea of you and Mingyu.” “Well, if you wanna keep this a little secret, you’ll let me go.” Reluctantly, Jeonghan releases me and looks down at the ground. I fix my dress and make my way to Mingyu. “Hey!” “Oh, hey! I thought you ditched me.” “Yeah, im sorry something came up. I need to find my friend and head home.” “Oh, alright. Maybe I’ll see you around then, y/n.” “Bye Mingyu. It was nice meeting you.”

I made my way through the crowd looking for Sunoo, but I couldn’t seem to find him. So, I pulled out my phone and text Sunoo that I’m heading home. I told him that I was going to walk so he could drive the car. He has the keys anyway. I started walking down the sidewalk when someone yelled my name. “Y/N!” I turned around to see Jeonghan running towards me. “What are you doing?” “I’m going home.” “Let me drive you.” “Doesn’t Joshua need a way home?” “Nah, he left a while ago. He went home with some girl.” “Oh. Alright then.” As he’s driving, Jeonghan puts his hand on my exposed thigh. “Pull the car over.” “What? Why?” “Just do it, please.” Jeonghan pulls the car to the side of the road. “Push your seat all the way back.” He does as I say and he just looks at me. I take this moment to climb onto his lap. Jeonghan looks shocked but he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he placed his hands on my hips. “Kiss me.” “What?” “Are you really going to complain? You confessed to me 15 minutes ago and now you’re just going to turn down a chance to-” He interrupted me by kissing me harshly. I placed my hands on the hem of his shirt, tugging slightly, telling him to take it off, which he gladly does. I admired his abs as he started kissing down my neck. “Are you sure you want this?” He whispered. “I-I ahh... yes. Jeonghan, just fuck me.”

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“YOU DID WHAT LAST NIGHT?!” “Shhh lower your voice... Joshua might hear you.” As soon as i said that, Joshua and Jeonghan walk past my bedroom, the words i hear make my eyes go wide. “I can’t believe you lost your virignity last night.” Sunoo and I look at each other wide eyed. “y/n... you heard that too right?” All i can do is nod my head. I can’t believe I took Jeonghans virginity last night. He semed like he knew what he was doing, like he’d done it a million times. Apparently not. I feel like absolute shit right now.

“EVERYONE COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!!” Oh shoot. How am I supposed to look at Jeonghan after last night. Sunoo and I walk downstairs to the dinning room and to my luck, Josh and Jeonghan are already there. I keep my eyes trained on the floor as i take my seat accross from jeonghan. Sunoo sits next to me. “So, how was the party?” my mom asks. “It was good. I think Jeonghan had a good time for sure.” Says Josh. I look up at Jeonghan and he’s just looking at his plate. “Oh really? What happened last night, dear?” For the first time, Jeonghan speaks up. “I- uh I was hanging out with the girl i like.” “Oh! Isn’t that lovely. Ahh young love.” As my mom says that, I excuse myself from the table to go to the bathroom. When i get done in the bathroom i start walking back to my room when someone pins me to the wall.

“Jeonghan... what if we get caught...” “We won’t.” “How do you know?” “Sunoo left and your mom and brother are doing dishes.” “Ok... well, what do you want?” “You.” Jeonghan smashed his lips on mine. I returned the kiss adding my tongue in the mix. We fought for dominance a little before I pulled away, a thin line of our mixed saliva the only thing connecting us. “Jeonghan... listen-” “y/n, I’ll do anything just to keep you in my life. Even if it means lying to Joshua.” “I don’t want to lie to my brother...” “So, does that mean we’re done? Just like that?” “No, just give me time to think about this...” “Ok.” Jeonghan lets me go and heads down the hall to Joshua’s room. 

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A knock on my door the next morning woke me up. “y/n... can I come in?” “Sure... Josh.” He comes in and sits at the foot of my bed as i sit up rubbing my eyes. “Are you feeling ok? you haven’t come out of your room much... did something happen at the party?” “NO. No. I’m fine, I just needed to catch up on some sleep.” “Oh, alright. If you say so. There’s another party tonight. Jeonghan and I are going, i was going to ask if you and Sunoo would like to come-” “Yes! We’ll come.” “You sure?” “Yeah. But we’ll drive separately.” “Ok. Hopefully I’ll get to see you at this party.” “I’ll come look for you.” “Sounds good.” Joshua smiled and left my room, keeping the door cracked open. I immediately text Sunoo telling him to come over at 6. An hour before the party.

When Sunoo arrives, i bring him up to my room and ask him if the outfit on my bed is good. “Y/N!! This is hot!!” “I know, right!” “Why are you suddenly excited to dress so revealing?” “Well, maybe I’ll get lucky and see Mingyu again...” “The guy you ditched to have sex with Jeonghan?” “Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad.” I pout. “It is bad. Just stick to secret fucks with Jeonghan. He would treat you wayyyy better than MIngyu. He just wants to get his dick wet.” “And I just want to get dicked down. what’s the problem here?” Sunoo just keeps silent. I hear my brother and Jeonghan leave as I’m finishing my makeup. “Sunoo, can you get my mom’s car keys and start the car? I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to put my heels on.” “Alright, hurry up.” 

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Sunoo and I arrived to the party after about a 30-minute drive. When we got there, I saw my brother and Jeonghan walking up so I quickly got out of the car and ran up to my brother, hugging him. I felt Jeonghan’s eyes on me so i looked up and said “Hey Jeonghan!” I let go of my brother and hugged Jeonghan. I felt him tense up a little bit but he melted into the hug. Once Sunoo caught up to us, Sunoo and I went to the bar while my brother and Jeonghan went to the dance floor. “So, y/n, you really wanna see Mingyu again?” “Not really. I just said that in case my brother was listening. I wanna steal Jeonghan away and talk to him... maybe a little more...” “y/n you can’t get caught doing things with him.” “I won’t.” “If your so sure about it then i guess have fun.”

About 2 hours into the party, Sunoo followed a girl to the dance floor and i decided it was time to look for Jeoghan. I left the bar and made my way to the hallway. A little ways down i saw a figure that looked like Jeonghan... with a girl... I gasped and Jeonghan looked at me like a dear in headlights. He let go of the girl immediately and tried to come to me but i quickly ran the other way. I bumped into Joshua on my way to the door. “y/n? what’s wrong?” “I-I I need to leave.” “Do you need a ride home?” “I was going to look for Sunoo but i really don’t want to go back inside...” “You go wait on the porch; I’ll go find Sunoo.” I do as my brother says ad a few seconds later, Jeonghan comes up next to me. “y/n...” “Leave me alone, Jeonghan.” “Listen to me...” “No. Go away.” Jeonghan grabs my hands. I jerk my hands away, almost falling over but Jeonghan catches me. Sunoo runs up to us and shoves Jeonghan. “She said leave her alone.” Jeonghan looks at us in disbelief as I cling to Sunoo. Jeonghan shakes his head and heads back into the party. I start crying. “T-thank you Sunoo...” “Shhh. Let’s get you home.”

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I’m just relaxing in my room when someone knocks at the door. “Who is it?” I ask. “It’s Josh. Can I come in?” “Yeah.” Josh comes in and sits at the foot of my bed. “Are you ok? You haven’t come out of your room since that scene at the party...” “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Do you want to talk about what happened? You know I’m a good listener.” “Yeah, you are a good listener, but I’d rather not talk about what happened a few days ago.” “Alright. I was just checking. Jeonghan and I are going to laser tag tonight, would you and Sunoo wanna join us?" "Thanks for the offer... but I think I'll skip out this time." "Alright. Maybe next time then. I've got to go get ready, I love you, y/n." "Love you too joshy."

About 2 hours after my conversation with Josh, I hear Joshua and Jeonghan leave. I text Sunoo telling him to come over asap, to which Sunoo responds immediately. What felt like 5 seconds later, Sunoo was walking into my room. "That was quick." "Girl, you told me to get over here asap just for you to be laying in bed with makeup running down your face. It's 6pm what are you doing??" "I-" "Stop lurking around over Jeonghan. If he only used you to get rid of his virginity, he wouldn't have chased after you." “You’re right i guess.”

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Sunoo and I decided to go shopping, so he helped me get my ruined makeup off and i got dressed in a pair of jeans, a crop top, and my favorite pair of converse and we left to the mall. “y/n! This would look amazing on you!” “Sunoo this is the 6th time you help up that same exact dress! I said no.” “But its in a different color!” “So were the 5 before this one.” “You should try it on.” The dress was a really pretty pink. Maybe I should. “Alright... but if it looks bad, its going back on the rack.” “Yes ma’am.”

I tried on the dress and it looked amazing. It hugged my curves really well. I just don’t know what occasion i’d ever wear it for. I walked out of the dressing room, over to Sunoo. “How’s it look?” “OMG Y/N IT LOOKS AMAZING!! BUY IT, BUY IT, BUY ITTT!!!” “I like it, but where would i wear it?” “There’s a party tomorrow night...” “Sunoo...” I know you said you didn’t want to go to any more parties, but what if you just try to make Jeonghan jealous.” “That’s not a bad idea but what if in the process he just goes and fucks another girl?” “If he truly cares about you, he won’t” “What if he and Josh don’t even go to the party?” “They will. Its a party, why wouldn’t they?” “Well, what if-” “Quite with the what if’s and just buy the dress.” “Fine.”

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The party started about an hour ago and all Sunoo and I have done is drink and dance. Sunoo swears he won't leave me alone this time but I know the second s pretty girl comes around he'll be off with her. "Y/n, let's just forget about other people and enjoy ourselves. No girls, no guys, just two best friends having fun." "You know the second a pretty girl comes over here, you'll go dance with her." "No, I won't this time! I promise!" "Whatever Sunoo."

After about 2 hours at this party, Sunoo is wasted so I left him at the bar with a girl who's name I learned is winter. She seems trust worthy. I wanted to go find my brother and say hi to him.

As I'm making my way through the crowd, someone pulls me towards him. My back hits his chest and he whispers in my ear. "Are you trying to turn me on baby girl?" I recognize that voice. "J-jeonghan?" He just hums in response. "Jeonghan what if my brother sees this?" "Then he knows. Big whoop." "No, no, no." I turn around and grab his arm, pulling him towards a more secluded area. "Jeonghan... joshua can't find out about this." "Why not? Y/n just be my girlfriend already." "You were touching another girl!" "I was drunk. I thought she was you!" I fell silent. He definitely wasn't drunk right now...

"Ok." "Just... ok?" "Yeah." Jeonghan and I look at each other for a few moments before we get interrupted. "What he actual fuck is going on?!" We look towards the voice only to find a ver furious Joshua. "J-josh..." Joshua grabs Jeonghan and pulls him away from me. "Move y/n." "Josh... don't do anything stupid." He looks toward jeonghan and let's him go. "Y/n, go get Sunoo, we're taking him home and then we need to talk. Jeonghan, go get in the car."

We part ways and I go to find Sunoo. Once I've grabbed Sunoo, we get in my brother's car and he drops Sunoo off at his house. "Bu bye y/nnie!" "Bye Sunoo. Text me tomorrow."

Once we arrive back to my house, Josh tells me good night and says we'll talk in the morning. Then he and Jeonghan make their way to his room.

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The next morning, im just sitting in my room reading when Joshua knocks at my door. "Y/n, can we talk?" "Yeah..." He opens the door and sighs. He takes a seat next to me. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "I was scared of how you'd react." "If you had told me, I wouldn't have reacted lile that last night." "I kn-" "How long have you liked him?" Is voice was calm and almost... accepting? "Since I was 13..." "Really?" "Yeah." "He was the really hot guy you always talked about?" He laughs a little bit. "Yeah... I can't believe you never caught on!" After a while of just talking things out and having a good time, he finishes off the conversation by saying, "If you really like Jeonghan, I'm not going to keep you from him. I can tell he really likes you." I look up at him and break into the largest smile. "He's in the kitchen making breakfast. Why don't you go help him." I get up from my bed and run downstairs to the kitchen, wrapping my arms around Jeonghan. "Well, good morning to you too cutie." I just smile and breath in his scent.

After we've all had breakfast, Jeonghan and I walk to the park. As we're walking, Jeonghan stops and looks at me. "Y/n?" "Yeah?" "Will you be my girlfriend?" I smile and jump into his arms. "Absolutely!" We finish our walk through the park, hand in hand with smiles from ear to ear.

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Maybe if we had all been honest from the beginning, we wouldn't have gone through this Rollercoaster of a love story... but I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess all these years of thinking that a relationship with Jeonghan was forbidden were lies. Joshua is completely fine with it. Obviously he third wheels sometimes, but he let's us have our own time together. We couldn't be happier together. I've always loved romance movies... but living one is the best feeling known to man.

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This has literally been in my drafts for weeks. I couldn't find a good way to end the story. I really hope this turned out good and that you all like it! I had fun writing it!

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Since you seem to be litigating rpf right now and since you’ve been around awhile, I wanted to ask you about how it’s evolved, if you haven’t already talked about that? I’ve been in fandom for maybe 15ish years, and I remember reading a lot of rpf back then (when rps seemed like more common terminology), and I feel like there were more defined lines between fans and the real people they wrote about. A lot of “if you got here by googling yourself, go back” disclaimers vs the current culture where some fans seem to show the people or ask them about fic and art and other fan works. It’s like there was a culture of secrecy before where there was less of a desire for the fanworks to ever reach their subjects, rpf or otherwise. I think most rpf writers/creators still feel that way, but I see so many awkward interview panels where actors/etc are being asked about fanfic. Is this in my head, or is the shift real?

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Heh. Well, I was never a fan of any boy bands or the like until bitten by the BTS bug. I didn't even know who BSB and NSYNC were at the height of their popularity. So I did not always have a front-row seat to RPF evolution, but as far as I know, it went something like this in English-speaking spaces:

Prehistory: 1960s magazines were full of "Your night on a date with [member of the Monkees]" type stories. Music RPF was floating around in various forms for a long, long time, though the m/m band member/band member stuff tended to be extremely locked down, often with the names replaced.

From Eroica with Love shows how horny everybody was for Led Zeppelin back then. I can only presume there were doujinshi of the members in Japanese, but I'm not really familiar with what was going on over there.

Idols & Visual Kei: English-speaking fandom of Asian groups was into RPF by the early 00s and perhaps before. I was tangentially aware of this stuff from being in anime fandom but wasn't interested because I wasn't into most of the music itself. (Also, this was the era of limewire computer viruses or paying like $60 to get a Japanese album legally in the US.)

Johnny's Entertainment fandom is what I associate with this, circa 2001. On the visual kei side, people were shipping Malice Mizer around then.

Godawful 2003 vampire movie Moon Child, starring Gackt (of Malice Mizer and solo fame) and Hyde of L'Arc~en~Ciel (yes, with a fucking tilde) did make people ship their characters but certainly did not dissuade people from shipping the guys themselves.

Popslash - Ye olde slash fandom converts: On the very, very Western side of things, all of the oldschool slashers started catching the RPF bug for "popslash" in the late 90s/early 00s. Prior to this, RPF was a HARD NO for much of this crowd and continued to be seen as a dirty secret. This umbrella term was intended for specifically BSB, NSYNC, and a few other pop stars, not just fic of any pop act. I don't know if people were calling it "RPS". I think they were just calling it "popslash", but I wasn't on the mailing lists and things. This was a pre-LJ era with that older infrastructure.

LOTR - Ye olde slash fandom converts again: Those that didn't get sucked in by popslash fell to LotRiPS when the Lord of the Rings movies came out in the early 00s. RPS was still seen as a shocking dirty secret before the advent of this fandom. Afterwards... people still hated it, but they'd realized there was no way to fully keep it out of their spaces. This also coincided with the move from the bajillions of LOTR (non RPF) archives with picky rules and mailing lists ruled with an iron fist to LJ with people's personal blogs full of their ungovernable wrong opinions and terrible taste in fandoms on display for all the world to see.

There was so much structured behind the scenes material for the LOTR movies that it formed a kind of canon of its own along with the press tours, and the actors were cuddly with each other. I don't think this is easy to understand now. Even the Hobbit movies didn't have this vibe, and there's so much more behind the scenes info and so many more youtube clips for everything now that the effect is much diminished. At the time, LOTR felt like a new era in sff franchise media.

There was tons of any two gu... um... somewhat generic hot porn, so even if you didn't care much for RPF, it became an attractive fandom. At this point, people were calling it "RPS", not "RPF", despite there being some femslash and het in the same spaces as all the Viggo/Orlando. The domlijah tinhats were notorious and did go bother the actors, I think?

The height of this fandom coincided with the height of cringey photomanips and "Why are their necks broken?" art with actors' faces on it. Fanartist The Theban Band was well known, though more for FPF than RPF. It's just that when you use the actual actors' faces, things tend to get conflated. Now, whether people started bothering most of the actors at the time in the early 00s, I don't know. Fanlore suggests that misuse of The Theban Band's art was already well underway in 2004. It's also often this stuff that Graham Norton bothers actors with years later.

It's not so much that fandom or RPF fandom changed at this point as that new people were into RPF who hadn't been before and much more importantly, the internet was changing. The level of access to actors and the level of awareness of online fandoms was changing radically around here. It changed again with Twitter and so forth, but this was still a major point in internet history.

Rockfic: "Rockfic" as seen on the Rockfic archive got started at some point. They meant Metallica, Bon Jovi, etc. I mostly know about them because there was beef between them and some of the popslash and bandom people around the time OTW was starting. (Popslash and bandom but not rockfic communities being well represented among OTW founders.)

Bandom: "Bandom" is another umbrella term with a general sound but a specific meaning. It was used for Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, and associated bands. This RPF fandom got big on LJ at the height of LJ fandom. It sucked in plenty of Western fandoms types who hadn't been into RPF before.

At the time, some of these bands and their associates weren't that famous, and they had personal Livejournals. It was not unusual for people peripherally involved with the actual people to be in the same spaces as the RPF. This was very much not appreciated by a lot of the fic authors. Band reactions seem to have varied between "yuck" and "Why doesn't anyone ship MEEEE? Don't you think I'M hot???" and other jokey lack of boundaries stuff.

A lot of the "Go away, X" disclaimers that sound like jokes are from this era and are due to some of these people actively going looking for the lulz.

Hockey - The final nail in the coffin for ye olde slash fandom: If the Popslash and LotRiPS waves didn't get people, Hockey did. After SGA, all the big slash writers that people follow from fandom to fandom seemed to be going to Hockey RPF.

Asianfanfics.com: Meanwhile, on the Asian media side of things, sites like Asianfanfics have been going strong for ages and are full of kpop rpf and the like.

Wattpad: Wattpad was the home of not only the Larries but of soooo much more Mary Sue/1D guy, and now Mary Sue/Jungkook.

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How the boundaries are really depends on the era and the fandom.

The Rockfic archive used to make you pay a buck to sign up or something. It was extremely locked down, from what I remember, as you'd expect from a very old community writing m/m about macho bands.

The hockey people don't tend to be all up in players' faces because the players were mega, mega, mega famous long before the RPF fandom got big and because half the fandom doesn't even like sports: they're just there for the m/m AUs.

The Wattpad fandoms are a toxic hive of no boundaries and 13-year-olds posting their porn and too much personal info, but with fandoms as big as 1D or BTS, you can figure that plenty of individual people behave themselves.

Asking actors about fic in panels has become more common over the years, I think, though people have also learned to head it off better. I wouldn't say this is a RPF-specific phenomenon though.

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

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