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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | part 44

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 13.7K (comeback soon!!! so here's my gift)

warnings: cursing, angst, sexual frustration, making out, dirty talk, grinding, unprotected sex, lots of cockwarming !!, hyunjin in sweatpants, hyunjin in the outfit from his psycho cover (rip)

a/n: ahh! here it is, im so excited to put this out and i really hope you all love it, pleae put on the playlist in my masterlist and get comfy! special thanks to @ortali for making these beautiful gifs for this chapter and upon my request! <3

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Hyunjin was late to the party. Maybe it had been a bad idea waiting for Seungmin to finish up his work, because Seungmin was a perfectionist. He did everything to the T, and never lacked in any bit, which meant he wouldn’t get out of the house until he finished everything.

He was supposed to go to the party with Felix, and Minho, who had left already, but he knew that if they left Seungmin at the apartment alone, he’d never show up. Minho wanted to see Yeji, and Felix was dying to hear the new tracks, apparently 3Racha was his favorite new music group, ever since he’d heard about it a few weeks ago.

So that’s how Hyunjin found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the top of his knees, patiently waiting for Seungmin to be done. He was typing away on his laptop, aware of the blonde boy behind him, trying to finish as soon as possible.

“You know, you didn’t have to stay” Seungmin spoke up.

“Am I distracting you?” Hyunjin asked “Because if so, I can go wait in the hall till you’re done”

Seungmin laughed, turning to look at him “I’m used to you being here, Hyunjin”

“I know, but…I know how important this paper is for you, you’ve been working on it the past month and I don’t wanna be a dick just because we have to go to a party” Hyunjin sighed.

“Well, it’s not just a party” Seungmin said.

“It’s not?”

“Y/N is gonna be there”

“Right” Hyunjin replied, fiddling with his hair tie.

“You mean would I go to Han Jisung’s music launch party if Y/N hadn’t invited me?”

“Yes”

“Han Jisung hates me, so maybe not” Hyunjin laughed.

“Why do you think that?”

“You know why”

“Not everybody hates you, Hyunjin” Seungmin let out a laugh.

“Hmm” He hummed, looking down at the hair tie between his hands. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, watching the latest picture that Y/N just posted.

“han jisung deserves the world” the caption read, and it would have warmed his heart to see it any day if it wasn’t for the picture she had attached.

It was her, at the party, sat on a seat, looking absolutely out of this world. She had her hair tied up, a simple black top hugging her perfectly, and her legs crossed as she looked at something in the distant. She looked so unfairly good, and he wished nothing more than to kiss her right now.

“Fuck” He mumbled, staring at her.

“You okay?” Seungmin asked.

The older boy snapped his head up, nodding “Yup, it’s fine”

“Did she just text you?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes “I have other things in my life, you know?”

“Yeah, do you?” Seungmin smiled, going back to his laptop to type away the final parts of the conclusion.

“Are you almost done, Minnie?” Hyunjin asked, wanting to give him his time but also feeling extremely restless, especially after seeing that picture.

“I am, don’t worry” He said “Thank you again, Jinnie”

“You don’t need to thank me” He replied instantly.

“No, not for waiting but for helping me with this study. I couldn’t have found any other student with enough time to be a psychological experiment” He said, saving his document, after a final read through before he closed it.

“It was my pleasure to be part of your study, Min” Hyunjin replied, getting up to stretch his limbs as Seungmin also stood up.

The younger boy turned to face him, giving him a once over “You look good, she’ll go crazy”

Hyunjin laughed “I hope so”

»»————

They reached the apartment that Han was hosting in, apparently it was Chan’s place. Hyunjin had never met his partners, Chan and Changbin, but from their songs he’d heard Y/N play once, he knew they were talented. They could hear the music booming from inside and he was surprised no neighbors had filed a noise complaint yet. Seungmin reached forward, ringing the doorbell once as Hyunjin bounced on the balls of his feet.

“So you come here for the occasion or just for her?” Seungmin asked, as they waited for somebody to open.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes “Why can’t it be both?”

The door yanked open, Jisung stood there, a smile on his face when he spotted Seungmin, and Hyunjin expected his smile to fall upon seeing him but Jisung’s smile widened instead.

Didn’t he hate him?

Jisung reached forward, pulling Hyunjin into a hug, and he stumbled forward, hugging the shorter boy.

“Whoa” He mumbled.

“You’re finally here, you have no idea how many times she’s whined to me about you not showing up” Jisung said, releasing his hold on the boy.

“Oh?” Hyunjin asked, surprised at the prospect of Y/N being impatient for him, perhaps just as impatient he was.

“Nice to see you too, Seungmin” He said, and Seungmin smiled.

“Congratulations on your track, Han. That’s amazing. Sorry we’re late”

“No worries, just come on in, get yourself something to drink!” He said, stepping aside and the boys entered inside. It was loud, it was dark, temporary neon lights flashing over the room. The house was stuffed with people, but not too much that it was hard to breathe, he could spot everyone from school there and a few people he didn’t know.

Hyunjin’s eyes flitted across the room, looking for you.

“Hyunjin!” A voice cried out and he turned to see Felix barrel towards him “You’re finally here, I thought you guys weren’t going to show up”

“Yess we’re here” Seungmin said.

“Come on, try the punch. It’s so good” Felix said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. Hyunjin let himself be dragged through the room, his eyes everywhere trying to find you, but still following Felix.

The kitchen was less crowded, and he could see three bowls of red liquid, as well as some food that was laid out. Felix immediately grabbed a cup, pouring in the liquid as it sloshed everywhere.

“Are you already drunk, Lix?” Hyunjin asked, eyeing the boy’s movements.

“Of course I am, you only showed up two hours late” Felix sighed, handing him the cup and immediately filling another.

“Who’s that for?” He asked.

“For you, to catch up fast” Felix stated, as if it was obvious, pushing the cup forward into Hyunjin’s other hand.

“Lix…I’m not getting drunk”

“Why? Worried you’ll kiss her in front of Yeji?” Felix asked and Hyunjin groaned, his eyes darting across the kitchen to see if anybody heard, but only a few people he didn’t know were here.

“Yeah, actually” He replied, not seeing the reason to lie to his best friend. Even if sometimes it felt like they were all against his thing with Y/N, Felix was his best friend first and Hyunjin knew he could trust them.

“Don’t worry, Yeji is already far too gone to notice anything unusual, she’s all over Minho” Felix explained as Hyunjin sipped his drink, feeling the liquid burn his throat.

“I think she would notice if I kissed her best friend”

“I mean, does it even matter that much? It’s not like you two are secretly dating or anything, you’re just fucking, you’re both hot, and in college, it’s not a big deal”

“It is to her”

“To Yeji?”

“To Y/N. I mean, the bit about her friend not knowing” Hyunjin sighed.

“And why is that you think, Jinnie?” Felix asked, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t know, but I respect her decisions. It’s their friendship, she’s free to choose whatever she wants to do or tell” Hyunjin replied, taking another big gulp of his drink, finishing the first cup. He crushed it, placing it on the counter.

Felix laughed “I don’t think I’ll ever understand the two of you”

“Why not? You said yourself it’s not a big deal”

“Yeah” Felix laughed “You’re right, Hyunjin. I don’t need to understand, as long as you’re happy”

“Hmm” Hyunjin said, tracing the ridge of his cup with his finger “I am”

“Come on, let’s go meet the others” Felix said, jumping and dragging Hyunjin back to the hall by his arm.

“You look hot today, by the way” Felix muttered, in his ear.

Hyunjin faked a gasp “I don’t everyday?”

Felix laughed “Don’t push it, Jinnie but I know she’s gonna lose it when she sees you”

Hyunjin was going to ask where Y/N even was, before somebody bumped into him, knocking the breath out of him. The drink spilt onto the floor and into Felix’s sneakers. Felix let out a groan, bending down to wipe it off.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” The person said, and Hyunjin turned to see who it was.

Of course, it was none other than Park Seonghwa. Did that mean Wooyoung was here too? Why was Seonghwa here if he didn’t even know Han?

Hyunjin tried not to get irritated but before he could say something, Seonghwa smiled brightly.

“Oh, hi Hyunjin” He said softly.

“Um, hi” Hyunjin had never talked to him before, why was he saying hi?

“You’re here” Seonghwa said.

“Yup”

“Y/N was looking for you” Seonghwa said.

“She was?” Hyunjin asked automatically, even though he already had heard that.

“Yup, she’s with Chan and the boys” Seonghwa said.

“How do you know them?” Hyunjin asked, before he could stop himself. Seonghwa didn’t seem offended at his intrusion, but he said “I’m in the same class as Chan”

“Ohh” Hyunjin said dumbly. Of course, this wasn’t just Han’s party, it was his whole team celebrating.

“Well, I’ll see you later man” Seonghwa said, and then turned his attention to the boy behind him “I’m so sorry, Yongbok”

“Ah, it’s chill. It’s a house party, it’s bound to happen” Felix replied, wiping the red liquid off his shoe. Hyunjin turned his attention to the rest of the people, where was she? Park Seonghwa said she was with Chan and the boys, but where were they?

There were people dancing around him, and he even saw a couple making out, in the middle of the floor and he went past them, looking around. The music playing was loud, but it didn’t bother him too much, it was pleasant and it was no wonder their tracks got released, it sounded really good, even if it wasn’t his personal preference.

He didn’t know where Felix had gone, or Seungmin. He looked around the room, the buzz from his first drink still hadn’t hit him. Maybe he could grab something to eat. He walked over to the table, grabbing a sausage, wrapped in dough. He loved these, he hadn’t had them in a year or so, and he popped one in his mouth.

His eyes drifted past the people to the artwork hung on the walls. It was photorealistic, they looked like actual pictures. He could recognize the Sydney Skyline, and a few portraits scattered across the walls. There wasn’t a pattern or connection, it seemed like Chan had just decorated with whatever he’d found.

Despite that, Hyunjin loved it.

It was beautiful.

College students rarely ever put up any art, his own dorm walls were bare, and it was a nice change. He would definitely ask Chan about this, if he ever found him that is.

“Oh my god! Hwang Hyunjin!” Somebody yelled and he turned around instantly, but it was just Yeji. She ran over to him, almost tripping into his arms. He instantly reached out to catch her, gripping onto her arms tightly.

“Hey, Yeji” He said, letting out a laugh at her excitement.

“I didn’t know you’re coming!” She yelled. Yeji looked cute today, she did every day, but right now she was in a short jumpsuit, her hair pulled up in two space buns.

“Yes, I was just waiting for Seungmin to finish his assignment” Hyunjin replied.

“Aww!” Yeji cried, putting her hands over her heart “That is so sweet, Hyunjin”

He smiled “I mean-”

“And you look so good today!” She said, reaching up to touch his swept back hair “What the fuck?”

Hyunjin chuckled “Thank you Yeji, you’re too kind”

“I’m not kind, you’re just hot as fuck” She sighed.

“Um…where’s Minho?” He asked, looking around.

“Minho is getting me a drink” She said, a dopey smile on her face.

“What’s going on between you two?” Hyunjin couldn’t resist asking.

Yeji’s face scrunched up in thought “We’re hanging out together”

“You like him?” Hyunjin asked.

“I mean, who wouldn’t?” She laughed “Have you seen him? He’s so amazing…”

She got a faraway look in her eyes and he realized she definitely had feelings for Minho, even if she wouldn’t admit them anytime soon.

“Oh my god! Jeongin, get off the couch, Jisung will kill you!” Yeji screamed, distracted again and she ran off. Hyunjin sighed, watching her run away. He had possibly met everybody at this party but you. Where had Jisung run off to after greeting him? He couldn’t see Seungmin or Felix anywhere. Maybe he could get another drink to pass the time, and perhaps then he would himself feel as chaotic and haphazard as the people and events happening around him. He moved through the crowd, bumping shoulders, catching a girl’s eye who he recognized from her literature class, who winked at him.

Ugh, where was Y/N?

Thankfully, the kitchen was still mostly empty and Hyunjin realized Chan had a really nice house. He would like to meet Chan, if he ever found him before the party ended. He picked up the ladle, dipping it into the bowl of punch before refilling his cup.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the same girl from before, who had just winked at him.

“Hi, Hyunjin” She smiled, her flirting tone evident.

He didn’t want to be rude, especially since it looked like she was just tipsy so he shot her a smile “Hey”

“You look…really nice” She said, and he felt her eyes over his figure. Her eyes didn’t move away from him, even after she’d given him a once over. He loved attention, but for some reason he didn’t like this.

“Thank you” He said, focusing on the solo cup in his hands as he finished filling it up.

“Can you get me a drink too?” She asked “I’m Lia, by the way”

She reached her hand forward to shake it and Hyunjin glanced down at it, the bracelets clinking “Seonghwa’s ex Lia?”

“What?”

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he remembered you telling him about her.

“Um, sorry. I must have you confused for someone else” He said apologetically.

“How do you know he’s my ex?” She asked, blinking up at him, but she didn’t seem upset in the slightest. Maybe they’d had an amicable and mutual breakup.

“Um, one of my friends told me” He responded, not wanting to throw Y/N under the bus for this random girl he’d never met before.

“Oh” She hummed “Why did you ask though? Are you…interested?”

She was twirling a strand of her hair and he sighed. Had he given the indication that he was interested? For some reason, Lia reminded him a lot of Chaeyoung.

“Um…” He thought carefully about what to say because he didn’t want to make her upset or something “Sorry, but I’m already here with someone”

“Who?” She asked, her eyes widening. Was it that surprising that he wasn’t single? I mean, he was, but she didn’t have to know that.

“I don’t think you know her” He said, his grip on his cup tightening, wondering how to get out of this random ass conversation.

“Maybe you can describe her to me” She said.

Why did she care so much?

“Why?” He asked.

“Well, I’d just like to know who this girl is, you’re the hottest guy at this party and she’s got you. I’m curious, Hyunjin” She said, and despite her words leaned forward, inching closer to him.

“I doubt you know her, but um, she’s a dance major. She’s…” Hyunjin blanked, wondering how the hell he would describe you to her “She’s…beautiful”

“Obviously” Lia replied, rolling her eyes “Let me guess”

“Yeah?” Hyunjin swallowed, not looking forward to whatever she might say about you.

“It’s the girl who’s best friends with Han Jisung right? The one in that tight ass black outfit?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback at the fact that she guessed who.

“How do you know that?” He asked, tilting his head at her, actually curious now.

“Ugh” She groaned “She’s been running around the past two hours looking for you”

“She’s what?”

“She asked me three times if I’ve ever seen you” She laughed “I guess she’s just as whipped for you as you as for her”

She must have noticed the drop in his expression because she smiled, adding “Or just as horny”

“Um…yeah I suppose that is her” He responded “Have you seen her around?”

“No” She said “Like I said, she was running around everywhere”

“Right…was she…drunk?”

He didn’t know why he was asking a random girl about you but well.

“She was fine” Lia said, sighing and moving further back “And you’re clearly not interested in anybody but her”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he hummed, taking in a sip of his freshly filled cup, feeling the liquor down his throat.

“Hyunjin?” He heard, spinning around to see Jisung and he instantly relaxed. Thank god.

“Hey, Han”

“Why are you in here?” His eyes darted from him to Lia, who looked pissed.

“I just came for a refill” He responded, lifting his cup up. He had only been at this party for an hour and he was already exhausted. Where were you?

“Y/N is over there” Jisung said, answering his thoughts and Hyunjin almost turned red at the boy knowing what he was looking for. Was he that obvious?

“Thanks, Han” Hyunjin smiled, following him out, sending a polite wave to Lia as he left. He turned to the direction that Jisung had pointed and he spotted Minho, Yeji draped over him, very drunk already, two people that he guessed were Chan and Changbin, and you.

Finally.

Your eyes locked with him and Hyunjin felt like his heart stopped.

You looked so good. He’d already known what you looked like based on your post an hour ago, but seeing you in person was still different. Your face burst into a smile when you saw Hyunjin, waving him over.

You saw Hyunjin head towards you, Jisung by his side, and you were so glad you finally found him. You didn’t know if he was even going to show up tonight, but here he was, walking towards you.

Hyunjin looked like a dream.

His blond hair was swept back, and he was in all black. A button up shirt tucked into his pants, and a belt around his belt, cinching his waist. The closer he stepped, the more dizzy you felt from just how good he looked. He had a silver harness wrapped around his thigh, and you couldn’t help but look him over head to toe.

“Y/N” He mumbled, and you reached your hand out as he grabbed it.

“I was looking for you” He said, his thumb running over your knuckles.

“So was I”

He smiled “So I’ve heard”

“From?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“From everybody at this party, including Park Seongwha’s ex” He said.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“I’m flattered to know you asked every human at this party about me, but why Lia?”

You laughed “I was drunk, I don’t know why”

“You were drunk? So you’re not anymore?”

“Well, you do know it’s been three hours since the party started right? And I’m no Yeji” You replied.

Hyunjin leaned in closer, uncaring all of the eyes on him “You look so - ”

“Hey, hey, hey. Did you only come to this party to talk to her?” Someone asked and Hyunjin’s attention turned to what he could safely presume was Chan.

“You must be Hyunjin” He said, reaching his hand forward. Hyunjin dejectedly left his hold on your hand to grab Chan’s.

“You must be the genius, Bang Chan?” Hyunjin asked.

Chan raised his eyebrows, a smile spreading across his features “I hope you don’t mean that sarcastically”

“No, of course not” Hyunjin replied “Your music is really great, congratulations man”

Chan smiled further, turning to look at you “You never told me he’s so sweet”

You laughed, rolling your eyes “Because he’s not. He’s an asshole”

“Are you just saying that cause he was late and you missed him so so much?” Jisung butted in.

“Shut up” You said, punching his arm. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to Minho and Yeji, who were far too consumed within each other to have heard this conversation. He was glad they didn’t. None of the boys were making an attempt to hide it.

“Why are you not drunk yet?” Another voice added, and Hyunjin turned to see who he think was Changbin. Changbin was loud.

“I had a few glasses already” Hyunjin replied “I’m not looking to get drunk”

“Why not?” Chan asked “Where’s the fun in it?”

Hyunjin laughed “I don’t wanna end up doing anything stupid”

“Well, it’s too late for that. You’ve already kissed my best friend more than once” Jisung said and you gasped, hitting him again.

“Shut up Han” You groaned.

Hyunjin looked towards Yeji. She was still talking to Minho, laughing loudly, unaware.

“Are you guys dating?” Changbin asked.

“No” Chan answered instead of you “They’re just-”

“Why is it everybody’s business?” You whined loudly, and Hyunjin thought it was cute. You looked so good. Your hair was up in a cute ponytail, and your black top fit you perfectly. Your hand were buried inside the sleeves, fingers peeking out slightly to clutch the red cup in your hands. There was a dip in your neckline, your shoulders bare and his daisy necklace fit between your cleavage.

“Well, sorry” Changbin said “I was just wondering”

“It’s not fine, Bin” You said, and he laughed at your attitude.

“You’re right, she’s a brat” Changbin said to Jisung. Hyunjin’s eyes widened. Only he was allowed to say that about you.

“I’m not a brat, shut the fuck up!” You cried, groaning.

“She says as she throws a tantrum” Chan said.

“You guys are all ganged up on me, this isn’t fair. I want Yeji” You said, narrowing your eyes at them.

“Yeji’s in too deep with Minho to even notice you” Jisung said “Sadly”

“Yeji!” You yelled, running over to her through the gap between Jisung and Chan. All the boys eyes turned to Hyunjin as you left the discussion. He felt conscious.

“Um, so, this is a great party” He said and then turned to Chan “I really love your place”

“You do?”

“It’s so well done”

“Thank you!” Chan smiled “I think you’re the first person to tell me that”

“Well, it deserves a compliment. I love the décor and the artwork” Hyunjin smiled at him.

“What?” Jisung asked “I didn’t even notice there was any artwork here”

“You’re a dumbass, Han” Changbin said.

“Oh, so now you’re going to tease me instead cause Y/N left the conversation?” Han said.

Hyunjin’s eyes fell on you, you were standing between Minho and Yeji, laughing about something. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

“You’re just jealous that Hyunjin has eyes unlike you” Chan replied.

“Yeah sure” Han chuckled “Maybe it’s cause your annoying presence never let me appreciate your place”

“No, you just can’t appreciate art unlike the smarter ones here” Chan said.

“Who can’t appreciate art?” Your voice loudly cut in, and Hyunjin hadn’t even realized you’d stepped away from Minho and Yeji back into the conversation. He felt like his brain was working on overdrive, trying to register all the conversations, sounds and people around him. So much was going on, and the alcohol was also beginning to hit him. His head was spinning, just slightly.

“Han Jisung can’t” Chan said.

“Then who are the smarter ones?” You asked, puzzled.

“Hyunjin is” Chan said.

“Hyunjin?” Your eyes fell back on the boy. He looked so beautiful. No matter how many times you looked at him, you couldn’t get enough. Your gaze fell on the silver pendant on his chest, glinting off the light, everything about him was pretty.

“Yes, Hyunjin said he loves my place” Chan said proudly “Although it’s going to look like absolute shit in the morning”

“We’ll help you clean up” Han said, already knowing it would take hours.

“Hyunjin likes art?” You asked, confused. You never knew that about him.

“Yeah, I do” Hyunjin said, his voice soft, amongst the booming sounds.

“Oh” You said, your eyes locked onto his.

You wanted to kiss him really badly.

Yeji was still laughing as her and Minho took really silly pictures on his phone. You turned back to the conversation, the boys were joking around again.

This was the moment.

You sidestepped them, coming to Hyunjin’s side.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded “Of course, here?”

“No, I know a place. Follow me” You said, stepping away, wanting him to follow.

You led your way through the crowd, but not before you felt his fingers on your wrist. You looked back at him questionably.

“I just spent an entire hour looking for you, I’m not losing you in the crowd again” Hyunjin replied, his grip on your waist sending tingles down your body.

You laughed “You’re not gonna lose me, Hyunjin”

“Yeah” He mumbled “I better not, I don’t think I can tolerate talking to Seonghwa or Lia or a very drunk Yeji again right now”

“Hey, don’t say that about her. She’s my best friend” You said, walking towards the balcony.

The balcony. Your favorite part of Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin followed you, his hand on yours, as you slipped open the door, stepping out.

The space was small, dimly lit, with faux grass, and you could still smell residual cigarettes but it was so nice.

“This is nice, I thought you were going to push me into a closet again” Hyunjin spoke, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

“I never did that, you’re the one that pulled me in last time” You said, and turned to look at him. Hyunjin had red eyeshadow swept across his eyelids, just slightly, making him look even more ethereal. You hadn’t noticed it inside, due to all the flashing lights and you stared up at him in awe. The color brought his eyes out in the best way possible, which were currently fixed on yours, making your stomach swoop.

“You did your makeup?”

He let out a laugh “I got bored”

“Bored?”

“While I was waiting for Seungmin to finish”

“Oh” You said “I’ve only seen you with makeup for dance shows”

He nodded, brushing a hand through his hair “I don’t see the point of doing it otherwise, and I don’t have the time”

“You look so…good” You breathed “It’s really unfair”

“What is?”

“That you look better with makeup on, than me. I bet you’d make a really pretty girl, you already have the long hair for it” You reached your hand up to his blond strands, running your fingers through it.

He let out a giggle, the sound pulling at your heart “Even if I was a girl, you’d still be prettier than me Y/N”

“No” You shook your head, a wide grin on your face “I missed you”

“I’m right here” He breathed, gripping your arm.

“But you’re late” You complained, pouting.

“And I’m sorry about that, but if it makes you feel any better, I only came for you” His hand moved from your arm, sliding around your waist. You could feel his touch all the way down to your toes, and you leaned into him.

“I’m glad you came for me” You smiled, and he brought his other hand up, you thought he was going to pull you in for a kiss, but instead his hand lingered by your ear. He tucked a stray strand behind your ear, fingers grazing the side of your face.

“Thank you Hyunjin” You said, your eyes darting to his lips for a second.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For rescuing me that day, at the café…from Yunho. I never thanked you for that” You bit your lip.

“I don’t think you needed any rescuing” He laughed “You were glaring daggers at him on all your own, I’m sure you would have been fine”

“Maybe, but you being there made it so much easier” You sighed, still remembering the way you had instantly relaxed when Hyunjin had stepped into the café, making a beeline for your table before Yunho could say a word. You hadn’t expected him to come, since he was supposed to meet Chaeyoung for ramen, but here he was, holding your hand across the table, launching into conversation as if you were always supposed to meet him there.

“What about your plans?” You had asked.

He’d raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair “What plans?”

He didn’t have to do that, you hadn’t even asked him to show up, but he did, and it warmed your heart in a way that he never used to.

“Well, don’t worry about it, Y/N” Hyunjin spoke, pulling you back into the present “I’ll be there if you need me”

“Really?” You asked “Even if it’s something stupid like that?”

“That wasn’t stupid” His fingers curled around the fabric of your top.

“So…I can also call you if the pipe in my apartment bursts?” You asked.

He laughed, loudly “That’s so random, but yes if you want to”

“I can call you if I’m absolutely craving a chocolate tart at that moment?”

“If you’d like that, yes”

“I can call you if I’m-” He stopped you midway, tightening his hold on you.

“You can, Y/N” He laughed.

“Why are you being so nice?” You frowned.

“I’m always nice”

“Not to me”

“Well…” He trailed off, fingers now slipping underneath your black top, as they grazed your skin “I’m in a good mood”

You laughed at the look on his face “I am too”

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” His voice dropped.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because anybody could see us” He sighed.

“That’s okay” You mumbled.

“You’re clearly still drunk” He laughed.

“And you’re not drunk enough” You rolled your eyes, moving closer to him “Don’t you wanna kiss me?”

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” He said, turning so you were now pressed up against the railing by him. The railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care because Hyunjin was pressed into your front.

Every bit of you that touched him felt like it was on fire.

“You never told me you liked art” You blinked up at him.

He raised his eyebrows at the random question, he was about to kiss you, and you were asking him about this?

“You never asked” He shrugged.

“That’s such a specific thing to ask” You narrowed your eyes at him “Like oh, Hyunjin do you like biking, or do you like video games? Am I supposed to ask for everything that exists?”

“Yeah, maybe you should” He said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“You’re so annoying. How did I not know you like that?”

“You’re saying that as if I was your best friend and kept that a secret from you for ten years”

“Well…” You trailed off “That’s something I would have wanted to know”

“Would you have hated me less throughout high school if you knew that?” He raised his eyebrows.

You hummed “Hmm, I still hate you”

He burst into a laugh, his eyes crinkling into little crescents and you couldn’t help but realize again, that it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Hyunjin laughing.

The sound was music to your ears, travelling through your entire body, warming your heart, and insides, despite the chilly wind.

You wanted to make him laugh more.

“You hate me, huh?” He asked, leaning in, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Yup” You nodded.

“Then you’d hate it if I kissed you right now?” He asked, his voice a whisper, darting his tongue out to wet his lips.

“I would” You mumbled, your eyes darting to his plush lips, as he bit down on them. You were sharing the same breath, as he bent down, his face inches from yours, so close, you could feel the tickle of his hair on your cheek.

His eyes were on yours, as your gaze flitted to his lips, wanting to feel them on you as soon as possible.

“Then…” He let out a sigh, and you could feel his breath, sending shivers across your being.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t do it” He said, instantly moving back and your eyes widened at the sudden gap between the two of you.

“Why not?” You asked, your voice coming out as a whine now.

“I wouldn’t want to upset you” He said, the teasing look back on his face.

“You’re such a dick” You said, bringing your hands to his chest to push him. He chuckled, grabbing your wrists in his hands, your hands still flat on his chest.

“I’m just giving you what you want, Y/N”

“You have no idea what I want, Hyunjin”

“Okay, Y/N” He said “What do you want?”

He was ready to hear everything you had to say, probably along the lines of wanting him to kiss you, or to fuck you senseless, or for you to be on top this time.

“I want you to show me your favorite artist in the world”

He didn’t expect that.

“What?” He asked, his grip on your wrists loosening.

“I want to know what you like, what you don’t and what your favorite work of art is. You can start from Chan’s living room”

He blinked. He didn’t know why it was hard for him to believe that you actually meant what you were saying. You were drunk, and horny, why did you care about something like that, at this moment? You two were by yourself, on the balcony, away from the prying eyes and from your friends and you wanted to know about his interests?

That didn’t sound right. Maybe you were drunker than he thought.

“Why?” He breathed.

“Why not?” You said, without missing a beat.

He could see the reflection of the lights in your eyes as you glanced up at him, and he couldn’t help but think that they looked like little stars. Your lower lip was tucked between your teeth, your eyes blown wide, the stray hair that he’d tucked was just as stubborn as you and was coming in your eyes again, but you didn’t seem to care. He could see your chest move, as you breathed in, and then out, your collarbones out, for him to admire, and to kiss.

He was still pressed up against you, and he could feel every bit of your body that was touching his, down to your feet.

He let out a chuckle “I’m standing here, ready to fuck you senseless and you’re asking me that? You’re…you’re incorrigible Y/N”

You gasped “You learnt the morning of the word!”

“Yes I did, and you’re it” He said, his hand coming up to trace your jaw “I don’t understand you”

“Hmm…wait, what was that you said about fucking me senseless?” You tilted your head at him.

His mouth curved into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, your foreheads touching “I don’t think you’re ready for that”

“Stop teasing me, Hwang” You whined, reaching up on your toes to press your lips on his.

Hyunjin kissed you back immediately, as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life, and a part of him feels like maybe he was. He could never get used to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as he pinned you against the railing. Hyunjin’s hand grazed the side of your face, cupping your jaw as his tongue slid into your mouth, your teeth clashing together. He tugged you forward, your hips meeting. You could feel his entire body pressed against your own, and it felt like everything you’d been missing this whole time.

Hyunjin bit your lip, making you let out a little moan and he tilted your head at the sound, to start kissing at your neck. You closed your eyes as he nipped at it, biting down just slightly, making you jump.

“Hyunjinn…” You shifted in his arms.

“You’re so incredible” He sighed, moving back to look at you.

“I am?”

“Everything about you” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your top, fingers dancing across your bare skin. You looked up at him, a soft look in his eyes despite what you two were doing. His lips were bruised and swollen, wet, and he bit his lower lip as he gazed at you.

“I don’t wanna go back inside” You said, not wanting Hyunjin to leave you even for a second.

He sighed, pressing another sweet kiss on your lips “It’s Han’s party, he’d like you to be there with him”

“I was with him for three hours” You pouted.

“Then a few more wouldn’t matter, right?” Hyunjin asked.

“I don’t want you to go” You mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N” He said and your eyes flickered up to his “I’ll be next to you the whole time”

“And after that?”

“I’ll take you back to my place” He smiled “You’d like that?”

Your eyes lit up at the thought, you would love to go back to his place. “I would love that, Hyunjin”

“I’m glad” He leaned in, pressing another kiss to your cheek this time. The gesture was simple but it made your heart flutter. Since when did you start feeling this way around him again?

Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

»»————

You were back inside, amidst the crowd, bumping shoulders with people as you looked around. The party was still in full swing, and it felt like your time outside with Hyunjin had been in an alternate reality. The speakers were on full blast, playing songs from 3racha’s first mixtape and as much as you were enjoying it, it felt like everything was rushed. Your time outside with him had been so different. Like that moment existed in a warp of time.

He was still standing next to you, as his promise, and you watched Changbin try to do a keg stand as Chan lifted him up. Han was by the corner, laughing his ass off as the liquid dripped down Changbin’s shirt.

“They’re so chaotic” You mumbled and Hyunjin laughed loudly.

“They’re so fun” He said, turning to you “You want me to get you a drink?”

You were still slightly tipsy, but your buzz was wearing off, now you just felt high on Hyunjin’s presence so you nodded “Sure, I don’t mind”

“I’ll be back” He smiled “Don’t go anywhere”

“I’ll be right here” You laughed.

As soon as Hyunjin left, someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned around to see Seonghwa standing there, a bright smile on his face.

“Seonghwa!” You cried, jumping to hug him.

He laughed “We met an hour ago, Y/N”

“I know, but…I missed you” You smiled, stepping back “Are you having a good time?”

“Jisung definitely knows how to throw a party”

You nodded, as Seonghwa tipped his head back, taking in a sip of his drink.

“Hyunjin told me you met him” You blurted.

His eyes turned to you and he nodded, a soft smile on his face “Yeah I did, I told him you were looking for him. Should I not have?”

“Um, no that’s okay…” You said, squeezing the cup between your fingers “I also met Lia…”

He raised his eyebrows “You did, huh?”

“Yeah” You laughed “She’s nice…can I ask what happened between you two?”

Seonghwa sighed, stepping closer to you “It’s a long story”

You quirked an eyebrow “Well?”

“A lot happened. Wooyoung might have probably told you”

“No, all I know is Wooyoung keeps joking that you stole Lia from him”

Seonghwa chuckled “Of course he does. If I knew he liked her, I would never have gone out with her”

“When did you come to know then?”

“After we broke up”

You laughed “Wait, really?”

He hummed “If Woo had told me he was into her, I would never have said yes to her”

“That must’ve been hard for him”

Seonghwa shrugged “I mean, Lia is just another girl. Me and Woo have been friends since we were born, so things like that don’t matter in the long run”

“Right” You nodded, your eyes flickering to Han and Changbin still doing the keg stand. Now it was Han’s turn to be up in the air, and you just hoped he wouldn’t fall or hurt himself.

“You don’t really hate him, do you?”

“What?” You turned to look at Seonghwa.

He tilted his head, the hint of a smile on his face “Hwang Hyunjin. You don’t hate him, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N!” You heard and turned to see Yeji stumble to you. You silently thanked her for interrupting whatever the hell you were going to say to Seonghwa.

“Yeji” You smiled and she pulled you into a hug, crushing her body to yours.

“Whoa” Seonghwa laughed “How have you been drunk for the past five hours?”

“Because I keep drinking” Yeji said, stepping back from you to roll her eyes at him.

“You’re going to really regret that in the morning” He said.

“He’s right” You grabbed the cup from within her hands, half of it still filled with red liquid.

“Hey!” She pouted “You can’t steal a girl’s drink”

“And if I don’t do this now, you’re going to kill me tomorrow morning when you wake up with the worst hangover of the century”

“Fine” She crossed her arms “I need to pee”

“That’s why you came looking for me?” You asked.

She nodded, laughing “You have to come with me”

“Fine” You sighed, placing the cup on the table next to yours. You took her hand, waving a goodbye to Seonghwa as you headed towards Chan’s bedroom. Yeji trailed behind you, hopping every few steps and you led the way.

You felt exhausted already. You’d been at the party almost five hours, and you’d had a tiring day. You just wanted to take off your shoes, your pants and crawl into a blanket right now.

Your feet ached, and your head was throbbing.

You think you’d reached the social tipping point of tonight.

“That boy was so handsome. It’s Wooyoung’s friend, isn’t it?” Yeji asked, leaning into your ear.

“Yes, it was Seonghwa, Yej. I’ve told you about him”

“Yeah, but you never told me he was so pretty”

“Where’s Minho anyway?” You asked.

“Nice change of topic, he’s with Seungmin somewhere I guess”

“Oh, okay”

You pushed open the door to Chan��s bedroom, stopping in your tracks at the couple inside. Yeji walked into you, making you stumble forward.

Lia was on the bed, sitting side by side as she kissed him, her hands in his hair.

“What the fuck, guys?” Yeji said loudly.

They both jumped at the sound, turning to look at you.

“Y/N” He spoke, pulling apart from her, his eyes wide at you.

“Wooyoung?”

“Um” He stood up, and you could tell he was tipsy by the way he did. You had only seen Wooyoung drunk one time, the first night you’d met him and kissed him and he looked quite similar right now.

Lia was staring at you, her eyes narrowed. For some reason, you would have expected your heart to drop at the sight, but it didn’t…

You didn’t feel affected by the sight of Lia kissing him, just a bit surprised and shocked.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to meet Wooyoung tonight, except for when at the beginning of the party Changbin had been cutting their celebratory cake and Wooyoung had rescued you from Bin’s attempts to slather it over your face. Honestly, you hadn’t realized that he was still here, you’d been so drunk and caught up in yourself, running around the place that you hadn’t gotten a chance to fully talk to him.

“You know her?” Lia asked him, pointing to you.

“Yeah, that’s the girl I was telling you about” Wooyoung spoke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course it’s her” She crossed her arms “She’s the one Hwang was looking for all night”

Yeah, you’d definitely drained your social battery. You wanted to run out in the face of this conversation but you stood there, staring at Woo and Lia.

He almost looked guilty, as if he’d been caught cheating, but why did he? He’d done nothing wrong.

Lia seemed far too proud at the moment, and you just wanted to go home.

“Hwang? You mean Hyunjin?” Wooyoung asked, turning to her.

“Do you know any other Hwang?” Lia rolled her eyes.

“Why was he looking for you?” Wooyoung asked, turning to you.

“Because she’s fucking hot, why wouldn’t he!” Yeji interrupted, stepping forward “And they’re friends, now I need to pee so please go find another room to kiss in”

»»————

“So what is going on between the two of you?” Chan asked Hyunjin, sat on top of his kitchen counter as he sipped his drink. Felix was across him, chomping down on a tomato bruschetta and Jisung sat on the bar stool, wiping the red liquid off his shirt. Somehow, the four of them had ended up here together. Hyunjin had gone to get you a drink, but you weren’t there when he came back and he guessed you were probably with Yeji, Jeongin or Seonghwa.

Hyunjin sighed “Between me and who?”

Felix laughed loudly “Who else? Y/N”

Jisung’s eyes narrowed at the question, he lifted his head towards Hyunjin “You better be careful of your next words”

Hyunjin let out a short laugh “Do you really think I’m gonna insult her in front of her best friend?”

“You never know” Han said, turning his focus back to his shirt.

“I mean, we’re hanging out together, I guess” Hyunjin said, turning to Chan.

Chan raised his eyebrow “It seemed more on the balcony”

“You saw us?” Hyunjin asked.

“Not like I was spying on you, I just came in to get something, and yeah, I saw you. You two looked awfully close”

“We were just talking” Hyunjin said.

“They’re fucking” Han said. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped to his.

“Relax, she’s okay with Chan knowing” Han said.

“So everyone but Yeji?” Hyunjin asked.

Felix laughed “That’s unfortunate for Yeji”

“No, if Yeji finds out, it’ll be unfortunate for Y/N” Han said.

“Why? Will she get mad at her?’ Hyunjin bit his lip, concern flashing through him. Jisung raised his eyebrows, not expecting that.

“No” Han replied “Yeji would never get mad at Y/N”

“Then?”

He sighed “I don’t know how to explain this, and I’m not sure its my place, Hwang”

“Right” He nodded “No, I get it. I just don’t want Yeji to be upset”

“She won’t be, don’t worry” Chan smiled.

“You know her too?” Hyunjin asked.

Chan nodded “She was in one of my courses this semester”

“Hyun, could you pass me my phone please?” Felix asked, emptying another drink into his mouth.

“I don’t have it” He checked his pockets.

“I think I left it near the keg stand” Felix sighed loudly.

“No worries, Yongbok. I’ll get it” Hyunjin replied, heading off to the living room. He had a soft spot for Felix.

As soon as he left, Felix turned to Han “You know he has feelings for her, right?”

Han let out a laugh “I think I’ve known it for some time, I just wasn’t sure”

“And what about her?” Chan asked.

Felix nodded “It’s kind of really obvious”

Han spoke “Yeah, she just has to realize it herself”

“So what’s this whole hatred thing they have going on?” Chan asked, curiously.

Han sighed, taking in a sip from the drink next to his “They have a bad history from school, they were both the top dancers of their class, so you can guess that they were always rivals for everything…and they just generally disliked each other a lot. She thought he was the arrogant boy she’s ever met, and well, from her stories of him, he sure seemed like it”

“But why? Did anything happen?” Felix asked “I don’t understand why they’re so hell bent on not admitting that they could possibly like each other”

Han sighed “I don’t know if it’s my place to tell you…and I don’t even know the full story, but…just promise me you guys won’t ever bring this up”

“It won’t leave this room, Han” Felix said, sincerely.

“You can trust us” Chan nodded.

“She had feelings for him”

“What?” Felix asked “When?”

“Back in high school, during one of their musicals, they were both the leads, and they spent hours together. She complained about him to me all day, about how he drove her crazy, but after weeks, at the end of the show, she came to me in tears”

“What happened?” Chan asked.

“I’m pretty sure she liked him a lot at that point, but …I don’t think he ever did. She never told me what exactly happened, but I guess he wasn’t into her, either that…or she saw him kiss another girl”

“Wait, Y/N had feelings for Hyunjin back then?” Felix asked, his eyes widening, still not having processed the first piece of information.

“Yeah” Han nodded “But nobody knows except for me…”

“So, what’s going on now?” Chan asked.

“I wish I knew” Han laughed “They’ve always been attracted to each other, and I guess they finally gave into that. I’m pretty sure her feelings would have come back by now. They spend all their time together, and when they don’t, she’s always texting him. But knowing her, and how hard she took it back then, she’d probably pushed them so far down she doesn’t know how much she likes him”

“I don’t know about her, but he definitely has something for her” Felix sighed.

Han nodded, wringing his hands together “Yeah he does. She’s never really told me the full story of what went down at the musical…but I’m guessing it was bad. That’s probably why she hasn’t told Yeji yet either. Yeji is sort of going to be the last straw. If Y/N tells her, she’ll realize it. She’ll realize that she’s back to where she was in high school, and she hated that more than anything. She told me at that time that she would never let her guard down ever again, or ever fall in love with somebody, especially somebody like him”

“Whoa…” Chan exhaled “It was that bad?”

“Yeah…so even though she’s all over the place when it comes to him, I understand her. Hyunjin’s always been a huge part of her life, one way or another, and…what she felt then must have been strong, since she hasn’t even been in a relationship since then. She thinks it’s gonna end the same way it did back then, and from what I remember…he broke her heart”

“I wish I knew that” Felix said “She’s such an amazing person”

Hyunjin felt drained.

He hadn’t found Felix’s phone anywhere, after looking all over the place and having to talk to way too many people. He just wanted to find you, and go home.

He made his way back to the kitchen., pausing just by the kitchen archway when he heard them talk about her.

“She is. Y/N is my favorite person in the world” Han was talking.

“She doesn’t deserve that” Chan sighed.

“I hope one day she can find somebody who actually loves her, and cares about her. Before all of that happened in high school, she was always so excited about falling in love”

Before what happened in high school? Hyunjin wondered.

“Yeah?” Felix asked, laughing.

“She would talk all day about the boy she was gonna be in love with, how she was gonna make him feel the most loved, and the most special” Han chuckled “I used to think it was naïve, but yeah…she needs that. She doesn’t need…whatever is going on right now.”

What?

Hyunjin cleared his throat, before stepping inside the kitchen. He’d done enough eavesdropping, enough to make his heart drop for some reason.

The three boys’ heads turned to his “Oh, you’re here”

“Um, yeah” Hyunjin tried to sound normal, even though his tone felt shaky “I couldn’t find your phone, Yongbok”

“My mistake” Felix smiled, lifting it up to show him “I forgot I had it all along”

“Oh”

»»————

You stood in Chan’s room, staring at the piece of art hung on the wall. Yeji was inside the bathroom. Did she know about you and Hyunjin? She seemed so unbothered by Lia saying that he had been looking for you.

Maybe she knew all along. You weren’t sure if you should ask her.

You had promised Hyunjin you’d tell her as soon as possible, even though you weren’t ready for the questions Yeji would ask you…

But you didn’t want Minho to be mad at Hyunjin again, you remember how upset he’d been a few days ago. You’d feel guilty then…you wish you knew why it was so hard for you to tell Yeji. You had no qualms telling Han, or Chan or honestly anybody else.

But Yeji?

Something about telling her made you feel anxious and nervous, like everything would be ruined once the words were out.

Like your little bubble would burst, and that warp of time would cease to exist.

The door swung open and Yeji stepped out, a bright smile on her face.

“Thank you for coming with me” She said, zipping up her jumpsuit.

“You don’t need to thank me, Yej”

“So that was crazy about Wooyoung and that girl right? I really thought he was into you…” She blurted.

You laughed, moving to sit on Chan’s bed “I always told you he wasn’t into me”

“But how is that even possible? I’m so sure he was, and he probably just kissed Lia cause he was drunk and she was the closest girl around”

“I don’t think Woo would do that” You bit your lip.

“Well, do you forget how you met him? Drunk, in the middle of the dance floor, grinding up against him?”

You laughed. Yeji did have a point…

“I don’t really know” You crossed your arms.

“Are you upset?”

“Because of Wooyoung?”

“Yeah”

“No, not really” You said “He’s really close to me, but…I’m not upset, because-”

“Because of Hyunjin?” Yeji asked.

Your eyes snapped to hers, heart dropping in your stomach “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Wooyoung is beautiful and he’s so nice. I know I pushed you to be with him…but he’s no Hyunjin” She said.

“Um…what?”

“Hyunjin is the reason things didn’t work out between you and Minho, and then you and Wooyoung, right? I mean, I get it. He’s so gorgeous, I don’t think I could be into any other guy If I was you”

You groaned, as if on cue “Why do you think I’m into him?”

“You’d be crazy not to” She laughed, reaching up to fix her hair in the mirror “He showed up today looking like a dream”

You stared at her. You couldn’t understand what she was getting at. Did she already know or something?

“Yeah…he did” You admitted, thinking back to his outfit, and the tight silver harness wrapped around his upper thigh “He looks really good”

“Why don’t you kiss him then? I caught him staring at you like fifty times. He can’t take his eyes off you”

You sighed, leaning back on Chan’s bed as you looked up at her “I…you really think I should kiss him?”

“If I were you, I would. Those lips- ” She let out a moan, puckering her lips “I can imagine how perfect they would feel”

You laughed.

Maybe you could finally say that you didn’t have to imagine, you had already felt them on you, countless times.

But before you could say it, the door burst open.

It was Hyunjin.

His eyes landed on yours, and then on Yeji. Seeing you sitting on Chan’s bed made his heart stop, again. You looked so good tonight, he didn’t think he could get used to it.

Yeji seemed unfazed at his entry. Fuck, had he just interrupted something?

“Look who it is” Yeji smiled.

“Hey, Yeji” Hyunjin swallowed, eyes darting to yours. He wondered what you two were talking about.

“We were just talking about you”

“You were?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows, glancing at you again.

“Yes, about how kissable your lips are” She said.

You almost choked as she said that, not expecting her to be so bold and upfront about it.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened “Oh…”

“Why are you here again?” Yeji titled his head at him.

“Minho was looking for you…he was worried cause you were really drunk” Hyunjin responded.

“Oh” Yeji pouted “He needs to relax, I’m only nine drinks in”

“Yeji!” You said, not realizing she’d had so much to drink “That’s too many”

“Live a little, babe” She said, then turned her head, indicating towards Hyunjin “You only got one life”

“What?” You flushed red. She was so not subtle.

You could see Hyunjin with a hint of a smile on his face at her words.

“Right, I’ll go meet him now” She said, leaning in to kiss your cheek before whispering “Stop thinking so much”

“Right” You swallowed, as she walked out.

“Bye, Hwang. You’re way too hot for your own good” She sighed, touching his pendant before she headed off.

His eyes flickered to yours as he stepped towards you “Did you tell her?”

You shook your head “I don’t even know what just happened. I think she told me instead…”

He nodded, grabbing your hand in his “She’s too drunk anyway to remember any of this in the morning, maybe next time… but Minho told me he’ll take her back to the apartment”

“Bless him” You sighed, as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“Do you wanna head home too?” He asked, softly “I think I’m far too tired to talk to any more people right now”

You smiled, feeling burnt out and socially exhausted, the alcohol still buzzing in your body and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep with Hyunjin right now.

“You read my mind”

»»————

You stumbled through Hyunjin’s front door. You weren’t sure if the rest of the boys had made it home yet, but you didn’t really care. You were so tired, so tipsy and so happy. Hyunjin had his hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards his room. You slipped off your shoes on the way, abandoning them in the hall.

“I’m tired” You whined.

“Almost there” He mumbled.

He pushed open the door to his room, and you both stepped inside. Your eyes flickered across the things, there were two beds pushed up against either wall, a desk with a laptop you guessed was Seungmin’s and another desk with papers littered across it; sketches and drawings on all of them.

“That’s yours?” You asked, pointing to it.

He yawned, grabbing your shoulders to push you towards his bed “You can see it later, I just need to get some sleep right now”

“And what about Seungmin? Isn’t he coming home?”

“It’s not like we’re doing anything” Hyunjin sighed.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, I’m dead” You groaned, sitting on his bed. Hyunjin looked at you getting comfortable and laughed “You’re gonna sleep in those clothes?”

“Well, they’re the only ones I have. I’m not gonna sleep naked”

“Why not?” He pouted.

You rolled your eyes “I thought you said you’re tired”

“Well, I’ll never be tired of looking at you” He smiled “Or touching you…or having you in my arms”

“Shut up Hwang” You laughed “Are you gonna change?”

He nodded “Of course. You can wear my shirt”

“Your shirt?”

“It’s better than sleeping in your sweaty party outfit”

“Hey!” You tossed a pillow at him “it’s not sweaty”

He caught it, laughing “Don’t be a brat”

You put your feet up, settling under his blanket and pulling it up to your chin. He turned towards his drawer, and you watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. You were so sleepy you were sure you’d fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, but you didn’t want to miss this.

He tossed his shirt aside, unbuckling his belt and your eyes fluttered shut but you forced to keep them open.

Hyunjin turned to you, and you kept your eyes on his torso. He was shirtless, and just in grey sweatpants now, as they hung low off his lips, showing off his v line.

He looked so good.

The silver pendant was still on, resting on his chest. Your eyes fell to his toned abs and the sparkle of silver on his stomach which drove you crazy and kept you awake at nights.

“You look like you’re fighting to stay awake” Hyunjin spoke, making your eyes flicker to his face, as he reached into his top dresser and slipped on a matching blue hoodie. The sweatshirt and pants combo made him look absolutely so cozy and huggable, and fuckable.

The sweatpants hug so low off his hips, you could see the outline of his dick, you knew he wasn’t wearing boxers inside.

You wish you weren’t this tired.

“I’m fine” You mumbled, tucking your arm under your head as you watched him run his hand through his hair.

He laughed “You know you can look at me naked all the time, don’t force yourself to stay up for this”

You rolled your eyes “You’re so full of yourself”

“And you’re drooling all over my pillow looking at me”

“Shut up!” You groaned, turning onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

You felt the weight shift next to you as Hyunjin jumped into bed, tying his hair up with an elastic. You scooted over to make way for him, on the tiny bed made for one person.

“I think I’m going to have a terrible hangover” You mumbled, your head already hurt. Hyunjin leaned over, kissing your forehead “You’ll be fine, just go to sleep”

You nodded, turning on your side as you felt him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him.

You felt so comfortable, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep, Hyunjin holding onto you, his breaths pushing you into a deep slumber.

»»————

When your eyes opened, it was still dark out. It was probably around four.

You were curled up on your side, and Hyunjin was wrapped around you. His long limbs tangled amongst yours, his face pressed into your hair, and his arms tight around your waist, holding you to him.

The blanket was off you, and on the floor.

You were cold, despite Hyunjin’s body all over you. You shifted in his grip, your fingers reaching out to grab the blanket. It seemed impossible though, since he didn’t seem to let you move even an inch away from him. His hair was tickling your neck and you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself out of his arms.

“Hyunjin…” You said, grabbing his forearm.

He hummed, stirring slightly, pulling you even closer into him, throwing a leg over your hip.

“I’m cold Hyun” You said softly, turning your head to look at him.

“Mm…no you’re really hot” He mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. Seriously? The boy was half asleep but he still made that dumb joke.

“Let go of me for just a second, Hyun” You said, pushing his arm away from your waist, with all the force you could muster.

He sighed, exhaling a deep breath and softened his grip on you “You’re mean….”

“And you’re being a baby” You reached forward, just enough to grab the blanket off the floor and tugged it back on your body. You slid your feet inside the blanket and then turned to look at him. His eyes were half hooded, sleepy, and he looked so cute. His mouth was upturned in a pout as he gazed at you.

“Now can we go back to sleep?” He mumbled, fingers reaching out to touch your waist, curling around you.

His hair was a mess, light blonde strands, all over his pillow, and the hoodie that he was in was crumped up, revealing a flash of his stomach. His sweatpants were even lower, and you could see that he was hard.

He looked so good right now.

“Hyunjin…”

“Yeah?” He asked, opening one eye to look at you, his lower lip still jutting out in a pout. You scoot forward on the bed, pressing your lips to his, tenderly.

He was the most beautiful boy you had ever known.

You curled your hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours as you kissed him deeply.

“Y/N…” He sighed, grabbing you by the hips, pulling you forward.

You kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth slowly.

“Stop…” He suddenly whined, pulling back to rest his head against yours.

“Stop what?”

“Stop being irresistible, I’m too sleepy to fuck you well” He mumbled. God, he was so adorable.

You laughed “It’s okay, Hyun. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah? It’s almost 4 am”

“Hmm” He frowned, still muddled with sleep. You doubt either of you would remember this in the morning. It felt like a dream that you forgot as soon as you wake up.

“What is it now?” You asked, running your fingers through his soft, angelic hair.

“I…”

“What is it, Hyun?” You asked, shifting closer to him, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I still want you” He said.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”

»»————

You woke up to the sun in your eyes. You squinted, the bright light was coming in through the window right in front of you and if you or Hyunjin had been smarter, you would’ve closed the blinds before falling asleep.

But you’d been so tired last night. The party had been amazing, and you were so happy that you were able to celebrate with the boys. Han was staying over at Chan’s, Yeji was probably staying with Minho.

Was it weird that you’d slept over at Hyunjin’s? Everything about yesterday felt so…normal though.

Seungmin’s bed was empty, which meant he hadn’t come home last night, or he’d slept in the hall.

The blanket was thankfully still around you, warming you up, and Hyunjin was still fast asleep, as you could tell from his light snores. You rubbed your eyes, your head throbbing just slightly, and you couldn’t even imagine how Yeji would be feeling right now.

She’d had far too much to drink yesterday, an excuse about how this was 3racha’s first party, so she had to make it special. Your phone buzzed and you reached forward to check that it was a text from Han.

Han 6:56 AM:

“Hope he took you home safe. Call me when you’re not busy, girl”

Hyunjin suddenly stirred, tightening his grip around you while he mumbled “Y/N…”

You smiled at the way he was snuggled up around you, being the perfect big spoon. You hated sleeping in other people’s beds, but maybe he could be the exception.

God, you hadn’t even thought through the consequences of this decision, coming home with him, just to fall asleep together. Fuckbuddies didn’t do that, did they?

Maybe you honestly just didn’t care anymore, about what they did or didn’t do. This was the best you’d felt in ages, the warmest, the safest, the happiest.

With him.

You yawned, turning your head to look at Hyunjin, only for him to let out a soft groan.

“What are you doing…” He mumbled, sleepily “Stop moving”

You almost asked why, before remembering what had happened last night.

“I still want you” He had said.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, biting his lip “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”

“Nothing you say to me right now could make me think you’re crazy” You had said, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Your brain had been fuzzy with sleep, but you knew what you were saying.

“I…” Hyunjin had hesitated for a second before looking up at you, pulling his lower lip between his teeth “I’m too sleepy to fuck you but…I still wanna be inside you”

Oh.

“Hyunjin…”

“Can I?” He had asked, his voice soft, as if he was actually nervous and you wanted to laugh at the idea that he thought you could ever say no to him.

“Yeah, Hyun” You said, pressing your mouth to his again “You can”

He smiled, sleepily, a dopey look in his eyes before he kissed you back. His hands slid under the shirt that you were wearing, slowly lifting it up to your hips, fingers coming in contact with your wet underwear as he pushed it to the side.

You kissed him again.

The tiredness from the party was lingering and you turned back around, as he wrapped himself around you. He pulled his sweatpants down, just enough.

Peppering soft kisses on your neck, he pushed your hair to one side as he easily slid into you. You let out a whimper at the feeling, and he let out a soft moan, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“You feel so good, baby” He mumbled, kissing your neck “I could sleep like this forever”

“Goodnight, Hyun” You whispered, closing your eyes as you went to sleep, feeling him inside you.

The memories of that came back, along with the feeling of being full of him. Falling asleep like that had either been a terrible or a wonderful idea. You hadn’t even thought about it when he’d asked you, far too sleepy and horny and Hyunjin-y to think straight.

He felt so fucking great, his cock resting inside you.

He stirred a bit now, and you could feel him slowly getting hard inside you.

“You’re the one that’s moving now” You whined, feeling incredibly turned on at the entire situation. He nuzzled his head in your shoulder, kissing you there.

“Fine, I won’t. Let’s play a game” He spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse and raw from talking so early in the morning.

“It’s seven am…”

“So? Afraid you’ll lose?”

“I don’t even know what the game is”

“Whoever moves first, loses”

You laughed. Of course, he had to challenge himself to do something like that. You knew you weren’t gonna be the one to lose, you were too exhausted anyway, so you nodded.

“Sure, Hyun” You said. He tucked himself against you, cuddling on top of you as you closed your eyes to go back into a comfortable sleep.

It had been barely ten minutes before he began kissing your neck. You shifted slightly as his fingers danced across your bare stomach, inching towards your underwear.

“Baby” He mumbled, as his fingers inched back up towards your chest. Your head was clouded with sleep, but you couldn’t ignore the way his lips felt on your neck.

“Hyun…” You sighed, as he sucked on a spot under your ear, nibbling at it. You moaned at the feeling, clenching around him unconsciously.

“I really hate you” He said suddenly.

You blinked “What did I do now?”

“I want to move” He groaned, his cock hardening inside you, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“What the fuck…the game was your idea in the first place”

“Because I thought you’d give in first” He whined.

“No…I won’t. I can control myself” You said, resisting the urge to shift your hips against his. He felt so good inside you.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that”

He started kissing your neck, his hands sliding across your chest, grabbing it as he squeezed your tits in his palms, his fingers flicking at your nipple.

“You can’t do that…” You moaned.

“I never said we can’t”

“Hyunjin…stop” You spoke, finding it harder to stay in one place and to not give into the temptation of just asking him to fuck you awake.

“Did you really think I’ll give in first?” He growled in your ear. He turned your head to his and started kissing you, aggressively grabbing you now. You moaned as he bit your lip, and you could feel how hard he was inside you. Every little turn or shift of the hips would send a tremble through your body.

He bit down on your neck, teeth grazing over the hickey he’d just given you. He pulled you so your hips were pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut as you grind into him. You’d both given up on the game now.

His mouth moved across your neck, sucking a deep mark into your collarbone and you curled your arms around his forearm, gripping tightly as your fingernails dug into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Y/N” He moaned “I don’t care”

He suddenly flipped you over, so he was now on top of you, staring down at you hungrily, still barely awake.

“That game was a stupid idea. I have to fuck you right now”

You nodded “It was your stupid idea”

He pressed his lips to your mouth to shut you up. You weren’t even sure how conscious he was, his eyes half closed, full lips red and his cheeks swollen in the most adorable way. He was still in in his hoodie, and somehow that made it seem just as hot as if he was shirtless.

His hands went around your hips as he grabbed your ass with a strong grip, lining up his now fully hard cock up with your entrance.

He didn’t push in just yet. His arms lay on either side of you, his eyes falling to your body underneath his. He thought you looked so good like this. Just barely awake, in his shirt, in his bed, in his necklace, his.

“What are you waiting for?” You teased.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, or you’re gonna regret it”

He slowly pushed into you, and your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling.

“Hyun…” You moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow, feeling the drag of his cock across your walls.

“God, you’re so wet for me” He whimpered, his tone needy and whiney “I slip so easily into you”

“Yeah, you do” You sighed as he grabbed your ass, shifting you further down on his cock. Your toes curled as he bottomed out inside you, his cock resting perfectly within you.

“You’re so fucking tight still” He moaned “You drive me crazy”

He began to slowly thrust into you, lazily, sleepily, but it felt so good.

Your mouth went dry as your eyes flickered back up to his. His fingers moved up to your face, tracing your lips and your tongue slid out to lick them slowly, sucking on them. He groaned at the sight, his cock twitching, thrusting into you stronger this time.

You closed your eyes, head tossed back, letting him set the pace. He was slow, deliberate with each movement. The crescents of his nails dug into your hips again as he gripped you tightly, to thrust harder.

“Fuck…Hyunjin-” You moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, full lips parted, his gaze locked onto yours as his messy morning hair fell across his face. He looked so beautiful, the light blonde strands catching the morning sunlight in them. His hips rolled against yours, slow, steady.

Your heart clenched at the sight of the boy.

He was absolutely perfect.

He noticed the gaze in your eyes, his pace slowing as he leaned down to kiss you “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, kissing him back and grabbing his face within your hands, as he continued rocking his hips into yours, each thrust tightening your stomach.

“I’m okay, you…you just feel so good” You sighed, locking your arms around his neck so you could keep him close to you.

“You like it?” He asked, softly, kissing you, and then kissing the side of your mouth “You like waking up with my cock inside you?”

You moaned at his words “I love it so much, Hyun”

“Am I fucking you well, baby?”

“You’re so good” You sighed, feeling another thrust deep in your stomach, your back arching at the sensation. Hyunjin leaned down to press kisses into your collarbone, yanking your hips down on his cock now.

“You’re my favorite thing to wake up to” He sighed, his cheeks and face red, his eyes half lidded as he chased your highs.

“And you’re mine” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, wanting him to never stop.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, right?” He suddenly asked, “I’m the only one that can fuck you this well?”

You nodded, even though it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Good” He hummed, increasing his pace. His fingers dropped to your clit, rubbing soft circles and you let out a moan.You tensed up at the feeling, it felt so good.

“Hyun--please” You cried, feeling desperate now. Hyunjin nodded, going faster, his fingers working at your bud, both bodies moving frantically.

“You’re so…” He moaned “You’re so fucking unbelievable”

Hyunjin then grabbed your thighs, angling himself deeper inside you.

“I’m so close” You whispered breathlessly, as he thrusted hard and fast, until you felt your wave wash over you, the knot loosening inside you as you came undone.

You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back, the tingling, overwhelming sensation spreading through every part of your body.

“Cum in me” You blurted, pulling his face down to yours again “Please Hyun”

He nodded “Of course”

He increased his pace, chasing his high with sloppy but still perfect thrusts, the air mixed with his groans, and you kissed him, feeling his full lips and his tongue on yours.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” He groaned loudly, needy and whiney, just as he came inside you.

Your eyes shut to revel in the feeling, stars floating in front of your eyes, feeling so full of Hyunjin in every single way possible.

His head dropped down onto yours.

You felt like you were in the clouds, breathing heavily with the boy on top of you. You felt him soften inside you, and you whimpered as he slipped out, collapsing next to you.

“That was…” His voice was hoarse.

“Yeah” You nodded, unsure how you could even speak right now. You turned to your head to look at him, he looked fucked out and tired, sweaty strands sticking to his face, lips glistening wet and swollen, his eyes squinted, the sweatshirt he was in hugging his body, the sunlight hitting his face just right.

What was going on with you?

He turned his head towards you, staring at you, before leaning in to give you a kiss. He suddenly laughed, pulling back, his laughter filling the empty room.

“What?” You smiled “What is it?”

He looked back at you, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes “Weren’t you supposed to be on top this time?”

You groaned “Shut up, you’re the one who wanted to play your stupid game”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” He giggled, turning on his side to look at you full, his eyes drinking in how you looked right now, in his bed.

“It was a stupid game” You rolled your eyes.

“Not as stupid as you”

“Shut up! You’re such an asshole” You cried, pushing him and he laughed again, loudly, the sound warming every part in your body.

“Don’t lie to me” He said, pulling you back against him “You loved it”

You hummed “Maybe I did”

Hyunjin pulled you within his arms again, running his hands through your hair as he kissed you. You lay on your side, hands tangled in his soft hair, lazily making out for what felt like hours.

Until he pulled back, whining “No, I’ll get hard again”

You sighed, resting your head on your chest “You’re so sensitive today, Hyun”

He laughed, putting his hands inside your shirt to warm you up “I can’t help it with you”

Even though he’d just had possibly the best morning sex, no fuck that, the best sex of his life, he couldn’t help but have his mind drift back to the party yesterday and to what he’d heard in the kitchen.

Han’s words floated around his head, making his stomach clench with anxiety. About how you didn’t need this right now, especially after what happened in high school. What was he even talking about? All he remembers from high school is hating you, and you hating him back, but that was no revelation or anything new.

What else had even happened ?

The way he’d felt about you yesterday was no joke, and he would be stupid to boil it down to just attraction, right?

Hyunjin could admit that he was stupid at times, but that would be a new low.

Being out there in the balcony with you had made him feel all sorts of ways, and maybe everybody, including him knew he didn’t really hate you anymore.

Of course he didn’t.

Not with the way he was reveling in the feeling of you within his arms right now, kissing you every few seconds as if that’s what he needed to live.

“My head hurts” You whined softly, and Hyunjin felt his heart tug.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay soon” He pulled you into another sweet kiss.

He wished his head hurt, and not his heart.

And he wish he would have had a hangover this morning instead of you.

At least then he could blame everything he was feeling on the alcohol.

»»————

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katyasrussianaccent · 4 years ago

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you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15.

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker.

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single.

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.”

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do.

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”.

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks.

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers.

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.”

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in.

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it.

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time.

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts.

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar.

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for.

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else.

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.”

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen; Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that.

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you.

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body. You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?”

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement.

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you.

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task.

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were.

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list.

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?”

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit.

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!”

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands.

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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qianinterprises · 4 years ago

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Warm Mornings

Pairing | Jeno x Reader x Jaemin

Warning(s) | slightly suggestive (if you squint), polyamorous relationship

Synopsis | Just an everyday morning in the life of you, snuggled between the loves of your life.

Author’s Notes | I wrote this after reading this by @bluejaem. After getting permission (in the form of a brain dumped imagine lol), I decided to write my own little NoMin poly! I would also like to add that I started over three damn times before I was finally happy with it, but it has not been beta read so... expect grammatical errors (Im sorry!)

Work Count | 1.9K

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As morning bloomed over the city, pulling individuals out of their dreams to dawn a new day, you rolled over under the blankets, careful not to disturb the arms wrapped around your waist in your quest for comfort. As you settled on your side, facing the eastern window, your eyes cracked open, sleep already leaving you for awakeness.

Sunlight beamed into the window, casting hues of gold along the walls, creating patterns and designs of light around the room. One beam of sun in particular hit the back of the man to your left, light bouncing off his bare skin and illuminating his body in such a way he appeared to almost be glowing. Golden rays bounced off his dyed brown hair, creating such an heir of elegant innocence around him.

The bed ruffled and the body behind you wiggled until one of the arms around your waist was pulling you back against a broad chest, face nestling in your neck, blowing soft tufts of air across your sensitive skin, making you shudder.

“Good morning,” his voice was deep and raspy, husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered back, quiet so as not to wake the male in front of you.

“Is he glowing?”

A smile falls across your face, eyes roving over the porcelain face of Na Jaemin, deep in the confines of sleep, eyes fluttering lightly with dreams, hair a mess atop his head.

“Like an angel,” you whispered.

The arms around your waist seemed to tighten even more as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

“Our angel.”

You placed your hands lightly over his, stroking along his skin, tracing the bulging veins that came with being a well-built muscular man with a love for exercise.

“Are you two talking about me again?”

Jaemin’s voice brought a yelp from your throat and your body lurched backwards in shock, unfortunately sending your foot into a not so friendly place for the man behind you.

The arms released your body completely as said male let out a slow whine, hands moving down to cup himself, coaxing the organ to stop spiking with the pain your foot had left.

You rolled over, careful of your limbs this time to check that the male was alright.

Lee Jeno. A tall, lanky but muscular man that had stolen your heart the first time your eyes met. His face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut to keep in the tears that surely weren’t far from falling.

“I am so sorry!” you breathed, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched at your touch.

“Give him a moment. Let him catch his bearings.”

Jaemin’s voice wasn’t half so husky now as he wound his arms around his waist and pulled you back, careful of your feet as you curled your legs again comfortably.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been pretending to be asleep!” you hissed.

“Oh I wasn’t pretending. You two just aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

You turned your head to send a glare at him when a puff of air left Jeno’s lips and his body uncurled itself. His eyes opened, glassy, and he blinked a few times to rid the tears that threatened to fall.

“Next time you jump in fear, try to make sure your not curled up first!”

Jaemin snorted and you shook your hide, sliding out of Jaemin’s arms and closer to Jeno, who engulfed you in a bear hug, pressing your face against his shoulder.

“No fair! He got cuddles already! I haven’t got my cuddles yet!” Jaemin’s voice whined behind you.

“I just got kicked in the balls! I think I deserve a few extra cuddles!” Jeno insisted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from Jeno slightly. He let out a small, puppy whine, hands clinging to your waist as Jaemin cackled behind you, making a grab to pull you away. He let out his own yelp when you slapped one of his hands away and instead, grabbed his arm, tugging him closer until his chest was pressed against your back.

“You can both cuddle me,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into Jeno’s neck as Jaemin’s arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body.

Your eyes began to droop as two warm bodies help you snuggly between them, hands softly stroking your back or your arms, lulling you back into your dreams, breathing in Jeno’s scent of earthy body wash, content at the way Jaemin’s lips pressed butterfly kisses along your neck.

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When you opened your eyes for the second time, you noted the lack of arms around you and the rhythmic heartbeat against your ear.

You let out a soft yawn, shuffling closer to the chest, immediately recognizing it as Jeno’s. You wound your arms around his waist, holding onto him like an overstuffed teddy bear.

He had his phone in his hand, playing some weird alien-killing game, his other hand lazily drawing patterns beneath your shirt against your back.

“Where’s Jaemin?” you asked with a small yawn, nuzzling closer.

“In the kitchen.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he didn’t glance up from the game as another green alien blob appeared on screen.

“I’m going to go see if he needs any help.”

You moved to get up, but the hand down your shirt quickly pulled out and wound itself around your waist, preventing you from moving.

“I’m under strict orders not to let you out of this bed.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, happy to rest your head against Jeno’s bare chest, but his abs were only so interesting.

“Can you hand me my phone?”

Dating two was a lot different than dating just one. You had to make compromises and things didn’t always work out flawlessly. For example, sleeping arrangements.

After dating for a while, the three of you had decided to get an apartment together rather than living in two separate apartments (because Jeno and Jaemin already lived together). It made sense, especially with their differing jobs and never having time to go on dates as a trio. When you’d first bought the apartment, you’d taken your queen sized bed from your old one, but that quickly ended in disaster, either Jaemin or Jeno ending up on the floor in the middle of the night after being kicked out of bed from a restless sleeper.

After finding one or both men snuggled up uncomfortably on the couch because the bed just wasn’t big enough for the three of you, you’d pooled your money and bought a larger, King sized bed. However, while this kept you all in bed without bruises, it also meant you were stuck under two blankets between two boys, both of which radiated heat like a space heater.

You’d find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, their arms wrapped around you, your shirt sticking to your back in sweat, which should have been an easy enough solution, just kick the blankets off. Problem was, when you did, you either squirmed so much it woke one or both of them up, or you ended up warm and toasty between two shivering boys. That was an issue solved with a ceiling fan, though it wasn’t perfect.

The newest issue, however, was always needing assistance to reach something. Rather than sleeping on a side with a night stand, you were constantly shaking them awake to ask for a sip of water from the nightstand or crawling over one of them to use the restroom. A solution to this problem didn’t seem so simple as the others. However, despite waking them up countless times in the middle of the night, they never complained. In fact, they almost seemed happy to do it, even when Jaemin was sluggishly pulling himself out of bed at 5am for work after a rough night.

Unwinding his arm from around your waist, Jeno reached for your phone on the nightstand, unplugging it, and placing it in your hands, wrapping his arm back around your waist and going back to his game.

Pressing a kiss to his chest in thanks, you unlocked your phone, smiling at the photo of the three of you at the beach, begrudgingly taken by Donghyuck who’d gotten roped into third-wheeling when Renjun had bailed at the last minute.

You opened your Tumblr account, shifting to hide your screen from curious eyes and you pulled up your initial feed, hearting posts and reblogging memes until you came upon a fic from your favorite blog <your favorite blog> featuring South Korean heartthrob, Jung Jaehyun.

Biting down on your lower lip, you took another glance at Jeno before letting your eyes scan greedily over the words, drinking them in. It wasn’t long before you were fully absorbed in the story that you didn’t realize Jaemin was calling your name until the phone was snatched out of your hands.

“Geez! You’d think you’d gone deaf!” Jaemin exclaimed.

You felt your cheeks heat up, nose twitching in embarrassment as you carooned into Jeno’s chest.

“What in the-”

Jeno cut himself off. You glanced up at him, curious as to what had shocked him, only for your eyes to widen when you found him gaping at your screen.

“What kind of filth-!”

“It’s called smut! And it’s not for you!” you cried, reaching for the phone, only to have it raised higher, out of your reach.

You huffed.

“When did you start reading that stuff?!” Jaemin gaped.

“Probably around the same time Jeno put that virus on your laptop!”

“Hey!”

“So you’re the culprit! I had to explain to my older brother why I had a virus from an adult site I’d never watched before!” Jaemin exclaimed.

He jumped on the bed, grabbed his pillow, and hit Jeno over the head with it, hitting you at the same time.

“Ouch!” you whined. “Stop it!”

Jaemin huffed and flopped down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jeno placed your phone back on the table and all was quiet until you turned to look at Jaemin.

“What were you calling me for anyways?”

He stared at you in confusion for a moment before perking up.

“Oh! Do you want orange juice or coffee?”

“Um… coffee duh! We started dating two years ago, right? Not yesterday?”

“I was just making sure!” he grumbled, crawling out of bed and stomping back to the kitchen.

When he was gone, Jeno leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I still want to know why you were reading filth about that idol…”

“Just forget it Jeno. You wouldn’t understand,” you groaned.

Not even a minute later, Jaemin was walking back into the room carefully balancing three trays in his arms. Jeno reached out to grab his own. Jaemin placed your tray over your lap and slid back under the blankets on your left. You sat up in bed and leaned close to press a kiss to the males cheek, only for him to turn at the last minute, capturing your lips.

He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek softly, drawing you closer as his tongue brushed over your bottom lip before pulling away, placing a lasting peck on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You nuzzled yourself closer, careful not to disturb the tray of food on your lap.

“I love you more,” Jeno, clearly dissatisfied with his lack of attention, stated moving up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapped one arm around Jaemin’s neck, the other around Jeno’s.

“I love you both the most.”

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fics-of-culture · 4 years ago

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Angelic Affections

Requested by anonymous

Gabriel x GN Reader

Summary: When Gabriel’s favorite human gets in an accident, Gabriel is forced to deal with his fear of loosing them as well as his own shortcomings. Slight angst with fluff ending.

Words: 2,876

You hummed softly to yourself as you stood in your room packing up your go bag. Your brother Sammy had stormed into the kitchen abruptly interrupting yours and Dean’s breakfast not 20 minutes ago with a new case.

“So get this,” Sam said as he stormed in, laptop in hand. “A string of mysterious deaths all revolving around an old, seemingly abandoned house in Nevada.” You groan in frustration, pushing away your half eaten cereal. How hard was it to get a nice morning with your brothers without having to worry about some ghost or ghoul interrupting it?

“Haunted?” Dean asked, only half paying attention. He took a sip of his coffee, looking awfully comfortable in his robe with his feet propped up on the table the two of you were seated at.

“Seems like it.” Sam replied, scrolling through an article on his laptop.

“You know the drill,” Dean slowly dragged his legs off of the kitchen table as he stood. “Wheels up in thirty.”

“You’ve been watching too many procedural cop shows, Dean.” You chime in as you stand up as well, turning to head to your room. Sam chuckled as Dean just scoffed indignantly at you.

“You know I hate that shit.” He muttered to himself. You just send your older brother a shit eating smile before heading out of the kitchen and into your bedroom.

You turn towards your dresser to pull out a pair of socks when your eye catches on the picture frame resting on top. It’s a polaroid of you and Gabe dressed in terrible matching Christmas sweaters grinning like a couple of dorks in front of a fireplace. You smiled at the memory. Gabe had gotten you a polaroid camera for Christmas last year after you complained that the angels had never had their photos taken before.

“I don’t see why that is an issue.” Cas had said, as oblivious as ever. The three of you were sitting on a couch in the DeanCave. You sat in between the two angels, body angled to face the befuddled angel.

“Well what if there’s a moment in your life that you never want to forget? It’s like being able to preserve the happiest times in your life.” Cas cocked his head at you as Gabe listened intently. You would’ve expected him to tease you for being so passionate about this, but he seems content just to watch the conversation unfold.

“An angel’s memory does not degrade like human’s do. We have no need for such reminders.” You just groan in frustration as Gabe chuckles beside you.

“That’s not the point, Cas.” Castiel just kept looking at you with that confused expression. You let out a sigh before shaking your head, defeated by Cas’s lack of understanding.

“Good luck with that one, honey. I think Cassy here is a lost cause.” The archangel places his hand on your knee as Cas casts a small glare towards him.

It wasn’t long after that incident that you opened one of your presents during Christmas to find the vintage camera. Upon opening it, Gabriel immediately insisted that the two of you take a photo. You put in the film as Gabe knelt beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him.

“Come on! Let’s take the picture already!” Gabriel exclaimed impatiently. He had been hyperactive all morning (You suspected that he had been sneaking Christmas cookies when you weren’t watching) and it was becoming difficult to keep up with him.

“Give me a second! I need to set it up first.” Gabriel simply tugged the camera out of your hands. Truly the angel didn’t have a patient bone in his celestial body. He flicked the camera on and you only had a brief moment to smile at it before the picture was taken. The flash had caught you both by surprise and had you blinking the spots out of your eyes for the next few minutes. But when the picture came out, you couldn’t deny that it was perfect. You had taken several photos of your boys that day, but only that photo had gotten its own frame and a special place upon your dresser.

Suddenly you feel a presence behind you. A warm breath brushes against the back of your neck and the hairs on your arms stand up. Despite knowing that you should be attacking the intruder, a part of you felt calmed by the presence behind you. So instead you just waited to see what would happen.

“Whatya lookin’ at there, sugar?” You let out a sigh of relief as you recognized Gabe’s voice whispering in your ear. You can’t help but feel a blush stain your cheeks as you noticed just how close he was standing. You turn around and shove him away from you in retaliation for sneaking up on you. You avoid his eyes as he shoots you a playfully offended look.

“I was looking at that dorky expression on your face.” You tell him as you gesture to the photo. You continue your task of packing as Gabe picks up the picture frame to take a better look.

“Well excuse me princess, but I see two dorky faces in this picture.” You just rolled your eyes as he shakes the photo in your direction. Focusing back at the task at hand, you bend over your bed to place your socks in your pack. With your back turned to the trickster angel, you miss the way his eyes slide down your form before quickly turning away to place the photo back down.

“I still don’t see why you wanted that picture taken so badly. I’m pretty sure my hair wasn’t even combed!” You turned to look at your angel. His whiskey colored eyes were crinkled in amusement.

“Does an angel need a reason to want to take a picture with his favorite human?” You playfully rolled your eyes as he said this. It wasn’t a new occurrence, him referring to you as his favorite human. He seemed to work it into every conversation the two of you had, as though he felt the need to subtly remind you how much you meant to him. The two of you hadn’t always been this close. In fact, when the two of you first met, you regarded him mainly with suspicion. This suspicion quickly turned into a deep seated hatred for a time after he forced you to live through your brother dying over and over again. It actually wasn’t until Gabriel gave his life that you started to think that your hatred may have been misplaced. Although you had barely known him, a part of you had mourned your tormenter turned savior. As you had falsely assumed that you would never see him again. Cut to 8 years later when Ketch delivered an incredibly alive Gabriel to you. You had spent the next few days taking care of the broken archangel. For some reason, you were the only one Gabriel would allow to get close to him. Although he refused to speak, you could feel a tension rising between the two of you. It all came to ahead when Asmodeus broke into the bunker and almost killed you. Gabriel miraculously got his mojo back and smited Asmodeus where he stood for even laying a finger on you. You and the newly healed trickster had been “joined at the hip” as Dean puts it ever since.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got my favorite human’s favorite show queued up on my laptop right now. What do you say we snuggle up with some popcorn and lay in bed all day.” You giggle as Gabe wiggles his eyebrows as he steps closer to you.

“Honestly that sounds amazing, but we have a hunt.” Gabe just groans in disappointment before dramatically plopping on your bed. “And after last time, Dean says you’re not allowed to come with us anymore.” You watched as Gabe made himself comfortable on your bed.

“Hey, that wasn’t my fault! You brother just doesn’t have a sense of humor.” You zipped up your pack and picked it up. You looked back at Gabe, noticing the candy bar that miraculously appeared in his hand.

“Just stay out of trouble and we can watch tv when I get back.” Your angel just let out an indignant huff as you placed a kiss on his forehead and headed towards the door. “And no eating in my bed!” You smile softly at the disappointed groan you hear behind you.

“Stay safe, sugar.” You hear him chime out before you walk out.

“I always am.”

Gabriel had spent the last week lounging around the bunker waiting for you to get back. Well, lounging and rigging up a few surprises for the boys. But despite the inevitable boredom that comes with staying in one place too long, Gabe couldn’t find it in himself to leave until he saw you. This hunt had come up at the most inopportune moment possible. As well having a good Netflix and chill (Gabe knows you hate it when he says that but he just can’t resist), the archangel had also planned to talk to you that night. Yes, the larger than life angel/trickster had finally worked up the courage to confess his feelings to you. Gabriel’s face scrunches up at the thought. Usually he’d be content to avoid any and all conversations involving feelings, but somehow you managed to wiggle your way under his skin and he needed you to know how much he cared for you. He couldn’t help but care for you after you nursed him back to health. You had seen him at his most vulnerable, and you didn’t leave him or try to take advantage of him. You just sat quietly with him. Taking care of his injuries and pulling out his stitches. It wasn’t until sometime after he was healed that he realized how much he loved you, and how super boned he was for falling for a Winchester. So he planned to confess over tv and snacks, but of course the life of a hunter is never that straightforward. So naturally you were whisked away on a case, leaving Gabe behind to wait impatiently for you to get back. The trickster had actually been setting up a fun little surprise in the moose’s shower when he heard the bunker door slam open.

“Well it’s about time.” Gabriel stated as he appeared before the Winchesters. It wasn’t until that sentence left his lips that he properly surveyed the scene before him. You were being held in Dean’s arms as the two brothers pushed by him without saying a word. It wasn’t the sight of you being carried that jarred him into silence. Hell, it wasn’t even the copious amount of blood covering you and the older Winchester that shocked him. (He had seen you covered in blood on multiple occasions.) It was the way your skin looked pale and cold, as though you were already dead. Somewhere in his mind, it registered that the brothers were headed to the infirmary, but before he could even think to follow, Castiel appeared before him. “What happened?” Cas could faintly hear Gabe ask. At this moment, the archangel Gabriel looked less like a divine being and more like a broken man. Cas had trouble looking into his eyes at that moment. The desperation behind them forcing the guilt to creep slowly back into Castiel’s mind.

“We thought it was just a simple haunting. It turns out a group of demons were using the site to lure hunters. The Winchesters fell right into their trap.” If Gabriel comprehended his brother’s words, he did not show it. For the first time in the hyperactive angel’s life, he just stood there. He did not move, he did not breathe. If a stranger were to look at him, they might mistake him for a statue. Cas continued on. “I managed to heal her in time, but I believe she will need rest.” With that, Gabriel was suddenly moving again. Swiftly turning to head towards the infirmary. He needed to see you. To see for himself that you would be okay. But he was quickly halted by a hand being placed on his shoulder. “I… do not think you should see her like this.” This caused Gabe to snap.

“And why’s that, Cas? Because you couldn’t protect her? Cause you couldn’t protect my… friend from a couple of rouge demons?” Gabriel was now standing toe to toe with Castiel, angelic energy flooding the room. “You failed her Cas. You don’t get to tell me what I should and should not do.” With that, Cas’s hand slid off Gabe’s shoulder and Gabe flew away towards the infirmary.

Waking up in the infirmary was a… surprise to say the least. Your head ached and your throat was painfully dry. You tried to sit up and call for someone but when you opened your eyes you noticed that the room was empty. Which was an odd sight because usually your brothers would take turns watching over you whenever you got injured. You assumed that something must have happened… until you heard the voices outside.

“No! You don’t get to storm in here blaming everyone else for your shit!” Dean was shouting at… someone? You couldn’t really tell who or what the conversation was about. It only took you a moment before your questions were answered.

“Ha! my shit? You’re the one who almost let your sister get killed. Again.” Dean was arguing with Gabriel. Which in itself is not surprising, but it’s very rare that Gabriel truly shows anger during these fights. But you can tell by the way his voice is quivering that he is upset.

“She’s a hunter,” Dean continues. “This is our job. So no, you do not get to blame me for this when really, you're mad at yourself for not being there to protect her.” The conversation goes quiet after that. You hear a sigh and footsteps walking away. Slowly, the door to the infirmary is pushed open. It’s safe to say that you’ve never seen Gabriel this sullen since he’d gotten his mojo back. His head hangs down to the floor as he quietly shuffles into the room. His eyes are sunken and laced with unshed tears. You’re not quite sure what to say. Luckily, you don’t need to because at that moment, Gabriel lifts his head and meets your gaze.

“Y/n?” He speaks your name so softly that your heart almost breaks. “How long have you been awake for?” He rushes to sit by your side.

“A couple of minutes.” You say quietly, your voice still hoarse from disuse. Gabe silently hands you a cup of water that was sitting on the side table.

“Why didn’t you call anyone?” You took a sip from the cup before handing it back to him.

“You guys seemed… busy.” Gabriel grimaced a bit as you said this.

“You heard that?” Gabe sighs as you nod your head in confirmation. He rests his hand on your knee as the two of you sit in silence for a moment. You try to crack a joke to release some of the tension.

“It’s nice to know that you’d care if I died. Sorta assumed you’d be halfway to Vegas right now.” That statement draws a little chuckle out of your angel.

“You know, I’ll smite you if you ever repeat this to anyone but… Dean was right.” Gabriel fixes his warm eyes on you as he speaks. “I am furious with myself for not being there. You’re my human. I should’ve been there to protect you.” It’s almost jarring to see Gabriel looking this vulnerable. You’re not quite sure what to say. So you don’t say anything. In a moment that catches the both of you off guard, you surge forward to wrap your arms around the broken looking angel. He lifts his arms after a moment to hold you back and you just rest against his chest for a while. Just allowing yourself to be held by your angel. You feel him press a kiss to your head and you sigh in contentment. Despite the soreness of your body, Gabriel’s presence feels like a relief.

“I love you, you know.” You freeze as you feel him whisper the words into your hair. You draw your head up to look Gabe in the eyes once more. You can tell from the way he’s avoiding your gaze that he’s nervously waiting for your response. You lean in slowly and Gabriel sits frozen, waiting for your next move. You can’t even feel breath coming from him. Slowly, you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too.” You whisper back once you pull away. The two of you don’t stay separated for long as the angel pulls you back for a more heated kiss. The two of you break apart after you realize that you desperately need air. Gabe chuckles as you gasp for breath.

“Well I’ll tell you one thing, honey.” He says as he pulls you flush against him. “You’re never going anywhere without me ever again.”

#reader insert #spn #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #gabriel imagine #gabriel x reader #spn gabriel #spn gabriel x reader #gabriel

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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You Rewrote My Ending (ABCD Friendship) - Candy Cane

A/N: so glad i finished this today!! i have two other wips im currently working on, and im so thankful for @chaoticnachokitten for beign a cheerleader and beta for this one!!! thank you!!! you can follow me at @sillylittlecandycane if you so please <3 enoy :3 Summary: After a long week, the four bffs finally get a chance to relax.

Adore has had what feels like the absolute longest week ever. She knows Courtney was struggling too, Bianca’s texts sound grumpier than usual, and Darienne hasn’t been texting enough, which basically confirms for Adore that they all need to get together asap.

The youngest of the four sends the absolutely most pathetic text she can think of to the group chat, then boom! Next thing she knows, Darienne’s inviting everyone over to her place, Courtney is making sure Bianca’s bringing rich lady alcohol, and Adore is calling in their pizza order to be delivered to Darienne’s.

As the two musicians rush around the house gathering their things before the Uber arrives, Adore remembers at the last minute to poke her head into Trixie’s bedroom so at least one of their other roommates knows where they’re going.

“Hey Trix?” Adore says before she’s even looking in, the second she does look though…

Katya and Trixie are shoulder to shoulder in the latter’s bed, laughing their asses off over something on the laptop situated on their laps. Adore doesn’t quite know what she’s seeing, it’s definitely not the first time they’ve acted like this, but it is… different.

“What’s up?” Trixie says, still coming off the high of laughter.

“Courm and I are headed to Darienne’s for the night, I dunno when we’ll be back-”

“Cool, have fun!” Trixie cuts her off a bit too quickly.

Adores glances between her roommates, deciding she’d much rather go get cuddles from her favorite shady elephant than psychoanalyze these two psychos.

“Kay, bye!” Adore grins, slinging her backpack over her shoulder to meet Courtney at the front door.

Courtney looks exhausted, even if her makeup is totally perfect, and Adore is really, really worried for her. Her shoulders are a little too slumped, her hair is just a little too messy, her voice just a little too groggy… Adore hates it. She cannot wait for their night of relaxation to start.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. They get the text from their Uber, rush outside and climb in, then after a bumpy, curvy, wild ride from a seemingly normal driver, the roommates tumble out of the car a little worse for wear, but fine.

Courtney is the one to knock on the door of Darienne’s townhouse that lies at the very edge of the city. Bianca is the one to open it for them, holding a large glass of wine and wearing an expression of fondness and exasperation.

“It took you long enough,” the older woman snorts, “Even the fucking pizza guy beat you two.”

“Our Uber driver was probably insane,” Courtney sighs, accepting Bianca’s hug as she walks into the familiar home.

“Yanks!” Adore shouts before practically launching herself into Bianca’s arms, pressing her face into the crook of her friend’s neck, feeling warm and safe in the embrace.

Bianca runs a hand through Adore’s tangled, dyed-red hair, “Missed you too, bitch.”

Adore throws her head back in free, happy laughter, she’s definitely missed her best friend this week, and it feels so good to be with her again. The singer looks up to see Courtney leaning against Darienne, who looks just as tired as the rest of them. Adore is kind of excited to hear about why everyone’s just had a collectively sucky week or day. Those three are hilarious when ranting while drunk, and she could really use a good time.

Adore grabs Bianca’s hand so that they can go and join Courtney and Darienne in a nice, big group hug. They all hold onto each other tight, a firm reminder that their friendship is unshakable, and that one bad week can’t hurt any one of them.

They pull apart after a few minutes, then Adore looks out into the kitchen curiously.

“So… the pizza’s already here?” she asks cheekily.

“Go get your fucking food, you needy bitch, because once you’re done I’m going after your nasty hair,” Bianca says in her typical motherly way, reaching up to ruffle Adore’s hair.

Darienne rolls her eyes, “Hey, don’t take too much of my good wine either! I’m old, I’ve lived long enough to deserve it.”

Adore laughs out a “Yes, mom!” as she heads over to the kitchen, Courtney right behind her. Despite living in the same apartment, Adore doesn’t really get to see Courtney or talk to her as much as she wishes she could. Their schedules rarely line up, and Courtney has been spending more and more time out of town over the last couple months. Adore doesn’t think she would ever be able to say it out loud, but she’s terrified Courtney is going to move out of town with how much she’s been away lately.

And that would suck for so many fucking reasons! One, she’d have to find a fourth roommate, which, gross, talking to new people. Two, Courtney would be moving out. Three, Courtney wouldn’t even be in the same fucking city anymore! Adore doesn’t know what she’d do without being able to crawl into Courtney’s bed for cuddles at four a.m., or Courtney’s way too peppy early morning attitude. It would just suck.

Head spinning with worry, Adore grabs a couple pieces of the veggie pizza, then pours herself more wine then either of her old lady friends would approve of. Courtney follows behind her, the two lean against the kitchen counter, quietly enjoying each other’s company, eating pizza and sipping on wine.

Adore smiles when she hears Bianca and Darienne’s crazy laughing, and then giggles when the two of them tease each other as they storm into the kitchen.

“You two look pathetic,” Bianca says gruffly, arms crossed over her chest as she stares at them from the other side of the counter, “Let’s go watch Real Housewives or something, I wanna make fun of ugly bitches and I’ve already said all I can about everyone in this room.”

“Fine, but if anyone stains my sofas I’m going to lose my damn mind,” Darienne says, even though she’s already taking Adore and Courtney’s hands to lead them to her couches.

“Impossible, you lost your mind ten years ago,” Bianca retorts, sitting down on the end of the couch.

Darienne doesn’t say anything, but she’s laughing along with everyone else, and it’s really, really fucking good. After everyone’s situated on the couches, Adore curls up on the floor against Bianca’s legs, her cheek resting on her friend’s knees. Bianca absent mindedly runs her fingers through Adore’s matted, messy hair while Courtney and Darienne argue over what to watch.

“Ugh, your hair’s a mess, kid,” Bianca complains, “I can hardly put my fingers through it!”

“I’m too tired to brush it though,” Adore whines.

“Well I told you earlier I’d take care of it for you,” Bianca reminds her, trying not to smile at the way the younger perks up.

“Thank you…” Adore mumbles, her face pressed tight against Bianca’s knee.

Bianca smirks, “You gotta let me up though so I can get a hairbrush.”

“Nooooooo!”

“Then I can’t fix your hair, you lazy mermaid.”

“…Courtney?” Adore asks hopefully.

“I’m not getting up,” the Aussie says, snuggling further into the soft cushions of Darienne’s couch, her cheek resting on said friend’s shoulder.

“Count me out too,” Darienne says, her tiredness from the week extra heavy in her voice.

Adore groans and rolls off of Bianca’s legs, her back resting against the couch so that Bianca can get up. Bianca pats the top of Adore’s head before she gets up, and Adore’s eyes drift to the TV, which is playing some over dramatic reality show. It’s perfect for this kind of night.

Before she even has time to miss her Willow too much, Bianca is back and tugging the younger in between her legs so that she has a good angle to take care of the rats’ nest Adore is currently calling her hair. Darienne and Bianca start a back and forth banter over the craziness happening on screen, while Courtney intermittently interjects and Adore laughs along with her friends, immensely enjoying the gentleness of Bianca’s fingers and the methodic, soothing motions of the brush.

No one is sure when, but Adore quickly starts dozing off against Bianca’s legs, and only moves when Bianca tugs her up onto the couch. Adore winds up with her head in Bianca’s lap, and her long legs sprawled across Courtney’s and Darienne’s. They tease her a little at first, loving and good natured, but are quick to give it up once they realize she really is falling asleep in B’s lap.

“Poor kid is just completely worn out,” Bianca mutters as she works on an extra difficult knot.

Darienne sighs, “Yeah, one of those weeks for us all…”

“This was the first full week I’ve been home in months. I’m really glad to be back, but I think it’s just made me realize how tired I am from travelling,” Courtney admits.

Darienne squeezes her hand sympathetically, “Don’t overwork yourself, that’s how you turn out to be a bitter old bitch like Bianca and I.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bianca chortles, brushing Adore’s hair gently, “I was two times worse than you are, ya know, and I didn’t really have anyone around me telling me to calm down. So take the advice now, and maybe a vacation while you’re at it.”

Courtney smiles fondly at Bianca, and leans over a conked out Adore to give her a one-armed hug, “You are much more of a sweetheart than you want anyone to know.”

“You don’t gotta rub it in my face,” Bianca says with an eye roll.

“Oh no, we will be holding this over your head for the rest of time,” Darienne teases.

“You’re one to talk,” Courtney smirks, “And I’d say it’s less of a secret with you.”

Darienne feigns a scandalized expression, reaching up to grasp at her heart, “Courtney! How could you?” Courtney’s shoulders shake with laughter, causing her to accidentally jostle Adore, which in turn makes the youngest of the four groggily protest being woken.

“What the hell…?” Adore whines, her cheek squished against Bianca making her words almost unintelligible. Bianca pets through Adore’s hair to soothe her back to sleep while whispering to her, pointedly ignoring the looks from the other two ladies as she does so.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Courtney says, nothing but awe and amusement in her voice.

“As long as she doesn’t figure it out I’ll be fine,” Bianca jokes, not denying it.

“From that first day at that damn club…” Darienne says, reminiscing already.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Bianca complains, wrinkling her nose, still detangling Adore’s hair even though it’s almost perfectly smooth now.

Courtney grins mischievously, “Remember how much you couldn’t stand me? Or Adore? I think Darienne you liked from the start, but that’s because she’s just your type of person.”

The older woman rolls her eyes fondly, “Yeah, I remember. You two were so fucking annoying, and if it hadn’t been for Darienne being the most tolerable bitch in the building I probably would’ve strangled someone.”

“That sounds about right,” Adore mumbles sleepily. The other three chuckle and Bianca brushes back Adore’s hair from her face.

“I remember hating all three of you immediately,” Darienne jokes, the others laughing along with her, “I only like people with good taste in makeup.”

Courtney gasps in faux offence, Adore sniggers into Bianca’s lap, and Bianca continues the banter, “What does it mean now that we’re your best friends?”

“That there’s still hope for you guys yet.”

Courtney nearly falls into Darienne’s lap from laughing so hard. Maybe they’re all over-doing it on the wine, but they’re having too much fun to consider slowing down. Courtney hasn’t felt so relaxed and happy in weeks, and she can’t help but to regret not calling Bianca sooner.

She sighs and curls closer into Darienne, “So what happened with you this week?”

Darienne hums boredly, “Just my boss being shitty, but what’s new? Oh, and that guy I met on Facebook turned out to be completely worthless.”

“It’s not your fault the people around you are awful,” Courtney says sympathetically, “You deserve better than anyone like them.”

“You know what? I do,” Darienne agress confidently.

“I’ll beat them up for you,” Adore offers, lifting her head up just enough to be heard.

“Now that’s a fight I’d like to see,” Bianca grins.

“I’ll send you addresses next week,” Darienne says, patting Adore’s calf, which is still sprawled across her lap.

“I love you, Darienne,” Adore sing-songs loudly.

“Bitch, stop moving so much I’m trying to fix your hair,” Bianca complains.

“I love you, too, Bia!”

Courtney rubs Adore’s back softly, “Awww, what about me?”

Adore quickly sits up, causing Bianca to grumble in surprise, and turns herself so she’s nose to nose with Courtney, “Courm, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know where I’d be without you so please, please don’t move out because I can’t function when you’re not around-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Courtney frowns, placing her hands on Adore’s shoulders to steady the younger girl, “Move out? What are you talking about?”

Adore’s eyes water, and she swallows hard, “I know you’re planning on moving out because you’re always out of town, and you’ve been getting a lot of mail from this one company, and I just… Please don’t go, Courtney.”

Courtney throws her arms around Adore’s neck and pulls her in for a tight, loving hug, “I’m not going anywhere, Adore. I promise. I’m sorry that it looks like I may be planning on moving out, but I swear I’m not.”

“Thank God,” Adore mumbles, snuggling closer to Courtney.

Bianca rolls her eyes, but they all know she really does find it sweet, “Alright, now that the mushy shit is sorted, Adore can you get your fucking knee off of my appendix?”

Adore rolls herself off the couch and onto the floor with a yelp, “I’m okay!”

Courtney giggles, “Bianca, appendixes are so old-fashioned. If you want I can recommend you a surgeon to get rid of that.”

“Of course you can, you cunt,” Bianca says, playfully slapping Courtney’s arm.

Adore looks up at her three very best friends. She wouldn’t trade them for the whole world, not ever. They’re too perfect, too perfect for someone like her, but somehow they’re still hers. So she’ll take what she can get, and accept it for what it is.

She loves them, and she knows they love her too.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #darienne lake #abcd #biadore #fluff #light angst #lesbian au #cisgirl au #s6 #you rewrote my ending #candy cane #concrit welcome

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albino-whumpee · 3 years ago

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The boss´ herding dog

You can thank insomnia for this one. Also, my need to show an aspect of Albus I´m DYING to explore on the arc after For you. This is a few weeks after the whole photos fiasco. Sann has barely started to learn sign language so he will sound a bit cut(?).

Taglist: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker

CW// Slavery, dehumanization, suggestive language to taunt, manhandling, blood, angry caretaker, workplace bullying, conditioning, pet whump, mentioned ableism and negative views on stimming, mentioned past noncon and fucky victim self blaming (it was necessary kind of fucky)

It was odd for him to show the collar around. People stared, people whispered. Albus would hear them talk about him on his back all the time now. But he would keep working. As it was what his owner bought him for. He knew that. He knew it and yet…

“Do you really have to go, Tony?” He asked the man putting his things inside a cardboard box. As he scratched his wrist over the leather band Sasha gave him to cover the number. He frowned at the clean desk, the walls that had been decorated with flyers ideas and visual references, the drawer with his snacks too were gone. All fitted inside the trash bag the lady had put into her cart a few moments ago.

It was a quick clean up so the box was almost empty. His analogue clock, his sketchbooks, his computer, tablet, photos of Sasha and him, of his family and even one that included him looking awkward as Sasha hugged him and Tony took the photo with his phone.

It was funny how much of a life could fit inside a box.

The man shrugged, pulling the box over the empty desk. “I hit the boss’ son. I have to, buddy” Albus lowered his head. If he hadn’t…he shook his head. There wouldn’t have been a party in the first place if he hadn’t. He had been good, but sometimes, it wasn’t enough to be more than that. Tony’s wide hand squeezed his shoulder “It’s not your fault, Al. I promise I hit that bastard because he deserved it. But is annoying because I didn’t have a brick to build him a prettier face” he joked making the albino smile. The other smiled too, opening his arms “Hey, Al can I hug you? I’m gonna miss you man”

The albino didn’t need to be asked, not from him. But it felt good to know he had an option. “Im gonna miss you too” Albus pulled his arms around his waist and squeezed. Sinking on his chest. After a moment they pulled apart and Tony dig through his things to take out the bags of snacks to put them on his arms. “Sasha will keep them on her office now”

“You know she’s never there”

Tony grimaced “But she lets her office open. You can take them and come to have lunch with us” Albus mouth opened to say Zarai wouldn’t- hadn’t allowed him to do that. Even if he went grocery shopping with his ID… “I talked with her. With miss Montenegro. She said it’s alright if you came with us. Just to notify her before you go” Tony smiled. He had his jaw on the floor. Always helping him like that… he couldn’t help but go for another hug.

“Thank you” the albino muttered as the man ruffled his hair.

“And how’s Sann? Everything going ok?” Albus scratched his neck as Tony sat on the chair. They still had time before the new guy came. Tony crossed his arms “He’s having a hard time isn’t it?”

“He’s adapting…slowly…”

They had been eating on the floor with Sann for a while now. Until they could get him to sit at the table. “It was a full conversation to tell him to not be naked in the house...and that he could sleep in my bed alone without...earning it...” that made a vein pop out Tony’s forehead.

“That pervert bastard” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah… At least he’s doing very well with Sasha’s lessons. Told me about this new book he´s reading in signs!” the albino smiled remembering how happy he had looked to see them come back the first few days. The book pile over his nightstand growing and growing as the days went by. For some reason calculus text books from Zarai’s days at college and an old encyclopedia had caught his attention.

It had become normal for him to work on the laptop on the studio’s sofa and have Sann sitting next to him on the floor reading. Sometimes, he mindlessly hanged his arm only to find Sann leaning on to it. He had tried not to touch him, to pull away, but he had caught his hand and pulled it to his head. Sloppily signed it felt good when he did that.

“And how are you feeling?” Tony suddenly asked taking him by surprise. His face was knit with a bit of worry.

Albus forced a smile “I’ll be fine” he replied. The other hummed.

“Don’t forget Jeremy is also there and half the trainees adore you. If you need help” Albus nodded bitterly. Lee had stopped talking to them entirely. Wouldn’t listen to her tasks unless another person told her. A few people had become like that towards him now.

Because he was a box boy and would always act keeping his owner´s pleasure in mind like a loyal dog, he had heard them say. And they were right. He had been trained to have his owner’s safety as his maximum priority. If Zarai was in danger, he wouldn’t doubt a second to switch places.

Albus had to say goodbye to Tony that day to welcome days of dealing with the aftermath of what Robert had provoked.

Dealing with people letting things slip carelessly just to see him try to catch it, bossing him around, laughing when he did all the tasks, when it was “just a joke”. Having almost a heart attack upon finding a dog plate full with dog food over his desk with a note that said “for the boss’ puppy” he had to throw away and clean before Zarai saw it. Going to more public zones was tricky now. He was fine with the rumors. But hearing two trainees talk about their lack of promotions and suddenly seeing him enter the room to use the copying machine went really uncomfortable when he overheard one sigh.

“At least I don’t get deals by making my pet sleep with them” Albus hand crunched the pages on his hand and slammed them on the machine before he turned to them. Recognizing the dirty blonde who had talked as Galván. A guy who had graduated from a top college because his parents could afford it with pocket money and worked there because his uncle made a few calls.

“Ma’am´s position was earnt through her own hard work and years of experience. I would be very happy to remind you, you will need either her or my signature to have your degree after four years of dropping college, so you can find any other job than just an internship someone gave you” the guys snorted.

“What? Puppy boy can actually bark?” The other guy went, a black haired guy with a wiry body type and at least two heads taller than him. He vaguely reminded him of handler Harry. His primary handler. The one who supervised his whole training, and the one to make him stop circling his thumbs, wiggle his leg or tap when he was nervous. Until eventually it came back and Zarai said nothing. They started rounding him “Look at you, acting like you own the place” one of them reached to his neck and Albus stayed still as he uncovered the collar. Digging his nails into his hand “but you’re just the herd dog. Looking after your Master’s sheeps”

“By that logic, I guess the sheep should know they’re below the dog’s watch” the guy felt a chill seeing Albus’s crimson eyes gleam darkly. A grin crept to his face as he firmly put the guy´s hand away. “You were so slow at the beginning and asked me for help for something that took me two days to learn. It was me who helped you not get fired in your first week, wasn’t it? The dog with no degree” the guy scrunched his nose. Albus felt strange as something coiled inside his stomach and a white stinging pain formed behind his eyes “You better not stray from the herd and stay where I can see you”

“Shut up” the guy said pathetically, amusing Albus.

“Shut up what? Remember your manners” and Albus was bitterly reminded of training. Of the white rooms and the men who smiled when they shoved him to his knees. Who lifted his chin up and mouthed his instructions. The same he was saying now, echoing through his memories “You will refer to your superiors with respect. And when they ask you to do something, whatever it may be, your only reply will be “yes, sir” understood?”

The other guy laughed at his friend. Picked his ribs before turning to Albus again.

“Well, aren’t you sharp? My uncle’s boxie is a dumb domestic who can’t even clean a spot right. Just mindlessly begs to be forgiven all the time” there was something on his smirk that made Albus’ skin crawl “he became a lot more fun when they taught him how he could be useful as a romantic” the boy´s eyes sparked with malice “Heard all the ordeal with the CEO’s pet and you, sir” Albus froze “But I need to know from you, sir. Do you herd him too?” He took a step closer to Albus in that same suffocating air as the handlers. Albus tried to control his breathing. It would be fine. Their conversation had gathered a few faces, as well. Quietly amusing themselves with the show “Do you make the Romantic say “yes, ma’am” to her when she’s using him? Or do you make him say that to you only? I heard you were a romantic too, so maybe, you’re just teaching him how she likes it so he can join in? Or maybe, he’s worse than that? He’s your pet sir?”

—

The sound of her heels made faces on the crowd watch on her direction. Many of them running away as soon as they spotted her. Giving her freeway to the middle of all the commotion.

“Take it back!” She heard Albus scream eraged, so atypical from him. It was a surprise to see Albus being held back by a trainee as another stood before him with his knuckles peeled red and covering his bloody nose. Two guys restraining him harder as they saw her. Albus spit a bit of blood as he shouted “You know nothing about him! Take it back!” He jerked against the guy restraining him.

“Mister Serra stop!” the blonde trainee said putting his all into not letting go even as he squirmed so violently. Kicks in the air just to get an inch closer.

“NO! He has no right to say that about him! He doesn’t know shit about us! None of you do!” He screamed at the top of his lungs “Let- ngh, Let me go Jeremy!” He said through gritted teeth. “I need to knock some sense up that stupid head of-“

“Hear this out, the dog wanting to explain to me about a cocksleeve!” He cut him, just making Albus fight harder.

“Enough!” She hollered coming to his line of sight. Freezing them completely. Some people had taken out their cameras and she snatched one phone out of their hands. “What is this? A high school quarrel? You’re adults in the working force, gentlemen” she let it sink, seeing how Albus went stiff and trembled since the moment he spotted her. Zarai turned her head to the trainee with the bloody nose “We wont send some little piece of paper for your parents to sign, you go straight out” Albus eyebrows knit in horror stopping to struggle.

“No, please wait, ma’am” he whispered shakily as Jeremy balanced letting him go.

“I dont even need to know who started. you’re fired. Get your stuff out now” she said pointing to the widened eyed trainee as Albus suddenly collapsed on the floor. “All of you better erase those videos right now unless you are sure you can face the consequences.” She growled loud enough for the crowd to let a thick quiet settle. She knelt in front of Albus and he flinched wildly when she approached her fingers to his neck.

“Pl-Please, please no. Im, I, Im sorry, please! he, he said-“ he covered the collar with his hands. Trying to keep her from taking it away.

“I dont care what he said” she terminated before she took a napkin Jeremy handed her “Im not gonna take it away, are you ok? You took quite the hit there” he nodded slowly, somewhat relieved but not taking away his hand from his neck just yet. Albus kept looking at the ground as she wiped away some of the blood off his mouth. He saw her stand and talk again to the half dispersed crowd. “Most of you don’t know me very well yet. But have clear that I do not take lightly when my property is damaged and much less when the most capable member of my team has to endure your childish behavior” Albus head sank slowly as she kept talking. Nodding when Jeremy asked if he was alright and helped him up “I thought better of you. But you have proven to me not worthy of that right. I’ve had enough of this situation” she eyed every single frowned face, every guilty and compliant. “If I hear, or see, something like this happens again, or I find any of you trying to start a fight or bullying others, I will have them personally seen outside the building after signing their resignation letter and put you on the blacklist of candidates myself. Are we clear?”

“But what about-“

“Are we clear, Miss Lee?” Zarai directed to the black haired girl among the crowd. She stared at the ground while she nodded “Whoever refuses to accept this can come to my office to explain and sign their resignation. Thats all. Disperse”

She watched them walk away, before she turned to Albus “Follow me”

The albino´s heart leapt before he walked after her with his head down. His heart drummed at each step and seemed to halt to a stop when she opened the door for him. Albus stared into her eyes, but as many other times, she was unreadable when she cocked her head.

Clenching his jaw, he stepped inside and heard the door close behind him.

He had fucked up.

He had completely broken her trust in him and he would finally be punished.

What was he thinking? Mistakes weren´t allowed.

Zarai walked past him to a small cabinet behind her desk, but Albus had his eyes locked in the ground. Not wanting to see what exactly she would use to punish him until she was on it.

“On the desk” she ordered still rumminating through a metallic box. The boy breathed in deep before walking to her desk with shaky legs. The uncertainty of what would come just made his heart race faster. He sat on it obediently anyways.

“M-Ma´am, I´m so sorry…” he started, fear taking the worst out of him, his hands got damped in sweat.

“I know you are” she replied calmly before pulling his chin up with soft fingers “Lift your head, hun” Without meaning to, he flinched wildly at the sight of blurry fingers over him. Zarai fished his jaw and pressed slightly on each side, to turn his head up “Hey, hey, don´t move. I know it hurts but I need you to stay still so I can put it on” Zarai then poked his cheek with something cold, making him blink at the refreshing sensation on his skin. “Doesn´t hurt, right?”

He blinked confused at her, “L-Lidocain?” he said in the smallest voice she had ever heard.

“Uh-huh” she kept rubbing the gel over his bruising cheek. Completely frozen over the desk as she cleaned his busted lip. After a moment she closed the lid of the gel and put it back on the metallic box. He now recognized it as a first aid kit. After she put a bandaid she looked down to throw the package in the trash “You can come down now. How´s it?”

It took the boy a moment to reply, slipping off the wood desk with ease “Better…Thank you, Ma´am”

She hummed as she put the box away, sitting on her chair as the boy stood in front of her desk utterly transfixed in her calmness.

Albus kept eyeing her furtively. Worry visible as he kept rounding his thumbs. She took notice of it quickly and stopped herself from checking her computer to sigh. “Tell me”

“Im sorry for the trouble ma’am”

The woman lifted her eyes.

“No, Im sorry. I should have done this sooner, dont worry about it” she turned on her chair to face him. Lips parting and biting it for a second “You have been working for me for six months, Albus. You know better than this” the way he sank on his shoulders confirmed “I dont wanna know what they said because your reaction was probably justified. I trust you in that. But you can’t do this again, yes?”

“Yes, ma’am” he kept quiet for a minute before he dared speak up again “Ma’am?” he tried “Why wont you punish me?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“Would you want me to?”

“N-No… I mean- no, but-” the boy stammered, squeezing his hands tight as he lowered his head submissively “…But I won´t complain if you think I deserve it”

“That´s not going to happen. You did nothing that required punishment, Albus” she sighed.

“But I started…I punched him first” he admitted.

“Well…that’s certainly surprising” she found herself wondering how he had reached his face with his small height “But no. You won’t be punished for it. The guy was also getting on my nerves with that sly mouth. So maybe I should thank you”

The albino sneaked a little smile “Then…then will you keep me? Will I be able to keep working?” Zarai sighed and nodded. The albino looked shaken, capable of keeping his composure, as he went back to work later. She knew by just watching him automatically doing his chores and cleaning up when it was time to go with a blank face.

The elevator was quiet and the ride home even more. Zarai wasn’t exactly a feeler. But she knew the way his eyes were fixed on the floor as he waited for her to enter the house was empty. She gave him a headpat then. No words as she didnt even know what to say to him that would cheer him up. But still, he leaned on to it.

“Thank you, ma’am” he said when she took away her hand to open the door.

“Everything will be ok yeah?” she smiled at him before they entered the house. The boy trailing after her feeling a small blush on his cheeks. He could hear Cloude’s loud voice and smelled something very sweet. French toasts?

Sann came trotting to meet them. Wearing one of Cloude’s shirts that were too big for him and basketball shorts. He bowed to Zarai who gave him a headpat too and a smile before walking to the kitchen to greet Cloude.

“French toasts arent breakfast?” She teased.

“Time is a social construction. Its 10 am somewhere” Cloude thought french toasts were for breakfast too, but Sann had never tried them and frankly possibly neither Albus. Prepared them? Yeah for training surely. Eat them? Not so sure “Just a lil something after a hard day” he said to her before she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The freckled boy smiled wide before he spotted the bruise on his cheek.

“What happened?” He signed worry flooding his face as Albus shifted uncomfortably. Taking off his leather band as he remembered what the other guy had said. Anger threatening to come back. Sann noticed his knuckles were bruised too. “Hurts?”

“Nothing important” Albus shrugged. Looking away “Dont worry, it was just a scratch. but it looks ugly because…albinos bruise easily…” he said every word slower than the last, as his bitterness leaked through his words. Waiting for him to nod, to sign yes, for anything but him softly soothing his swollen knuckles.

“Easy or not, bruises still hurt” he signed as an affirmation, eyes losing focus to wonder back on memories. Sann looked up again before stroking his healthy cheek. “Wont ask how. Instead, Want some ice?” Sann smiled after signing. Just before noticing a tear rolled down Albus’s cheek. Then he frantically started to round his chest as an apology.

The albino shook his head not able to shake the smile off his face for the rest of the night. It was even more difficult as Sann finally sat on the border of the chair. Next to him. To eat french toasts for the first time and had Cloude laughing at their reaction. Even more as, deep into the night, he stroke Sann’s hair while sitting next to him reading the space part of the encyclopedia. Sometimes asking what a word meant and pouting when he didnt know. Taking out the dictionary and reading the meaning together.

The futon on his back didn’t feel so hard suddenly. Even if he managed to keep himself awake way after Sann left to sleep, he covered his eyes. After a moment, he passed his fingers around the leather collar on his neck. Loosened up to sleep like always. Still there. The physical permission to keep having all that. A cozy place to sleep, a job, friends as well as the insults and degradation.

What deemed him her property.

He had her words stuck in his mind all day. His Ma´am had made something clear that day but it didn´t make him feel better at all. It was just…so exhaustingly confusing. He didn´t understand how to be good for her, how to keep the punishments away. By some lucky strike he had managed to get this far without fucking up, but this was an strike and he knew better by now to think she would wait for a third to act.

Albus let out his breath as he covered his eyes with his hand. Feeling the warmth of his swollen fingers, he opened his eyest to stare at the knuckles with bandaids Sann insisted in putting after some ice and smiled before rolling over to face the door, covering his head with his arm like an instinct the handlers didn’t put in him, and closed his eyes to sleep.

For a moment, Albus swore to himself he would figure out his owner as he went by, even more carefully now. It would be ok. As long as he had that one person by his side, it would be enough.

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fandomlifechoseme · 4 years ago

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Your blog is adorable 🥴. Very saccharine~ Now, I have a question, how would Dick, Tim, and Jason react to their s/o reading fanfics on them?? Thank you! ❤️🖤❤️

Thank You So Much!!! I’m glad you like it!!!

Oh my gosh, I never realised how great of a fanfic this idea would be. Now because you didn’t specify I did some headcanons and a small scenario for each.

(H/n = Hero Name)

Dick

Ok, It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Someone just sent a link of a Kid flash x Nightwing

It was a quick read and lets just say...It spiralled

It could be classified as an obsession once you started googling x reader

He knew about it ever since he opened your laptop when you asked him to email himself a pic

His reaction was like a whole new world had opened up to him.

Now he emails you random fanfics he found.

His favourite ones are the Nightwing x H/n

I was at home one day and Dick was out being himself so I decided it was time to check out the Nightwing x H/n I’ve had in my recommended for like years. I got so deep into the story I didn’t even hear the front door open until Dick walked into our shared bedroom.

“Hello hot stuff” I say closing my laptop. I walked over to where he was awaiting his hug and I gladly gave him what he wanted. Without realising I quickly snapped a selfie. We looked hot.

“Dam babe look at us” He quickly glances at it and asks me

“Dam. Can you email that to me? I broke my phone on patrol tonight” After scolding him for breaking his phone for the third time this week, I tell him to email it to himself as I was gonna take a shower. As I hopped into the shower it clicked that I had told him to look at my laptop. Which currently was open to a NSFW chapter. I quickly raced out of the shower to Dick. Who was chilling on our bed scrolling through the page.

“I’m sending myself this too, Ok? Then maybe we can reenact it”

Tim

Here’s the thing about the fanfiction

You were scrolling through Tumblr, Just chilling

When a Tim Drake x Reader popped up

This got you interested because

You expected there to be Red Robin fanfiction but not any Tim Drake Fanfiction.

It was pretty well written so You clicked on the blog where you found a jackpot

Red hood x reader? Check!

Nightwing x reader? Check!

Red Robin x reader? Check

But almost all of the blog was covered in

H/n x Tim Drake or

H/n x Red Robin or

H/n x Reader.

Well since it was a fan you decided to read them.

They obviously shipped you with Tim so you decided to share it with him.

When he was blushing like crazy you thought he was embarrassed about there being fanfiction about him until he muttered.

“That’s My Blog”

Running into Wayne Manor at full speed. I was lucky Alfred opened the door because I had my laptop open and I would of broken it if I ran into the door. I might of gotten hurt but I’m focusing on important stuff. I continued my run until I located Tim’s room. As per usual I opened the door not expecting to see almost the entire family minus Alfred. Pretending socialising didn’t bother me I ran over to Tim.

“What’s Wrong Y/n?”

“Nothing's wrong, I just found this blog on Tumblr, It has Red Robin fanfiction and Tim Drake Fanfiction. It also has Fanfiction about you guys. But like it’s weirdly specific.”

“What do you mean, Weirdly Specific Y/n?” Says Dick, Who is used to fanfiction written about him.

“It says here, I headcanon that Nightwing has a daughter who came from the future, Named Nightstar” That shut him up completely.

“We have to check the entire batcave. Someone is getting intel out to th-” Bruce started to say. He got cut off by Tim

“There’s no need Bruce.” His face was redder than a tomato peel. We have to question him before he blurts out

“IT WAS A DARE! STEPHANIE AND I WROTE FANFICTION BECAUSE WE WERE DARED TO! AND I KEPT WRITING H/N X RED ROBIN BECAUSE I LIKED IT!!!”

Jason was the first to start dying of laughter.

Jason

Jason had been away for too long

You started to miss him

So you may of typed ‘Red Hood X Reader’

It may have been your coping method for when he went away for a long time

Reading may of become writing...

Then your fanfictions began to grow in popularity

So one day while you were reading some Red Hood X Arsenal,

You got a text message from Kori

‘Jason is almost home’

You expected that meant at least two minutes so you kept reading

But he waltzed into the room nearly ten seconds later.

When he realised what you were reading...

Expect LOTS of teasing.

I was finishing the last chapter of a really good Red hood x Arsenal when I got a text message from kori, She told me Jason was going to home soon. I got really excited because he had been gone for so long this time. But my brain wouldn’t let me continue life until I knew Ro- I mean Arsenal lived in the fanfiction. So I quickly started reading it. Before I could click off the tab tho, Jason waltzed into the room like he owned the place. Well he owned 50% of it. I went to shut my laptop very quickly but his hand held it open.

��What have we got here?” His eyes quickly scan over the screen. I tried to distract him with a kiss but he already saw it.

“Oho? What’s this y/n? You do this a lot when I’m gone, Don’t you” To spare myself from the teasing I did the one thing I knew would distract him. I leant over in my most seductive pose and said

“I was really excited for your return Red Hood” In my most lustful voice. As I expected it worked. He threw my laptop onto the other side of the bed and pulled me close so his mouth was at my ear.

“We will discuss that later”

#batfam #dc #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #batfam x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #batfamily #batfamily x reader

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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[ waking up hard ] requested.

@jaiuneamesolitaiire: (bc iM still not over sleep humping Tae). he wakes up with a hard on.

warnings: dry humping, (slight) somnophilia, cum in pants, suggested penetrative sex, heavy petting, (slight) exhibitionism, mentions of drunk sex; angry sex, some stuff happens in a car.

A/N: requests for reactions are now open and without commissions. if you want to send a reaction request in, simply send me an ask!

NAMJOON

It has been weeks since you've properly seen your boyfriend. What with the comeback just around the corner, it really called for long hours at the studio or days spent in the practice room. He was always coming home beat, too tired to hold a conversation let alone have sex. Simply sliding into bed behind you, mumbling a goodnight before drifting off into sleep only to wake up early the next morning to repeat the routine again.

You missed him, of course, but you knew that this was what you signed up for when deciding to be the girlfriend of the leader of the World's biggest boy band. And you knew that he loved what he did, so who were you to stand in the way. It was just going to take some getting used to waking up in an empty bed, having breakfast alone.

This morning was a little different, though. Like normal, the sun shined through your flimsy shades, brushing against your face and filling your bedroom with warmth. You moved to stretch, preparing yourself to fix yourself some coffee, body stilling from the strong hold around your waist. All at once taking in the light breaths tickling the back of your neck.

Was today his day off or had he slept in late? You couldn't bring yourself to figure out the answer, quickly becoming overwhelmed with happiness. He was here and he was with you and holding you and snoring, getting the rest that he deserved. Who were you to ruin that by reminding him of the schedule he could be missing.

No matter the trouble he could get in, he needed to rest. He was perfectly fine here holding you close, leg over your thigh and hands on your stomach and hard dick pressed against your ass... wait. You tried to be subtle with the shift of your hips, only wanting to ensure that what you were feeling was actually what it was.

The sound of the groan that fell from his lips, followed by the upward thrust of his hips were answer enough. Murmurs words fell from his lips and you couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming of... you, maybe?

It had been so long since he touched you last, since you felt the delicious stretch of having him deep inside of you. So naturally, you did what any sexually frustrated girlfriend of a pop star would do and pushed back. Slowly wiggling against him until his covered cock was wedged right against the crack of your ass.

Joon was quickly shifting behind you, arms tightening around your waist as a whisper of a moan fell from his lips. He was blinking awake behind you, pressing himself harder against you. “What time is it?” His words came out groggy and whimpered, but your attention was so far from what he was saying, no your main focus was the stiffness between his legs.

With a shrug you were turning in his arms, hand finding the curve of his neck, taking in his sleepy eyes before capturing his soft lips into a loving kiss. “I'm sure you have enough time to rest a bit,” Words mumbled against his mouth, hands traveling from his neck down the front of his shirt. “Or something more,” Teeth biting into your lower lip as you looked up at him, hands reaching down to toy with the elastic of his shorts.

Namjoon grinned down at you, eyebrow arching as he leaned down to press his lips against yours fully. “Hm, you're right. I think I could make some time for that,” He spoke on a chuckle, hands inching up the front of your tank, as he moved his body closer.

JIN

He was always good about waiting for you when you were working late. Oftentimes falling asleep on Yoongi's couch while he waited for the two of you to be finished in the studio. No matter how often you told him it was fine, that he didn't need to hang around every night during this collab, he didn't mind it. Liked watching you work and liked seeing the look of satisfaction on your face after every session.

Tonight was no different. Yoongi sat in front of his laptop, putting the working adlib vocals into the track while you stood in the studio booth, headphones over your ear while you recorded whatever notes you thought would fit. Jin fast asleep on the couch, laid on his back, his arm over his stomach as quiet snores fell from his lips.

“Let's add some whoas for echo,” Yoongi's voice broke through the speakers and you were instantly nodding, vocalizing the tune in different ways, watching the look on Yoongi's face shift as he listened.

Yoongi was such a serious worker which was why you tried so hard to make sure you were doing a good job. Never arguing, trusting his artistic vision. You learned a lot from working with him and hoped that you could be as talented as he was soon.

He was nodding when he was satisfied, hand lifting to stop you. “I think that should be good for tonight. Thanks, Yn.” Reaching up, you pulled the headphones from your ears just as Yoongi was lifting himself from where he sat.

A small grin spread across his lips as he glanced down at you. “Why don't you get him tucked into a real bed, I'll see you tomorrow.” He was gesturing to your boyfriend with a laugh, a sound that you echoed.

“He's so nice, always waiting.” You commented. “He really likes you,” Yoongi grinned, reaching his hand to ruffle your hair, pulling a grin onto your lips. He was turning to lift his laptop from the desk, making his way to the door. “You did great today, we're almost done,” One last compliment before he was making his way out of the room.

With bounced steps you were heading over to Jin's sleeping body, a single leg slinging around his waist until you were perched up on his lap; straddling him. Palms finding his covered chest, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

A gesture that was intended to be innocent, a cute way to wake up your ever so dotting boyfriend, until you felt it. Twitching to life against your thigh as his nose scrunched from the feeling of your lips. Was he hard? This whole time? Or since you got on his lap?

Something entirely different, something more sultry fueled your motions as you leaned back down, lips finding the length of his neck. Open mouthed kisses pressed against his skin as you began to rock your hips against his, whimpered moans dying against his skin as you shifted to feel him better.

“Oh fuck,” You hissed, feeling him brush against your clit. The unintentionally loud words hitting his ears and making him stir. With heavy blinks, Jin's vision was quickly focusing on the bouncing girl on top of him. Your eyes screwed shut, lips biting into your lower lip as you rolled your hips.

His large hand landed on your hips, forcing your eyes to snap open as your movements stilled. “Don't stop on my accord,” He mumbled with a grin, lifting himself up into a seated position, mouth finding where your jaw met your neck.

Too stunned to speak, arousal buzzing through your veins, nothing on your mind but your nearing release. Jin picked up on that, all too aware with the way you got when you were turned on. “Keep going, I want to watch you make yourself cum,” His words hushed, cheeks tinting from the sound of them.

You were grinning, hands finding his shoulders as you began to move against him again, breathy moans slipping past your lips as he lifted his hips to meet yours.

YOONGI

Like most nights, Yoongi had fallen asleep with his head on your chest. A leg between yours and fingers hanging loosely off the hem of your shirt. You laid on your back, hand in his hair as your chest rose and fell. It was his favorite position to fall asleep in, part of you were convinced it had everything to do with his slight obsession with your breasts, but with how cute he looked asleep like this, you couldn't bring yourself to argue.

Not like your argument would hold much ground when it came to him. Whatever Yoongi wanted, he got and he made sure to make it well known around your small circle of friends or the millions of fans that were constantly screaming his name. You fell into both categories which made it that much harder to say no to him.

Sleeping like this, though, was more comfortable than you thought it would be. You quickly found yourself yearning for the weight of his head on your chest and an unbearable emptiness rising when he was not here to snuggle you. You just slept better this way.

So your annoyance was understood when you were being pulled from your peaceful slumber by a pair of wandering hands. At first, you were sure that it was all in your head, your sleepy mind playing tricks on you as you were being pulled from your slumber.

But there were things that your mind never seemed to get right and the exact feeling of Yoongi's cock was one of them. Pressed firmly against your thigh as hand slid underneath your shirt, inching higher and higher until he was able to grasp your bare breasts. Arousal pooled between your legs from the sound that left his lips, the breathy groan that had you squeezing your thighs together.

Quick to snap your eyes shut as his head lifted to check if you were awake, his face twisting with confusion but it quickly being forgotten as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Skilled fingers tugging and pinching at your hardening nipple as he began to buck his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the outside of your thigh.

“I know you're awake,” He spoke in that morning voice that always seemed to turn you to putty, but because you were such a committed actress you kept your eyes screwed shut, curious to see how far he'd go without interruption. “Not saying anything?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Yoongi was ripping his hand from your chest, the action shocking you but not enough to stir you; you knew him well enough to know what he was up to. The same smirk still playing on his lips, he reached his hand between your legs, easily wiggling his fingers under the lace of your panties.

“You're so wet,” He whined out, pushing his hips forward to create some friction for his pulsing cock. Fingers completely bypassing your wanting clit to stroke your damp folds, teasing your entrance but careful not to push his fingers inside. Without thought, you were spreading your legs for him, silently begging that he gave you more than he was willing.

“Want something?” He taunted, fingers sliding up to find your clit. He was moving his hips as he would while fucking you, groaning at the friction and creating small quick circles against the sensitive bud.

Your back was automatically arching, hips rounding forward as you tried to feel more of him. “Yoongi, please.” Eyes sliding open just in time to see the smirk on his lips grow into a smile.

All at once he was pulling his fingers from inside of you, hands working to push sweats from his hips. “I have thirty minutes before Hoseok starts collecting for practice,” He grinned, reaching for your waist to lift your body onto his. “And I would really like to watch you fuck yourself on my cock,”

HOSEOK

It wasn't the first time Namjoon was calling you to come collect your drunk boyfriend, although you wish it were. Hoseok was a lot of things, talented, artistic, comforting... but someone that could hold their liquor was not one of them.

He wasn't one of those wild drunks that went out and vandalized shit or cheated or anything like that, more of an emotional drunk that would loudly express his love for the people around him before passing out on someone's couch.

Most nights, it would be cool for him to spend the night, sleep it off and head home in the morning. But ever since Joon got a new girl in the house, you found yourself making the thirty minute drive more often than not to come collect the love of your life because his best friend wanted the house empty for him and the love of his life.

An annoying desire on Joon's part, never understood why the drinking couldn't just happen at your place since everyone knew how Hoseok got after a few beers. It would just save you the drive. And having to see Namjoon who never seemed to warm up to you no matter how much Hoseok promised he would.

Met with the signature bored expression and eye roll as he pulled the door open, Namjoon waved you inside. “He's on the couch. You need to be quiet, Hua is already asleep,” He pinned you with that disciplinary glare he was always pulling on the guys. As if you cared about that witch's sleeping habits.

Of course, she never gave you a reason to believe that she was a witch, but someone that would willingly date Kim Namjoon? Yeah, they couldn't be that great in character.

Joon led you all the way to the living room where Hoseok laid sprawled out on the couch, shirt riding up to reveal his well worked on abs and hair sticking up in all directions. “I'm going to bed, make sure to lock the door when you leave,” Nodding, halfheartedly, you waited until Namjoon was making his way up the steps before making your way toward your boyfriend.

“Wake up,” You mumbled, crouching to poke your finger into his side. “Wake up, baby. Time to go,” A second attempt with a harder poke when he didn't as much as stir on the first go around.

A grumbled response fell from his lips, body shifting before he was settling himself again. “Hoseok,” You tried, louder this time, shaking at his shoulder. Slowly, his eyes began to blink open, a sleepy smile taking over his features.

“I'm dreaming of my pretty girlfriend,” He announced to no one in particular, lazy hand lifting to brush his fingers against your cheek. From the dazed look in his eyes, you could pretty easily piece together that he was still drunk. It didn't matter, he could sleep it off in the car.

“You're not dreaming, baby. Let's go home where you can sleep comfortably,” You tried again when his eyes began to shut, hand reaching to push at his hip. You were not expecting to have your small hand grasped in his large on, him lifting it to his lips to press soft kisses against your knuckles. “I'm hard,”

Loud laughs left his lips at the end of his words, his eyes opening to take in your expression that was quickly shifting into one of intrigue. “You want to do it?” He followed your silence. “Right here, on Namjoon's couch,” That dopey grin of his was growing, lips wrapping around your finger leaving a wet kiss against it.

If anyone understood the distaste you had for Namjoon it would be Hoseok, easily picked up on the way you did things just to spite him. Having sex on his couch? Would definitely fall in that category. But at the same time you weren't completely insane.

“What if he comes down?” You uselessly wondered, already lifting yourself from your crouched position in front of him, maneuvering his body until you were able to comfortably sit on his lap. His hard cock instantly meshing against your covered slit.

“So what if he comes down?” He countered with a smirk and that was enough to convince you, get you to push down against him, a hushed moan falling from your lips from the friction. You could feel Hoseok's grin on your lips as he reached his hands up to grasp your ass, fingers gripping the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulling them down.

JIMIN

Jimin always made you feel loved. Heard. Seen. Special. He knew you through and through and he loved you with every fiber of his being, there was never any confusion with where you stood with him.

Which was why you were riddled with surprise when visiting him today. He knew that you were coming and even if he hadn't, you'd never guess he'd act the way that he was acting right now. Openly flirting with the pretty blonde that was supposed to stand cameo in Yoongi's music video. The same pretty blonde that spent more time with him that you could ever imagine, what with the fact that she was their stylist.

Now let there be no question, you trusted Jimin with your life. He never once gave you a reason not to, it was just that he was standing a little too close for comfort, laughing a little too hard at something that couldn't be that funny, allowing too many suggestive strokes of the shoulder to go unchecked.

Your disgust must've been written all over your features, Jin moving to stand beside you with a plastic coffee cup in hand. He handed the chilled drink over to you, a small smile spreading across his features.

“Why don't you just tell him to knock it off?” If his best friend with no romantic tie to him whatsoever was noticing the blatant flirting, there was no way all of this was just in your head, right?

He was flirting. Right in front of your face. Didn't even bother to check if you came to say hi, because he was too busy talking up this leggy bitch. And what was he even doing here? It wasn't like he was a part of the shoot? Just came to say hi and decided that a simple word took hours to deliver.

So you charged over, gave him a piece of your mind in front of everybody, despite the tint in his cheeks at the fact that he had just been caught you let him have it. He deserved it for acting the way that he had.

Now, you knew Jimin would never cheat on you... it just wasn't in his DNA, but that didn't mean you'd readily excuse flirting, allowing this hussy to think she even had the chance to steal him away. What did he think this was?

Jimin was rushing behind you after the dramatic way you splashed your iced drink in his face, effectively ruining his white t-shirt. You ignored his attempts to explain while entering the car, ignored his apologies the entire way home, ignored his promise that you were the only girl he had eyes on.

Banished him to the couch when he tried to climb into bed beside you. No way would you share a bed with the likes of him. You needed a moment to cool down, get your feelings in order before you were ready to wrap yourself in him again.

But that was hours ago. Now after 2AM and your king sized bed was feeling a little too roomy. You missed the rumble against your back as deep breaths let his lips while he slept, the strength of his arms around your waist. Wide awake with half the mind to go downstairs and propose sharing the couch.

Your pride was too strong for that, so you just laid there, staring at the ceiling as the minutes ticked by. Thinking, wondering if you had overreacted back there. If the drink in the face was a bit too much, no matter how much you wanted to do it since seeing it so often on TV.

Almost positive you had thought yourself into delusion with the sound of your bedroom door opening. The quiet, “Baby?” filling the room in your boyfriend's voice easing your worries. Jimin took careful steps toward the bed, “Are you awake?”

Nodding, you turned your head to the side to see him. He was quick to start up his apologies against, regret written all over his features. A soft smile was quickly spreading over your face, head shaking as you waved him over.

“It's fine, I'm not even upset anymore.” Jimin was quick rushing toward the bed, quickly sliding beside you. His arms wrapping around your hips as he planted soft kisses against the side of your face. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“I know,” Your head moved at his words, accepting the warm kisses with a large smile. He was quick with maneuvering his body onto yours, shifting your legs to either side of his hips as he pushed forward, covered crotch pressed against your panties.

“And you know you're so sexy when you're upset,” He pushed forward again, hardened cock somehow bumping against your clit perfectly. A soft moan fell from your lips, one that he was quickly swallowing with his own. “You want to?” His hips were moving against yours slowly, hands mapping out the sides of your body.

A quiet giggle was leaving your lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you nodded, reaching down to the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling the fabric from his body.

TAEHYUNG

Apparently, dating Taehyung meant more than just having him as your boyfriend. He was something of a package deal and that package included going on impromptu road trips with his friends and not offering up a single complaint.

Now you loved road trips as much as the next man living out of his car, but you had your heart on spending this weekend alone with Tae, at your home, where pants were optional. Not squished in a too small car, sat on his lap with his arm as a makeshift seat belt. That couldn't be safe.

You kept a brave face, though. Smiled brightly each time if he asked if you were good, not wanting to let on this was at the bottom of your list of ways to spend the very little time you two had together

Taehyung loved his friends and he loved you, so in turned he'd love it if you got along with his friends. Which you did, for the most part. They weren't your best friends in the world or even your first pick, but you could definitely see why Taehyung liked them so much.

They were cool guys that had a lot of opinions on things that weren't really any of their business, for example your relationship with the second youngest of the group. Oh, if you had a dime for each time Hoseok weighed in on one of your disagreements, the amount of times you rolled your eyes when Jimin expressed how he'd handle a situation.

But this weekend wasn't about you, it was about Taehyung and making him happy. So you were going to endure all the annoyance, suppress all the eye rolls until Sunday night where you two were finally alone again.

Fast asleep with his head resting on your back, fingers clasped together as he held you close to him. Jungkook had taken the spot beside him, head leaning against the window as he tried to get some rest too. Namjoon on the other side, headphones pressed in his ear as he typed away on his phone.

Jimin and Hoseok sat in the singular seats placed in the middle. Jimin argued profusely with Yoongi in the front sleep, while Hoseok navigated for Jin who tried to drive through the heavy rain.

Tae shifted underneath you, grip tightening on your waist as his hips rose. A mumbled sentence left his lips as he rolled his hips. Eyes widening at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

See!? This was exactly why the two of you needed to be alone. That way you'd be able to do something in this moment, instead of trying to ignore the growing dampness with each rock of his hips. “Baby...” He mumbled out quiet enough to not be heard over the arguing men.

Taehyung pushed up into you, hands moving to grasp your hips and you began to wonder if he was actually asleep. Although, there was no way a conscious Taehyung would try anything like this with his friends so close. He had to be asleep.

You could feel his breathing shifting with the way his hips sped up, fistfuls of your shirt being grasped under his palm, ensuing a fire at the pit of your belly effectively melting away all restraint.

Subtly, you pushed back against him, teeth cutting into your lip to trap any moans threatening to slip. There was no telling how worked up whatever was going in his mind had gotten him, but all it took was a few rolls of your hips to push him over the edge. A hushed curse fell from his lips as his body tightened, wetness bleeding through his pants and meeting your legging covered bottom.

Fuck. You definitely didn't think that through. Taehyung flinching awake from the sensitivity of your butt still pressed against his sticky cock. “Move, babe.” He groaned, not fully aware of his surroundings yet.

“She can't,” Namjoon spoke evenly, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Your head snapped in his direction with wide eyes, confusion taking over Taehyung's features as he gently shoved you from his lap, only to catch sight of the wet spot on his upper thigh, the thin wet lines that connected your ass to him.

“Oh, uh... shit, fuck.” He stammered, hands reaching for your hips again to pull your body back down onto him.

JUNGKOOK

If anyone deserved twelve hours of sleep it was your hard working boyfriend. With his obsession with perfection, he constantly overworked himself to rework every last thing he did until he was satisfied, or until he was being forced away by a deadline.

You loved that about him, his desire, drive to be the best. Loved to see how focused he got and that small smile that would shine when he got close to the end he was hoping for. That didn't mean he didn't mean you were willing to let him work himself to the bone trying to achieve it.

Which was why you texted his management after he had slept through his first alarm, letting them know that he didn't feel well and would be resting for the day. Of course, they were understanding, wanting their golden boy to get his rest so he would be at his best when they needed him to be.

If only Jungkook understood that the world wouldn't implode if he took a day off. That the next day would be business as usual and he'd more likely reach his goal faster now that his body was all well rested.

How lucky he was to have you in his life.

In the time that he slept, you were able to eat breakfast, shower, shave, wash your hair, go to the store and make lunch. You ate quietly in the kitchen, putting away the ingredients you had left out just in case he woke up while you were eating.

Now you sat beside him in bed, back pressed against the headboard as you flipped through your latest read. Recommended by Namjoon and filled with large words that you constantly found yourself having to look up. But other than that, it was a really good read.

His teammates, friends had taken a real liking to you. Constantly congratulating the boy on the lasting relationship that he had with you. You couldn't help but feel prideful at the praise, knowing that it was hard for you two to get to where you were now. A lot of trust was needed when dating a worldly loved pop star.

That was a learned trait that took a while for you to perfect. Jungkook, though, ever gave you a reason not to trust. Took care of you like no one else, loved you like his life depended on it and you loved him right back, just the same or even more. Wanted to be with him for as long as possible.

Your attention was being pulled from the book at the feeling of the bed dipping. Jungkook laid flat on his back, bare chest raising and falling as quiet snores left his parted lips. He must be waking up, the loud snores that usually left his lips slowly disappearing. Planning to finish this chapter before going down to whip him up something to eat, you turned your attention back to the words on the page.

Three sentences in there was a tug at your wrist, gentle but filled with purpose. You let him drag your palm toward his body, until you were feeling his hardened cock underneath it. Eyes snapping up to his face, only allowed a second to take in his smirk before he was sitting up, leaning to press open mouthed kisses against your shoulder.

“Where's your shirt?” He mumbled, fingers brushing against the clasp of your bra while his hand moved yours against his. “I got chili powder on it, I-,” Words cut off by the way his cock jumped from the flex of your fingers.

“You called the boys, right?” Despite his worry, he still worked on the clasp of your bra, grinning in triumph at the snap, wiggling it out of the way enough so he could grasp your breast. You nodded, full focus now on stroking him through his shorts.

“Such a perfect girlfriend,” Jungkook pulled your body back against his chest, fingers teasing your quickly hardening clit as his hand left yours, sliding down the length of your body between your legs. “How could I ever thank you?”

Tilting your head to look up at him, a smirk spread across your features. Hand slipping down the front of his shorts, closing around his heavy length. You watched the way his eyes fluttered from the way you pumped him, slowly you leaned up to press your lips against his. “I think you could come up with a few ways,” You grinned, while pulling away.

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zephyrria · 4 years ago

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4 with Suna, Kunimi, Sakusa, Noya, Osamu, Ushijima, and Iwaizumi

❝ 4 with Suna, Kunimi, Sakusa, Noya, Osamu, Ushijima, and Iwaizumi ❞

4.) what kind of date do you think the both of you would enjoy together the most? why?

Looks like I have my work cut out for me~

Send in a self ship ask!

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Suna Rintarou: Sunny days in a local park. There's a quiet area down a trail near the back of it. The area is fenced off along with the rest of the park. It's a fairly big clearing with picnic tables grouped in some areas and a few logs around bon fires with plenty of open space. There's always a few families around, sometimes there's familiar faces of old friends we happen to pass by. There's a blanket we always take there, big enough for the of us to lay on that's soft and plush so that it's comfortable to lay on, with small pillows that fit into a cute bookbag that also carries a variety of snacks and drinks. There's battery backups and our chargers in it as well in case on of our phones, which is playing songs quietly, dies. We would lay there and bask in the sun, indulging in small talk and occasionally cloud gazing.

Kunimi Akira: It's cuddling in a pillow fort we made in the living room with the plethora of soft blankets and pillows I happen to own. Fairy lights are strung up and around the fort and the lights are turned off throughout the house. We watch movies on either of our laptops, sometimes quietly talking about a dumb decision the protagonist had made, before switching over to a series we had watched a million times before as we chatter softly about anything that crosses our minds.

Sakusa Kiyoomi: I feel like he'd enjoy at home dates more than going out into bustling crowds. Plus, he'd be more relaxed at home where he doesn't have to worry about anything being dirty. So I'd say stargazing on the back porch or from the other side of a window if it's too cold. He'd let me play with his hands as conversation flows easily, connecting stars and galaxies with everyday life that he remembers during his day when he sees something that closely resembles what we talked about it even the moon being seen in the middle of the day.

Nishinoya Yuu: It'd be going to the park, a cute small bag of snacks and water hanging from his shoulder as he refuses to let me carry it everytime. He'd buy from concession stands, smiling as he enthusiastically talks about things he did with his friends last weekend and remembering places he had said he wanted to take me. Each spot is different after the park; the café down the block, the arcade in the next prefecture, a pet shop not far from Karasuno.

Miya Osamu: It would be the days we plan to try new recipes together. They're usually Fridays or Sundays. The kitchen gets a little messy, batter and mix tossed haphazardly at each other and getting onto any surface we touched. He'd act all mad and upset about the mess and wasting ingredients but we both know he's not actually mad with his loving eyes and adoring smile. Eventually, we would get the dish cooked and on the table and give our thoughts on it. Talking about what we could've done to make it better, too much of a certain seasoning, maybe adding something that wasn't in the original recipe. It'd eventually lead into soft conversation about our days and stupid antics our friends did ('Tsumu being brought up on both ends which will eventually lead to talks about family). We'd eventually clean up and end up cuddling and having a lazy day free of stress.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: It's after a morning jog where he slowed down a little so I could keep up. It's relatively quiet with just the birds chirping and the car passing us every now and then. Circling back, we'd freshen up and have brunch before roaming the city, idle chatter growing and flowing smoothly through the day. It's a day of quality time and free of stress.

Iwaizumi Hajime: Café dates. It'd be a small, family owned café that's not very busy and smells like coffee and freshly baked pastries. Has a homey feel to it, with fairly lights and fake vines adorning the walls. Our usual seats being in a corner with a wide, slightly tinted window. We'd sit and talk for a few hours there before walking around a familiar route through the city, going into a few stores for small trinkets or anything that happens to catch our eye. Then, at the end of day, cuddling up in bed with a movie playing softly in the background as we drift off.

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Afterthought: My search history is wonky now lmao it's past midnight and idk if I'm thriving or dying but I know I'm vibing

-Thoughts while writing-

-i clearly got some inspo when I got to Haji's

-im not going in order and inspo for 'samu came

-wow it's 1am. nice

-you would not believe your eyes if 10 million fireflies said that yoomi let me hold his hand

-a cat has decided to lay on me

-this cat really made me put pet shop in yuu's huh idk what to write for that ball of energy

-it's 1:36 and I have no idea what to write for Toshi and Sunarin

-kunimi's might be my favourite ngl

-what am i supposed to write for my bby Suna

-i've done it. it's 2:05am but i did it.

#levi rambles #haikyuu!! self ship #suna rintarou #kunimi akira #sakusa kiyoomi #ushijima wakatoshi #nishinoya yuu #miya osamu #iwaizumi hajime

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mysmedrabbles · 5 years ago

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RFA Comforting an MC with Terrible Period Pains

requested: by anonymous

a/n: oh my god the header is a MOOD for this ask. enJOY and hAVE FUN READING THIS therES SO MUCHCOFFEEINMYSYSTEMHHHHH want to support my period-ic writing ayy see what i did there? then feel free to buy me a coffee!

warnings: aside from that terrible pun you just witnessed? n/a

-AAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHH mod alex

Jumin

-he finds you clutching your stomach, sweat beading your forehead as you move from uncomfortable position to uncomfortable position, mastering positions he’d figured only Elizabeth the III could do

-worry creases his forehead as he rushes to your side, touching your side gingerly, almost scared that you’ll crumble under his fingers, but all you do is let out a pained groan, unable to speak as the pounding in your head grows louder with each stab through your gut

- “mC aRe YoU dYiNg???”

-through pained gesturing, he finally understands that you’re not dying, just going through a torture worse than death

-has no idea what to do, just lays down with you, holding your hand and rubbing soothing circles on your back

-as soon as you finally fall asleep, he’s calling the doctor, wanting a professionals opinion on how best to lessen your pain

-poor doctor in his mind is probably like, “you,,,could have looked this up,,, on your phone,, that you used,,, to call me,,,,,,,, at 1 IN THE MORNING”

-he feels awkward, not being able to help you with more than a hot bottle on your stomach and keeping you company, running his hands through your hair and massaging your temples as he sits with you, helping you the only way he knows how, by rambling about the stock market

-at some point you tune out what he’s saying, focusing on his voice and the comforting patterns hes tracing on your skin

-you can bet that he buys you the most expensive german chocolate, anything that you want, anything you crave will be imported right away and be on your front doorstep the next morning

-he most likely has a calendar app on his phone where he keeps approximate track of your cycle so that he’s always prepared to give you extra special attention and care

-when he goes on business trips that last longer than a week, he has a box specifically made, kind of like a care package containing but not limited to:

-the finest chocolate (10 different kinds! with a surplus of your favourite!)

-those emergency hospital crack-and-place heat packets, good to keep on your lower back and uterus

-oranges and broccoli (though these tend to be in the fridge)

-with a small note on how much he loves you and will see you tonight on call, telling you to take care of yourself and leaving the doctors phone number in case of an emergency

Jaehee

-she KNOWS the pain,, she K N O W S

-im not saying that at some point your cycles start happening at the same time, but thats exactly what I’m saying (i have no idea how this happens irl but it does and?? idk its odd)

-so generally the two of you are sitting home together, laying sprawled on the couch, 4 Ibuprofen between the two of you as you watch Zen’s old musicals, watching Jaehee sleepily hum along as she holds you against her chest, stroking your hair and bringing up your hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles as the two of you fall asleep together

-she knows you have a harder time than her when your period rolls around, so she has a tendency to insist that you don’t stress yourself out at work, keeping you mostly behind the counter where you’re not carrying hot liquids for too long.

-helping you out whenever she can, hugging you from behind as you struggle to stand on your feet, giving you momentary support as she takes the cup from your hands, instructing you to sit down

-no one has ever seen her so lenient with someone when it comes to work

-you log onto the server to gush about Jaehee, posting pictures of her running around at work, helping customers, “ThAtS mY wIFe Y’aLL”

-she has a special coffee brew that she only breaks out when you’re in severe pain, added her secret ingredient (which she refuses to tell you about) that somehow make everything better

-practically begging her to judo kick you in the spine because goddamnit it hurts so bad (she doesn't, opting for a soothing massage instead)

-kisses and cuddles galore, she puts the care in “caring for you,” to the point where she doesn't complain about her own mediocre periods upon seeing just how bad the pain is with you (please take care of her anyways she deserves the best)

Yoosung

-listen,, this boy grew up with sisters and a mother, he’s practically a pro when it comes to helping you out

-the second he sees you rush into the restroom in a panic, he’s already getting the pill bottle and hot bottle out, doing the bed the way you like it and pulling out your favourite blanket and warm stuffed animal

-insists to take care of you the whole time, and is willing to skip school to stay home with you,, its only after threatening him from the bed, wagging your finger weakly at him does he actually go, however he’s one to send you worrying text messages through the whole day, and silly photos of a leaf he saw or a funny cat meme

-he cooks for you like theres no tomorrow, and is always extremely apologetic when he gets home an hour later than normal due to grocery shopping, only to find you having finally fallen asleep, stuffed animal discarded neatly on the bedside table, hugging his pillow instead

-his eyes soften, heartrate slowing down as he gazes on your sleeping form

-trying his best not to disturb you, he tiptoes out of the room, getting your favourite dinner ready, and trying his best to make something with your preferred chocolate

-you hobble out of the room sleepily, the smell of food drawing you to the kitchen

-he’ll immediately drop everything, running to you as he helps you to a chair, chiding you for getting up and straining yourself when you could have just called for him

-playing video games together lazily, him joking that he should let you win, but this just drives you to beat his ass in mariokart, absolutely demolishing him with no mercy

-he sits there shell shocked as you sit next to him grinning

Seven

-he’s versed in over five languages, survived the worst years of his life, is number one in the Shooting Star Server, the best hacker on the planet, and yet he has no preparation on how to help you through periods

-he knows the basics, but seeing you in such pain makes him rethink everything he thought he knew

-he sees you constantly shifting, arching your back in a vain attempt to crack it, crack any bone for momentary relief, and decides this is his time to shine and help you somewhat

-he gives the best back massages, working the pressure points on your lower back, and getting out all the knots in your shoulders, pressing kisses to your shoulder blades as he goes along, fingers working on the entirety of your back.

-shares his Honey Buddha Chips with you, even letting you take three or more bags, as long as you promise to not waste any that is.

-keeps you away from spicy foods, dairy and phD pepper, his technical knowledge had gotten him that far at least, and even though you’re more than happy to eat junk food for a week straight, for the first time ever he insists on eating better, giving you foods such as salmon and oranges,, only after heavy persuasion and multiple times of you threatening him does he let you have chocolate

-he stays with you the whole time, making sure you’re laughing and taking care of yourself, trying his best to ease the pain with terrible terrible jokes and horrible Saeran impressions

-he knows that you dont like having a heating pad on your stomach because its so weird barely being able to move and having to stay in one place, so he places his laptop on your stomach, letting it overheat on your pelvic area as the two of you play fireboy and watergirl

Zen

-before we start i just wanna say Zen is 100% the type of guy who would hold no disgust or immature “ew thats icky”type attitude to the thought of buying his s/o menstrual products and he looks down on any man that does have that attitude

-he’s not quite versed in how to help you, but he’s a fast learner, and would rather rely on your own reactions to his help and seeing what works for you as opposed to just asking the void that is the internet what is supposed to help

-he’s one to carry you everywhere while you’re on your period, not letting you strain yourself for fear you’ll get off balance, fall and hurt yourself, and he’s constantly referencing you as his prince(ss), even more than usual

-singing you to sleep, letting his melodious voice wash over you as he holds you close, letting his natural body warmth keep you warm

-strokes your hair as you lay down, exhausted from all the pain, your body physically not able to stay awake anymore, practically blacking out

-if you cry, he’ll hold you, massaging your back and whispering soft comforts in your ear, but inside he’s pained by the distress this is causing you, and is mainly frustrated that he can’t do more

-sometimes he wakes up early in the morning to go for a jog or get breakfast for the two of you, and he’ll leave multiple sticky notes with sweet messages, ensuring that he’ll be back soon and to take it easy until he’s back home

-this man with Refuse to let you strain yourself in Any way, and will drop Everything to run over if he sees you so much as bending over to pick up something, practically throwing himself over the dropped item and insisting to pick it up for you

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sentfromwolves · 5 years ago

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oc prompt game . ( queen of the meadows. uselessness / mars & laurel )

< hoes b4 bros >

hwa: mom

starmom: son wuat the fuck its 4am

hwa: o fuck i forgot timezones again

hwa: wait

hwa: why r u up ! !!

hwa: MOM

hwa: go 2 SLEEP

starmom: no now im here and awake and alive enough whats up son

hwa: mom we need an intervention (go 2 sleep)

starmom: jesus christ

starmom: for who

hwa: mars said he wants 2 marry the dude from his plant class (seriously!! GO. TO. BED)

starmom: that class started literally 2 days ago

hwa: I KNO!!!!! (pls, mom, for the love of everyone around u and also me, get some sleep)

aspen groans and rolls over in his bed, peeling himself away from his sheets and staring groggily at his phone. it’s not unlike mars to get fleeting, would-be crushes on other green witches in his classes. usually he’ll ogle them for a day or two, wax poetic about their ass, and then move on. he’s a tall kid with a heart of goddamn gold, and wears every single emotion he ever owns on his sleeve. it’s caused trouble more than once, but generally he’s pretty good about loving, and realistic expectations, and knowing that you can’t marry a guy you met two days ago. frozen proved that much, if nothing else.

still, he cracks open the door to his room and sidles down the hall and peeks up the stairs. there’s no movement, but something clinks in the kitchen that connects to the living room, and he ambles in that direction, wondering what he’ll find. maybe yonghwa had also been texting cobalt, who is a habitual night owl. maybe cobalt is also in on this intervention thing too. after all, their witch bonds are stronger than most. when one of them feels something too strongly and doesn’t clamp down on it, often times the others will feel it too. and aspen knows that most of them have been feeling pretty ecstatic over the last few days, the stress mitigated by the unbridled adrenaline and raw energy of diving back into classes, into a sea of new faces and old as the new semester cracks open like an eggshell suspended above all of their heads.

what he finds isn’t cobalt hunched over the fridge with three popsicles sticking out of his mouth (a regular occurrence during summer). what he finds is mars draped over the living room couch holding his hand over his forehead dramatically, a spoon hanging from his fingers and a half-empty jar of gelato (his gelato, aspen realizes with a little bit of exasperation), looking like he’s ready to be painted by a young leonardo dicaprio.

“um,” aspen says, “you okay in there, buddy?”

“aspen,” mars says. “can you marry a guy you just met?”

goddamn it. they really do need an intervention.

“no, mars,” aspen says with all the patience of a man who just woke up at 4am because his witch family are being dumbasses. “you can’t marry someone you just met.”

“fuck,” mars says, and sits up. “okay, plan b.”

“plan b?”

“i’m gonna ask him on a date.” mars looks fiercely determined. so determined, in fact, that aspen breaks out into a laugh that threatens to wake cobalt up from his dead slumber upstairs.

“what?!” mars demands, his voice pitching high. “what’s so funny?”

“it’s just,” aspen says. “no, you know what? i’m not even going to say it. okay, so you’re gonna ask - “

“hot greenhouse man,” mars says dreamily.

“you’re gonna ask hot greenhouse man on a date,” aspen says. “cool. and how are you gonna do that?”

mars face drains of all color. because for all of his open-hearted adoration for people, his poetic compliments, his easily obtained sincerity, mars has never asked a person out before in his life. in the realm of dating, he’s as good as useless, and aspen’s gonna let him flounder a bit in the blind, desperate hope that he learns how to swim.

“i’m,” mars says, sputters, and says again, “i’m gonna figure that out. right. now.”

“cool,” aspen says, planning for the inevitability of mars chickening out by the time the sun has risen in the sky. “i’m going back to bed while you do that. wake me up when there’s breakfast being made.”

mars, in fact, wakes him up later on when breakfast is (rather poorly) made.

he also tells him that he knows hot greenhouse mans name courtesy of one of his rather nosy, gossipy friends.

his name is laurel. and aspen is worried he’s going to break mars heart.

***

aspen doesn’t have to worry for long.

the moment he meets laurel, he knows that this is as good as fate crashing into his living room floor and starting a forest fire. laurel has the fucking heart eyes of the century every time mars back is turned, and for all of their early floundering, he’s a good soul with a cute smile and (currently) light blue hair that fluffs up to minty green whenever he gets excited or happy.

however, there is one big problem. the biggest fucking problem in aspens world. something that keeps him up late at night, staring at his ceiling, asking the universe how two people can be so stupid that it’s almost funny for everyone involved except it really isn’t because how is he, the good samaritan stuck between a rock and two love-struck people so dumb about the feelings of the other that they don’t even know how to act, supposed to sleep soundly when he can’t knock the minute amount of sense into his best friends head to do the right thing?

the right thing, of course, being to ask one another on a date.

“three months,” yonghwa says on the phone with him one night. “aspie, it’s been three months and neither of them have asked each other out?”

“i know,” aspen moans, hitting his head against his desk, hands in the air. “i know! they’re both like, oh wow, look at this beautiful friend i made. and then mars waves him out of the house, turns around, and starts screaming because he’s so fucking in love! how can he not just - just ask him out? how is this hard?”

“listen,” yonghwa says, “i’ve seen one whole picture of them together and i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone look at mars the way laurel looks at mars. that guys whipped. and he’s not even gonna ask him out?”

“they’re dense, hwa,” aspen bemoans, lifting his head. “dense as bricks. denser than bricks. it’s like the cauldron gave them all the good looks in the world and then was like, hey you know what? good looks? well then i guess you can’t have any braincells around each other!”

“could you,” yonghwa asks, “could you like, give them a nudge? a push? a kick in the ass? throw them off a cliff.”

“i’ve tried everything,” aspen says, and looks up at his computer screen. yonghwa is bent over, painting his toenails as he speaks, the glittery polish he’s using apparently magically scented with blackberries and vanilla. “i straight up said, now is your chance mars, go ask him out! and he just looked at me like this deer in headlights. what if he says no, he said. what kind of bullshit!”

“useless,” yonghwa says, blowing on his big toe. the enchanted blow dryer aspen had sent him for christmas dances around his head, drying out his recently dyed silver-purple hair. “i wish i was there. i would just do it for them.”

“i wish you were here too,” aspen says, breaking from his complaints to let his words flow with genuine fondness. “i’m excited for when i can finally have you back here for real. i miss you.”

“i miss you too, aspie,” yonghwa says, and smiles up at him through the camera. “it’s only a while longer. and then the whole family will be together.”

“not quite,” aspen grumbles. “laurel should be part of this family. hell, he spends enough time over here that he should be on my chore wheel.”

“ah yes, the chore wheel,” yonghwa says sagely. “you should just add him. maybe they’ll finally get the hint.”

“no,” aspen says. “they’re both fools in love. i really don’t know what to do.”

yonghwa tilts his head thoughtfully.

“maybe,” he says, “they just need to suffer a bit more, and then they’ll figure it all out.”

“maybe,” aspen replies, but he really doesn’t think so, but he pulls all of his blind hope and shoves it into that one, tiny word.

***

one month later, aspen snaps.

it starts on a friday afternoon, when he hears the door bang open and closed, and a wail reaches his room where he’s trying desperately to finish a lit essay while talking with emerson about latin translations and books that he wants to set on fire.

“i gotta go,” aspen says, glancing behind him at his door.

“gotcha,” emerson, “wanna come over and dramatically recite shakespeare with me while i pretend to care about grading these papers?”

“please,” aspen says, “i think i’ll need it.”

“cocoa or tequila?” emerson asks knowingly. “or do you want some sort of bliss tonic? I think we have some leftover from the party.”

“cocoa,” aspen says, “i love you. talk to you later.”

“doors unlocked!” emerson calls after him before he ends the call.

in another life, aspen thinks, he’d ask emerson out on a date. but harper is madly in love with him, and aspen is madly in love with harper, and so he stays out of both of their paths, knowing better than to get in the way of something that could be wonderful for the two of them.

sighing, aspen closes his laptop, stands up, and prepares for the worst.

mars is on the kitchen floor.

aspen fights two spontaneously grown thorn bushes, a snapper plant that descended from the ceiling to eat his hair, and three rows of angry, bushy cactuses that have since surrounded the open dishwasher and its surroundings with all the grace he can muster.

mars doesn’t so much as move or bat an eyelash at him when he comes to stand at his head. he’s face down on the granite, arms splayed out in front of him, and he looks, quite frankly, like he’s just keeled over and died in the middle of the day.

aspen does the nice thing.

he kicks him (gently) in the head.

mars lets out a pathetic cry.

“what happened,” aspen says, and it’s not a question.

the only other time mars poisoned the whole kitchen with toxic plants, it had been because someone had called him a giraffe and he’d cried all the way home. he’d been seventeen at the time.

mars rolls over onto his back and stars up at aspen. he’s on the verge of tears.

“oh my god,” aspen says, crouching down. “baby.”

“aspen,” mars croaks. “i’m a dumb person.”

“oh my god,” aspen says. “no you’re not, mars. tell me what’s wrong.”

he sits down gingerly, ignoring the cactuses around them, and mars scoots up a little so he’s laying with his head in aspens lap as aspen brushes his fingers through the boys hair.

“i really like laurel,” mars says, like it hasn’t been painfully obvious for four months now. “like, really, really like him.”

“yes,” aspen says. “i know.”

“cool,” mars replies, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling. “so today, i go into the greenhouse early because like, i’m planning to give him this cactus i found down at the gardens to laurel, because the needles don’t hurt at all and make little bubbles when you tickle the head.”

“okay,” aspen says.

“and there he is,” mars says, lifting his hands to the ceiling like he’s looking at heaven and laurel is up there somewhere too. “beautiful. haloed in light. perfect. the most amazing guy i’ve ever been blessed with. and he’s getting kissed by some other dude.”

okay, that’s a hold up. laurel? kissing another man?

“are you sure?” aspen asks.

laurel has been madly in love with mars for months. this story doesn’t make any sense.

“yes!” mars exclaims. “like, the cutest fucking gesture and he’s just sitting there, laughing as it happens! and i’m sitting there with this stupid cactus like, oh! that’s why he never asked me out. he must’ve been like, dating this hot dude this entire time and was just taking - what, i don’t know - pity on me or something! i look stupid.”

mars actually wails at this.

“i’m a dumbass!”

aspen frowns.

“no,” he says, leaning down to kiss mars forward. “you’re absolutely not a stupid person, mars. you’re the best, sweetest, greatest person i know. and if that’s really true - which i’m not saying it is - then laurel is missing out on something incredible.”

“but i don’t want him to miss out,” mars says, and sobs.

“i know,” aspen says, immediately planning either murder or the biggest fucking Mom Talk he’s ever going to have in his life. “i know, baby. you’re the best thing i’ve ever had in my life. and you deserve the stars.”

***

the stars hiss at aspen the moment laurel makes it into their front garden, telling him hurriedly that the boy he’s been waiting on to arrive is finally here.

aspen checks his watch.

cool, three hours since mars breakdown.

enough time for aspen to school all of his emotions into neat little lines and prepare for whatever the fuck is about to happen downstairs. as requested, cobalt is diligently distracting mars upstairs with video games and an ongoing call with yonghwa, who’s hollering memes at them while dancing to the ponytail song aggressively.

aspen goes downstairs and opens the door.

laurel is standing on his porch looking wildly out of breath.

“is mars here?” he asks, all of his words blending together into one massive slur.

“amazing,” aspen replies. “you’re both useless.”

laurel freezes.

“um,” he says, very eloquently. which is great, because aspen doesn’t have time for him to go on any sort of ramble that dodges the point. aspen’s nonexistent love life might be a hot garbage fire that he’s given up controlling, but he’s not about to let mars go down in flames over what he hopes and prays is a misunderstanding of cosmic proportions.

“no,” aspen says, shutting laurel’s mouth with an audible click. “nope. don’t talk, laurel. it’s my turn. i get to talk now. mars is upstairs, by the way. my kitchen is a nightmare. and if this conversation doesn’t go right, i’m going to make you clean every single cactus out of my dishwasher before you leave.”

“what?” laurel asks, dumbly.

“listen to me very carefully,” aspen says. “mars likes you a lot. he might even love you, and for mars, that’s a monumental thing. he’s wanted to ask you out since he met you. he’s so far down the rabbit hole of affection for you that i don’t think his heart has room for literally anything else.”

laurel sits there gaping like a fish out of water. jesus christ - had he really been so dumb?

aspen tries to boil down every strand of exasperation in him.

“today,” he says, “even after months of friendship, you kissed someone else in front of him.”

“i - what?”

“don’t ‘i - what’ me, mars was crying on my kitchen floor for two hours because of this,” aspen says. “if you really didn’t notice that he was madly interested in you and you were just wanting to be friends, then i might be able to forgive that when mars recovers. and that’s a big if. but if you were leading him on, thinking it was cute to have him fawn over you while stringing him along, i will personally - “

“waitwaitwait,” laurel says, loudly, holding out his hands. “wait, aspen! please!”

aspen frowns at him, in what he hopes is his best scolding mom stare.

“you have five seconds,” he says, “go.”

“this is a whole, big, wild misunderstanding!” laurel says, so loudly his voice has to carry out through the whole house. “the guy that kissed me was one of my old frat brothers! he was just coming by to say hi! he’s got a girlfriend and a boyfriend for godsake! it was just - just platonic. i don’t feel that way about anyone but mars! i’ve wanted to marry that guy for months now. literally marry him! i’ll even get down on one knee - “

laurel is jumping down onto the ground before aspen can stop him, even as he rushes forward, trying to stop this mess of a man from also destroying his house with blooms of crazy fucking plants. he can already see the dirt around his front yard sifting, little tendrils of greenery poking on through.

“laurel!” aspen says, loudly. “laurel, please - “

“i love him!” laurel shouts. “please, aspen. i really love him! can i see him? i can explain it all, really, i just want to see - “

“laurel?”

aspen turns around.

mars is standing in the hallway, illuminated in the soft gold of the fairy lights floating around the ceiling, swimming like snakes above their heads.

he looks stunned and a little bit awkward, his massive cardigan slouching off of his shoulders, hair a mess, eyes tear-streaked and nose rudolf-red.

“mars,” laurel says, from his kneeling position in front of aspen. “mars.”

he stands up and aspen moves out of the way. laurel crosses the hall to mars and without hesitation, takes mars face in his hands and kisses him hard on the mouth.

aspen feels like he’s part of a korean drama. he thinks he must be at the season finale, because how could anything in his life get more dramatic than this?

“oh my god,” cobalt says from the stairway, holding his phone up and videotaping the entire thing. “they really are useless in love.”

aspen knows he should say something, because the whole hallway is filling with cherry blossoms and red roses, massive lilies and blooming sunflowers. but for a moment, he just sits down hard, and agrees with cobalt’s assessment. mars and laurel are useless in love.

but their love is more gorgeous and brilliant than anything aspen has ever seen before.

and how could something so beautiful be useless at all?

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