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universecorp · 11 months ago

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Hearbeat pt.2 Teaser

Summary: After starting a situationship with your best friend from high school, things start to become complicated. Especially when you start to catch feelings.

Jaehyun x Reader Haechan x Reader (In pt2 and 3 )

w.c.: 2.3k

Genre: Comedy, smut, and angst

Warnings: Sexual themes, small argument

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Sitting in a Dennys at 2:00 AM is not how you expected your night to end. You and Donghyuck had spent the better part of an hour talking and getting to know each other. He was easy to talk to, and funny, you didn’t feel like you were forcing any of your reactions which made you feel a lot more at ease than usual.

“Wait, you're Haechan? The streamer?” Donghyuck nodded, shoveling a scoop of hash browns into his mouth. “That’s so fucking crazy, my best friend loves your streams. We used to fuck and I remember one time he got the notification for your stream and stopped mid fuck to watch you.” Donghyuck nearly choked on the strip of bacon he was munching on.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You shook your head. “That’s so sick, did he at least like pick up where he left off while watching?” Another shake.

“I had to push him on his back and ride him.” Donghyuck laughed loudly, catching the attention of most of the other late night eaters, but it was clear he didn’t care.

“Now that I think about it, there was this one time I read a comment and it deadass said ‘I was fucking my girl and stopped to watch.’ I thought it was probably a troll, but that might’ve been him.”

You scoffed, shaking your head once again. “There’s no way that was him, he would never refer to me as ‘his girl’ it would be kind of funny if that was him though.” Donghyuck hummed in agreement, it was all he could do since he didn’t even know Jaehyun.

There was a small awkward silence filled only with the sounds of plates clinking and light chatter from the other patrons. Donghyuck looked like he was having a debate with himself befofe hr finally opened his mouth. “Look, uhm, I don’t usually do this, I honestly don’t usually take my hookups to pre-breakfast either, but I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You were a bit shocked. You thought maybe this was normal and Donghyuck was just one of those nice guys who treated his fucks to post coiatal meals. Hearing otherwise brought a bit of heat to your cheeks.

“So uh… is that a no? Don’t leave me hanging here.”

“Oh no, wait no, I mean yes! Yes… you can have my number.”

“You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately. You and big head aren’t fucking again right?” Minjeong was doing your nails on the floor of your dorm, and you were definitely making it hard since you were texting Donghyuck with the hand she was trying to get you to dry.

“Of course not. I’m texting a new guy, I met him at that party me and Jae went to.” Minjeong perked up at the mention of a new guy. Talks like these reminded you of being a teenager, but they were always relaxing. You seriously owed Minjeong some girl time anyway with how far up Jaehyun’s ass you had been for the past year.

“So what’s his name?”

“Donghyuck, he goes here obviously, also get this, ” Minjeong leaned in “he’s that streamer that Jae likes a lot.”

“No way!?” Minjeong gasped, she accidentally swiped a little polish on your finger, but you didn’t mind.

You nodded, smiling basically ear to ear. “Yes way, and he’s so cute. He’s telling me how he wants to take me on a date this weekend!” You closed your phone to give Minjeong your undivided attention while she swiped acetone over her previous mistake.

“I’m happy for you, I know I was kind of an ass with all the ‘I told you so’, but I really just wanted you to be with someone who treats you for what you’re worth.” You knew that, but hearing it felt really good. You always knew Minjeong was just looking out for you, but she also knew that whatever you felt for Jaehyun wasn’t going away like magic. Even now you sometimes felt a twinge of what you used to when he did certain things, but it wasn’t as strong as it was a month ago.

“It’s ok Minnie, I know you only had my best interest.” You brought your nails hand up to blow on the wet polish. “Look on the bright side though, I went through all that and now I've learned my lesson. No more wasting time or energy on people who don’t deserve it.”

Minjeong jostled your shoulder, “That’s my girl.”

A week later you were with Donghyuck in his apartment, playing a co-op game called “it takes two” that he specifically bought for the date. He turned on his twitch to stream, but he left his mic off to enjoy the moment with you. He was ticking so many boxes and even Minjeong gave him the stamp of approval when he met her a couple hours ago. Everything today was perfect, he bought you flowers, ordered from your favorite takeout place and even surprised you with slippers for you to wear around the apartment. You had been seeing each other for about a month now so you figured he would be asking you to be his girlfriend soon, but you were in no rush. His gestures meant the world to you and even then just his presence was enough for you to feel satisfied.

Now the two of you were snuggled up side by side, controllers in hand and your head on his shoulder. Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing except your phone which had been buzzing on the nightstand for a good two minutes. “Hey babe, I can pause if you wanna get that?” You looked up at Donghyuck with a small pout before shaking your head. You felt bad that whoever was calling you clearly didn’t get the memo that you were busy.

“We can keep playing, I’ll talk and play, m’sorry.” Donghyuck waved it off as he waited for you to answer your phone. You rolled your eyes slightly when you saw Jaehyun’s photo, but still answered the facetime call. “What’s up loser?” You sounded less than enthused, but he should’ve expected that since you ignored his calls for two minutes.

“God what crawled up your ass and died weirdo and why aren’t you showing your face?” Jaehyun scoffed as if his facetime screen wasn’t paused.

“Just the fact that you’ve been calling me for two minutes. What the fuck did you want? I’m kinda busy.” You cursed under your breath since you and Donghyuck failed the game stage for the fifth time.

“First of all, I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner and come watch a movie, I’ll buy obviously. Second of all, if you’re gonna lie about being busy at least make it believable, I can hear you playing a game in the background.” Jaehyun had some fucking nerve assuming you would lie to him about being busy, but you weren’t gonna fight about it. You were gonna be civil. Even though Donghyuck had heard the way you and Jaehyun talked to each other before, he was a little annoyed that the other man was accusing you of lying.

“Jae, I’m on a date and we’re playing a game, so I actually am very busy.

“Wait… are you playing ‘it takes two’?” Jaehyun didn’t know about Donghyuck. He knew you had been on dates, but since he didn’t ask who with, you didn’t bother telling him it was Donghyuck A.K.A. his favorite streamer.

“Yeah, with my date.” You knew you sounded like a bitch, but you didn’t care. Jaehyun had barely been hanging out with you and even then it seemed like he only wanted to when he was bored. You were trying to follow Minjeong’s and your own advice and stop wasting time on people that don’t deserve it.

“If you’re actually playing a game with your date, show your face and his, then show the tv.” You were so close to hanging up on Jaehyun, but when you saw the screen pause and suddenly your phone was being held up by Donghyuck.

Donghyuck didn’t look happy. All of the irritation must have been building up to a point where even Jaehyun looked concerned. “Look, Jaehyun, I get it, you’re bored. I’m sure you miss having Y/N at your beck and call because you knew she would drop anything for you before.” Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak, but one glare from Donghyuck had him closing it immediately. “Those times are past and whatever sick game you’re playing at needs to stop. Got it?” The silence on the line was loud, Donghyuck knew he made his point. “Good. Now I’m going to go back to playing games with my girlfriend, enjoy the stream Jaehyun.” With that he pressed the end call button with a sigh and immediately after you were straddling the man.

“Girlfriend huh?”

Donghyuck set his controller down and placed his hands on your hips, it was all he could do to look cool despite the blush rushing his face. “Yeah uhm… I was going to ask you later during pillow talk after some earth shattering sex, but this is cool too I guess.”

You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “This is cool too, don’t worry. We can still have earth shattering sex but now as boyfriend and girlfriend.” It was Donghyuck’s turn to giggle now. “Do you want to keep playing, we could even turn on the mic?”

Haechan shook his head, “No I think it’s time for that earth shattering sex we were talking about.” You bit your lip trying to suppress a laugh, he was so goofy and hot at the same time, you didn’t understand how anyone could be capable of that.

“I think that can be arranged…boyfriend.”

“He told you off?” Mark nearly yelled, catching the attention of several of the other students in the library.

“Dude keep it down, we’re in a library.” Johnny reminded before focusing back on his music theory assignment.

“Sorry, he told you off?” Mark asked again this time in a more suitable whisper.

“Yes, and she didn’t say shit bro, she just let him.” Jaehyun grumbled, taking a chip from the bag Johnny had managed to smuggle in.

Johnny was pretty unamused with the entire situation, given that he asked if the two men wanted to study in the library, but had basically been talking the whole time. “Have you ever thought that maybe she’s over how you treat her. I know you think you’re like bestie of the year, but you literally evaded her feelings for at least 6 months just so you would have an easy fuck.”

Jaehyun scoffed, “Remind me to stop telling you about my problems.” Johnny simply rolled his eyes before training them back on the score in front of him.

“I mean he has a point. You knew she caught feelings a while ago, and your agreement was to break it off, but you kept everything up. Plus you were the one who kept fucking with her and being all domestic, she’s probably traumatized.” Jaehyun shot a glare at Mark; he did not come here to be ganged up on.

“She can’t be but so traumatized since she spends all her time with Haechan, or Donghyuck, whatever the fuck his name is.” Mark and Johnny looked ready to hit their heads against the table, but clearly this was a delicate situation that needed to be nurtured and cared for so that Jaehyun would actually get some sense.

“Jae, buddy, pal, old friend if you will.”

“Get to the point Johnathan.”

Johnny sighed, “See the point is, she’s in a relationship now. You had your 15 minutes of fame where she basically avoided getting into something because she was holding out hope for you. Now, she’s tired of waiting. She wants something that makes her feel loved and worth it and frankly, your bare minimum effort of taking her back to your place to watch a movie and then fuck, isn’t cutting it.”

“Bars.” Mark fist bumped Johnny, adding an explosion sound effect at the end.

“You guys are losers. She didn’t seem to be complaining about the movie and fuck a couple months ago.” Mark cringed and Johnny simply shook his head at the way their friend could so shamelessly talk about you like that.

“Jaehyun, listen to yourself, you sound delusional. She may not have been complaining, but that’s also because if she did you would’ve had to break all of that off. You’re acting like she broke up with you when the two of you weren’t even together in the first place.” Johnny’s volume was starting to increase, but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t the closest to you, but he refused to let Jaehyun disrespect you like this. “Also you literally only text or call her now when we can’t hang out. Do you think that makes her feel good?” Jaehyun opened his mouth, but Johnny cut him off. “Don’t answer that because I know you’re about to say some bullshit. You need to get with the program and stop treating her like some play thing that you decide to pick up everytime your other toys are broken!” Johnny finished closing his laptop and packing up his belongings.

“Dude, where are you going?” Jaehyun groaned before looking at Mark who was following in Johnny’s actions. “You too? Come on!”

Mark just shook his head, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before speaking again. “Dude, you have some serious soul searching to do. We don’t mind if you vent, but the way you talk about and treat her is sick.” Jaehyun just clicked his teeth in response to the younger man.

“Whatever.” Jaehyun stood up from the table and stormed out of the library.

“He needs to get laid.”

“Totally.” Mark agreed.

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oceanlipgloss · 2 months ago

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ONLINE FRIENDS

LEVIATHAN.

+ warnings: angst, strong language.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

It is said that existing in the same world as someone you cherish is better than nothing at all. He had read that many times. Many times. More than he can count. Despite the different timezones, the great distances, the knowledge that the two of you live in the same galaxy—separated by tangible barriers just—is enough. But even then it’s hard. It’s so, so hard.

They the two them are like online friends. Overwhelmingly close, fun together, yet never truly knowing each other that well.

What if the only thing that kept them apart was not metrics, but who he himself was?

Too shy, too awkward. So clumsy, so useless.

Fickle.

Was he fickle?

Yeah, the heart can be a fickle little fucker, but was his heart like that too?

He’s always been told that he’s loyal to his passions, that he loves his interests so passionately. That had always been true, always been his conviction, until she came along and it began to feel wrong.

Sometimes—no, on most days—he couldn’t quite focus solely on her. The real, living, breathing woman with a beating heart. He bundled himself up in fiction. He wrapped his heart up with the virtual stuff and let the phantom medicines treat his deep-rooted anomalies, or at least waited for them to.

He liked those worlds. In them, he could be worth something. He could be number one, yank all the great ranks. He could conquer the good things and be a celebrated one: a holder of grand specimens of accomplishments, an owner of the rarest of premium trophies.

In the planet beyond the intangible bars—with their pixellised models and complex codes—though, he was...no one. And sometimes, even his soul in that binary place was mangled by those who are better, even if they had not spent as much time—if at all, really—brandishing their skills like knives. Simply because they were born with talent that glowed in a surreal magnitude of magnetic stars in their cells.

He liked certain challenges, of course, but there are times when it gets...too much.

To him, it seemed that almost everyone else excelled at something, no matter how apparently useless, and there is always that one candidate or contestant that crushes all others with the golden weight of their shiny gifts.

Yeah.

He didn’t like himself.

What was there to like?

He couldn’t even love right, like his love for everything special in his measly life was a wheel of hot pizza that he had to cut up into pieces time and again. And when he bit into it, he always scalded his tied tongue.

More often than not, he loathed the real world. In it, millions of normal creatures normally go about their normal lives, while he remains a lot like the oldest model of the oldest Macintosh computer models: freezing, lagging, malfunctioning.

Mismatched.

He never had the right words, never mind the perfectly right skills.

At least characters have pre-programmed reactions. They do predictable things. Real people are nothing like that. Characters don’t hurt him. They just don’t. They’re not meant to, you know? It is not part of their program until it is—so even if and when they do, he knows it is only because they were coded to.

Yet, he’s expected to unlock the door, go out and deal with actual people, handle the scummy things they do like it’s nothing, then at the end of the day go back to his room. Everyday.

He hated these disgusting times.

When you’re like that—lost and unprepared for the basics of your century—even those closest to you can feel most unreachable, like distant friends online.

+notes: yes, hello, bonjour, I am regretfully indeed still alive. And in celebration of this fleeting but grand surprise visit of mine, I have prepared a Michelin-star humble feast, so why don't you help yourselves to the first piece I've written in over 2 months and eat this mouldy writing that has been aging in my WIPs for so very long? I invite you to indulge in a main course of braised angst, seasoned with an ounce of identity crisis projection. In all seriousness, though, the fic may have been an old WIP, but I literally just scooped it out of the pan finished it. It's still fresh. Very fresh. *logs back out*

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melloollem · 9 months ago

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We should date|| Tim Drake × No gender Reader × Conner Kent

Summary: It was obvious you liked each other, someone just needed to assume.

Warnings: Showing anxiety(nothing serious), No gender specified.

This writing came from a conversation with the character a.i, but it's still a completely written story of mine (Credits to the creator of the character a.i @/fairybaby).

(DC masterlist)

"Do you think it would be weird for three people to date?" Conner's voice said, interrupting the movie you were watching, at least you and Tim were, Conner was lost in his own thoughts as he stared at the ceiling of the room. He didn't ask anyone individually, usually accepting an answer from either of you. Tim's eyebrow rose at Conner's statement, but he still remained focused on the movie "I'm not sure".

"It depends for whom, certain people don't have the maturity for it" You made your contribution to the conversation, still staring at the television, not really caring about the question "Why is that now?" Tim asked Conner, that was a good question. Now you looked at Conner waiting for an answer.

"I was just thinking," he replied without looking at you. "I didn't know you could keep a train of thought" Your acid comment was met by a grumble from Conner, you looked at Tim expecting a reaction to your joke, but he just gave you a look, the one he always gave when he wanted to know if you were thinking the same thing.

"I mean... I'm not talking about us, obviously," Conner said after realizing how long you and Tim had been staring at each other, but he made the situation worse. "Nobody said that, but now it looks like you're talking about us because you said it." You looked at Conner "Tim agrees with me, doesn't he?" The boy who had previously been analyzing the situation now nods in agreement, drawing a defeated sigh from Conner "Okay" He adjusts himself on the bed to sit down "I'm talking about us".

"Do you think we should date?" You got straight to the point, taking the boys by surprise "You're not even going to take us on a dinner date?" The indignation in your voice was almost palpable "Wait... you want me to take you on a date?" Conner looked at you as if you had two heads, only now realizing how desperate you sounded. "No... no, obviously not" you said after a few seconds of awkward silence "Just saying, like if we were going to date, we should... you know" You looked at Tim desperately begging him to get you out of the situation, but he wanted to hear what you had to say just as much as Conner "We should have a first date, maybe? But I'm not saying I want anything" You avoided the boys' gaze as you said this.

"No, I get it" Tim said in an attempt to comfort you from your growing embarrassment "We get that" Now he was looking at Conner expectantly, you followed suit, seeking Conner's approval "I think that's fair" You were silent for a few minutes after Conner's response. There had always been an implied romance between you, this was the first time you had spoken about it out loud. "So, are you okay with it? Like if we date?" Tim asked intrigued, you had accepted Conner's "proposal" too quickly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You looked confused "We spend all our time together, we do missions together, we take care of each other, people think we're dating, we even flirt all the time. Damn it, why aren't we dating yet? You should be ashamed of yourselves." You returned to your normal tone, it wasn't a problem for you to admit to wanting boys, you just didn't want to be the one to make the first move. Conner laughs, his expression relaxing with his statement "Yeah, that's something you could say" His tone makes Tim smile too, whatever tension there was in the room was now at an end.

"So, are we making a date?" Tim asked "Tim pays" you replied quickly "I bet I do" He let out a quick laugh "Should we plan for this weekend, maybe?" Conner suggested "Or we could go tomorrow" Tim said, pulling out his cell phone "I can clear my schedule" You and Conner were surprised by the suggestion, Tim was very faithful to his commitments. "Any day's good for me," Conner said giving a shrug.

"What would the dress code be?" Conner looked thoughtful at your question "Fancy?" he offered. "Probably" Tim replied, looking at his cell phone, trying to find a good restaurant to make a reservation "I'll look good in an elegant suit" Conner pretended to fix the collar of an imaginary suit "That's sad, I thought you'd be dressed like a Playboy girl" You mocked the boy, making an exaggerated sad face "To seduce me, you know?" Your words drew a laugh from Tim.

"Is that what you expect from me?" Conner joins in with a false tone of seduction "Make sure it's my outfit, since you insist" He gives you a wink "Look very sexy, darling and we don't even need a date for me to ask you out, that goes for you too Timothy" You all looked at each other for a few seconds before Conner couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, you and Tim followed his example.

"That would certainly make things easier" Tim was still laughing a little as he said the words, Conner struggled a little to stop the laughter as he said "We should do it" You and Tim raised your eyebrows at him, did he want us to dress sexy? "We should skip the first date part and just date already" He looked at you expectantly "That would be better" Tim said, now all he needed was your approval.

"So anxious" You were amused by how apprehensive they were "But of course, it's better if we're already dating" You shrugged simplistically, your answer drawing a shared smile from the two boys "Well, we'll have to tell the others, first our friends and then our families, I mean... we don't have to announce it now, we should keep things private for a while, at least until we get used to it all, right?" You and Conner watched Tim's anxious rambling, this kind of behavior was frequent in the boy, but it never ceased to surprise the two of you.

"Or we could announce it immediately, Bruce would like to know about it" Conner said amusedly trying to distract Tim from his growing anxiety, you followed his example "Will we have to ask Bruce for Tim's hand?" You saw that it worked when you heard a chuckle escape the boy "Maybe that's necessary" Conner now looked at you startled "You're joking, right?" Tim looks at you confused "Aren't you?" There's a long silence between the two of them, they do that thing of communicating with their gaze, before Conner turns to you and asks "Are we?".

You laugh at their awkward interaction "I have no problem asking for Tim's hand" You clear your throat, recovering from your laughter "I even have a little speech for that" They look at you in surprise "I'm sure you do" Tim says "You should share it with us" Now they're puzzled, had you really planned a speech? You get up from the bed in front of the boys, let out a sigh of preparation and begin to recite what you would say to Bruce "Batman, knight of the night, I am here to claim your son's hand in marriage, with the promise to honor him for the rest of my life" You end your dramatic performance with a bow to the audience.

An expression of relief flashed across their faces as they realized you were only joking, now they were laughing wildly at your act, Conner covering his mouth but still laughing just as loudly "Dark Knight" He struggled to repeat your words and Tim only laughed harder after that. You flopped onto the bed taking Conner's place among the boys, glad that Tim's worries were forgotten by him "I'll warn him in advance so he can get ready" Conner nodded in agreement with Tim "That's a good idea, it's going to be one of the most dramatic events of his life" Conner still had a big smile on his face, he was having a lot of fun with the whole situation.

"Rehearse a speech too, Conner, you'll have to fight as well" His speech drew uncontrollable laughter from the boy "I'd never do that, that's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard" He said a little breathlessly "He'll kick us out of his house and we'll probably lose our boyfriend" He laughed more, exaggerating Bruce's possible reaction "Tim will be locked in a cell and forbidden to see us" Tim's expression became tense again at the supposition of Bruce's possible reaction "Do you think there's a possibility of something like that happening? Do you think he'll really forbid us to see each other?" Conner's eyes widened, he'd forgotten how Tim couldn't see the humor in jokes like that.

You quickly moved closer to Tim, holding his face with a worried expression "No, no, no. He's just joking, everything will be fine" The question hadn't been put to you, but you could provide the answers Tim wanted "There's no reason for Bruce to do that" An instinct in you made you move closer to Tim with the intention of kissing him as an attempt at comfort, you slowed down when you realized what you were about to do. Was it acceptable to kiss Tim? You've always been Physically close, but not that kind of close. The boy swallowed as he noticed your intention, his eyes alternating between Tim's eyes and his mouth.

You asked him in a whisper if you could do that. Conner looked at the whole scene with admiration and when your lips captured Tim's after a silent approval from him, it was safe to say that Conner was ecstatic, fascinated by how common and acceptable that kind of interaction seemed between you, it was genuine and beautiful, a kiss that had no hint of anxiety because it seemed like you always knew you could have it. After the kiss Tim looked at you passionately as he said "Everything will be fine", an attempt to convince himself with the words.

"You're both crazy" was his only response to your interaction "Don't exclude yourself, you're crazy too" you pulled away from Tim, throwing yourself close to Conner who captured you in his arms "Well, it's safe to say that I am" You held out your hand to Tim, wanting him to come closer too. Tim follows your gesture, leaning forward and lying partially on top of you. Now you, Tim and Conner were snuggled up to each other.

"We should plan what we're going to say," Tim said, very much immersed in his own thoughts, he seemed to be talking to himself. The room was silent for a few seconds, all of you were having your own reflections on this "We don't have to" Conner said, drawing a defeated sigh from Tim "Maybe" The three of you seemed satisfied, but it only lasted a short time "But we should" He sat down on the bed now facing you "A little preparation wouldn't be bad. Bruce doesn't cope well with this kind of revelation" He was looking for some kind of agreement from you.

"You need to calm down, it's not like we're doing anything so nefarious. Your mission performance won't decline, he already knows us well, he's dated a thief and an assassin, you're with two heroes. We're at an advantage" You said, trying to show Tim that his ideas were altered, but that didn't diminish his fear "If it would make you feel better, let him be informed before we talk to him, tell your brothers and he'll cope fine, he's a grown man, Tim, remember that" You tried again. "Maybe you're right" He went back to his old position, looking less distressed, but still tense "We'll be fine" Conner said "Probably" Tim whispered "We will" You assured him.

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cupids-chamber · 2 years ago

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FIRST DATE WITH XIAO, WHERE YOUR quiet standoff-ish crush asks you out on a date.. how will this unexpected proposal end?

TAGS: GENDER NEUTRAL READER, MODERN!AU, COLLEGE!AU, SOFT!XIAO, FLUSTERED!XIAO, MAY BE A TAD BIT OOC

Xiao asking you out was quite unexpected, he seemed closed off, in fact you were more then certain you would have to make the first move in this relationship. It was quite clear the two of you liked each other, with his swift glances in between halls, how he’d speak with you and strike a conversation with you almost always despite hating the idea of speaking with others so much, he always seemed to have something to talk about.. with you! This and many other signs, all led you to believe that he had feelings for you.. but imagining him to make a direct move was.. well far fetched to say the least.

So it was quite the surprise seeing Xiao’s flushed face, while he asked if he could speak to you alone, even then you didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary, until of course Xiao spoke out “Hey um— would you like to go out with me?”..

“Like a date?” you added, and you swore you could see his ears turn bright red, “Yes.. um.. Like a date!” His response was sweet, and some of his words came out as incoherent babbles, and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his rather innocent reaction to the question, “Sure!”

Xiao offered to pick you up, but you preferred going there yourself, hoping to run some small errands before you got to the actual location at hand, as for his plans, he said he wanted it to be a surprise! So, the conversation ended with him handing you the location, and time.

You had gotten to the location about 15 minutes earlier than the time Xiao had given, yet Xiao was already there, he seemed to have been waiting for you.. Taking a moment to think, you decided to sneak up on him, quietly tapping his shoulder, startling him in the process.. “Waiting for someone?”

“You’re here” his voice was just above a whisper, but you could feel the excitement laced within them, “Yep! Where we goin’?” you asked, curious as to what he had planned for the two of you today, he didn’t even bother hinting or indulging your pleas, when you asked beforehand.

“Well I have um— a couple things prepared, if you don’t mind!” he asked, carefully picking his words not to sound way too excited, he didn’t want to alarm you.. “Not at all!”

“Then let’s get going”

The date started out simple, the two of your first stop was to the movies, nothing too surprising yet it was interesting to say the least, if anything you expected Xiao to pick out a horror movie, or maybe a thriller, however instead Xiao had picked a slice of life movie, and it was rather entertaining to say the least, in the middle of the movie you leaned down on his shoulder, and you could swear he froze in his tracks, as he stiffened in his place. You took a look at his face and saw his bright red face, “Are you good?” you whispered catching him of guard, “Y-yeah”

Then the two of you went to an arcade, where he showed you some of his favorite games there, he then taught you some of the cheats he learned to win more tickets, the two of shared many laughs, and you learned that Xiao was terrible at puns, yet you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw his genuine confident smile while he said some of the cheesiest of things.

The last stop of you both was at the park, before you head there Xiao picked up some take out for the two of you as you both walked throughout the area looking for a comfortable spot to sit down and eat. The sun was setting, and you were sure the date was going to come to an end soon.

You took another bite of your food, “I had a really great time today” you said, trying to break the awkward silence, though saying that with your mouth stuffed full was probably one of your worst ideas today, however it probably wasn’t the first time you embarrassed yourself this evening.

Xiao didn’t reply, he seemed out of it.., “Hey— um, do you mind if we do this again sometime?” you asked, it seemed fair that this time around you’d ask him out. “Huh?.. well.. um.” You took notice of how his ears turned slightly red at your question, “I’d love to” he finally responded.

The two of you spend the rest of the time talking about your plans, and just about anything really, enjoying the comfort of one another's presence.

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jelly-and-strawberries · 1 year ago

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Human Activities They Love To Do ft. The Eldarya Boys pt. 1 ♡

Nevra ♡ Playing Laser Tag or Paintball/Going to a Escape Room – He likes the adrenaline of playing games as laser tag of paintball. – He enjoys it more when you're in the same team. – He's competitive as hell, but he would go as far as protecting you even if you're from the opposite team. – If someone manages to eliminate you, Nevra will hunt them down and get revenge. – Being a vampire gives him an unfair advantage, but nobody has to know. – When you want something more easy going, you hit the escape room. – Nevra is smart, he knows where to look for clues and how to descipher them. – Sometimes, he needs help with certain things related to common knowledge from Earth and that's where you come in handy. – The two of you make the dream team. – When you work together to win, he can't help but remember the feeling of going on a mission.

Ezarel ♡ Watch a Stage Play/Having a Spa Day – I feel that Ezarel would be a theater kid, I don't know why. – Anyway, he likes seeing all kind of theater performances. – His perfect date night is dinner and then watching a theater play. – It's fun to see his amused reactions during every musical number. – He would also love having a spa day. – He's into self-care a lot, so being able to pamper himself and relax is just a dream come true. – And it's even better with you right next to him. – Even if you can't go to a real spa, you manage to make your own spa at home and treat each other. – It's more intimate that way and Ezarel doesn't have to feel awkward others touching him.

Lance ♡ Watching Hockey Games/Practicing Snow Boarding – He's a ice dragon, so he goes more for activities in a cold environment. – He started watching hockey games on TV interested in a sport that involved his element. – He wasn't expecting to become so invested, but now he has a favorite team and everything. – Sometimes you get tickets to go and see it live, but mainly you lay on the couch and watch the game while cuddling. – Since he liked hockey so much, you introduce him to other sports such as skiing and ice skating... and he ends up trying snowboarding. – He was born to do snowboarding, he has a natural talent as said by the instructor. – He enjoys the adrenaline rush, the cold, and you gazing at him in awe. – You two regularly go to ski resorts, so Lance can practice snowboard and you can learn skiing. – It's always so fun, even when you manage to fall so many times. – You're just happy to know Lance has found something he enjoys to do at Earth with you.

Leiftan ♡ Visiting Museums and Art Galleries - He wants to learn about your world and also spend time with you, so visiting museums works perfect for him. - His favorite museums are the Science and Natural History ones. - He gets all excited while in there and you can't help but to feel the same way. - He loves walking along the exhibitions while holding hands. - He's down to go see some art galleries as well. - You two have a game where you try to guess what is the favorite art piece of each other and the loser has to cook dinner. - Sometimes he gets clingy and wraps his arm around your waist. - I bet he would study really hard, so once you're at the museum he can tell you all kinds of interesting facts just because he wants to impress you.

Ps. Part 2 coming soon hopefully ♡

Still can't believe that Eldarya is over... Our guys deserved better :(

#eldarya #eldarya the origins #eldarya a new era #eldarya new era #eldarya headcanon #eldarya leiftan #eldarya to #eldarya ane #eldarya ezarel #eldarya lance #eldarya nevra #eldarya mathieu #eldarya valkyon #eldarya chrome

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thesandwichdaddy · 8 months ago

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Whiplash

{Alice/Andrew-Whiplash}

(TW: smut, light oral (fem receiving), fingering, questionable scenario?, light mentions of blood, Teacher x student (CONSENSUAL AND OF AGE), sub! Andrew)

I would love feedback on all of my work ! I try to make the original characters non descriptive as possible. Alice is replacing Fletcher in this. Hopefully you like it LOVE YOU ❤

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Pure hell was the only thing Andrew could think of to describe Alice’s class. She was a cruel, sadistic music teacher who no one ever dared to challenge. Only pure insanity and masochism could drive a man to take her class.

And that was Andrew, always craving the thrill of a challenge—something to make him feel alive. Maybe it was the pure boredom and constant pity he was raised with, or maybe it was his curiosity that made him make the decision.

Although this wasn’t the idea in the beginning, A music college far, far away from his family—that's all he wanted. And sure enough, in the usual college setting, boring bullshit came in the mail, and while looking through it mindlessly, something caught his eye. A request to Schaffer was hand-picked by Alice Lambert herself.

Maybe that’s when his ego grew. There was definitely a change in him at that moment. He obsessed over it, googling anything he could about the school and Alice, trying desperately to find a reason for them to pick him to join. Was it his gpa? Something that they were specifically looking for other than just his skill? There wasn’t any way that someone like him could actually be brought to Schaffer.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t find a single other reason than Alice simply liking his performance. Andrew laughed like a madman, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Now, though he didn’t really care too much about college, he wasn’t clueless to know that Schaffer was a big deal—maybe not to his parents, but who cared about them anymore? Andrew is an adult now; all that matters now are his thoughts about himself. Or at least that’s what he thought.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a skinny, awkward boy’s first day of college and his first day in Alice‘s class. Sure, he had heard horror stories about her, some classmates whispering to him about the outrageous things she’s done. He could even find pictures of her previous classes winning awards. It was hard to imagine that someone like her could do the things he'd heard, but he could see the intimidation radiating off of her through his computer screen.

Her eyes were sharp and analytical. She was an independent, well-dressed woman. She looked neat and professional in her photos, with the charming smile she gave as she looked at the camera and wore that casual blouse and suit. There wasn’t ever a bad angle with her; she’d probably kill the photographers if there were.

Something caught Andrew's attention about her, and it wasn’t just her looks. She hadn’t been teaching long, from what he’s seen, only around two years. And she didn’t look much older at all. It almost infuriated him that someone this close to his age had already mastered and earned a job he had dreamed of having.

When he saw her in person, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He closely watched her face, every small reaction to indicate any sign of emotion other than the cold that she gave usually. Though her face didn’t budge when he walked in, she was just introducing him and telling him where to sit. Something about her voice sent a chill down Andrew's spine. Maybe it was him just needing to get used to hearing such a woman every day, or maybe it was how she said his name, which he hadn’t heard from someone in quite a long time.

Andrew kept it as cool, distant, and professional as he could. Hell, he even bought new clothes just for her class; that black blouse she had on today put his white dress shirt to shame. But he tried not to get insecure; it was much too early for that.

Despite his ego, which he was very aware of, he thought he did very well. Until Alice gave him a certain unimpressed look and just moved on after his performance. He could feel the blood rushing to his face in response as he tried to hold it together. I mean, nothing? Even a nod would be appreciated from her.

He tried harder, of course, and waited and waited. One thing Alice did tell him was that he was off-tempo—not so great, but something—an interaction with him at least. But that repeated in his head over and over and over as he stayed up late at night to practice until his hands bled. The next day, it was his tempo that was wrong again. He swore it was fine, but he quickly adjusted his tempo. Alice walked over closer and asked him to try it again.

Andrew was starting to sweat a bit now, getting nervous as she came closer, but he tried again, looking up at her after he was done to watch her expression.

He envied how she could hide her emotions so well. She gestured for him to go again, a blank look on her face, and he went again. It turned into again and again and again. He thought he was going to go insane. Alice’s patience looked like it was thinning with every passing moment. Andrews hands started to hurt, crimson red smearing on his drumstick as he played. But she didn’t care, so he didn’t care, just listening to her tell him what to do, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong.

Three hours he spent at his drum set, endlessly repeating the same beat, trying to find the goddamn tempo. It was remarkable that Alice stood in the same spot the entire time, watching him. He didn’t stop, not until the blood caused his drumstick to slip out of his bleeding, agonizing hands, forcing him to quit. And with that, Alice stared at him and gave a simple

“Needs work.”

Andrew couldn’t believe it; he didn’t want to believe it. Needs work?! Before he could say anything that might cause him to lose his hands, he picked up his drumsticks and left along with the other class in a hurry to conceal the anger and tears starting to form in his eyes. That was just one of the many things he had to endure from Alice.

He tried reminding himself that he was here for a reason. He stared at the letter Alice had sent to him, which he kept on his dresser. The one thing that felt right. The only thing he cared about. He thought of all the possibilities of her being proud of him as he bandaged and wrapped his sore, bleeding hands. He let out a harsh noise of frustration as he felt the sting of his wounds and the thought of what happened today.

He hated her; he couldn’t stand her. He hated how she had so much power over him that he would do anything, as she made him rethink his view of his own abilities. He knew himself. He reminded himself again that the only thing that matters is what he thinks about himself.

Days turned into weeks, and then into months. He did feel like he was improving on his drumming, just nothing else. He couldn’t eat or sleep; his mind was always occupied with her class. Every fiber of him was filled with hate towards her, but that was drowned by a whole other feeling, a desperate urge that he craved more than anything in his life. He realized he needed Alice’s praise. Her validation. It didn’t matter what he thought of himself; it just mattered what Alice thought of him.

Andrew felt like he was going crazy. Maybe it was because he didn’t get it from his parents enough, but he couldn’t explain it; he had never felt this way before about someone. He spent more and more of his night’s crying into his pillow, desperate to get rid of his undying ache for her. How could he hate someone so much and need her at the same time?

He couldn’t take it anymore. He got up, tired of crying, and put on his dress shirt, jacket, and shoes quickly. He didn’t care if it was Saturday; he didn’t care if it was 11 p.m.; he needed to see her.

He knew that woman didn’t sleep; she would be there. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but it didn’t matter. He closed the door to his dorm and strode over to her class, wiping his eyes with his sleeve quickly. He ignored the cold and dark outside hitting him; the only thought was his aching.

After a short trip to her class, he threw open the heavy door, marching over to her side office, and just as expected, Alice was there at her desk, paperwork on the table, and a coffee next to her. Her eyes shot up at him in a questioning manner at his sudden burst into her office at this hour. Before she could argue, she stopped herself and looked at him. He looked like a mess, his clothes messy and his eyes red and pricked with tears, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, staring down at her with a desperate expression.

“Miss…”

He said, between breaths, and tears were threatening to fall down his face. Alice stood up, her expression turning into utter confusion as she came around her desk and stood in front of him.

"What's wrong with you, boy?”

She asked, searching his face for any indication of an answer and having to look up a bit at him due to the height difference. Before Andrew could even think about it, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and stuffing his face in her chest like a child. A choked sob was heard muffled from him in her chest. He wasn’t going to let go. Alice was utterly bewildered at this. How had she been able to push someone to this point? Especially Andrew, for that matter. With hesitation, Alice sighed and slowly brought one of her hands to his hair and her other to his back, making a desperate noise escape Andrew as he held tighter. He didn’t care about his dignity anymore; he just wanted Alice. His protector.

Nothing was said for a moment before Andrew slipped down to his knees, his grip on her still tight as he pressed his face into her waist, looking up at her with his red and wet eyes, making small hums and whimpers under his breath at his ache finally starting to soothe.

Though it was stern, Alice's face even gave away a slight blush as she held his hair in her hand and her breath hitched slightly at his closeness to her waist.

He took in her expensive scent, his cheek slightly feeling her cold belt buckle as he pressed against her on his knees. Never in this life had he felt so desperate or so excited from the moment. He started to breathe her in deeply, calming himself down as his hands started to travel from her back to her thighs, making Alice jump slightly. She gripped his hair, making him look up at her sternly, trying to regain any control over the situation she could.

"Speak, Neiman, what is the meaning of this?”

She said it in an authoritative voice. Andrew groaned as she gripped his hair tightly, his eyes lidded as he looked up at her. He didn’t care if she acted upset at him; if she actually was, she would’ve already gotten him off of her. But she didn't; he was still right here, and she was with him.

“Miss, praise me, please. Anything. Just tell me how to please you, and I will."

He babbled almost incoherently to her, her hands on her thighs gripping harder. Alice’s eyes widened for a moment at this revelation, and she couldn’t help but feel something inside of her fill with that feeling she had craved for a long time. A small breath escaped her, her stern expression starting to crumble. Andrew noticed this and immediately became excited, pulling back to press his face against her waist and his hands coming up to grab and massage her, his hands slowly kneading and groping her just like he always had dreamed of doing to her.

Alice was turning into a mess by the second, desperately trying to keep that professionalism, but she wasn’t used to this, not at all; no one had needed her this badly. And she didn’t hate it—not at all; it felt quite good, actually. She wasn’t sure what to do besides just let him, making eye contact with him, his desperate hooded and red eyes looking up at her, his tears stopping a while ago.

He saw her pleasure and immediately used it as a way to earn his praise. He wanted to please her so much—much more than just as his music teacher. His face trailed down, him kissing her over the fabric of her thin pants, making Alice gasp and take a step back, but unsuccessfully getting away because of Andrew pulling at her harder. Alice gave a grunt at him, Andrew continuing to kiss her desperately like a starved dog, and bit back any further noises at her sensitivity.

“Andrew”

She said it sternly, trying to keep her authority and control over the situation, but her warning fell on deaf ears. Andrew's hands are now coming to her belt, pulling at it as he kisses her. On one hand, Alice knew she should stop him, but on the other, she’s never felt this aroused before in her life. And Andrew knew this, a slight grin on his face as he started to see her giving in to her desires. Her firm grip on his hair started to slightly loosen, and Andrew took this as a chance to quickly pull down her pants, kissing over her underwear and the inner corners of her bare thighs.

Alice’s legs were starting to twitch at this point, threatening to give out on her as she sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Andrew couldn’t wait; he seized his actions, standing and grabbing her hips, easily moving her onto the desk and towering over her. He pulled off her pants and held her legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, giving her an almost predatory look. She realized in this moment how much power she actually didn’t have, and that thought excited her a bit more. He bent down to kiss her legs more, his hands running up and down the smoothness of them as he took his time, Alice leaning back on the desk with her hands gripping the edge for support. Andrew looked down at her for a moment, taking the sight of her in. The papers and coffee slipped their minds for now; it was unimportant right now; the only thing on their minds was each other.

He kept slightly tasting her, taking her time to lick, kiss, and nibble on her thighs, tightly holding them so she wouldn’t move. Soft groans and moans of satisfaction left his lips mixed with the sounds of Alice’s sharp breaths, her giving up on holding them back. He wanted more of her—so much more. His fingers slipped to the straps of her underwear, and he began to slip them off, his breath catching in his throat. The thought of him being the only one to see her was enough to drive him crazy alone. But this wasn’t about him; it was about her.

All Alice could do was lean back and watch him, her body almost overwhelmingly hot to the touch. Andrew wanted to tease her first, taking his sweet time to taste the soft flesh of her thighs, which earned a growl from Alice.

"God, Andrew, you really know how to get on my nerves."

She said it lowly to him, which caused him to give a chuckle against her skin.

“Not the right tempo?”

Andrew asked with a grin, and before she could answer, he brought his face down between her legs, firmly holding them open, shutting her up. Alice couldn’t feel mad, not when Andrew was pleasuring her like this. The sensation was almost overwhelming as a sharp moan tore from her, making Andrew moan himself in response to her wet flesh. She tasted better than he imagined, and he imagined more than she could ever believe. He just wished she would’ve let him do it sooner; whenever she yelled at him, it seemed to fix everything.

Alice held on to the desk like her life depended on it, each loud moan she made making her wonder about the possibilities of being caught, but every time she would try to think about it, she was brought right back to Andrew, pleasuring her.

Andrew knew what he was doing; hell, he had even studied before he came over, watching different techniques in porn and even going as far as to research the woman’s anatomy. He wanted it to be perfect for her; she wouldn’t have it any other way. And to Andrew, it was perfect. Every moan and gasp that she has made everything in his life all worth it for this moment right here with Alice

She was making an absolute mess on her desk, which he would happily clean afterwards. But for now, he wanted more—so much more of her. He brought two fingers up to her, pressing and entering her with ease, his greedy mouth working as well. This made Alice loose herself almost completely, her back arching and her squirming at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Andrew was more than prepared, one hand busy fucking her and the other pushing down on her lower stomach, both to hold her in place and to add to the pleasure. He was used to multitasking. Drumming was so much more useful than he ever thought.

Andrew looked up at her almost the entire time, wanting to remember every expression and noise that she made from him. His tongue relentlessly flicked back and forth, tasting her as he fucked her with his fingers rhythmically at a fast pace, trying to send her over the edge. He could tell she was getting close because her moans turned into desperate whines.

“Andrew…please…don’t…I’m-“

She pleaded, only making Andrew push harder into her. He wasn’t about to take any of her pleasure from her; Andrew himself needed this. He wanted her to stop yelling at him and start yelling for him. She created the most beautiful music for him, something he would never forget.

Her orgasm hit her like whiplash. Waves of pleasure flowed through her arched and sweaty body as Andrew guided her through it, making sure she got every ounce of pleasure she could from it. His hand moved gently out of her, making Alice groan in the absence of him, which he made up for by massaging her body softly and bringing his face up to kiss her stomach.

After her climax ended, she relaxed, leaning her head back on her desk, closing her eyes, and breathing deeply, recovering. For a moment, they didn’t speak; they just enjoyed it. Alice leaned up to look at him, thinking about what they had just done.

“Andre-“

He cut her off, gently pushing her back down and moving to open her drawer, pulling out something to clean her with. He softly smiled, handling her with care. Alice didn’t speak; her face was a bit flushed, and she secretly thought that it was very cute and sweet of him. But she wasn’t about to admit that—not right now, at least. Instead, she cleared her throat and spoke softly, her voice a bit raspy, which delighted Andrew.

“Have you gone through my drawers before?”

She said it lightheartedly, which earned him a chuckle.

“Maybe once or twice.”

He responded, finishing cleaning her and her desk before grabbing her underwear and pants and delicately putting them on her like she was a doll. She nodded, grinned at the answer, and let out a breath at the sensation of her clothes coming back. Andrew gave her a kiss on the cheek before picking and standing her up. The realization of her work and coffee came to him as his face turned into worry and pleading.

"Oh, Miss, I am so sorry."

He said before she placed a hand on his cheek, looking at him with her usual sharp expression which prevented him from saying more.

“They weren’t important.”

She said as she felt his smooth cheek with her thumb. Andrew was completely smitten by this, closing his eyes and sighing in relaxation. She kissed his cheek, making him snap open his eyes in disbelief, blood rushing to his cheeks. That’s all it took. After all of that, her kissing his cheek made him blush. God, he was crazy for her. She backed away from him, giving him a last pat on the cheek, her eyes looking into his almost intimately.

“Get some sleep, Andrew; you need it.”

She said this before leaving, leaving Andrew with a lovesick smile on his face. He knew she cared.

Things would be very different between them now, and for once in his life, he knew what he wanted.

#andrew neiman #whiplash x reader #whiplash #smut #andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman x reader smut

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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lol I was skimming through your blog and I saw ppl love to say elain is uncomfortable around lucien I once had this argument with someone and I asked them "why hasn't she break the mating bond?" and they instantly shut down lol

like come on girl if she was THAT uncomfortable wouldn't she asked feyre if there was a way to end whatever it was with him and set herself free and choose azriel? she had 2 years to think about it and it apparently hasn't accrued to her once...

and my bigger question is why Azriel hasn't ask himself that? ah right... he hasn't think beyond the fantasy of her in his bedroom so he dosen't really care if she's mated or not bc his brothers are mated to her sisters and lucien of all people is mated with her, now how fair is that? very romantic...

honestly it's really that simple... yall just need to think a little and stop being blind and delulu lmao

I think it's probably accurate to say Elain IS uncomfortable when Lucien is around.

But.......so what, right? 😂

Feyre was terrified of Rhys when she first met him.

Nesta made Cassian feel like he was worthless when she first met him, snorting and looking away as if he was nothing then told him on multiple occasions to leave her the hell alone.

So yes, Elain is uncomfortable but there are many possible reasons that could be causing that besides the "she has no interest in him and will never have interest in him" argument.

I am the absolute worst around people I'm really attracted to. Like, "can't make eye contact and have no idea what to say" awkward and uncomfortable.

Elain might not want a mate or a male because she's trying to convince herself it's the truth all the while being frustrated that she's extremely drawn to Lucien.

Elain's "newfound boldness" might disappear around Lucien because he can see right through that "newfound boldness" to realize she's fooling herself and those around her, that she's not as happy and fine in the NC as she's putting out there.

Everyone expects Elain to make friends and be optimistic because that's who she's always been but what happens when if it's not working? She wouldn't want to let others down when they have certain expectations of her so she's showing them what they want to see. Maybe she's trying to fake it until she makes it herself.

But a mate KNOWS things and can most likely sense that she's full of shit. That would make me lose my "newfound boldness" too. Knowing someone has a front row seat to my soul and they can see act I'm putting on.

Until we are at the end of Elain's book (considering Nesta STILL couldn't admit her feelings for Cassian until 3/4 of the way through), no one can say for certain that Elain's reaction to Lucien isn't a result of the intense emotions and pull she has to him, that it's something she's fighting having to admit because it's scary.

Like you said, why string the poor man along for nearly two years if she's really not interested? Why keep accepting his gifts? Why not beg Feyre to not invite him to Solstice? And why haven't Az or Elain made any plans on what they'll say to Lucien if they do in fact have feelings for one another? If Elain has no interest in him then why is Rhys telling Az to back off? Why does Nesta call her a wretch for not sitting near him? Why does Cassian feel bad for the longing on Lucien's face? Why did Feyre tell Elain to get to know Lucien? Why did Feyre encourage Lucien to spend more time with Elain? Considering these are Az's people, why are they all on board the Elucien train?

Elain and Az not ending up together is a blip in their journey's. They had a year where they tossed around the idea of something (all the while Az was also tossing around the idea of wishing Mor wanted him). But they can move on and it really doesn't affect anyone to any real degree, not even themselves. If Az can get over his 500 + year old love for Mor within the span of a book then getting over a 1 year long crush should take him 1/500th of that time.

Elain and Lucien not ending up together impacts their entire lives. It impacts the lives of whoever they end up with (that person always knowing that their SO has a unique bond with someone else, a super special connection that only mates share). It's not something, as Rhys tells us, that will ever completely go away.

#elucien #elucien bond #anti e/riel

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nerves-nebula · 1 year ago

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So my friend recently told me a story and it led to a very interesting moment.

She told me a (presumably true?) story about a psychologist or something who was studying psychopathy in people and noticed that he had the similar traits or brain scans or something and he asked his loved ones if they'd noticed any kind of psychopathic traits. And they said that yeah, he seemed generally kind of distant and cold. So he tried to perform the motions of Caring More in the ways that they consider more normal i guess.

And he came up to them and was like “I'm trying to make you feel more loved but you can probably tell I’m just going through the motions. It probably doesn’t feel genuine I should just stop.”

and they said that NO actually it was really nice, and made them feel better that he was trying and doing those little things and affirmations to show he cared even if they didn't come naturally to him.

my friends takeaway from this was that it was very sweet. it was a nice story about a guy learning to communicate his affection to people around him. and like. here's the thing. i get that, I do, it's sweet he's making an effort for them. I'm not trying to disparage the idea of making efforts for the people you love and doing things that don't come naturally to you for the sake of making them feel better. that's sweet, i get it.

but my immediate reaction was like. GOD. how depressing. his loved ones didn't care about how he showed affection, like, at all. they felt he was cold, and once they realized he was different, instead of trying to understand him and the fact that he wasn't being intentionally "cold" or whatever to them, they encourage him to go through the motions of something that feels awkward and insincere.

like they didn't teach themselves to learn that when he does a certain thing he means it a certain way, they just wanted him to go through the motions with them. and it's sweet that he did, but what about them? what are they doing to understand him?

and obviously im reading a lot into this story, and i'm putting a lot of myself into my interpretation. i'm sure he was fine with it, or else he wouldn't do it. I don't know the specifics because this is just a story i was told, so there's probably all kinds of stuff i'm not considering.

but to me it's such a depressing story. because all I've ever wanted was to not have to put up a front around the people i care about the most. i want to be able to be myself and not have to go through any of the socially accepted motions, or put up the kinds of walls that exhaust me when im interacting with people who don't know me well.

the idea that people could know me for years and never try to understand the way i show affection? the idea that they think it would be BETTER for me to go through the insincere motions of mimicking their signs of affection, instead of being genuine with how i love them?

like, what do you people even want. do you want friends? do you even want to be close to someone?? because it just sounds like you want someone to confide in, who will be fake with you as long as it comforts you. it sounds so miserable.

it sounds like being told that your love isn't enough, it's weird and wrong and not worth it. it isn't what anyone who isn't like you would want, and it isn't acceptable to believe that THEY should make an effort for YOU, even if YOU make the effort to understand THEM more.

i have made the effort. i've trained myself into saying more "nice" or "polite" things. i'm still working on my habitual cruelty, which i do without even thinking. i'm not very good at it yet but it's an ongoing process and i'm working on being more considerate. and it's not enough. it's not enough to be better, because my love and affection is still wrong and bad. because I show my dedication through actions, and I don't say enough of the meaningless phrases that are supposed to comfort you. and i'm so tired and bitter about it.

cuz even my closest friend expects me to be fake. forever. or until i've faked it enough that it's second nature to me.

i wonder if I'll be "fixed" enough for everyone by then.

#nnstuff #rambling #ableism tw #<- maybe??? idk #im pretty sure i have a personality disorder. which is kinda what this is about. idk which one tho.#vent

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cyclonestudios-alt · 11 months ago

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Janara (Janner x Sara) headcanons? From the Wingfeather Saga?

Oh gosh I'm so sorry for answering this so late lol. Janner x Sara headcanons, you say? Alright!

Ok so first of all, they're obviously in love. Janner literally dreams about Sara's eyes, and everytime Sara thinks about a family and husband and whatever, Janner always pops in her mind. Which is, quite frankly, adorable.

So, assuming you're asking about after the series ends, obviously Janner gets revived and all that. Then, Janner and Sara are super awkward around each other and weird and stuff (think about Janner and Sara from season 1 in the show, just they both have more trauma). Kal teases them both endlessly about it, but it backfires on him whenever he gets a crush lol.

I think Sara would tell Janner about what happened after he left The Fork Factory, and while I'm unsure of what his exact reactions would be, I think it would be somewhere between slightly guilty that she did end up getting punished, slightly embarrassed about how many times she thought about him (as if he isn't the exact same xD) and also really in awe, I guess, about her bravery and all the kids that ended up helping her and stuff. Idk but I imagine it'd be something like that.

Eventually, whether it's a year or two later or when they're older teens, they start dating each other. Which everyone in the castle has been waiting for because not only are they literally made for each other, but literally everyone can see that they like each other. For them it's basically like “oh wait we both like each other wow what a coincidence" lol

I'm not sure if you've read Wingfeather Tales, but if not then this will be massive spoilers, so proceed with caution. So, the last story in Tales is about a guy named Karl who's Sara's dad and after she's taken he basically goes on a mission to find her. It's a pretty dark story, but it's one of my favorites so yeah. Anyways, at the end, after like... 30 years or something, he ends up in the Green Hollows where his wife is now living, and she's basically like, “Karl!? Its you!?" And then calls someone she calls “sweetness" to bring her kids to meet their grandpa. That person I am fairly certain that is Sara, and since Peterson talked about how much he loves Wingfeather Tales and considering he literally read them for Audible (complete with the voices and everything) I think that basically makes them canon. Which means that at some point, in the future, Sara has kids.

Now, going back to Janner who is most certainly revived and he and Sara literally are in love and all that, I headcanon that those kids are Janner and Sara's. Which is not only adorable, (and I will fight anyone who disagrees) but it also means that there's a happy beginning/ending (idk what to word it as) for them, and subsequently everyone.

Sorry this ask was so long lol I got started and then got carried away. Also sorry if this isn't what you were expecting, but like I said, I got carried away xD.

Thank you so much for the ask!

#wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga spoilers #janner wingfeather #sara cobbler #Asks

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whycantwegivellove · 1 year ago

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so i finally listened to rebecca london! the highlights for me were lauren, kara, and the orchestra for sure. the acting and singing in general was very good. the things i didn't like as much was how much was cut or changed. obviously i expected some changes to occur, but a lot of it just felt so different and many of the changes felt unnecessary (although idk what's going on behind the scenes so i'm sure they have their reasons). some of the translations and wording felt a bit awkward too. overall though i enjoyed it a lot and i really wish i could go see it live. my scene-by-scene reactions are under the cut :)

act 1

lauren’s voice is so pretty!! the orchestra is already slaying and we’re only on the first song.

mrs van hopper continues to slay lmao i laughed out loud

omg the transition from you will never be a lady to the zeit in einer flasche melody threw me offfff like where was petit dejeuner?? i hope the ensemble gets some good moments throughout the musical bc they were one of the most impressive parts when i saw it in vienna.

i hope someone will type up a full script of this bc i can’t understand what they are saying/singing sometimes (no fault to the recorder, i think i have an auditory issue or something)

ohhh lauren sounds absolutely gorgeous in the zeit in einer flasche bits!! why did they give maxim a part in that song though lmao. i’ll be interested to see how they split this up into an official cast recording (assuming they do one, idk how musicals operate) because there are a lot of singing then speaking then singing then speaking in this section.

sometimes a certain syllable is stressed and it sounds strange to me, but they are also british so idk. the orchestra continues to slay.

idk what this song is post-proposal but ok. tbh i’m glad they cut zauberhaft natürlich bc i strongly dislike that song but i don’t love the replacement song either (og production got it right with no song there at all imo)

ok cutting die neue mrs de winter is CRIMINALLLLLLL!!!! WHERE IS MRS DANVERS’ ICONIC ENTRANCE????? god i was so excited to hear kara sing that part. also the ensemble is really getting the short end of the stick so far :(

i love the translation of sie ergibt sich nicht to “she’s invincible, she’s unsinkable” so much actually. kara sounds soo good. “no man had anything to offer her” sounded kind of weird syllable-wise but oh well, kara navigated it pretty well imo.

THEY CUT DIE LIEBEN VERWANDTEN NOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT, AM I A JOKE TO YOU??? lauren and the orchestra are very much my favorite parts so far, they sound soooo good.

i kind of miss the little musical transition between bist du böse and hilf mir durch die nacht. it’s also super interesting that they had maxim sing his part first in hilf mir durch die nacht instead of ich (obviously i already knew about this but it’s still an interesting choice). the tempo seems to be slightly faster (esp during the verses) but i could be imagining it. it’s also interesting that they translated it to “help me face the night” at some points when “help me through the night” would’ve worked perfectly fine.

oh wow it seems like they completely rearranged the songs after, bc now we get merkwürdig. and the ensemble sounds GREAT i have to say. i’m so glad they finally got a proper song.

ooh kara sounds great during sie war gewohnt. boris remains to be my favorite favell by far but this one is good too. and i’ve said it many times but this orchestra is amazing. naur now why is there an eine hand wäscht die andre hand melody inserted here lol

ohh kara´s breathy tone during the dialog right before rebecca… good shit. oh god kara sounds so good during rebecca. i still hate how it’s “come back, rebecca” instead of “come home, rebecca” and yes i know that’s how it was in the og demo but why would they change it to come back when come home works just as well and sounds better imo? the orchestra continues to slay. lmaoooo at the person who screeched at the end of the song bc that’s such a big mood.

the tempo to gott warum (the beginning at least) sounds a lot faster, i don’t love it but richard sounds really good!! (i generally don’t care abt maxim but i do enjoy this song sometimes). the tempo seems to have slowed a bit later in the song but idk.

oh wow i love this frank crawley!! he sounds so good, i need to put him in my pocket

THEY CUT DER BALL VON MANDERLEY 💔 although i’m glad petit dejeuner made an appearance (i love that song) and that the ensemble got a part here, i very much miss the og song. also, i wish i could see the costumes and choreo for this scene.

NO MRS VAN HOPPER REAPPEARANCE AND NO “IM AN AMERICAN WOMAN” OH I LOST </3 that whole scene is such a slay and i personally love big silly dance numbers so this was a blow :( i love the ich and clarice duet though!! they sound great together.

act 2

“she’s here, she’s there, she’s everywhere” i’m so sorry but i giggled at this part bc all i could think about was the roy kent chant from ted lasso 😭

i actually love the “if you trespass you will bring down her curse” like it sounds so good. although “come back, rebecca” will never not sound jarring i fear. also the bridge of rebecca reprise is homoerotic as FUCK like ok i see you 😏

the ensemble (shadow) part of nur ein schritt did not have the same oomph which was a bit disappointing, but oh they sound great in strandgut. omg why do they keep inserting favell’s eine hand melody into other songs omg it’s so startling and i am not a fan. that being said, the ending of strandgut was very good.

richard sounded great during kein lächeln omg

some of the wording in mrs de winter bin ich still sounds kind of awkward (even after listening to the recording they released) but kara and lauren did a great job navigating it and they sound great together

i am still not entirely sure why they switched around the order of the songs again but im sure they have their reasons.

moving was ist nur lost mit ihm to act 2 is such a choice

i’d love to see the lyrics to eine hand bc this translation is so interesting. this favell has a great voice

ahhhh the ensemble sounds so good

they kept the “i thought i was her closest friend” … 💀 the translation of rebecca reprise 2 is a bit rough but kara does a nice job handling it all. great job.

i didn’t love the ending of finale 2 (i’m a whore for the big flourishing ending in the german productions) but it was beautiful nonetheless

#not that anyone asked #i will definitely be listening to this all weekend #my rambles

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tegileth · 2 years ago

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Dropping this here cuz I need to vent and nobody will see it here anyways:)

Like, 5/6 hours ago my first almost relationship didn't actually happen cuz my dumbass HAS to be FUCKING ACE. and the best part is that I should have expected it, I knew this is what's gonna happen cuz he's fucking normal, he actually even mentioned once that he wants a family so like what was I having my fucking hopes up for right I should have stopped it right in the beginning when he told me not drag this awkward Well we like each other so what now for a WHOLE FUCKING DAY but I just honestly didn't think of it and then didn't know how to bring it up when I can't even bring myself to say directly that I like him (i didn't end up really saying it after all basically just said I don't want kids and that was it, everything I as a fucking clown hoped for in some dark dusty corner of my depressed delusional soul gone)

The worst is that I took it worse than we both expected so he sat there with me for I think over 20 minutes when his friends called him out before and told me over and over that it not working out is not my fault and just reassured me, even told me I'll definitely find someone better once(even tho I'm not fucking looking for a relationship atm, it was just HIM) and tried to make sure I get home safely (cuz I might made a suicide joke during the evening) and just seemed completely at peace with it all and tried to take the blame for telling me he has a crush on me in the first place and I just sat there and didn't even properly ask him how HE is feeling till the end and I feel terrible for that and the fact I kept him from his friends and made him worried and just everything, all I said, my reactions, EVERYTHING and I just hate myself so much right now.

And we just texted for like an hour like nothing happened but I can't tell if he's really okay and not that affected or if he plays it and idk what to do, whether I should ask him how he's feeling but I feel he'd just lie to not burden me or sth and I don't want to bring it up and I don't know what to do now cuz I don't want to lose our friendship but it feels I'm so far gone and don't know how to stop/get back and I feel like I fucked up possibly the best relationship (in the platonic sense) I've ever had and why, what for?

Idk if this is coherent idc I just want to relive these last 2 days to react differently to possibly lessen the pain(?) for both of us but especially him even tho I literally don't even really know how he's feeling and I don't want to propose going out and otherwise we'll meet in 4 weeks (we regularly meet at certain weekend event but I won't be attending for these 3 weeks) earliest and he's leaving for school tomorrow anyways and won't be here for workdays so it doesn't even matter cuz I won't be here for the weekends I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO I HATE TEXTING IT'S SO AWKWARD AND PERMANENT AND EASY TO MISINTERPRET

I just wish a car would run me over soon are something similar cuz I don't think I can do this anymore STUPID FUCKING BRAIN CHEMICALS

#tw sui ideation #tw sui vent #tw vent #ace shit #just my fucking life #ace

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restlessmaknae · 2 years ago

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fake it till it’s real [theo]

After kissing Theo whom you haven’t even met before, you don’t expect to become his fake girlfriend the next day, but falling for him seems inevitable nevertheless.

➳ Characters: instrumental band member!Theo x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: comedy, fluff, fake dating au, band au, uni au

➳ Words: 8.1k

➳ Warning: drinking, getting drunk, an ex who doesn’t understand no

Waking up with a headache and feeling nauseous was bad enough.

Waking up in a place you had never been before was worse.

Waking up with a headache, feeling nauseous in a place you had never been before, facing a stranger when you sat up on the couch was the worst possible scenario that you could have imagined.

“Oh my gosh!” You blurted out, your hands flying to your mouth in astonishment. What were you doing in a total stranger’s place when it was bad enough that you had drunk a lot last night, and if you hadn’t dreamed kissing a certain burgundy-haired boy, then you had kissed a stranger, but still ended up at someone else’s place?

“Please, don’t freak out! I’m not God or Jesus, you’re not in heaven, you’re not dead, and we didn’t kidnap you. Any more questions?” The stranger - who had dyed hair too, a bit of silver, so definitely not as vivid as the boy you remembered from the night before - said in one breath, putting on a smile that salesmen put on when they were trying to sell you something.

You didn’t know how to feel about the fact that he had needed to point out that you weren’t kidnapped, but true enough, you weren’t tied to a chair or anything like that.

“Who are you?” You dared to ask as you were trying to blink the sleep - and confusion - out of your eyes. Gosh, sometimes you should really hold yourself back from drinking alcohol! Or at least, you should do it at home, not at a bar where anyone could see you.

“My name is Keeho,” he replied with the giddiest smile possible. At least, someone didn’t seem to find this situation super awkward unlike you.

“But I don’t remember seeing you yesterday.”

“Oh, you didn’t. I’m the best friend and flatmate of the guy you kissed last night,” he broke it down to you, and when he saw how you closed your eyes for a second at the mention of that kiss, cheeks flaring up, his lips curled into an annoying little smile. “Oh, so you remember…” He teased, and if the memories coming back weren’t already enough, he just needed to voice out the obvious.

However, you couldn’t just throw a pillow at him or something, so you bit down on your tongue, holding yourself back from saying anything. Keeho was either oblivious or didn’t care about your reaction, he merely leaned back into the chair that was pushed to the living room table that separated the two of you. It looked suspiciously similar to the chairs beside the dinner table, so you wondered whether someone had been watching you over while you had been sleeping.

“Spill the tea, girl! Taeyang wasn’t really helpful when I asked him what happened,” Keeho admitted, chattering casually as if it had been an everyday thing that someone like you had ended up in their flat after drinking too much and probably blacking out by the end of the night.

You didn’t let yourself dwell on it too much though, you were curious about something else instead.

“Was he really mad?”

“No, I wouldn’t say so. He wasn’t any more judgemental than he usually is,” the guy shrugged his shoulders, and you had no idea whether it was a good thing that his friend wasn’t any more judgemental than usual. No matter how judgemental he was, you didn’t know how to face him again. “Now, tell me. It’s just the two of us. He’s out getting groceries,” Keeho reassured you as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.

If there was one thing that was more weird than ending up in the flat of the boy you had kissed the night before, it would definitely be telling his best friend/flatmate all about last night. Not that Keeho seemed weirded out, but that didn’t make you feel better. On the other hand, what could you lose though? You had probably lost some face already, there was nothing that could be worse than that, you assumed.

With a resigned sigh, you realised that you couldn’t be any more embarrassing than you had already been, so you started telling him about what had happened.

“So I have this ex, and he kept calling me last night, asking if I had time to meet him. Honestly, I’m kinda fed up with him, so I lied that I was busy. You see, he’s rather clingy…”

“Clingy or he doesn’t understand no? I think there’s a difference,” Keeho chirped in, a worrisome wrinkle stretching between his eyebrows. He seemed rather serious for someone who had seemed like the giddiest person on Earth a minute prior.

“I guess the latter,” you croaked out, not wanting to explain your complicated relationship with your ex. “So I went to this bar, hoping to forget about him, and your friend played there with his band, Seoul Serenade. They were pretty sick though,” you couldn’t help but comment, and Keeho looked like a proud mother with that ‘that’s my boy’ grin on his face. You shook your head, trying to get back to where you had left off even though your headache was killing you. “Anyways, so I was sitting by myself at the bar stool, but when I looked around, I saw my ex coming our way. My ex! So I didn’t really think too much, I just turned to the guy next to me, briefly recognising that it was the guy from the band, told him ‘i’m sorry, my ex is coming’ and I kissed him. And I don’t really remember the rest,” you admitted truthfully, letting out a long, guiltful sigh afterwards. Just what had you gotten yourself into? From one mess to another, you were truly something else.

You looked up at the silver-haired boy with a tentative look, but he didn’t seem that taken aback by the details. His following words explained it all though.

“Yeah, well, Taeyang said that you knocked yourself out by the end of the night. But he also said that the guy who asked him who he was and why were you kissing him was with another girl.”

“What?” You shrieked, trying to retrieve your memories from the night before, more specifically if you had noticed a girl by your ex’s side. You might not have paid too much attention to him since his presence had already been enough to trigger a flight or fight response in you, but could he have been with another girl for real? Then, why had he called you if he had already found a girl for the night?

Deep down, you knew the answer: because he was a piece of trash who only needed to flatter his ego with how many girls liked him.

“So when that guy, I assume your ex, asked Taeyang if he knew you, he said yes, but when Taeyang asked him who the girl was beside him, he said she was his girlfriend. Then, Taeyang brought you here because he couldn’t wake you up and didn’t know where you live.”

His confirmation didn’t sting at this point. You had already known just how big of a douchebag your ex was for you had broken up with him because you had caught him cheating. He was one hell of an actor because he had even managed to fool your whole family, making it seem like he would be the perfect future son-in-law.

“Ah, I’m so embarrassed,” you croaked out, hiding your face behind a pillow, feeling more embarrassed than bewildered by the events of last night. Screw your ex, you had still made a fool out of yourself in front of that so-called Taeyang!

“Girl, I don’t think you should be embarrassed. Your ex should. What a douchebag! Already having a girlfriend but still wanting to meet up with you,” Keeho rumbled, genuinely furious. It could have warmed your heart that he seemed so protective over you even though you were practically strangers, but your humiliation overshadowed any other emotion you could have felt.

“Well yeah, we broke up because of the same reason.”

“Jesus christ, the audacity of this-” Keeho was about to full-on curse when the door flew open, and the burgundy-haired boy from the night before walked in.

For a moment, there was complete stillness in the room. You were looking at Taeyang, then Keeho, then back at Taeyang while the musician kept his eyes on his best friend as if he wanted to use telepathy on him to tell him something.

“Don’t just stand there! It’s not like I’ve murdered her or anything,” Keeho justified, flanging his arms into the air. His friend rolled his eyes pretty dramatically, but with the way Keeho was also dramatic, it didn’t seem that overdone. Maybe they hadn’t actually talked it through how they would treat you once you woke up.

Not wanting the two boys to get into a fight or anything of the sort, you turned your head towards the burgundy-haired boy and cleared your throat. When he finally averted his eyes to look at you, his expression remained the same alas he seemed a bit annoyed. Oh well… You should have seen it coming.

“Can we talk? Just the two of us?” You asked nevertheless, yet instead of answering, Taeyang looked at Keeho.

“Oh please, I’m not even here. I’m a hallucination,” the boy quoted the famous meme, but Taeyang wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he gave him a very pointed glare to which Keeho could only succumb. “Okay, okay, I’ll be outside. Chatting with the neighbours or their cats, you know,” he announced semi-ironically, and huffed when he rose from the seat and passed by his best friend to eventually leave the flat.

You were about to stand up when Taeyang walked to the kitchen aisle to put his grocery bags down and started getting the items out. You froze for a moment, not knowing whether he was actually really angry at you or just unbothered because this passive aggressive behaviour didn’t ease your nerves at all.

Either way, it was better to get over it as soon as possible, so you pulled yourself together to blurt it out:

“Look, I’m so sorry. I was very tipsy and very angry at my ex, and I just didn’t think straight.”

“Your ex already has a girlfriend. Is that why you were angry?” He asked nonchalantly as he was putting a bottle of orange juice into the fridge. His implication hurt even though you had no reason to be mad at him because he hadn’t had a chance to ask about it the day before.

“No. He actually wanted to meet up with me yesterday. He keeps wanting to get back together, but I broke up with him because I found out he was two-timing,” you confessed for the second time that day, but as expected, Taeyang’s reaction was a bit different from Keeho’s. Even though he did stop for a few seconds before putting two bags of rice into a cupboard, he just snorted at first. At first, you thought that it must be because he assumed that you were foolish enough to believe your ex, but thankfully, he had some sympathy left in him.

“Huh, so he was doing the same yesterday. I mean, trying to do,” he put together the pieces, and you just let him digest the information while you were internally preparing for the best possible apology in the world. Words didn’t come easily though, and it didn’t help that Taeyang just kept putting the groceries away, but at least, you didn’t have to directly face him when you finally plucked up the courage to properly apologise.

“Anyways, that’s my mess of a love life. Please, forgive me for bringing you into this. I’ll stay out of your life after this, I promise. Just forgive me.”

Yes, you were practically pleading at this point, but you couldn’t care less. You had already thrown your pride out of the window when you had met him, so this wasn’t all that bad. On the other hand, the burgundy-haired boy kept silent for a few moments, finishing up on packing out. All you could do was to stare at him, hoping for a reaction, but instead, you just realised that this hair colour really suited him, and that he was actually much taller than you had remembered, and oh his eyes were really pretty and-

“Well, about that…” He cleared his throat suddenly, finally turning around to face you from the other side of the kitchen aisle. You gulped nervously before he continued. “Our manager saw us kissing. He’s been assigned to us not too long ago because we’ve gotten a record deal, and he’s taking this relationship stuff pretty seriously. No matter how much I tried to tell him that we aren’t dating, he thinks that I’m saying this because I don’t want to get into trouble. So now he wants to talk to you, too.”

“Wait, what?” You shrieked, your head spinning with all the new information. And with the remains of last night’s alcohol too, but you were to blame for that. But this? “What am I supposed to tell him other than what you’ve already told him?”

“I don’t know, just… try to tell the truth,” he shrugged as if it hadn’t been a big deal for him, but for you? You had not only kissed a stranger the previous night, but you had also been caught kissing him by your crazy ex and also Taeyang’s manager? His manager who was probably very much fuming because bands should probably not date, especially before their debut? Or you had no idea, they weren’t idols after all, and if they were playing at your local bar, they were probably not under a big entertainment company.

Or maybe you were just trying to justify the recent happenings because you didn’t want to face even more embarrassing consequences.

“Okay. When should I talk to him?”

“As soon as possible.”

You gulped yet again, the nauseous feeling from before coming on stronger than ever. Thank god you didn’t live with your parents or anything because you would be dead if they heard what happened, not to mention the whole ruckus with his manager already. What could you do though? You wanted to face the consequences of your actions as responsibly as possible, so you told him that you could do it whenever, and he told you to get ready to head out.

Before that, he reached a bottle of hangover drink out to you, and you took it, blinking rapidly. Before you could thank him or pay for it though, he was already heading towards the door with you following behind.

Turns out they weren’t under a big entertainment agency, so that was good. However, the seriousness of the situation still scared you, let alone all the chipcard entrances and band posters on the walls at the Harmony Entertainment building. You weren’t supposed to be at a place like this, especially not with a boy like Taeyang by your side.

No need to say that the bus ride there had been pretty quiet except for you introducing yourself and Taeyang telling you what to expect at the company and what kind of a manager Lee Jaeyoon was. He had told you that all the other guys in the band already had girlfriends, so Jaeyoon was preparing to put together a very PR-friendly announcement about it for the time they would debut because he took the issue that seriously. They were allowed to date, but the company needed to know about it, so him not telling Jaeyoon about you two had seemed like a major sin in their manager’s eyes.

Knowing that, you didn’t feel any better, but that hangover drink at least helped. A bit. However, it couldn’t stop your stomach from dropping when you came face-to-face with the band’s manager who appeared to be kind, but who knew just how kind he actually was. People in PR needed to be good at concealing their real feelings, right?

Fearing his reaction a whole lot, you almost knocked over the table in the meeting room (by accident!) as you were sitting down, and you didn’t need to look at Taeyang to feel his eyes on you.

“Look, I don’t want either of you to feel bad about this,” Jaeyoon started very diplomatically, and paused a bit before he continued. He was a quite good-looking guy, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, and he dressed professional yet still casual with his soft beige cardigan and plain white tee paired with navy jeans. He could have passed for a friendly neighbour just by his appearance, but you were rather anxious from the moment you faced him, so you couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that you wished you could just disappear from the face of Earth.

“You’re at an age when you’re free to date. What’s more, you should do so. Experience love and heartbreak and all that. You know I’m not against it. If you manage to debut, we’ll release a statement that you guys are all taken, that’s all.”

So far, it wasn’t so bad. It was just what the boy had already told you about. However, you were fearing some kind of a major outburst of his or some yelling or… you didn’t even know what. This guy was just too calm. Eerily calm.

“However, if you aren’t honest with me, it’s not going to work out well, and the record label might not find you trustworthy. I know, Taeyang, that you’ve said that you aren’t doing it because of the fangirls, and I get it, you have a girl you like already, but…” When he averted his eyes to you as he was talking about you, he caught sight of your hands on your stomach and your very much pale face. “Are you okay?” Jaeyoon asked, genuinely concerned. You tried to put on a somewhat genuine smile, not going into too much detail.

“Ah, I’m just not feeling too well, but it’s okay. It’ll pass.”

Jaeyoon nodded politely, and you thought that he would leave it at that, but instead, his eyes widened twice their size in the next second, and the long-awaited yell came.

“OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU PREGNANT?”

“OH MY GOSH, NO!!!” You yelled back at him, probably not having the best impression on him, but it was just so absurd. You had met Taeyang for the first time the previous night! You had kissed, that’s all, you were definitely not pregnant. “No, we didn’t… We… NO!!”

Apart from appearing a bit too wide-eyed, Taeyang didn’t seem any less unbothered for which you were actually thankful because at least someone kept their cool in the meeting room. Maybe it was the fact that he was ever so patient or Jaeyoon’s naturally calm demeanour, but the manager went back to his previous state a few seconds later, chuckling a bit nervously.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a baby would be a bit too much, but yeah, trust me on this,” he said, possibly in a way to reassure you, but if anything, you were just more worked up than before.

“But we aren’t dating, really, we just-” You tried to justify, keeping your voice at least somewhat stable, but someone cut you off.

“Okay, alright. We’re dating. Are you happy?” Taeyang blurted out, and your jaw literally dropped. What. The. Hell. He was just joking, right? He had to be… It was just that he was too good at this neutral face of his that his manager took him seriously, smiling at him like a proud mother.

“I’m so proud of you for speaking up,” Jaeyoon noted, his voice a lot softer than before. You blinked in confusion, waiting for Taeyang to correct himself, but he just sat there, looking at his manager until Jaeyoon let you go your own way after reassuring you that it was fine, he would talk to the label.

Well, it wasn’t fine for you, but you waited with your frantic question until you reached an empty corridor because you didn’t want Jaeyoon to hear the two of you.

“Why did you say that?” You lowered your voice as you turned towards Taeyang, your eyebrows high up in the skies. Taeyang merely shrugged, and while his unbothered state hadn’t fazed you before, now it was definitely getting on your nerves.

“It’s not like he seemed to believe us…” He pointed out, and well… He was right, but still. He had still lied to his manager! “Plus, if I say I’m taken, I won’t be the only single in the group, so it’s going to be chill,” he reasoned, and even though you hadn’t met him long enough, based on what Keeho had said about his best friend and what you had seen from the burgundy-haired boy already, that much you could believe him. The less drama he was involved in, the better.

You, on the other hand, were still very much up in your head about last night, that kiss, your crazy ex and Jaeyoon’s assumption about you being pregnant, so you were nowhere near calm. Nevertheless, you tried to suck in a deep breath and exhale deeply before trying to carry on with this conversation.

“So am I your fake girlfriend now?”

Now that you put it that way, Taeyang didn’t seem that unbothered anymore, but it only took him a good three seconds to shrug it off.

“I mean… if you want to tell your ex off, now you have a reason to do so,” he suggested (or offered?), and well, he was right (damn it, why did he have to be right all the time?), but if you had known that you would end up as his fake girlfriend, you would have never kissed him at the bar. Even though that kiss had been actually good, and the boy in front of you didn’t seem half as worked up over it as you were…

Still, you wanted to make sure.

“So will you forgive me for last night if I act like your fake girlfriend?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” the musician replied coolly, and dear lord, you definitely had a lot of worries, but at least pleading for his forgiveness wasn’t involved anymore. Just a whole bunch of other stuff including being his fake girlfriend.

What a turn your life took just under 24 hours, huh?

When you went your separate ways from the entertainment company, you set some rules. No unnecessary interaction or public photos of the two of you on SNS for now, but the people around you needed to believe that you two were together, so you could drop some comments about the other to the ones closest to you. Needless to say, your parents were over the Moon when they heard the news whereas your flatmate rolled her eyes as if it hurt to congratulate you (not that you were actually dating Taeyang, but it wouldn’t hurt to receive a few nice words). You told your best friend too, but you told everyone not to demand answers or meetings with the boy because you were just in the “beginning of your relationship”. Plus, you told your ex too who finally got the message that you had moved on, and stopped bothering you. Huh, if you had known that it would take him this much, you would have lied to him a long time ago that you had a boyfriend.

Putting that aside, since you had knocked yourself out on a Friday and you still had a few weeks left of your spring semester, you tried to busy yourself with your studies for the time being. Sure, you stayed in contact with the boy, constantly asking questions (like what should you say, where you had met, what his parents did and did he even attend college?), but you didn’t meet up which definitely did good to the state of your heart since you had made the mistake of looking up his punk-rock band - Seoul Serenade - on Youtube, and you had fallen down the rabbit hole of checking out all of their covers and some of their original songs, too.

However, you called it research since it didn’t hurt to be familiar with his musical background and his band members - Hwiyoung on the drums, Chani on the bass, Jiung the lead guitarist and vocalist, Taeyang also known by his stage name Theo as the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist -, but oh boy, you just realised yet again that Taeyang was super talented (all of them were), and heck, the comments were even right about him being handsome. You might not have paid too much attention to his features since your nerves had all been frazzled when you had last talked to him, but there was just something chic and charismatic about him that you couldn’t quite put your fingers on. Plus, that burgundy shade of his hair really fit him!

Anyways, enough of fangirling, the main thing was that you had uni to focus on while he was focused on his music, but two weeks after that fateful night, you received a message from Taeyang, asking you if you wanted to come to one of their band practices because the boys had been curious about you, not letting him live without seeing you for themselves.

So that’s how you found yourself in front of his entertainment company, nervously pacing back and forth as if it could help the anxious state of your heart. Since you didn’t have a chipcard to get inside, you needed Taeyang to come out to fetch you up, but it was just even more nerve-wracking. What if someone saw you? Like one of their fans? Fans these days could get info on everything, and even though the boy had said that it was supposed to be confidential that they were under Harmony Entertainment until their debut announcement, who knew that it was actually true?

It didn’t help either that you had spent around half an hour trying to pick out an outfit because you didn’t want to meet his band mates in sweatpants and a plain tee, but you had a hard time opting for something pretty yet not too much. Then again, you were just overthinking everything as always, hence you were lucky Taeyang got there in no time because you weren’t sure that you could keep waiting there in your state.

“Hi!” You greeted him with a hopefully convincing smile, and he actually gave you a half-smile in return. It was already more than anything you had received from him before!

“Hey!” Taeyang replied, examining your outfit for a few seconds before meeting your eyes again.

“Is it alright, or is it too much? Honestly, I didn’t know what to decide on because I didn’t know what the guys would expect and how they would react, but I didn’t want to seem-”

“You look pretty,” the boy cut you off, rendering you speechless with his confident comment. You blinked a few times, trying to decipher if he was genuine or if he said it merely because he wanted to calm you down, but you assumed he would tell you face-to-face if he didn’t like your outfit. He was straightforward like that.

Consequently, you mumbled something akin to a thanks and he cleared his throat before ushering you inside. As you were following him, you noticed that his hair was in a ponytail, and dear gosh, if anything, he looked even more handsome this way. You had better access to look at his features without his hair covering his face, and you found yourself staring at him way too quickly, so you averted your eyes to the elevator wall instead, waiting to reach the right floor.

“Don’t worry. The guys are pretty chill, just a bit curious, but nothing we wouldn’t be able to handle,” he let you know coolly, but the way he said ‘we’ sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, one that you really wanted to forget about as soon as it happened. Suddenly the air in the elevator seemed suffocating, and the previous weeks of checking out their Youtube videos definitely didn’t help.

You were practically jumping out of the elevator when you arrived on the floor of their practice room, but Taeyang didn’t comment on it. He merely showed you the way, and you followed. When he was about to reach for the door handle of the practice room, you grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop.

“What if they ask something we haven’t discussed before?” You asked frantically, worse and worse scenarios crossing your mind. There were so many things that could go wrong, and you didn’t want them to find out that you were just faking it because that would make everything a hundred times worse. You were the reason you two ended up here, and you didn’t want to put the boy in an uncomfortable situation, so you were slightly hyperventilating.

“We’ll just improvise. That’s fine.”

“And what if they don’t like me?”

For a moment, you thought that Taeyang would laugh at you, letting a mocking smile spread across his lips because he assumed that you were overly sensitive. Instead, he turned towards you with his body, his features softening, eyes deeply boring into yours. You felt like the seconds were mini eternities, your heart hammering away rapidly with each passing second, but his gaze didn’t let you go, and you didn’t dare to look away.

“It’s going to be fine,” he broke the silence, and his voice was the softest it had ever been. “You silly,” he added, mischief turning his eyes bright. You felt yourself drop a semi-annoyed smile and let go of his hand, letting him open the door.

You took in a deep breath before walking inside, but it turned out pretty quickly that you had nothing to be afraid of. Actually, the other three guys all seemed to be more on the reserved side, so they didn’t start bombarding you with unnecessary questions yet they politely introduced themselves. In the beginning, you talked about their band, and you couldn’t help but praise the boys for their talent. Obviously, Hwiyoung mentioned that you probably praised them only because your boyfriend was a member of it, but you fervently denied it. They asked you about your favourite covers, and hollered when they realised just how much you actually knew about their music. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a content smile tinting Taeyang’s lips, but he said nothing, and honestly, you were sure that it was better this way.

On the other hand, when Chani inquired cheekily who was the first in your relationship to make a move, the burgundy-haired boy couldn’t help but point at you, the playful side of him jumping out again.

“She was, she even initiated the first kiss.”

“Yah!” You exclaimed, slightly annoyed and slightly embarrassed even though technically, he was right. You had initiated your first kiss (the first and only), but still… Did he need to call you out in front of his friends and bandmates?

“I mean, I didn’t expect anything less,” Jiung cleared the slight tension in the air with a knowing smile. He seemed to be the mediator type in the band, no wonder he tried to create a peaceful atmosphere. “Taeyang needs some time to warm up to people, but when he does, he shows affection in his own secret ways even though he would try to deny it if you asked about it.”

“I know,” you blurted out, suddenly having all eyes on you. You bit down on your lower lip, wondering whether you should say it or not, but two can play this game as they said, so you decided to speak up. “When I got drunk, he took me to his place and watched over me the whole night from a chair that he pushed to the side of the couch,” you shared your assumption with the boys, and Taeyang could only scratch the back of his neck, so you knew that you were right.

It hadn’t been Keeho who had done so, it had been him. You had kind of figured it out with the way he had gone out to get groceries and a hangover drink for you early in the morning. If he hadn’t cared, he wouldn’t have gone the extra mile, you assumed. You only had one question: why? Back then, you hadn’t even known each other at all, so why had he been so attentive?

“Oh, what a romantic guy!” Chani cooed playfully, and Taeyang rolled his eyes at him, but still didn’t deny anything.

“You know, you can hold each other’s hand or anything, you don’t need to sit so far from each other,” Hwiyoung pointed out with a laugh, and he was right, you sat almost at the opposite ends of the couch. The couch was pushed to one side of the practice room, facing the instruments, so whoever visited could have a great view of the band playing.

Hearing Hwiyoung’s words, you exchanged a glance with the lead singer, your lips curling upwards at the obvious distance between you two. However, you didn’t expect Taeyang to actually close the distance and throw his arm around your shoulder ever so casually as if it had been natural for him.

“Just didn’t want you guys to tease me about it!”

“Oh, but the fact that you have a girlfriend is a big thing! It’s like you’re allergic to cute things, so it’s a true miracle,” Chani exaggerated with big hand movements, and you assumed that your fake boyfriend would roll his eyes or tease the boy back, but instead, he turned to you and said:

“Maybe there are exceptions.”

Oh. Dear. Gosh.

What did he just say? Directly to you?

It couldn’t be real, could it? Was Taeyang flirting with you? For real? Hell no, he was probably just too into faking it.

Your heart literally skipped a beat, and you were sure you were blushing like crazy, facial expression totally giving away just how surprised you were because the boys started laughing, and Jiung needed to remind them to stay focused, so they could start the band practice. Which they did in a matter of minutes, but you were still trying to recover from your earlier bewilderment with the ghost of Taeyang’s touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you burning into your mind. What had just happened?

More importantly, what was more to come?

The thing with being Taeyang’s fake girlfriend was that it was difficult not to actually fall for him. Not only was he a super talented musician with a voice that could send chills down your spine, but he was also affectionate in his own secret ways just like Jiung had phrased it.

For instance, he remembered when your exams would be and which subjects they would be for, sending supportive messages before them and asking about how they went afterwards. He remembered your favourite coffee order, so when you went to more of their band practices and he got coffee for everyone, he got your favourite almond latte with caramel syrup without you directly telling him to. He noticed when you felt truly uncomfortable around a topic and immediately changed it, and he put together that you rather sat in the back of a bus than in the front, so that’s where he sat down when you were taking the bus in the same direction after band practices.

In his case, it was very true that actions spoke louder than words. Not that you had a problem with it since sometimes you wished you could just shut up instead of embarrassing yourself with your many monologues and rambles, but Taeyang never called you annoying or too emotional or anything of the sort. Sometimes you seriously couldn’t decide whether he was being genuine when he said nice things about you in front of his friends or he said it just because you were fake dating, but nevertheless, you let yourself be a bit delusional, and be grateful that you had a boyfriend at least (even if he was fake).

In the meantime, you had practically become besties with Keeho (his words, not yours), and his band members were pretty cool too, even inviting you for the boy’s birthday party in July. Since you stayed in Seoul for the summer because of an internship, you had no reason to say no. Taeyang even liked the birthday present you had chosen for him - tickets for a baseball match because you had gotten to know that he liked baseball -, and maybe you saw it wrong, but it seemed that your gift genuinely took him aback (which was a big thing when it came to him, actually).

Since you spent quite a lot of time together, you got to know each other quite well, and then again, it was definitely difficult not to fall for him. His actions, his words and all the skinship you shared that seemed to become more and more natural as time went by… Your thoughts were soon filled with him, and you found yourself looking for his messages, and ready to talk about him to just anyone. No wonder your parents wanted to see him for themselves.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can still go back,” you turned to the (now fading) burgundy-haired boy at the train station, waiting for yours to come. He looked down at you, dropping a semi-amused smile as he reached out to ruffle your hair.

“Then, it seems I’m going to meet your parents alone.”

“I’m serious,” you pulled on his flannel shirt, something that didn’t make you all red and blushing anymore. However, it did definitely awaken those so-called butterflies in your stomach, and you couldn’t do anything about those anymore. You had given up on fighting this feeling. “You don’t have to go this far for a fake girlfriend.”

“I’ve thought you like spending time with me,” the boy teased you playfully, and even though it was definitely a good sign that he was in an upbeat mood today, you weren’t that laid back. You felt more nervous about him meeting your parents than when you had met his band members despite knowing him better and knowing all the stories you had agreed on regarding your fake relationship even better.

“That’s now what I mean. I-”

“The train is here,” Taeyang hastily pointed out and started walking towards the closest door. You let out a huff and followed him, still sulking a bit as you were departing, but the moment the boy put down a bag of your favourite candy in front of you, your frustration evaporated. He would probably not do all of these if he didn’t mean to.

Your hometown was about two hours away from the capital city by train, yet that wasn’t a lot of time when you spent it talking about your childhood and embarrassing school stories. Taeyang had his fair share of laughs when he listened to your stories, but in return, you didn’t feel guilty for laughing at the way he was reminiscing about his dear kindergarten days and not so dear events that made him cry when he had been ever so young. By now, you knew that the boy was actually much funnier than he made it seem like, and he could get a bit emotional at times too, but you would have never called him out on anything. You liked getting to know all parts of him.

You arrived at your destination on time, and walked all the way to your family’s house since it was pretty close to the train station. You hesitated only a bit before letting yourself inside and opening the door for the boy behind you.

“We’re home!” You announced, a bit timid, but you should have known that your parents would welcome the boy with open arms, especially after the messy end of your relationship with your ex. Your mom had even mentioned once on the phone that you sounded a lot happier these days, and it must be because of your new boyfriend, and you couldn’t really deny it either.

Taeyang was ever so polite with your parents, and he seemed to naturally get on well with them, talking about the latest baseball match with your father and watching in awe when your mother introduced him to her small garden, inquiring curiously about the season they grew in and such. Your parents were pretty cool about him too, not looking down on him for being a musician, but rather being more curious. When your mother asked him to sing a bit, you shushed her, but the boy still did so, and you had a feeling he gained a new fan.

Of course, as with every family gathering, came the embarrassing stories (more embarrassing than the ones you had shared with him on the train) and storytimes that made you blush like crazy. However, Taeyang gave your shoulder a bit of a squeeze, sensing your slight discomfort, and directed a smile at you to let you know that it was all fine with him. In return, he shared some stories about him and his family and also his crazy friends, and they were so fun, you had a great time listening to him.

“Stay for dinner! I’ve prepared so much for you two, even your favourite,” your mother announced looking at Taeyang when you blurted out that you should be going if you want to get back while it was still not dark outside. The boy exchanged a glance with you, but you looked away immediately, too ashamed to admit that you had actually told your mother about so many of his favourite things, it was rather embarrassing.

In the end, you stayed for dinner and then for even more, playing Activity late into night. You and Taeyang were against your mother and father, and it was so much fun, your heart was literally jumping up and down in joy. Once, you abruptly hugged your fake boyfriend when he got a really difficult question right, and instead of letting go of you quickly, the boy pulled you closer, hugging you tighter, making small flowers bloom in your heart.

Sadly, you didn’t win, but it was great fun, and even while you were getting the guest room ready for him to sleep in, you were recalling certain expressions you had no idea how you should have guessed right. Since you hadn’t previously agreed that the boy would stay over, he got some clothes from your dad (thank god for your father’s tall genes because Taeyang was pretty tall), and it was cute seeing him in your father’s shirt that he used to wear for those family sports days you had always signed up for when you had been young.

“Will you be okay for the night?” You inquired once both of you had showered and your parents went to sleep. The boy nodded, a smile plastered on his face (dear gosh, his smile did silly things to the state of your heart!).

“Yeah. Thanks for everything, really.”

“Ah, I’m rather embarrassed that they even made you stay for the night,” you admitted, letting out a chuckle.

“I don’t mind. Your parents are really nice,” he replied casually, his features softening. He just looked at you for a few seconds without saying anything, and it was so weird that you didn’t feel uncomfortable under his stare but rather grateful, you suddenly didn’t know what to do with yourself. “But you… You should stop feeling like everything you do is embarrassing. It’s not. I know your ex made you feel insecure about this, but it’s not true,” he added seriously, and you were so caught up in your feelings for a moment that you didn’t even realise what was odd about his statement.

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“Ah yeah, you don’t remember,” Taeyang hummed, his lips curling into a nostalgic smile. You eyed him for a second, having a feeling what it was about, but he was nice enough to let you know. “You had told me before you knocked yourself out on the night we met. You told me about your ex, and why you broke up, and why you found it hard to open up your heart to anyone after him.”

“Oooh…” It was all you could muster because you truly didn’t remember that you had talked to him that night, let alone about such personal stuff, but well, you were a talkative drunk, that was for sure. However, with his confession, there was just something tugging at your heart, and it didn’t let you go until you asked about it. “So that’s why you actually didn’t mind becoming my fake boyfriend? Because you knew so much more about my relationship with my ex than I would have remembered.”

You got him with it, you could see. You weren’t usually this straightforward, and you didn’t usually call himself out like that, but judging by that kind of awkward smile in the corner of his lips, you guessed that he felt like he was being caught. However, when you just kept looking at him without saying anything, his features hardened and he rose from the bed he had been previously sitting on. You were standing by the closed door, so not far from where he was, but it seemed like an eternity until he walked to you.

“You told me earlier that I don’t have to go this far for a fake girlfriend. Well, I’ve made my choice, and I truly like spending time with you,” he admitted, referring to the words you had said at the train station. With him being face-to-face, his body so close to yours, you felt your heart picking up its pace, but you couldn’t ignore the many scenarios crossing your mind either. He was just so beautiful and so otherworldly, and with the way he was looking at you, you felt like becoming a part of his world, and you were truly thankful for it. For his world was so bright, so loving and so caring.

“I like you,” he added seriously, leaving no room for any doubts. Then, he reached for a stray lock of hair that escaped your messy bun, and tucked it behind your ear, his touch ever so gentle. You felt like a whole galaxy was about to explode inside of you, and when you locked eyes with him, fireworks went off in your heart. “You silly,” he added, his lips curling into a rather coy smile, and you couldn’t help it, you smacked him in the chest while laughing. He was taken aback for only a moment before joining you in the laughter.

“I like you, too, you silly,” you mimicked him, still smiling. He reached for your hand to gently pull you closer to him, and threw his arms around you, inhaling the fruity scent of your body wash. You did the same, feeling your father’s lemongrass body wash on him and your mother’s rose-scented detergent on his clothes, but even without it, he already felt a lot like home; somewhere where your heart always gravitated towards, and it felt good to know that he felt the same way.

Needless to say, you could barely sleep that night with all the little butterflies in the stomach, but one thing was for sure: you couldn’t wait to see what was awaiting the two of you now that you were actually a real couple, and neither of you had to fake it or deny how you were feeling. Coming to think of the fact that it was all because of a drunken mistake, it didn’t really seem like such a bad mistake after all.

Or maybe it was the best mistake you had ever made.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

Truthfully, I didn’t plan to write this right now, but I guess comeback season got to me because I don’t have any other explanation for finishing this in 5 days (during a work week on top of that!) other than the fact that I’m in love with this new era and the new album. 😂

What’s everyone’s favourite song on the album? Mine would probably have to be Mirror Mirror, Doom Du Doom and Different Song For Me. (Yes, I can’t choose just one). 😍

On another note, if you’re interested in other fics of mine or other P1Harmony stories, consider signing up for my taglist here.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

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bad word | kth drabble

⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; one of the kids in your class curses and you make it your responsibility to break it to her dad, luckily you know him better than your co-workers

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, smut, dilf!taehyung

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: protected sex, explicit language, age gap; taehyung is 35 and reader is 28 (although their age is not mentioned in the story, just the age difference of 7 years), mentions of smut, slight biting

⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 6.4k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned anonymously! this was supposed to be 4k but here we go again, another proof that it's a challenge for me to write something short haha

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | ☕️ | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓��𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

“You're doing amazing, Jihoon.” you praise the little boy, patting the top of his head as you glance at his coloring book. The coloring is a little bit off, actually a lot, but you can't really tell him that, can you? He seems to be encouraged by your praise, your heart beaming when he looks up at you and gives you a grin, his two front teeth missing.

You praise other kids at the table, somehow content how silent the room is. Well, apart from the occasional squeals, laughs and toys crashing down the floor every few seconds, but that's just something you got used to very quickly. Now it's just a noise you can listen to without having the need to go somewhere quiet. However, headaches make an occasional appearance once you get back home, the place empty from all the kids noises and their presence. You can't say you hate it though, you actually miss them a lot.

You wouldn't do this job if you didn't like kids. And these particular amazing and cute kids that you get to see five days a week somehow sneaked their way into your heart, so you easily have grown attached to them. You could not see them for one week and feel like they’ve grown too quickly. Not for nothing people say you can see the real time passing by on kids. It's true.

Making your way back to the teachers table, you reach for your bottle of water as you join your co-workers, having a heated conversation while kids have their own play-time without you interfering.

“No, no, no. Mr. Kim has to be the first. Hands down.” Sara says, shaking her head while your other co-worker Katana just chuckles mumbling something along the lines “You've got a point”.

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask them, opening the bottle while taking a few gulps.

“Just ranking the hottest daddies. Kim, Ivy's father is definitely and successfully holding the first place.” Sara waves her hand as if she's talking about weather and not about one of the kids' fathers that is in this very same room.

You choke up, a few droplets of water spilling down your chin as you quickly wipe it with the back of your hand. Katana and Sara burst into laughter, enjoying your sudden and shocked reaction while you glare at them.

“Y/N agrees for sure.” Katana smirks, causing you to frown at her.

“Don't you guys have something else to do?” you mutter, closing the bottle as you feel your heart racing, eyes silently searching for Ivy who's playing with one of the dolls putting them into a kids stroller.

Your heart softens at the sight, her pigtails still successfully holding, the ones you made her once she woke up from her nap time. She always asks you to do them, she can be very persistent when she wants to.

“Loosen up, Y/N. It's not like you don't think Mr. Kim is the perfect dilf out of all daddies here.”

Your head snaps towards Sara, eyes bulge out as you feel your whole face flash while your co-workers laugh at your reaction once again. Your heart beats harshly against your ribcage, feeling their eyes on you as you straighten yourself and clear your throat. Just as you're about to say something, Katana cuts you off before you even have a chance, her eyebrows lifted confidently. Maybe you should be happy they're continuing with the conversation rather than laughing at your reaction and finding you being more frustrated and red with each passing minute.

“He has someone. He clearly isn't with Ivy's mother,”

That's true. Ivy's mother is coming to pick her every second week and it's quite known they're not together. It's not like Ivy's father hides it and besides, Ivy's mother likes to show her frustration towards her ex-husband at every occasion and she definitely doesn't mind if she's doing it in front of her kid's teachers or in the kindergarten her kid is going into. This is definitely not the place to voice out her annoyance towards her kid's father, especially not in front of her even though it seems Ivy has her own little bubble and luckily, doesn't put too much attention to whatever her mother has to say whenever she comes to pick her up, trying to discreetly speak not so fondly about her ex-husband. However, you know better.

Her ex-husband is a very friendly and polite man, loving his daughter like no one else. It warms everyone's heart whenever he comes to pick her up, not because he's handsome or a perfect dilf as your co-workers named him (which to be honest you don't know how to feel about it). Maybe that's why she seems so envious of him because he has a perfect relationship with their daughter. Well, at least that could be one of the other reasons for sure.

However, as soon as those words leave Katana's mouth you feel yourself getting tense all over again as you stare at her with a neutral look. Sara frowns, seeing displeased by the new information and how Katana sounds so sure of herself.

“How do you know that? Has he told you anything?”

Would it be too awkward if you just stepped away from this conversation? Why out of all time, one of the kids can't do something that would require your whole attention and presence? Just like on purpose, there's a complete calm yet cheerful atmosphere in the classroom.

“No,” Katana snickers, “But a man like him has to have someone. I mean, take one look at him. He can't be single.”

You shake your head at her statement, even though partly you'd agree if you didn't know any better. Sara sighs, mumbling a few words of how unfortunate it is that every hot man is either married or dating someone. Not going to lie, you're not blind and it's hard to resist Taehyung's charms. That's what his name is. Kim Taehyung. It sounds nice even in your head. But not even once you were thirsting about him so publicly, especially not in a classroom full of kids even though they can't hear the conversation that's been clearly going on way before you made your way here.

Luckily, someone up there has listened to your silent pleas when two of the kids start to bicker, your clue to turn around and leave from the conversation as you assure Sara and Katana you got it. By the time you kindly explain to the kids bickering isn't nice and give them the pep-talk, Sara and Katana have separated and are playing with other kids.

Later in the day when a few of the kids have already gone home and got picked up by their parents, you're closing the classroom's door while bidding goodbye to one of the kids and their mom. You're opening your mouth, ready to talk to Sara (since Katana already went home because there's no need for the three of you to be here when most of the kids went already home) but before you can, the usual chirpy and soft voice calls out something you'd never expect you'd hear again.

“Fuck!”

You and Sara stare with wide eyes at each other before you glance at the four year old Ivy, her brows furrowed as one of the toys she was trying to reach fell down on the floor with a loud bang. She seems completely oblivious that whatever she said is bad, her small and neaty hands picking up the toy as she glares at the poor plastic pink car for dolls.

“I got it.” You mouth to Sara, seeing her finger pointing between her and you, her silent way of asking who's going to deal with it.

“Ivy, honey,” you call out to the little girl, her round eyes glancing at you as she sits on the wooden stool taking the car with her as she sets it onto the table where her dolls are sitting.

Should you tell her something? She seems oblivious to the curse word that so freely let out her small mouth. Reminding her and trying to explain to her that she shouldn't be talking like that would just put more attention to it. However, this is not the first time you've heard this word because the same thing happened yesterday. You've no idea where she heard it from, well the most likely option is that she heard it at home. But you also know her father is very serious about language around kids, especially around his own kid to be precise. You mean… stuff like that can happen to anyone. People often curse before they realize they did it, it happened to you a lot – not in front of kids or in your job though.

Did he and his ex-wife maybe get into an argument? Maybe one of them cursed and Ivy obviously heard it.

“What did you say just a moment ago?” you ask her, letting her think about it. Okay, if she doesn't remember you'll let it go and act as if it didn't happen. But if she--

“Fuck,” she shrugs innocently, your eyes widening once more as you look around to see if any of the kids heard her. Luckily, they haven't.

Sara stands nearby, not really hearing your conversation but she definitely heard the word “fuck” coming out of Ivy with no problem. She stares at you, somehow looking both worried and amused at the same time as you take a deep breath.

Oh, fuck. She's not even your kid and you feel your palms getting sweaty. You don't want to cross any lines or interfere with the way she is being raised, you know not many parents appreciate when one of the teachers gets involved. However, it's your job to explain to her certain things when it directly happens in the kindergarten and in front of other kids. The last thing you need is one of the kids to hear her and repeat it after her.

“Ivy, you can't say that word. It's naughty and nice kids don't talk like that,” you start, seeing her tilting her head slightly at you as she thinks about your words for a moment. “I thought you're a nice kid.” you tell her softly, purposely saying it knowing she's always determined to prove that she's nice whenever her dad comes to pick her up and mentions ice-cream. Or even if he asks one of you, the teachers, if she was nice. Ivy is usually the first one to respond which always makes everyone laugh.

She's a good kid. Polite one too. She treats other kids nicely and always shares her toys. So naturally, you're even more surprised to hear her saying such a word that definitely shouldn't belong to the dictionary of a four year old.

“I am!” she insists, frowning as she pouts slightly.

“Well, nice and good kids don't talk like that. It's very naughty.”

“Sorry.” she mumbles apologetically, looking down at her lap.

“I don't want to hear you saying that again, okay? You're a very cute and pretty lady.” you tell her, trying to lighten her sour mood as you tap her cute round nose.

She giggles, nodding as you chuckle at her. “Okay.” she tells you softly once she calms down.

Half an hour later, close to the closing time, Sara informs you Ivy's mother is coming to pick her up as she just parked her car. It doesn't faze you, it's pretty usual for her to come pick up her daughter at this hour. However, even though she's not very nice towards her ex-husband, having bitter remarks which are usually muttered underneath her breath but you – or Sara and Katana – always hear them. She's not trying to mask it that much, even though she thinks she's being sleek with the whole act “I hate my ex-husband”. But she's not a bad mom. She comes this late because she owns a boutique but whenever she sees her daughter, an almost identical copy of her father, she always has a warm smile on her lips. She's nice towards teachers (which obviously includes you as well) and you've never really had any trouble with her.

That can't be said about Ivy's father though.

You know your daily task is to fill up parents about their kids' day and how they behaved, but before Sara can make her way towards the door and open it, you catch her wrist and glance at her nervously.

“Don't say anything about what Ivy said today, please.”

Sara looks a little taken aback by your request, not hiding a mere confusion and probably wonders why are you even asking this of her. It's pretty usual you'd tell whichever of the parents would pick up the kid, the truth. The last time Ivy said clear and soundable “fuck”, you brushed it off after talking to the girls. But now that has happened a second time, you'd usually just have to say it to the parent.

“Are you sure? She should probably know about this.” Sara says, voice quiet and confused.

“Yeah, she should. But she'll just blame Ivy's father for it and the poor kid already listens to that every time she finds something against him. I think her dad will explain this stuff to her better, Ivy listens to him more. We can tell him next week when it's his turn to pick her up.”

Sara is not surprised to hear your reason, she can easily tell the difference of the two parents as well. She's very attentive and knows, even though Ivy loves both her parents, she's way more cheerful when her dad comes to pick her up and he's actually the one that is more strict. Ivy is just a kid and even though she has a good heart and is raised well, she has her own tantrums sometimes. You, Sara and Katana were witnesses to him putting her back in her place whenever she threw a tantrum in the dressing room with his deep and stern voice.

“Okay, I think you're right.” she nods, agreeing with you but before she can say something else, Ivy's mother opens the door and greets you before she calls out to Ivy.

The little girl runs to her and hugs her long legs before she lets go and goes back into the room, cleaning up the toys she played with just a few seconds ago and putting them back to their place. It makes your heart bloom with softness and warmness and when you look at her mother, you see the same look in her eyes as she waits for her daughter, taking her small hand into hers when she finally makes it back to her mother.

The apartment smells delicious when you enter the spacious entryway, a silent curse leaving your mouth as soon as you take off your shoes and step onto a wooden toy that makes your foot ache. Putting away your thin jacket onto the rack, you make your way through the house, following the little rumble sounds and amazing smell of food that makes your mouth water.

You smile as soon as you see him, standing with his back while stirring something on the pot. You make your way towards him, hugging him from the back as he slightly jumps from the sudden touch but smiles once he looks down and sees it's you.

“Hey, love.”

Heart warming at the pet name, you let out a soft “hi” before he turns around and kisses you on the lips, cupping your cheeks for a moment.

“Ivy?” he asks in assurance, causing you to chuckle as you lean against the kitchen counter, seeing him still wearing one of his work attires, a light blue button-up and black slacks.

He must've come home and straight went to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“Hyerim picked her up.” you answer, seeing him nod even though he already knows the answer to that. He's just in his dad's protective and caring mode, he needs assurement.

“Good, how was your day?”

So you chat, watching him cook as he refuses your help whenever you offer yourself. Once the food is ready, you move to the dining room with a few crayons still sitting on top of the table messily as he apologizes and quickly puts them away.

“Sorry, didn't have enough time to make this place clean.” he apologizes, but it only makes you chuckle because he's acting as if you're not spending your free time here every second week.

Throughout the dinner, you talk and eat in a peaceful silence – something you've grown used to as well. Sometimes you wonder how it'd feel like with Ivy's presence here, considering it feels like she is here but in reality she isn't. Her drawings are attached to the fridge and around the house, clearly making her dad a proud one. And her toys are almost everywhere, even though they're neatly placed in the living room.

It makes you miss her, knowing she is probably having a great time with her mom because apparently, she never complains and always talks fondly whenever she comes back home. It only makes you think of what happened today, wondering if by now the little girl didn't listen to you and already said “fuck” again, this time in front of her mother.

“Taehyung?” you ask softly, putting down your fork as you glance at your boyfriend who's just putting a bite into his mouth as he hums in response, eyes set upon you.

“Did you and Hyerim fight by any chance recently?” you ask him, seeing his brows furrowing, the same way like Ivy did today.

“No,” he answers, looking a little puzzled as he thinks it through for a second before answering more confidently. “No, I told you we haven't fought in months. I think she prefers talking behind my back and in front of Ivy's teachers.” he jokes a little, the corner of his lips curving to a slight smirk.

It makes you chuckle and look down at your plate, obviously knowing you're the reason why he knows all of this in the first place. As much as Sara and Katana daydream about him, they wouldn't go as far as telling him such an uncomfortable and private thing, even if it includes him as well. It's impolite.

Perks of him being your boyfriend, so you can tell him anything you want.

You nod along his words, reaching for the glass of wine as you take a decent sip before he keeps his eyes on you, a silent curiosity and interest crossing his face. “Is there a reason why you're asking? Has she said something about me again?”

“Ah, no. She was actually very polite this time...” you trail off, avoiding his eyes for a moment and you've no idea why.

Maybe it's the way he's staring at you with his dark eyes across the table, or the fact that he looks so hot and stern all of a sudden while he analyzes the way you're acting. Obviously, a few months of dating him, he already knows when there's something you're not telling him.

“Come on, love. Tell me, I'm not gonna bite. At least not now.” he smirks, laughing when you exclaim his name and start laughing too, momentarily hiding your face with your hands as you feel the heat rushing to your face.

“Alright,” you breathe out once you calm down, looking him in the eyes. “Ivy said 'fuck' today.”

Taehyung's brows shoot up in surprise, opening his mouth slightly. “She said what?”

“Fuck,” you tell him, even though you know he heard you the first time. “One of the toys fell when she was trying to grab it. I talked to her but obviously, I thought you should know. I didn't say anything to Hyerim, we both know why…” you tell him and he nods, understanding that Hyerim might've overreacted and just put more blame on him than it's necessarily.

“I don't understand… I don't curse in front of her, neither does Hyerim. We're both very careful about that.”

“You never know, it might've slipped. It doesn't really matter who's to blame for this, but she can't speak like that. Thank god none of the kids heard her. This is actually the second time she said it, the first time she said it was a few days ago.”

“What? Why didn't you tell me?” he asks, surprised, not sounding accusingly at all.

“I wanted to tell you in private and since you had Ivy last week, there was no time. I wasn't about to discuss it in a dressing room where other parents were.” you explain.

Taehyung nods understandably, giving you a slight smile in appreciation before he looks a little disappointed by the news as he sighs. “I'll talk to her when she comes back from Hyerim. Where could she possibly hear it from? I don't understand…”

You shrug, not sure what to answer as he thinks about it for a moment, deciding that he has no answer for that and just lets it go for tonight. Shaking his head, he continues eating while you do the same, a casual talk filling the dining room once again while throwing knowing and flirtatious glances at each other.

You often think about what you did in your past life to deserve such a man in your life, to have that privilege of snatching not just one of the hottest men in the world but also the kindest and most attentive boyfriend. It was one year ago when you started working at the kindergarten where you're working till this day. You had been working there barely for a week when a new three year old started attending kindergarten for the first time. You can still remember the way Ivy's big eyes were full of curiosity and fear at the same time, her both hands clutching her father's big one. He stayed for a few minutes, lingering close to the wall as he watched his daughter playing with toys and drawing him a picture. Despite his fond eyes that were filled with nothing but love, you could see him looking worried just as equal as Ivy when the door of the classroom full of other kids opened.

The only difference is, that he waited until his daughter wasn't watching him and was too occupied while drawing him a picture of butterflies, house and other random things that the three year old could think of.

And despite you working there barely a week, you already encountered similar situations with other parents as well. You're not going to lie, he did look slightly intimidating from the moment you first saw him. It's not like he was expressionless or coldly looked around himself, he was quite the opposite. One of the kids brought him a toy and he crouched down to the kid, ruffled his black hair and thanked him with a cute boxy smile which later on, you found Ivy has a very similar smile.

So you approached him, listened to him as he explained that he's probably overreacting but ever since she was born, he was with her most of the time and now is the time for her to come here, so he can work and she can finally attend kindergarten like every other kid. Ever since then, you both chatted a lot whenever he came to pick her up. Nothing too serious and you never crossed any boundaries, especially when he informed you Ivy's mother will pick her up every second week. Later on, when he came to pick up Ivy one day, you assumed they're married but busy to come together to pick her up. You assumed they just came to an arrangement to take turns.

You were surprised – okay, maybe even pleased – to hear that they've been divorced and separated for a year already. You kept your reaction low, just nodding in understatement. You remember the way he subtly smirked at you when you shyly looked away.

Somehow over the months, you both became close – friends maybe. He'd always talk to you about his day while waiting for Ivy to tie her shoes because “she's a big girl and she can do it alone”. Ivy's words, not her father's. He went along with it, taking that time to lean against the kids lockers while chatting to you whenever you had the time.

Until one day he finally grew some balls – Taehyung's words again – and finally asked you out. And the rest is a history, bringing you back to present time as you've been dating for five months now.

Taehyung's broad shoulders and the way he's eye-fucking you is definitely worth of not thinking about history, but get ready for present. He cockily smirks at you, standing above you while you're sprawled on his bed completely naked while he takes the last article of his clothes which happens to be boxers.

Oh, you're definitely lucky.

If only Sara and Katana could see you right now, they'd never believe you've been dating this man the whole time they kept talking about him, or more like thirsting over him. He's more than that though.

There are many things you appreciate about Taehyung, being mature is one of them. Him being older than you, seven years difference to be exact, makes him more mature than any of the boys you were dating previously. There weren't that many but even if there were, you know no one could compete with Taehyung.

Even your friendly and blunt co-workers can't keep their eyes off him whenever it's his turn of the custody. Even when it's not, they talk about him on a daily basis. And apparently giving him a nickname that has been sticking to him for a few months now.

Taehyung is in the middle of rolling a condom down his length when you giggle amusingly as your eyes scrunch. He chuckles, even though he glances at you in confusion wondering why the hell you're giggling all of a sudden.

“What?” he asks, breathing out a chuckle as he glances down at his length and gives himself a few testing tugs. As much as he wants three more kids (apparently – it's something he spilled when you had a date night at his house while drinking lots of wine), you still have a long way to go until you go that route.

“You know that Sara and Katana call you dilf?” you giggle, covering your mouth with your palm while Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up in shock.

For the first time since he has slowly led you to his bedroom and pleasured you with his mouth until you were begging for him to stop and let you breathe for a second, he looks quite shocked and taken aback. It's only now that you see the back of his neck flash as he sheepishly rubs it with his hand.

He's no stranger to the names of your co-workers, he hears about them all the time. However, it's the first time you revealed the nickname they gave him, even though he knows they're thirsting over him. Something you spilled that time on your date night.

But Taehyung is not caught off guard for too long, hovering over you for a second as he pulls you closer to the edge of bed, hands on your ass as he lifts it up. His length pokes you right into your clit causing you to stop giggling as you moan.

“Dilf, is it?” he hums, causing you to nod while silent pleas of him filling you up resounds from your mouth. In times like these, you can barely function and control yourself at the same time.

Taehyung listens to you, guiding his thick length into your wet and tight hole as he enters you with a slow yet shallow thrust. You groan, mouth opening and eyes shutting, falling apart from the single feeling of him stretching you out. You missed him. It's been something over a week since you got to have some alone time with him, which includes a lot of sex of course.

“Do they know this dilf gets to fuck you?” he hums against your neck, causing you to realize he's hovering over you once again as he gently bites into the crook of your neck, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan out once he pulls back, grabbing you by your thighs as he hoasts your lower body up to his liking. It's just a matter of seconds before he starts fucking you just like he promised a few minutes ago when you entered his bedroom.

His thick length brushes your wet and tight walls, hitting all the right places as you can't keep your moans silent. Taehyung's eyes are focused on your breasts that bounce with each thrust he makes, eyes glancing down at your stomach to see it bulging thanks to his length inside you.

“Shit, love. You're killing me.” he groans, the sight being one of his weaknesses as it ushers him to pound into you even more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tae…” you whimper, feeling yourself getting close as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs. But the pain is nothing but pleasing and arousing you even more.

Soon enough, you're falling apart and cumming around his thick length that makes him groan, making it harder for him to move inside you. But somehow he does, pounding into you and following you a minute later while he spills into the condom.

Both breathing heavy, you're not surprised when Taehyung falls down on you as you hug him closer while he peppers your neck and chest with kisses. He slowly slips out of you, groaning at the feeling as he forces himself to stand up and dispose of the condom. He tells you he'll be right back, bringing one of his shirts that he without a doubt found in the bathroom. He cleans you up, tossing it down the floor you scoot further to the bed, finally laying down onto his soft pillows. He cuddles to you, tossing a duvet over your naked and warm buddies as he nuzzles to your neck.

“I want to tell Ivy,” he suddenly mumbles, his hands slowly rubbing your stomach under the duvet. “About us, about you.”

That makes you surprised, your heart skipping a beat and causing you to feel excited.

Ivy doesn't know that you're dating her father. It's something you respected from the moment you felt things between you and Taehyung aren't just about the casual talks between a parent and a teacher. From Taehyung's positions, it definitely makes sense that he didn't want to break it to his daughter that he's dating one of her teachers. You both wanted to make sure you're very serious about each other before he breaks the news to her. It makes sense. You're her teacher and even though it won't affect your work or can get you into trouble, you didn't want to be introduced to her as her dad's girlfriend just yet. No one knows about your relationship, that's one of the reasons.

Ivy is a sweet kid but she's still a kid and she would obviously spill the news. You both can't expect the four year old will keep your relationship a secret before you decide to just announce it to the world. You don't know how Hyerim, Taehyung's ex, will react to the news. Even though you don't care that much about her because she has nothing to do with Taehyung, not anymore – she's still Ivy's mother and probably won't have a pleasant reaction.

There are a lot of things you and Taehyung had to think through before you came to the conclusion that this is nice and you want to be in each other's life like this. Your parents know about Taehyung, and so does his parents know about you. But telling Ivy means that you'll be openly dating and it no longer will be a secret, in other words it’s a bigger step than telling your or Taehyung’s parents. This means Sara and Katana will find out eventually too, however you're not worried about that.

They might feel embarrassed that they've been thirsting about your boyfriend this whole time, but it'll be finally your time to laugh at them and see them frustrated.

Taehyung isn't scared of Ivy's reaction, the reason he didn't tell her about the two of you isn't about that. She loves you. Apparently, she talks about you at home too and according to Taehyung, you're her favorite teacher. Teachers shouldn't have a favorite kid but they always do. Your favorite kid is Ivy. Not because you're dating her dad, she's been your favorite from the moment Taehyung went to work and left her there for the first time alone. She came up to you and clutched to your hand, talking to you sweetly as she drew you a picture. The first one she drew in a class was already took by Taehyung as she made sure she gave it to him before he had to depart.

“Are you sure?” you ask, not hiding the smile in your voice that makes Taehyung smile as he kisses your collarbone.

“I've been sure for quite some time,” he tells you softly, “I don't want to hide anymore. She loves you, I love you and I want to spend my time with both of you. I want you to be here when she's home too, I want my both girls here.”

Your heart softens, heart blooming with love and warmness as your fingers play with Taehyung's dark wavy hair.

“I'd be more than happy about that,” you confess, “I feel like it's the right time too.”

Taehyung agrees, lifting his head off your body as he looks at you and purses his lips, silently asking for a kiss. You chuckle, finding him cute and different than from the man that pounded you into his mattress just a moment ago. You kiss him, letting your mouths mold together for a few minutes until you're forced to pull apart to properly breathe.

“I know where Ivy heard the bad word.”

The bad word. That makes you chuckle as you turn to him with an interest in your eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nods, smirking a little. “From you.”

You open your mouth. “Excuse me? I don't curse in front of her.”

“Uhm, it might not have been completely in front of her, but you know when you curse the most.”

“No, tell me.” you tell him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“When we have sex.” he smirks, causing your mouth to open.

“But--Ivy--”

“You remember the last time when we had sex? I called you over after we both couldn't sleep, Ivy was in her room sleeping back then,” Taehyung starts, causing your heart to stop for a moment as a horrific expression makes a way to your face.

Like Taehyung said, it was one of the nights when you texted and couldn't sleep, the texts becoming slightly explicit and needy which caused Taehyung to call you over. It was the first and only time you sneaked to his house while Ivy was in it too, supposedly soundlessly sleeping in her room while her father fucked you in his own. He assured you she's sleeping and you had to sneak away the next morning before she woke up, like a damn teenager.

You both acted like teenagers that night to be fair. The whole sneaking thing had its own spice though.

“Apparently, the little lovebug was awake or we must've woke her up.” Taehyung says, laughing as he seems amused by the whole situation.

“But--how do you know? Maybe she heard it somewhere else, this doesn't mean anything.” you tell him, not believing your own words too.

Taehyung raises his brow at you, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he starts mimics you from that night when he took you from behind, your face heating up right away as you slap him in the chest. “You know how I know that?” he asks, voice amused and cocky which makes you roll your eyes.

“Spill it out.” you tell him, ready to hide behind the duvet but he gently takes it away from you and keeps his hold onto it.

“She asked me the next morning who was at our house. Apparently, she heard some noises.”

Okay, now you certainly look mortified. Taehyung laughs, enjoying the way you squeal in embarrassment.

“And you're telling me that just now?” you exclaim, repeating his words from earlier as he laughs with eyes scrunched shut.

“Well, telling you over a text or in a kindergarten with a bunch of parents and kids around wasn't the best option. I forgot to tell you, to be honest.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, rubbing your forehead in embarrassment. “What did you tell her?”

“That she must've had a bad dream.” Taehyung chuckles causing you to laugh.

“And she believed that?”

“Does it matter?”

No, it doesn't.

Taehyung suddenly cuddles you again, leg slouched over your own as his mouth is on your collarbone against, slowly making his way down to your breast as he starts sucking your nipple. You gasp, looking down at him as he keeps his attention to your nipple before he looks up with a smirk.

“Look at you, teaching my kid a bad word and you haven't even been introduced as my girlfriend.”

“It wasn't on purpose.” you gasp, whimpering when he gently bites onto your breast, chuckling lowly.

“I know,” he adds, assuring you that he's not mad or putting a blame on you. It was your both's fault. If you just waited and weren't horny like teenagers, this wouldn't have happened.

He lets go of your nipple with a loud plop, staring you in the eyes while his hands move down your stomach. You already know where this is heading, soon feeling him between your legs. But before he fully touches you where you're aching for him the most, he licks his lips and bites into them before a loving gaze makes its way to his eyes.

“Good thing I love you.”

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PAIRING: Avengers x Reader

SUMMARY: A new avenger was expected to come soon but the avengers never guessed who it was gonna be.

WARNINGS: None?

A/N: It's my first time writing that's why it's rather short and maybe a little bad. I'M LEARNING so pls don't sue me :)

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Another boring yet busy day for the Avengers compound. All of them are in the m meeting room, listening to Steve as he just finished explaining what to do on one of the upcoming missions for the second time.

"So who understands how to get inside of the base now?" steve said. only Bucky, Nat and Clint raise their hands. "Honestly.." Steve mumbles under his breath as he turns back to the board ready to point everything out again.

"I don't see why we can't just knock them out, it would make things so much easier!" Thor exclaimed loudly.

Tony rubs the bridge of his nose, sighing. "To many guards. that plus we need to keep out of sight by any cameras that could give away our spot" Thor only hums at that.

"But what if we found another blind spot that only requires for some of us to enter? it would be easier instead of having to put all of us in the same spot where we could become vulnerable" Wanda thinks out lout as she casually listens to some music.

"She does have a point, maybe we should split up into two groups? team A goes in and team B stays outside and keep watch" Nat says to which Sam replies "Maybe team B could distract them."

At some point everyone was either just talking over eachother or not interested enough and talking to others, poor Steve gave up and sat down in his chair.

But then all of that stopped as a certain eyepatched killjoy entered the room, someone seemed to follow after him but they couldn't quite see them due to their smaller frame.

"Avengers" Fury greeted them with a firm nod. He continued "As you all know there was going to be a new avenger soon and that day is today." Nearly all of them sat now straight up in their chair.

Fury stepped aside "Let me introduce you to-"

"OH MY GOD!" Wanda basicly screamed, hitting peter's arm as the only reaction coming from him was a mouth wide open as he was gawking at you. You gave them a small wave.

It took a few of them some time to figure out who you were while others still had absolutely no clue why they were reaction so dramaticly.

"Care to share with the group who that is?" Bucky asked confused about all the fuzz going over one person.

"y/n l/n.." Peter spoke quietly as if he didn't believe it.

"what?" Bruce asked.

"IT'S Y/N FUCKING L/N!" Wanda yelled again. she stood up and made her way over to where you were slightly cowered away.

"You mean that singer that was on the news last month?!" Sam says excitedly also making his way over to you.

"As i was trying to say" Fury says annoyed "let me introduce you to y/n l/n, i think she will be of great use in the team with a skill set like hers"

"Hold up, what kind of skill set are we talking about?" Steve wonders, looking you up and down. "she is just a singer right?"

"i.. ehm" you hesitate for a moment, clearing your throat. "i can clone myself actually, i use it for my performances sometimes.." you look around the room. that's when you started to overthink everything. they were so quiet, why was no one saying anything? Was it wrong for me to come here? they must think i'm being ridiculous.

You closed your eyes tightly, not being able to stand the awkward silence surrounding you. You felt a sudden weight on your shoulder. slowly opening your eyes you realize Steve is standing in front of you with a gentle smile on his face.

"It would be great to have someone with such abilities on the team" he said reassuringly.

"How about a little demonstration huh?" Tony stood up too, crossing his arms and watching you with a slightly judgmental look in his eyes.

"Alright" without having to really do anything a sort of blob splits itself from your body onto the ground and quickly forming a perfect duplicate of yourself.

"That's amazing" Bruce puts on his glasses, apparently very interested by what you just did. "how?" he asks shortly after.

You shrug "i actually really don't know."

Peter had apparently come to his sense a while ago and had come to stand near you, still not saying much. it was kinda cute in a way, but you were already used to these kind of interactions with fans. Your also used to fans that are way to close like Wanda but honestly it's cool having hero's so close to you.

Tony was still looking a bit skeptical "Do you have limits?" He asked to which you shrug once again.

you thought for a moment "I never cloned more then 27" looking to your side the clone did the same thing. you decided that it was time to let it back inside, placing a hand on your replica it morphed back into you without a trace "I'm sure that i can do more then that though"

"I'm sure you can! maybe we can train with them" Thor said loudly with his booming voice. "Hey cap, maybe she can help us in that mission"

"Maybe it's better if we train her properly first before introducing her to any real action." Steve looked around the room. "Let's just take it easy and get to know eachother"

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prettyboykatsuki · 4 years ago

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later | m. izuku

➳ tags ;; fluff, confessions, deku is smooth, kissing, fluff, fem!reader implied i think

➳ wc ;; 2.4k (wtf)

➳ a/n ;; brainrot......

➳ plot ;; izuku midoriya listens to you when you tell him to confess to you again later. he’s waited his whole life for you but he doesn’t know how much longer he can

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He thinks to himself often that it has to be you he’s been chasing all this time.

This isn’t so much a revelation to him. It’s nothing like eureka moment, an aha that he uncovers after years of reflection. After all, he’s not the type to know what he really wants.

Which is funny for many reasons but mostly because he’s a hero. He did want that, still does - but it wasn’t really an active choice. It wasn’t the desire to become a hero in terms of glamour and fame but a deep-seated knowing about the fact he had to become one. That the desire to save people above all else was rooted and deeply ingrained in him that there would never be anything that would fulfill him quite the same way.

He finds it more often than not he’s acting out of pure instinct. Something carnal and perhaps other-worldly that pins him to the world in an almost divine way. All or nothing, there’s one way to approach existence and it’s with this unwavering desire to be kind.

He’s always been that kind of person.

But, if he sat down and thought about it, the desire to be with you is perhaps one of his own. It’s one of the only things he’d chase to the ends of the earth.

Izuku Midoriya has loved you since he was 14

The first time he ever confessed to you was when he was 15, about half way into his first year at U.A. It was outside of your apartment - your childhood home. He’d walk you there after his classes, when he caught you returning from your own. It was an awkward and clumsy teenage confession even then but he can remember the details clearly.

It comes to him a series of images. Orange-yellow light that fell over your face, hairs sticking a little your head, trembling hands, ricocheting heartbeats, the sound of cars passing. He wasn’t very confident then, it makes him laugh thinking back at. But he told you anyways, bursting at the seams with his feelings.

“I like you!”

Your first reaction was shock immediately followed with a somber smile. Though he told you he had liked you, it was in the brief moment afterwards that he though there was more to it than that. He wouldn’t call it a rejection, but a wake-up call. You leaned in to kiss his cheek before whispering something back.

“If you mean it,” ― you whisper, hand on his shoulder and eyes heavy ― “Tell me again later,”

With that, you turned on your heel and went home. He wasn’t sure how to feel for a while, because it’s not like you said no. And you kissed him so that had to mean something.

Rather predictably after that, he became so caught up in hero work, it was only natural that you two grew distant. Once frequent conversations became words in passing, spoken quietly to each other. He went off to become a great hero, and you went off to study what you love.

It was a natural occurrence - he knows this now. He wonders what kind of thinking you had to have been doing to know that at 15. The older he got, the more he thought about what you said. How the once vague mention of “later” became a narrow time-frame. Not a moment too soon and not a second too later.

Izuku Midoriya has loved you all of 8 years. For most of them, it’s been a passive yearning. The emptiness of his bedframe and his disinterest. 8 years and he’s tried and failed to love other people. Maybe he was testing if later would ever come.

He’s 22 and he thinks to himself that he’s been chasing the feeling of loving you this whole time. That adrenaline from when you kissed his cheek all those years ago, he wonders to himself if it’s still there

He’ll have to go find out

After a night-out, you are unfortunately sober on the walk home. Work dinners should have a general policy for how much someone can drink, you think. Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to shovel your boss into a taxi and remain regrettably conscious through a series of uncomfortable or agitating questions.

It wasn’t like he was invasive but he was.. annoying? And the fact you couldn’t sit through it by downing half a bottle of wine was a real shame . You’re so stone cold sober that your body shivers in the night air. Heels clacking against the pavement, eyes heavy and exhausted. You could endure it, you were finally going home after all.

You’d take a warm bath and hit the hay. Your body yearned for your bed and you don’t blame it. You sigh to yourself, hands in coat pockets.

“Just a little bit more,” ― you sigh, yawning and wiping your eyes ― “A little more and I’ll be...home?”

You were home, the front door to your building. There was an ominous looking figure sitting on the front steps. Your first reaction was to reach into your pockets and grab your keys between your knuckles. Your heart stuttered as you broached slowly. It was too dark to see clearly but maybe he was nice.

“Uhm.. excuse me, sir”

When he turns his head - your first reaction is to flinch. You step back as he turns his head only to grow stiff. A pair of warm green eyes and head of forest green locks await seems to be staring back at you. He gives you a warm smile - standing on his feet.

In a way, he’s unrecognizable to you. Though you see him all the time, Pro-Hero Deku making news, the image of him in your head is permanently small and frail. In front of you now, he’s grown up to be so big. A whole head taller than you and broad. He’s lean but clearly muscular. Intimidating in a sense.

“Ah, you’re home,” ― he says, non-chalant. You’re trying to recall the last time you spoke to him, the last time you’d even seen him. Maybe a year ago now? ― “I wanted to talk to you,”

Your first though is to ask questions. You had so many of them though, you’re not sure where to start. You want to ask how he’s been, and how did he find you, and how’s work going. You want to ask why he’s here after all this time and if following his dreams has made him happy how he hoped. You want to ask if he remember what he said to you at 15 - wondering if he still gets caught up on it like you do.

None of your words seem to string together right so you just shake your head a little, managing your disbelief.

“About what?” you ask. He pauses for a second, rubbing his chin before smiling at you.

“It’s later,”

Your eyes widen as he steps out of the way, using his hands to gesture towards your apartment. You blink at him but his smile is as cheeky as ever. Teasing and unusually handsome. You flush down to your neck before nodding.

“Oh, uhm.. right. Okay,”― you say, walking towards your complex doors ― “C-come on in,”

“You can uh.. take your shoes off at the door,” ― you say, after taking your own heels off and rushing to the kitchen ― “The green slippers should fit you,”

He nods as he watches you disappear to the kitchen. He takes in your apartment with a soft smile. Photos of you with your friends and family litter the entrance way. It’s filled with a soft yellow light, cozy like he’d expect. From below him, he hears a soft purr

A beige cat walks around his legs, observing him quietly before nuzzling against his thigh. His smile grows wide as he squats down and holds his hand for the kitty, waiting for it to approve of him before reaching and petting him. The cat is quick to the jump into his forearms.

“Who’s this?”

He ducks as he enters into the main area of your apartment. Your eyes widen as your usually stand-offish cat nuzzles comfortably in your childhood friends chest.

“His name is Creampuff,” ― you say, mildly stunned ― “He’s two,”

“What a good boy,”

Your heart races as you see him. After all this time, his presence still gives you those nervous butterflies. Maybe it’s because he’s become so attractive. Broader and taller but more rugged to look at.You feel like the floor might swallow you up.

“I’ll.. put on some tea,”

You take off your coat but you’re still in your work clothes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s staring at you. You’re too afraid to look behind you and see, confirm but his gaze is so heavy you’re almost certain. He traces the outline of your body and back with his eyes.

He can’t help but think you’ve filled out some. Even from behind - you look awfully pretty. You look disheveled and sleepy like you did back in highschool, after cramming for exams. A little older now with that same cute expression on your face. It’s hard to hold back or tear himself from you - so he doesn’t try. He just watches as you pour the tea into mugs and let it steep. Minutes pass and it’s quiet but not as uncomfortable as you’d expect.

You return to your kitchen table with two mugs, setting his down on a coaster.

“Careful.. it’s hot,”

He nods, taking the mug in his hands and blowing on it before taking a sip. He hums.

“Ah.. it’s good. Thank you,”

A silence settle between you briefly. Your heart is in your throat, hands trembling a little on the table. When he notices, he reaches for them. This is another of his habits, you think. Comforting people must be second nature to him, but it only makes you more nervous.

“So.. how’ve you been?”

It’s the only thing you can think to ask. He studies your expression for a while. It used to the opposite of this. He used to be the nervous one, stuttery and unsure. You were always confident and steady - he’s sure you still are. This side of you is endearing though. He chuckles.

“I’ve been good. Work is hectic but that’s always,” ― and you’re going to ask him another question. Dodge what he’s really here for, but he cuts you off ― “I’ve missed you though, so I came to visit,”

You can feel it. This tension that presses against your back and makes you sit straight. He has that determined look in his eyes, easily recognizable when you watch him. In interviews and during fights and everything in between - like he knows what he’s going up against. To have it directed at you is so nerve-wracking, you find yourself doling under the pressure of his gaze.

You fidget, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. He was always too much for to you handle.

“O-oh?,”

He nods, taking your hand in his. He holds it to his lips, kisses your knuckles like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You wonder where he learned to act like this. He’s different but the same. It’s too much for you so you shut your eyes.

He stands until he’s on your side of the table. Rests on the corners edge with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks at you with fondness, an unmistakable affection. After all these years, it’s only grown. Double and tripled in size. No matter how much he would try and punch it down, it never deflates.

He thinks loving you is an act of heroism. The only way he could ever really save himself. 8 years and it feels like you’re old friends. Nothing unnatural or wholly uncomfortable. It’s strange.

“I thought about what you said. About telling you later. This time though,” ― he drops to the floor, crouched between your legs so slightly. He does it to look straight at you ― “This time though, I have to tell you properly so you can’t make me wait again,”

“I wasn’t making you wait,” you insist. He takes your hand in his and you unravel, body slumped. He kisses the palms of your hands, the inside of your wrist and it feels like gravity has no mercy on you.

“It felt like hell,” ― he tells you ― “I can’t sit still anymore so I’m telling you now. Even if you want to run away, I can’t let you,”

You frown, heart rapid.

“That’s not very heroic,”

He smiles.

“Good. I don’t wanna be your hero. I just want to love you selfishly as Izuku and not Deku,” ― he says, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles ― “So tell me you love me back and grant my wish. I waited all this time,”

You’re stunned into silence at his request. Eyes feeling especially water as he leans into you. It doesn’t make sense but it feels right. Your heart is beating - like you can feel all the blood pumping in you and your head feels light.

“You say it so easily,”

He laughs. It’s bright just like how you remember.

“How could you know after all this time? How could you be sure?”

He shrugs. You hit his shoulder at the nonchalance but he only chuckles. He leans in closer to you, inches away from your face.

“I waited for you all this time. Shouldn’t you give me a chance to show you?”

You sniffle as his hands cup your cheeks. His smile is so inviting, how could you refuse him?

“I’d like to kiss you,” ― he pauses, shaking his head ― “I want to show you. Let me,”

You nod as he leans into you. His lips are pillow and soft - touch addicting. You give into him so easily, tongue tied. He keeps you close, hand at the base of your neck. It feels so good, so perfect. You believe him when he kisses you like this With secrets under his tongue, between his teeth.

“Tell me your answer,” ― he demands, soft but stern ― “You didn’t before. I need to hear it,”

You give him an exasperated laugh.

“I love you.. obviously”

Right. Obviously indeed.

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