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stargirlfics · 3 years ago

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Bitten by Fate

Vampire!Stucky x Black Female Reader

Summary: After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slight dubcon, mentions of biting/bite marks, reader is 25, smut: oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, some mentions of blood sucking

Word Count: 5.0k

Note: So excited for you all to read this! It’s based off this wonderful concept an anon sent me who let me write it! Enjoy! Happy Spooky Season! 🖤

“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.” -William Shakespeare

Parties weren’t really your thing but you loved Halloween and this year your university was throwing a big Halloween party in the vacant and supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town and it had your interest piqued.

A few of your friends were going and you decided to let yourself have fun this year. You really didn’t feel like sitting outside greeting trick or treaters at your parent’s house like last year anyway so the party it was.

Finding a costume was easy enough, creepy looking mansions surrounded by woods called for something with lots of fabric that wasn’t easy to run in, of course, that was just common sense! But you were a history major and had a soft spot in your heart for Anne Boleyn and decided it was a perfect costume for the occasion.

This time of year was your favorite, always had been. Everything in the world made such a visible shift from the weather to the foliage, to the energy in the dusk city you lived in. You enjoyed the energy it brought and you were looking forward to this party, you felt good in your costume the more you tried it on.

Halloween night rolled around in no time, a chilly air blanketing the city as you finished the last touches of your makeup and fixed your jewelry, the golden “B” necklace complementing your brown skin in a way that made you feel divine.

You felt the vibration of a text on your hip and pulled your phone out of one of the hidden pockets in your gown, thank god for pockets, and smiled when you saw the message. Your friends were waiting outside in the car with liquor ready for when you got to the mansion. This was gonna be a very fun night.

So, you wasted no time in gathering what you needed and heading out of your apartment, giggling with your girls as you sped off into the darkening night, music blasting.

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The mansion was even larger than you expected when you pulled up to it, the moon just peeking out over the edge of the window at the very top of the house. With all the lights and decor and dance music booming it looked a lot less eerie than it usually did, truthfully you had never ventured up here like some of your friends had.

There were stories about odd things happening here, the city did a good job of making sure nobody could trespass inside the place but the grounds of the mansion were well known spots for people to hang around and there were all kinds of stories even from when you were a kid about ghost sightings and spooky sounds and general creepy shit.

Granted, you chalked a lot of it up to nonsense, lots of college kids came up here to hook up and smoke weed in the greenhouse, nothing horrific or particularly strange had happened around here to warrant much more than ghost stories to scare the little kids but something about the energy of the place gave you chills, even now with your friends dragging you inside before you lost the hot student athletes to the pulsating crowd.

Whatever, you wanted to have fun tonight and you were gonna knock back a few beers and let loose. The semester hadn’t been an easy one with the workload you had and you needed this weekend to not think about paper deadlines and test scores.

The alcohol had succeeded in generating a buzz in your body, a giddy smile finding its way to your face as you danced with your friends and raided the snack table every now and then. There were so many photos taken too, everyone wanted to take pics with the people with iconic costumes on, the music was actually pretty decent and you held no reservations about belting out lyrics, flirting here and there with masked strangers on the packed dance floor.

As the hours ticked by you didn’t even notice, too caught up in the tipsy energy you were reveling in and how much fun everyone seemed to be having. A couple of your friends parted ways with your group after hitting it off with people they had met and after a while, you slipped away too but only to find a bathroom.

Outside of the massive parlor space, you realized the mansion was quite dark, and there were way too many hallways than necessary. The flashlight from your phone’s camera the only thing lighting the way forward as you stumble around looking for any kind of open door. You didn’t really have to use the bathroom, you just needed a breather from being surrounded by so many people for this long.

The longer you walked the more you started to become fearful, first because even this far from the center of this giant place the music was still reverberating through the walls and if you screamed or needed help, well, you didn’t trust anyone would hear you much less find you with how fucking dark it was.

Shaking your head you sighed and surmised that heading back and just stepping outside was probably a safer and better option anyways, wandering through an abandoned mansion was very horror movie chic of you but you’d rather not find out what could or couldn’t be lurking in the dark here.

Thankfully your gown stayed out of the way of your feet as you hurried back the way you came, thankful you remembered which way you had turned.

Right as you were about to enter the parlor again you noticed candlelight flickering in one of the rooms to your right and turned your head towards it, confusion marking your face because you didn’t remember any candles being lit when you had first come this way, but your confusion dissipated when you collided with someone’s chest, the shock of it making you jump back a bit.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking-” you sputtered out, words dying in your throat as you peered up at the very tall and handsome man in front of you.

Blonde hair was swooped back neatly, a five o’clock shadow on his cheeks and he was in a cape, fake blood perched perfectly at the side of his chin. He smiled at you and revealed a pair of pearly white fangs, a nervous laugh bubbling from your heaving chest at the sight.

“That’s quite alright, sweet thing. Looking for something?”

The man’s voice was deep and smooth, the kind of smooth that had you tripping over your words even before speaking them.

Before you could answer him properly your attention shifted to the flicker of candlelight again, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you saw another tall and equally handsome man also dressed as a vampire standing in the doorway. This one had dark hair from what you could tell.

You felt cornered but also felt no need to run, the music still booming seemed to move into the background for you.

“I-yeah, I was trying to find a bathroom but decided I needed some fresh air instead and then I ran into you,” it made you cringe to hear how shaky you sounded but could anyone blame you with how these two were eyeing you?

“Anne Boleyn, huh? That’s a beautiful rendition you have on. What a sight that was when her head came off, wasn’t it?” the dark haired one clicked his tongue and a chill danced down your spine.

“Indeed. Sight and smell.”

“Uh...sorry?” you giggled nervously again, confused as to why they were speaking as if they had been there but you didn’t have time to think about it because the blonde suddenly offered his hand to you.

A gold signet ring lay around his pinkie, an ornate design carved into it, nothing your historical knowledge could place but once again that didn’t have time to brew in your mind either because your hand was in his almost instinctively.

“Would you let us get you a drink, sweet thing? We can all head outside since you want fresh air.”

“Um...you know what, why not.”

Another buzz hit your body only this time unassisted by any alcohol, just pure nervous excitement because you had two handsome men on either side of you and it seemed like their eyes and attention were solely on you.

You shot a quick text to your friend group chat to let them know where you were and that you might, hopefully, probably will be going home with someone tonight before sliding your phone back into your gown pocket and letting the men lead you away from the still lively party.

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Time from that point onward was a blur.

You remember not even getting to touch your drink before you made the decision to kiss the blonde when he leaned in and lingered a little too close for a little too long. And then the dark haired man’s lips were on your neck and everything else faded.

There were occasional moments of lucidity where you could hear their deep voices and your body felt heavy and strange but you couldn’t help sinking deeper into the feeling, your brain floating, one of them or both of them you weren’t sure which was telling you to relax followed by praise you could only half discern.

It was odd, you could only make out blurred flickers of light and shadows of movement, your eyes closing and opening only for mere seconds. Eventually, you surrendered to the darkness behind your eyelids, content with this airy yet heavy feeling settled in your bones.

“She’s out, Buck. God, she’s perfect. Look at her.”

“Like an angel. Steve, I can’t take my eyes off her.”

The two men raked their glowing eyes over your body. What a vision you were. Nobody else had caught their eye tonight the way you did. You were someone very special and both of the men decided then and there that they wanted you to be theirs. They wanted to offer you the world, wanted you to feel and see delights and pleasures you didn’t even know were possible. You deserved as much.

They’d been careful not to stain your beautiful gown with blood but still, it was time to clean up the bite marks littering your shoulders and neck and do some digging to get you home safely.

No harm would come to you if they had anything to do with it and they didn’t trust the drunk frat boys stinking up their home enough to leave you alone out there if they were to wake you from this slumber now, no, they’d see to it personally that you were tucked back into wherever your bed was safely.

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The next morning you awoke still in your gown and feeling incredibly sore. Your neck and shoulders ached, your entire body ached really but it was most intense in those areas.

What the fuck had happened.

You felt incredibly hungover but also remember being sober as a nun when you ran into...them.

How could you forget their handsome faces in the moonlight and dim lit hallway of the mansion? Pieces of the night before trickled back to you but it was more pieces of things you felt rather than a solid memory.

How strange, that should have terrified you, the loss of time, the loss of memory but you felt okay despite the aching in your body. You had felt safe with the two strangers and frowned at the fact that they had never told you their names.

What were the chances you’d ever see them again or figure out who they were amongst the hundreds of people in costume last night? Zilch in your mind.

You looked down at yourself and discovered a mark at the swell of your breast. Two...puncture wounds it seemed like, a bit bloody, and splotches of bruised skin around the area too.

Your mind was connecting the pieces easily. Fangs, puncture like bite marks just like in the movies, Halloween party at a creepy mansion, two strange men dressed as...vampires. But the logical part of your brain was hitting you upside the head with “Are you actually insane?” signs.

You scrambled out of your gown a second later and rushed to the bathroom where you nearly passed out from shock. You had to grip the edge of the sink counter as you took in the sight of dozens of bite marks across your neck and shoulders, no wonder your body ached, you’d been getting chomped on all night.

Suddenly you were laughing at that thought, half scared that you’d actually lost your mind but also knowing that there wasn’t any other possible explanation for this besides the obvious.

You should have been scared or frantic or screaming or crying but all you could do was calmly brush your fingertips over the marks, your eyes closing and strangely, that familiar feeling that you felt last night, one akin to ecstasy flooded your body again and faded when you lifted your hand away.

Once you’d come to terms with the fact that your neck was littered with holes, you trudged back to your room to look for your phone, maybe your friends had some answers but you had a feeling all of them were too hungover and still asleep and it was then that you saw the white and gold card sitting on your nightstand.

Meet us in the mansion on the full moon at midnight. We cannot wait to get to know you better and have you again, our sweet darling.

- s.g.r and j.b.b

Well, it seemed that fate was on your side after all.

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You knew it was dangerous. This was venturing into a classic “first woman to die in the horror movie” territory but you couldn’t deny that you were curious too.

Meeting them again would allow you to get some answers and you had this overwhelming feeling that they wouldn’t hurt you, that wasn’t their motive for inviting you back. And of course, there was part of you that found all this thrilling.

There was just too much you needed to know, especially about the bite marks, for you to pass on their invitation.

Nevertheless, you let your friends know where you would be when the moon beamed full, just in case something went wrong, someone would know where you had been.

The wind whipped around you as you made the trek up the long driveway, your arms wrapped around your coat in a hug. You felt strange again.

Only now it was a strange kind of excitement you felt, your body felt a pull towards the dark palace in front of you. The bites along your body ached even more the closer you got, almost like you could feel your two handsome strangers calling for you.

This was all against logic and you weren’t entirely sure if you were just dreaming this but there was no sense of danger again like you thought there probably should be.

It made you wonder if you were naively walking into a perfectly laid trap but your body didn’t seem to think so as your legs spurred you on towards the trail of candles leading up the grand steps to the entrance.

When you slipped inside and shut the door your jaw dropped.

During the party, you didn’t really have time to look at the place in full with so many people around but it was stunning, an ancient decadence wrapped around the high ceilings, echoes of the past were everywhere but surprisingly it looked like someone or something actually lived here. Not a speck of dust in sight.

No turning back now. You needed answers.

The trail of candles continued and you followed it carefully, only stopping briefly to admire the bookshelves lining some of the hallways, fingertips brushing over book spines and the ache in your body reaching its peak when you reached the double doors of what was probably a study room.

You knocked a little timidly but didn’t need to worry if it was loud enough, the doors swept open a mere second later, the familiar blonde and brunette man standing in front of you.

They towered over you and flashed you smiles that made your heart beat in double time, something they picked up on, relishing in the sound of your blood rushing even faster just for them.

No vampire costumes this time, just well tailored suits and fangs that seemed way too realistic up close.

“We’re very glad you came back, little dove. I’m Steve and this is James.”

Steve offered you his hand again and you took it once more, letting him lead you to the black velvet sofa.

“H-hi Steve. And it’s good to meet you, James,” you managed to squeak out, your head spun as they sat down on either side of you.

“You can call me, Bucky, sweet thing. We’ve been waiting for you since that night. You’re just so beautiful, you know that?”

Your cheeks burned hot at their pet names for you and you glanced between the two of them and then down at your lap, your fingers played with the fabric of your coat nervously.

“Thank you, Bucky. I guess I’m just a little confused. You guys are…are…”

“It’s not a dirty word, dove. You can say it, you already know the answer, stop fighting what you know is true. Humans always have trouble with that,” Steve leaned back but you could still feel his eyes on you closely.

“Vampires. That’s what you guys are. So am I…just here as your next meal? I mean you’ve already had a taste test,” you motion to your neck which made the men chuckle.

“And she has humor, Steve. Told you she was perfect for us.”

Bucky threw a wink at you and the way they were talking should have made you want to run but all your body did was relax as the minutes ticked by.

“She really is. Let me explain a bit because know that doesn’t really help clear things up. We didn’t invite you back here to become our next meal, we have blood donors and things in place already for that, taste testing you was more for pleasure than necessity, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, we’ve been around for a long time and just want some company if you’ll allow us. We want to take care of you, show you things, spoil you, make you feel good,” Bucky looked directly into your eyes and it felt like he could see your soul.

It was midnight and you were sat between two vampires in their mansion and they were telling you that they wanted to spoil you...this had to be some very vivid dream inspired by the dark romance novel you’d been reading and yet you never felt more grounded in reality.

The world had just been cracked open, vampires existed and you had encountered not just one but two and they were more beautiful and ethereal than you could have imagined.

“That sounds really nice but I guess I’m still confused as to why. Why do you guys want me? You could have picked up any number of girls at the party, why me?” you shifted back a little more, getting comfortable.

Steve leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, “When you’ve been alive as long as we have you become good at reading people, at knowing their intentions. You have a good heart, little dove. And you’re smart and beautiful and we both felt drawn to you even with the crowd of people that night. You’re special far beyond what you know and maybe it’s selfish of us but we wanted you for ourselves.”

“No mortal man could compare to what we could give you, we promise you that.”

They gave you some time to process, to weigh your options, and to refuse it all and leave them and this place behind if you wished.

But the three of you knew there was no way you could just walk away, not with how connected you felt to them already. They explained the marks did create a connection and that’s why you could feel them as you got closer. They wanted to know if you were safe and the marks gave them a direct line to being able to feel your heartbeat.

This was insane and thrilling and probably one of the craziest experiences you’d ever have in your life, here you sat talking to two vampires who wanted you and you couldn’t find many reasons to refuse their offer.

Their teasing touches to your knee or your thigh or your neck when they asked to inspect the marks made you restless, you couldn’t deny that you wanted them both and maybe this was against your better judgment but you decided to let yourself go wild for once.

You deserved to be taken care of, nobody, certainly not any of the guys you’d been in relationships with had been equipped to do that, and Steve and Bucky felt sincere in their words. If they wanted to eat you they would have done so already and at this point, you wanted their hands and lips on you more than you wanted to approach with caution.

“Ok, I’ll give this a shot. If I’m being honest I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you both since that night either. And I can back out at any time, right?” you hum in delight when Bucky leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder.

Steve followed suit, taking your hand in his again, “Of course, little dove. Anytime you want this to stop, it will.”

Such gentleman. You appreciated that. Alright, well here goes nothing.

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The minute you had given your consent, their lips were on you quicker than you had time to register, but your body had beaten your brain to it, instantly melting back against the crushed velvet cushions, giggling and then whimpering when their tongues licked at your bite marks, it was like lightning had struck your body.

Steve dropped to his knees in front of you while Bucky helped you out of your coat, his hand keeping a steady grip on your chin while he pressed heated kisses along the column of your neck.

You’d never had two sets of hands on your body before it made your head swim trying to keep up but after awhile even that wasn’t difficult to get used to.

Steve took his time ridding you of your boots, his lips pressing constant kisses up your legs until his hands were at the waistband of your jeans. He paused and you gave him an eager nod, a gasp rising from your chest when Bucky kissed your lips, your hands traveling up to bury themselves in his hair.

Cool air made goosebumps break across your skin when your jeans were discarded but Steve sought to fix that, marveling at how pliant you were already, how willing, how desperate you were just by the way your blood rushed through your veins, he could feel it.

“Look at how wet she is for us already, Buck. We’ve only just gotten started, sweet dove,” Steve rumbled against your knee, Bucky parting his lips from yours for a second to see what his friend was talking about.

You hid your face in Bucky’s shoulder, a little embarrassed at how quickly you’d been aroused, but they weren’t being fair either.

“I bet you taste just as sweet as your blood does, darling.” Bucky tapped your chin to get your attention, his eyes growing darker, a wickedly seductive flash of fangs making you whimper.

Steve wasted no time in tearing your panties off you, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he kissed over your stomach, his hands delving up and inside your shirt with Bucky helping him with a rip of the fabric, you didn’t even mind that it was one of your favorite shirts, not when Steve was grazing his teeth along your inner thigh and then before long his tongue was lapping at the slick folds of your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit, content with how responsive you were to him, this is exactly how you should feel.

Bucky was busy playing with your chest, his fingers kneading and pinches your nipples, “Open those pretty eyes, sweetheart. That’s it, look at me. Want you to tell me when you’re close, dove. Can you use your words and do that for me?”

You groaned, your brain foggy with how good Steve was eating you out but the eye contact with Bucky had you in such a trance, you felt like you could fall right into the inky swirling black orbs of his.

“Fuck! Fuck, ok, yes, I will, sir,” you panted, your cheeks burned as you realized how you were pushing your hips up against Steve’s tongue.

Never in your life had something felt so good.

It didn’t take very long for you to feel that precipice getting closer, the words tumbling out of your mouth half incoherently but just as Bucky had asked.

Time seemed to slow down as you watched him move down to your neck, and then all you saw were his fangs going in for a bite, a jolt of fear and another of pleasure from Steve adding his fingers to the mix flooding your body.

Bucky sank his teeth into your neck and you unraveled completely, you couldn’t even be embarrassed at the scream you let out, your mind was too awash with pleasure and pain mixing together.

The bite stung, you could feel him sucking, could feel yourself going limp even more but you were cumming at the same time and you had no idea what to do besides buck your hips and whimper for more.

Steve took his mouth away but kept his fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, angled just right, “Such a good girl. You took that so well, just like we knew you would. You’re so beautiful, you know that? You should see yourself right now, no queen could compare to you like this.”

You had to be fucking dreaming, there was just no way, this was too perfect, and yet nothing but reality stared you back in the face.

Steve put his head back down only this time to sink his teeth into the fleshy area of your inner thigh, Bucky holding you against his chest as you squirmed, eventually relaxing once the stinging had subsided.

“Can-can I have more, please? I need…” you whimpered, timidly addressing both of them with your question.

“Of course, dove. We know what you need. Bucky gets to be inside you first since I tasted you first.” Steve kissed the bite mark he’d just made, making you shudder.

It all happened so fast you barely had time to process that Bucky had carried you up to a very large and beautiful bedroom, a king size bed was where you were laid down, both of them on either side of you, your dark skin such a contrast to their paleness, their lips and tongues and hands drinking up every inch and curve and swell of your body.

All sense of time had been lost to you, all you wanted to breathe and see was them. Your two handsome creatures of the night.

They were both impressive in size, strong too which only fueled your desire as they positioned you and moved you how they wanted.

Steve held the same firm but loving grip on your chin as you eagerly pushed down his pants to take him in your mouth, no sense of embarrassment for you this time, you relished the way he stretched your mouth, how thick he was, how he encouraged you to go deeper for him.

And then there was Bucky, positioned behind you, sensually working you open with his fingers first, stealing a few tastes of your dripping center before he couldn’t take it any longer and he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Your warbled gasps and moans made both the men grin.

“You’re ours, little dove. We’ll show you just how good you can feel,” Bucky leaned down to kiss along your back as your eyes fluttered from just how deep he was, his thrusts sending you lurching forward onto Steve’s length.

“You’re doing so good for us, you don’t even know how badly we’ve been wanting to fuck you, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum over and over tonight,” Steve growled as you peered up at him with big doe eyes.

Your world was consistently being shattered and then pieced back together again as they fucked you hard, slowing when they sensed you needed a break, and pounding into you when you pleaded for it, adding more bite marks to your healing ones but you didn’t mind, you’d let them mark you a hundred times over.

You felt so fucked out by the time you collapsed against their chest, your body sprawled out across theirs, too physically tired to continue.

“Shh, just rest, angel. We’ll take care of you. You did amazing, now it’s time for you to sleep.”

You whined when they detached themselves for you but it wasn’t for very long. Steve had come back with a warm washcloth and Bucky rubbed soothing circles into your skin as he cleaned you up, the two of them tucking you snuggly under the plush ruby red covers.

“Will you stay?” you whispered, reaching your hand out for them.

“Of course we will, dove. We’ll always be with you.”

Sleep enveloped you seconds after that, your body and mind tired but content from all the pleasure you’d received.

This was wild, this was nothing short of crazy but your heart now felt connected to these two vampires in a way you didn’t want to be without. Body and soul, they were yours, you were theirs.

When you woke in the morning there would be a lot to discuss but for now, as the two of them lay on either side of you, watching you closely with love in their eyes, a kind of passion that they hadn’t felt in millennia, they knew that they’d spend eternity giving you every bit of the world that you wanted.

No dove would ever be so cherished.

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Thank you sooo much for reading! Please let me know what you think! I may or may not make this into a series also!

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apricotgojo · 4 years ago

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hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

“Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

#chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #mlb #adrien x reader #miraculous ladybug

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Hiiii is it okay to request something? I just really love your fics 🥺 I saw that you did song fics, so I was thinking Still Into You by Paramore mixed with Thinking of You by Katy Perry since I legit couldn’t get those out of my head. Also I’m having Mikasa brainrot rn, so maybe a fic about exes getting back together? Where reader is like already in a new relationship with Historia, but they still love Mikasa, and the pining is mutual. Thank you so much 🥺

we sang along to the start of forever — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: angst but it transitioned into fluff in the end so we’re fine :)))

— summary: you still love each other and like puzzle pieces, the two of you thought about trying out the relationship thing again.

— word count: 4.8k

— author’s notes: i’m so sorry this took so long, we have so many backlogs but i thought that writing would be a great thing to unwind so here it is !! i also made the reader a girl because as soon i started writing, mikasa with a girlfriend just keeps popping in my brain and i can’t help it sjjkjksjs and thank you so much for requesting !!

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

< you said move on, where do i go

“Hey, there you are.”

A melodic whisper got you out of your daze from looking at your laptop screen. Exams are around the corner and your professors thought that it was the perfect time to dump more work for you. Tomorrow, you have a deadline coming up for a 2k-word essay about a topic that you could care less about, it wasn’t even under your major. Yet here you are, in one of the study areas of your university, trying to squeeze your brain just so you could reach the word count without caring for the outcome of your essay. But it seems like the gods graced your prayers because a small figure with golden blonde hair appeared in front of you, her blue eyes shining under the lights of the study area.

You started dating Historia Reiss not too long ago, it was probably ranging for three months at most. It was quite rocky at first, with you being out of a long-term relationship and Historia balancing out her time between extracurriculars and academics. The long-term relationship that got you all wound up was with a close friend back in high school and it sucked because you were such a good pair together — maybe fate wasn’t by your side that time. The two of you were immature and young but your time together was golden, having known each other way before asking one another out. You promised each other you’d move on and clearly, you did, your eyes finding your current girlfriend sitting in the neighboring study desk, taking out her stationery and color-coordinated notes.

Historia was a sweet person, always patient and caring when it comes to you. You met during a lecture that you two happened to share. She forgot her Apple pencil and luckily, you still had yours in your bag, lending the gadget to the blonde since you already have your laptop perched in front of you. With small smiles, the two of you gradually became friends, sitting next to each other during that lecture. Those small moments grew and later became study meet-ups in cafés or hanging out in one of the university’s libraries. The best thing that connected you two was your personalities, it matched so well that people sometimes thought you knew each other way longer before college. When you noticed Historia showing some signs that she likes you more than a friend, you couldn’t quite believe it at first. It was Historia being so understanding of you that made you say yes to her dates.

And now, here you are.

“Yup, you found me,” you told her, stretching your arms above your head before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Is that essay for Mr. Smith’s class?” Historia asked, leaning over to your side to get a glimpse of your screen. She patted your shoulder at the number of words you wrote. “Wow, you already got past the 1k mark. That’s amazing! Don’t forget to take breaks, though.”

“Of course, Tori,” you smiled. “You, too. I know your exams start four days from now. How is that holding up?”

Historia opened her readings, sighing at the thought of the dreaded season of the student body. “I don’t know if I can answer anything that well. I mean, we’ve been having study dates every day but I get so nervous just thinking about the exams. I know I’m going to be prepared but my anxiety said ‘no’.” She buried her hands through her hair, eyes softening when your face started showing how worried you are for her. “I’ll just think that this will be over a week from now.” Historia reached a hand out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Hey, why don’t we go to that restaurant just outside of uni for dinner?”

You took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately. “I think that’s perfect.”

The two of you proceeded to work on your separate tasks until you both agreed that it’s time for a good dinner. Historia helped you tidy your things up, occasionally smiling softly at you when you yawn. You bid goodbye to some of the students in the study area you know and the two of you went out of the room with joined hands. It was a nice walk around the university, the golden glow of the Sun bathing everything in orange, and making you relax despite the many backlogs still on your to-do list. That was until you saw a familiar figure going out of one of the many buildings of the Business Department. The blonde beside you even recognized the young woman hiding her face behind her scarf, blue eyes darting to you with a worried air.

It also happened that Mikasa Ackerman looked up from adjusting her scarf, her stormy gray eyes meeting with yours by chance.

Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, her gaze then dropping to your hands still joined with Historia’s before pursing her lips. Looking up to tangle your eyes again, she rose her hand in a little wave. You reciprocated the gesture weakly, never leaving your stare off her retreating form. You noticed that her shoulders became tense after that little encounter, fists enclosing the straps of her backpack and steps hurrying to get to her apartment that was just a walking distance from the university.

You felt a light squeeze coming from the girl beside you, knocking you out of your reverie.

“Let’s go?” Historia asked, eyes knowingly roaming your face.

“Mm-hmm,” you only hummed, following your girlfriend out of the campus.

You thought there wasn’t anything left but why were you still stuck in a limbo that you couldn’t get out of when you stared into those gray hues haunting your dreams?

< recount the night that i first met your mother

Mikasa had her life figured out.

Everything was perfect. She has the most amazing people she can call her friends. She has the most supportive parents (and brother, but he can be a little shit sometimes but that’s beside the point). She has the perfect grades that can maintain her standing in the university, earning her great credits from various professors on the campus. She has scored a good apartment with her best friend, Sasha, all equipped with the best rooms and views that she can pay for a reasonable price. She is still a member of the university’s track and field long-distance running team, a regular and a manager at the same time. She also had the most beautiful girl as her lover and confidante, someone she could be herself with (not that her closest friends and brother didn’t see her real personality but being with her lover was a different kind of bliss compared to hanging out with her friends).

Well, had a girlfriend.

Ever since meeting you again earlier that night, suddenly Mikasa’s schedule for the night seems to blur.

It was her turn to cook for dinner but she couldn’t do anything properly. First, she managed to burn her sauteed vegetables, something that she had never done before knowing that this is her favorite go-to dish. Second, she boiled the pasta too long and now they’re too soggy. She nearly threw the pot down the sink but she didn’t want their neighbors to call the cops to their place, she just didn’t want to have a repeat of the first time that happened. (The first time their neighbors called the cops because of them was all Sasha’s fault, it appeared to the brown-haired girl that Mikasa’s cooking is one of the best in the world that she screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night.) Now, the gray-eyed girl had no choice but to start from scratch with the pasta, it was a good thing it was only the pasta though.

The front door of their apartment opened with a bang while Mikasa tried to concentrate this time. Without looking up, she can see a brown-headed blur dashing towards the kitchen. “Stop right there, Sasha,” she said while stirring the alfredo sauce in the pan. “If you reach for the chicken one more time, I’m going to skin you alive. I don’t have the energy to hold your hungry ass back right now.”

Sasha backed away at the look of her roommate who was ready to commit violence if she steps out of line. “Whoa, who pissed at your day?”

Mikasa blinked, realizing that she might have been unreasonable with her remark. Of course, she wasn’t the only tired one in their apartment right now. Sasha was also struggling with academics and extracurriculars, not to mention, her love life is perfectly stable despite being in a relationship for a year. Not that Mikasa felt slightly jealous but she did everything she could to save their relationship but it still ended on a consensual note. The black-haired girl relaxed her tense posture, sighing deeply to expel the negativity accumulating her mind at the moment (Sasha called them dark forces after Mikasa told her about it, it took everything not to leave the room when the words came out of her friend’s mouth). Turning back on her sauce, Mikasa stated, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You know, with the exams coming up and my track team entering this meet at the end of the month for official records. It’s just,” she sighed, “too much right now.”

“Aw, Mikasa,” Sasha empathized, going around the countertop to wrap her arms around Mikasa. She placed her head against her friend’s, petting the latter’s hair until they became a mess on her head. “I know just the thing to make us feel better. Let’s watch some of those anime movies that Armin recommended while eating dinner. Or anything that you want to watch if you don’t feel like watching anime right now.”

Mikasa smiled a little, resting her head on top of Sasha’s and relishing the comfort her friend gave her. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Sash.”

The moment she shared with Sasha reminded her of when you two were in high school. At that time, Mikasa was one of the star athletes that belonged to the track team. After the rigorous training their coach gave them, Mikasa’s knee started to hurt. This was dismissed by the head coach, saying that this wasn’t serious at all. You witnessed it when she ran more laps than what was written in her training regime to the point that her knee gave out. It was a good thing that her knee only acquired a sprain and a good rest from physical activities for some time will heal it gradually. Mikasa never had anything against it because getting some time off from her club meant that she could spend her free time with you. It was spent staying on her family’s couch, watching movies to pass the time while making small talk about her friends. The reminiscing continued until Sasha helped her prepare the living room for their movie night. She just couldn’t help but associate every little thing with you. You were a great part of her life since middle school.

She missed everything about you.

While the movie played out, her mind went to a time when it was time to introduce Mikasa as your girlfriend to your mother.

It was in the first months of being first-years in university. There was an issued academic break set by the faculties, taking the time to invite Mikasa to your home. You were so excited that that’s all you can talk about while the gray-eyed girl drove you two to your hometown. That was the only thing enjoyable in the entire trip. Everything went into shit when you blurted out that Mikasa has been more than a friend to you ever since high school. The look on your mother’s face was enough for the two of you to tell that this shouldn’t go on as planned.

“So, you’re telling me that Mikasa has been in our home, doing God knows what to you since high school?” Your mother flatly questioned.

The coldness of her tone made you stiffen in your seat. You can see Mikasa from the corner of your eyes trying to calm herself down by rubbing your hand under the table. It couldn’t be helped that your father, the only understanding person in the family, was absent because of his job. This is why your father chose to live separately from your mom, seeing as she was the kind of authoritative parent and wife, always hovering around each of her family members to keep them in line. You now understand why your father left her because God forbid, it was tempting to cut off ties with the person who gave birth to you as she threw degrading words at Mikasa left and right. You furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your hold on your girlfriend’s hand, which was trembling on your lap. The first time you saw her this shaken was when her knee got injured during her track training. Her skin was so pale like that time that you wanted to pull her out of the house and stay at a nearby hotel to get away from your mother’s wrath.

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“No, [Name], don’t you say another word,” she pointedly snapped at you. “I feel like I have become a failure of a mother. I don’t understand why you have a woman as your lover. It’s just not right. I support it but not if it’s with my daughter.”

You abruptly stood up with half-lidded eyes that never strayed from your mother’s similar shaded ones. Your hand still gripped Mikasa’s, your thumb stroking the back of it in a soothing circle that contrasted the indifferent gaze you gave your mother. When you were a child, you understood her sentiments because you’re her only child, the only person left in her life. But when she started badmouthing the little things observed from other people, you started questioning her parenting. You were told that people who love others of the same sex were sinning the word of a divine being but if that’s the case, you’d gladly be condemned to the pits of Hell if it meant protecting Mikasa from your mother’s harsh words. “We’re leaving.”

“What—?” It was Mikasa.

“Come on, Mika. Let’s find some restaurant downtown. This place is becoming stuffy and I don’t want you to suffocate any further.”

“Hey, Mikasa? Are you alright?”

Mikasa jumped, looking around at their apartment’s living room as if she was confused as to why she was there. She slightly shook her head before turning to the concerned brown irises of her roommate. Trying for a convincing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Mikasa forced a laugh as she mindlessly twirled the pasta on her plate with a wistful air surrounding her. “Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just saw my ex earlier when I got out of my last lecture for the day. I feel like that’s the reason why I don’t feel like myself today.”

The movie was then forgotten when Sasha positioned her body so that she could give Mikasa her undivided attention. With a serious expression that the gray-eyed young woman didn’t see in a long time, Sasha asked, “That gorgeous beauty?”

A nod was all Mikasa could answer. Gorgeous was an understatement when it comes to imagining you. You’re practically the most beautiful girl Mikasa saw in her lifetime.

“Damn, it’s been what? Half a year since you guys broke up?”

A nod from Mikasa. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pushing them further into her chest, feeling so small at the moment. “It would have been fine if she’s alone but…”

Sasha’s mouth parted with realization; eyes wide as she stared at her roommate. “Oh,” she breathed.

Scooting closer to the gray-eyed girl, Sasha wrapped an arm around her shoulder to let the former lean against her side. She always viewed the two of you to be endgame, seeing as you were dating since you were in high school. It sucks that no matter how much the two of you proved that you belong to one another, it just ends inevitably. Sasha even liked you when Mikasa introduced you to her new roommate when you were first-years. You were shining in the brown-eyed girl’s eyes; smile so bright that she couldn’t help but think you’re pretty, hair perfectly mussed by the wind during the ride to the apartment, casual clothing fitting you in the most pleasing way possible, and personality that one could describe as amazing. You even gave her some of your food when the three of you ate out together. (Mikasa always scolded you for giving away your food when you’re barely even eating regularly.) And when you guys broke up, Sasha saw how Mikasa ended up at the lowest point of her life, locking up inside her room and only going out when Sasha’s asleep. It was only recently that Mikasa slowly became herself again.

Now, Mikasa became that closed-off version of herself after the break-up, and Sasha instantly pulled her in for a hug.

The television kept playing the movie they chose to watch, Mikasa’s silent sobs blending with the movie’s dialogue and seeping through the night.

< she kissed my lips, i taste your mouth

You nearly pulled away when you tasted lemon instead of strawberry.

You nearly looked away when you saw azure instead of metallic gray after the kiss.

You felt so bad for thinking of midnight tresses instead of spun gold every time you lay in bed after hours of studying. Guilt bloomed in your whole torso like a giant wad of roses prickling your insides with their thorns, images of Mikasa plaguing your mind a week after you saw her again after six months. And every time you close your eyes to let sleep pull you in their embrace, arms so secure would wrap around your middle in your dreams, the smell of a rose-scented soap enveloping you in a warm cocoon. It was so contrasting to the minty scent you tried so hard to get used to in those three months you were together with Historia. You promised yourself you’d never date someone else after Mikasa but you tried because she told you to find someone who will treat you better than her. As much as you pleaded with your rationality to not follow her advice, Historia was a breath of fresh air.

It was a rainy night the time you and Mikasa broke up. Funny how you always love the rain and yet the one moment tormenting your daydreams occurred in a thunderstorm.

“Mikasa, what are you talking about?”

Your favorite-colored irises couldn’t meet your stare. “I said you deserve to be with someone who can make you glow with happiness.”

“Where is this coming from?”

She only shook her head, short black hair moving along with the movement. “I feel like I’m not giving enough in this relationship. I noticed how happier you look when you hang out with your friends from your department but when you’re with me, you’re mellowed down and so drained that I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” Mikasa buried her hands in her hair, elbows placed on her knees, making herself feel smaller in front of you. You stood up from your bed to kneel in front of her, covering her cheeks tenderly with the palms of your hands. Yet she continued, “My mind is telling me these thoughts that I denied a long time ago since we started university.”

“What thoughts, Mika?”

“That our spark had died down for good.”

You searched her face for any sign of a joke but you could only stare at her downturned eyes.

“That I think we should break up for you to be happier with other people.”

“No,” you murmured, tears starting to blur your vision. “Mikasa.”

“I love you so much to see you unhappy with me.”

“I’m never unhappy when I’m with you. Where did you get that idea?”

Mikasa smiled despite her wobbly lips, gingerly placing her lips on your forehead. “I love you, [Name], I hope you’ll find someone bright enough to let you shine even more.”

It hurts just thinking about that but something pinched it even more when you stared at Historia in front of you, Facetiming someone on her phone. You two were celebrating the end of your exams in a café, treats covering the expanse of your table. It was a breather from all the stressful weeks draining your energy and now you feel refreshed. The book you recently bought was snug in your hands, eyes skimming over the words as Historia animatedly talked to her friend, Ymir. Hearing her laugh at something the freckled girl said, you couldn’t help but look up from a paragraph you were engrossed in. Historia looks so happy, cheeks flushed and giggles so clear that she couldn’t even contain them with her small hand. She never looked like this with you and as much as you anticipated the pain brought by the sight, it didn’t come.

Now, you understood what Mikasa felt, only this time you had to let Historia go because she already belonged to someone else.

Historia just said goodbye to her friend and you knew you had to hold on to this chance.

“Hey, Historia, I have a question.”

She sipped her iced tea. “Shoot.”

“You like Ymir, don’t you?”

The silence and flustered reaction that followed was all it took for you to smile.

< no more mistakes ‘cause in your eyes i'd like to stay

Getting out of a four-hour lecture was bliss to Mikasa. She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a deep breath of relief at the thought of spending her weekend without any backlogs. Finally, she can relax without feeling guilty. After all that hell her department professors gave her, she deserved this break.

Mikasa walked down the hallways with a slight spring in her steps, feeling her phone vibrate with a text message in her bag. Stopping by a little bit at the side of the hallway, Mikasa opened the outer compartment of her bag and turned on her phone. A smile instantly overtook her confused expression.

armin

hey, wanna watch a movie tonite?

eren suggested we could unwind after the exams

figured you needed it

you can stay the night here too !!

Her fingers typed out a reply almost giddily.

Sure.

Let me just text Sasha that I won’t be sleeping in the apartment tonight.

Another message from Armin appeared.

armin

yey !! see you later, Mikasa

At this point, her smile couldn’t be erased on her face.

See you later, Armin.

Then, another message from Armin popped out that made Mikasa laugh a little.

armin

this is eren

mikasa, can u bring dinner PLS

armin and i are too lazy to cook

plus, you love us 🥺🥺🥺

The gray-eyed girl rolled her eyes, typing out a ‘fine’ before closing her phone. Her brother was sometimes too hard to handle but he can be sweet as well and saying that he needs dinner is just a way for him to say that he misses Mikasa’s cooking. When she looked up, a very familiar blonde and one of Mikasa’s classmates in a general subject came into view in one of the gazebos. Confusion was an understatement while she continued staring at Historia and Ymir laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. It was only a few weeks ago that she saw the blonde girl holding hands with you after a whole day of lectures. Maybe it was because she was staring too long at the couple that Ymir turned in her direction. As the freckled girl recognized the black-haired, stoic girl in one of their general classes, Ymir rose a hand in the air as a greeting. It also didn’t help that Historia looked at where Ymir was waving, with Mikasa tensing at the attention. She hastily waved back before turning in the direction of her car in the parking lot.

Several theories flickered through Mikasa’s head as she pulled out of the parking lot, the department store in their part of the city as her destination. Her mind was still a questioning mess the whole time she roamed the vegetable aisle until she bumped into another shopping cart, the clang of the metal breaking her trance.

“I’m sorry,” she told the person holding the other cart without looking up from her groceries.

“It’s fine.”

Mikasa quickly lifted her head at your voice. She probably looked like an idiot gawking at you in the middle of an aisle. You were dressed in an aquamarine shirt tucked in a pair of black slacks; your hair slung over one of your shoulders but for her, you looked so pretty. She concluded that you also got back from one of your lectures since your bag was placed inside the shopping cart, leaning beside a carton of strawberry milk. At the sight of the beverage, Mikasa’s chest pounded with her loud heartbeat, all the memories of you saying you like the taste of strawberries because of her entering her mind. Even after a full minute of you staring at each other, Mikasa couldn’t bear to look away. You’re so beautiful and she misses you so much.

“I miss you, too, Mikasa,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “And you look good as usual.”

Mikasa’s face burned with embarrassment, reaching her ears, as she realized that she said her thoughts out loud. She was acting like she was in high school when she came to terms with her feelings for you. “U-Uhm, how are y-you?” Fucking hell, what is she stuttering for? It’s not like she got a below-passing score on one of her majors.

You softly smiled, tucking a stray lock of her behind your ear. “I’m doing fine. I was just thinking of making some homemade dinner tonight.”

Mikasa nodded, recalling that you got a single apartment. “Me, too, but Eren asked me to make dinner for our movie night with Armin.”

At the mention of the two men, your face brightened. “How are they?”

The gray-eyed young woman reciprocated your smile. “Armin is still reeling Eren from doing anything stupid. You know how that dingbat is.” Your laugh made her day better. She faintly noticed that the two of you started walking side by side, pushing your carts to who knows what section of the department store. “The last time I saw them was before the exam week and we were studying so we didn’t do any catching up. Speaking of exams, how are yours?”

You hummed. “I think I got a passing grade on Parasitology and Microbiology. Those were the only subjects keeping me up for how many nights in a row.” You chuckled at your caffeinated state the previous weeks. “But the others were all papers so I guess I’m fine as of now.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself palpitations from all the coffee.”

“You know me so well, Mika,” you laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to order coffee every time I go out this time. I don’t want a repeat of that night when I studied for Para. It was worse because I don’t have a roommate. How is Sasha doing, by the way? Still a ball of sunshine, I hope.” You spotted a cereal box you wanted to try so you mindlessly reached out for it but it was on the top shelf. Mikasa noticed your struggles, stopping behind you after chuckling to herself at how adorable you looked to reach the cereal box. You visibly tensed when you felt her front brush against your back, the box of cereal greeting your vision with Mikasa’s hand brushing on yours. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she answered, patting your head before taking her cart and pushing it in the direction of the dairy section. “Yeah, Sasha is still as rowdy as the day you last visited. I threatened her again when she tried eating what I was plating for dinner. It was not a lovely night.” Mikasa paused, looking behind her when you’re not following close. She slightly panicked when she saw you looking down and gripping on the handle of the shopping cart. “[Name]? Are you okay?”

“Mikasa, I’m still into you.” You faced her with a smile. “Will you let me love you with all my heart again?”

Mikasa was speechless, her throat clogging up with overflowing emotions. She let out a delighted light, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Yes. Will you let me in your heart again, [Name]?”

“Always, Mika.”

Their song of forever played once again and it felt so right that they wondered why they stopped it in the first place.

#aot #snk #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x you #ex to lovers #modern au

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A BUNCH OF LOUS Some demonic force possessed me to try and make a guide to all 700 of my AU Lous. My brain is too busted to let me pay attention to my other ocs so I guess all 3% of my creative energy capacity goes toward iterating on this one. And guess what, I cherish them ALL Short bios/AU explanation under the cut (oops it’s long)

ORIGINAL FLAVOR BLADES LOU: Lou as initially designed, though some aspects of their backstory and personality changed as I got to know them through roleplay. Halfway through the story they took a kinda edgy turn and got deeper into cult stuff and afflicted with a worsening vampiric condition. Right before we ended the game for good, they had just died and come back as a full on, undead vampire.

Fae AU: The first AU, that kinda started it all. Stemmed from a cultist dream thing in Blades, where Lou was the prey in an Erlking-style nightly hunt. In the fae version, they’re a sylph changeling and the only child of a fading fae queen. Their arc in this deals with them struggling with their humanity and nearly succumbing to the soul-sucking influence of their mother, before ultimately restoring her “humanity” and saving themself THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE Cult AU: Kinda started as a Blades offshoot, coulda shoulda woulda AU where we play with ideas we wish we could have tackled in the game. Quickly became its own thing, set actually on Earth in the Prohibition era (but low magic urban fantasy) Lou is French and was rescued from the middle of a WWI battlefield by Aphotis, a goddess whose own cult had just been massacred. She was as desperate for a believer to sustain her as toddler Lou was to not die. They escaped to America as refugees and Aphotis raised them as her own, and as her caretaker and dirty-work-doer in her quest to regain power. Along the way, Lou was (perhaps intentionally) introduced to an infectious piece of a primordial god, that gave them some shapeshifting abilities at the cost of rapidly draining the life from them and twisting them. Aphotis works to keep them alive, while keeping a memory-wiped copy of them (created by this parasitic god piece) around to do her bidding. This isn’t two instances of Lou, it’s one Lou with two bodies. Same person. My personal story borrows a lot from this AU as well as my character Esther’s old story Mary Sue AU: Initially a joke exercise to write intentionally terrible fanfic (as if Dom were writing about their friends in Blades) that of course became its own thing. Lou is obviously a vampire, with most of the traditional vampire rules and weaknesses. Their Tragic Past gimmick is that they were staked in the heart while still living, as bait for their vampire queen mother. It worked, she turned them postmortem, and as a result they are much weaker than a typical vampire. They also suffer a curse to stay within the bounds of their family’s ancestral castle, which has since become a prestigious university. They also become a fluffy black cat-bat thing either at will or when too weak to sustain a full sized body. Their line of vampires usually turns into cats, but Lou is a fuckup Pirates AU: Pretty straightforward. Lou is called June in this one, and is the mutinous first mate of Captain Inkblood (Cookie), who totally does it for attention. Their secret is that they became a pirate to dodge student loan debt. Stayhome AU: “Blades, but what if the formative incident for your character never happened” Lou never gets caught by the Governor’s program to round up street urchins and send them to work-school, and instead ends up working on a shrimp boat. They never develop the world-weariness and scheming nature of canon Lou, instead devoting their intellect to learning everything about shrimp, shrimping, and shrimp boats. Insert Forrest Gump scene. Eventually their crew gets captured and ransomed by pirates, but no one ever pays up for Lou, and they end up pretty happily living with the pirate crew Western AU: Gee I wonder why this big city doctor picked up and moved all the way out here to the frontier, it couldn’t possibly be because they’re running from the law. Narrator voice: They Were. Lou is a terribly unethical doctor with a reputation for experimenting on patients, and a taste for arson. After getting chased out of town and blacklisted all over the west, they find themself joining an outlaw band, as their doctor. Here, they start to learn compassion and humanity and not being a total bastard... ...until they somewhat accidentally burn a particular bounty hunter’s face off with a firebomb, and she carves them up in return. From here on, their arc is a test of their learned compassion and breaking a cycle of bloody revenge. Horror AU: Starts off as a classic summer slasher movie, with Lou as a college student with a bunch of shitty “friends” destroying a campground and partying until they draw the local monster’s ire. The monster (Dom) kills several of them, kidnaps Lou after Lou hides their fear behind sass and clearly isn’t like the destructive campers. Lou learns more about the monster and even starts to warm up to them, especially after discovering they can boss the monster around. Lou successfully escapes but runs right into a horror swamp where a nasty worm zombie pukes worms into their mouth and infests them. As the infestation progresses and nearly kills them a few times, Lou learns that the worms are intelligent and actually adore their host, and also that they can be bribed. By the end of their arc, Lou has mostly achieved symbiosis with their worms and avoided becoming a zombie,. They eventually must face off against the monsterified Queen of the Preps, Tiffany, who was similarly infested but never achieved that symbiosis. Minecraft AU, no really: Lou was a skilled tailor, and a total workaholic. Their ambition netted them a contract for a huge order of clothing for a duchess’s wedding on an extremely tight deadline, and Lou, knowing this could make them for the rest of their life, poured everything into it. They worked themself literally to death, dying of sleep deprivation. Distraught, this unfinished business drove them to make a devil deal of sorts to keep working, and they were granted this undeath, for a price. They slowly became more and more like a Phantom as they worked, never sleeping, and feeding on the dreams of those who do sleep. By the time they finished and emerged to present their achievement, they were monstrous and were chased out of town. From then on, they had lost their passion for their craft, and wandered the wilderness, sneaking into towns at night to feed on dreams, and fighting to retain their humanity as they become more and more phantom-like. Anyway I love this one so much I might make them their own non-minecraft character LotR AU: Lou is a hobbit, entrusted with the destruction of a certain magic ring. Unfortunately, they are much more corruptible than one Frodo, and early on abandon their fellowship, driven by paranoia the Ring has been growing within them. They run into a feral Mirkwood elf raised by giant spiders, and a giant orc raised by a Beorning farmer, and the three of them embark on a weird little Ring Quest of their own. TBC AU: Lou is a quiet, social outsider high schooler, with a bitter hatred for bullies and a knack for really disproportionately nasty “pranks” directed at said bullies. Too smart for their own good and with a taste for theft, Lou is a straight-A student who has been arrested for carjacking before. They end up as part of the Blackout Club after discovering their adoptive mother’s involvement with the Chorus, and out of sheer curiosity about the secret goings-on under the town. And in no small part for free run to break into houses and smear chili oil on the hands of sleepers who inconvenience them, because Lou is a bastard and has yet to learn empathy. Which, as usual, is kinda their arc here. Make friends for the first time in their life, learn empathy, get sucked into the orbit of a fairly nasty god/Voice, classic Lou stuff AND THAT’S ABOUT IT

#my art #lou #blades in the dark #why have many characters when you can have one

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I’m an 8w7 ENTP and this September I’ll start my undergraduate (economics and management) at Bocconi university. Since I lack the knowledge and the contacts that students with families in the business have, and I’m relying on a scholarship instead, what is your advice for a great start and in general three successful years? Thank you for your time.

Related answers:

Is there anything you would do differently in college? Anything you wish you new earlier or things you wish you did but didn’t?

Top 3 job hunting mistakes

That was my situation 10 years ago too. 5 things to immediately do your first year in college:

1. Take your education seriously. Not senior year, not next year-- now. Don’t make the stereotypical (xNxP) mistake of slacking and screwing up your grades in college due to one of the following reasons:

You were smart in high school so you automatically assumed this would also be the case in college only to find out you underestimated the effort required to do well in classes

You didn’t know what you wanted to do in college/it wasn’t what you really wanted to do so you didn’t try hard because what’s the point?

The work “wasn’t interesting enough” for you to care

“The professor sucks”

“I was lazy and I hate busy work”

All of the above

Then towards graduation realize you’ve majorly screwed up, panic, and scramble to fix your mistakes. Don’t do this. GPAs are permanent so get it right the first time. If I get a frantic message from you on Tumblr 3 years from now in 2023 because you did exactly this, I’m just going to link you back to this answer. Get in the mindset of pursuing excellence in all your classes now-- not next year or third year-- now, first year, right now. Do well in your classes whether you enjoy them or not because your MBTI type is highly susceptible to selective motivation. Make sure not to underestimate the time and energy commitment required to excel in a completely new environment like college.

On selective motivation

2. Find a mentor. Or rather, mentors (lots of them), who have already done what you want to do and have already gone where you want to go. These people can be found in upperclassmen, faculty, alumni, and staff. Given your MBTI type, it’s very important to fact check every assumption you make about your chosen career path to ensure the reality aligns with the mental image/fantasy. Don’t make the same mistake I did and wait too long to do this. Mentors can help provide guidance on the best classes to take, tips/tricks to score the best internship and job opportunities, top mistakes to avoid, and other useful information the internet can’t provide.

What would be a good mentor, and what would be a good mentee from your POV ?

Regarding mentors, how do you suggest finding the best one that's related to your field? what else should I be on the lookout for if I want to make the most out of this scheme?

3. Learn to network. Related to the above, meet people. Your network justifies the cost of your tuition, otherwise, the same educational material could be learned from the internet for free without paying a dime.

Networking tips

Networking for introverts

4. Learn to interview. This is a mandatory skill to learn for life because interviews are used for just about everything: university admissions, internships, jobs, promotions, transfers, etc. Many university students (especially intuitive types) make the critical error of being book smart but life dumb. The inability to convey your strengths, weaknesses, and value to a potential employer or university through an interview will cripple your ability to succeed in life because you will not be able to access great positions and opportunities. You must learn how to answer questions clearly and concisely, carry yourself with a calm and confident demeanor, and successfully make the case that you’re the best candidate for a job. The only way to achieve this is through practice so start with campus positions and work upwards to internships and real jobs.

Common interview mistakes by MBTI type

5. Start career planning as early as possible. Understand the recruiting structure of your target career. What classes should you take your first, second, and third years? When are the recruiting deadlines? When are the recruiting events? What are the companies looking for in their recruits? What does the interview process look like? Do you know? If you don’t have a clue, you better find one. Get this information through reliable sources like the school’s career office, your mentors, and self-research. Don’t be that college kid who waits until the last year of college to research what’s needed to break into their target career only to discover they’ve blown past all the deadlines. I can’t stress this enough especially for MBTI types who have a tendency to procrastinate. College will move very quickly, blink a few times, and before you know it you’ll be walking across the stage at graduation to receive your diploma. If you start thinking about your career at this point, it’ll be too late. Start early.

For the rest of your college career, check the education tag in my blog.

#entp #enfp #intp #infp #university #college #education #first year #starting college #grades #gpa #faq

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san-station · 5 years ago

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Thirsty • Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

WARNING: suggestive, fluff. Two of three swear words.

↝Word count: 5,1k

The beginning of semester always made you happy, you craved for coming back to your daily routines, you missed walking down campus to your favourite coffee shop and the smell of fresh bread. You missed the newbies asking about where was the registration building and the older students telling them the wrong directions just to pissed them off. You missed the early bumping sound of your neighbors’ loud music. Yeah, and the most of all, you missed the art studio at the Art and Design faculty as you were an art student for almost 3 years now.

You entered the studio determinate, chin up and a small smile in your lips. Five classmates greeted you with hugs and cheek kisses. Meeting your classmates made you feel slightly happy about them around you. Usually, you best friend Jihyo would be there, asking how was your summer, the problem was that she had to move to another state due to her father’s job. No worries, though, you were a sociable person, not too quiet, but not too talkative, just the right amount of sociability you wanted. When your teacher finally arrived, he was exuding happiness as he brought with him the hardest evaluation of your life: nude models. Everyone there burst into whistles and giggles as the two male models located themselves on the studio’s parquet and established their elegant postures for you to begin the assignment. You grabbed your graphite pen and started to draw on your canvas after a long sigh, only enjoying a quarter of your piece.

On the other hand, Changbin woke up late for his first class because he forgot to set the alarm, he got used to waking up whenever he wanted, so, for him, the semester was already a pain in the ass. He hated when he was having the best time of his life at his own apartment playing video games, listening to music or watching a movie. He was a music engineer student and so, he always hated when people made him do things, like establishing a deadline for his tracks or making him do the entire melody according to rules. He felt the pressure and felt obligated to do whatever people wanted. Well, that was college for those who always had to deal with the worst teachers and the worst partners. Or maybe it was because he irradiated a dark aura wherever he walked in and intimidated all human beings. His wardrobe was pitch black, maybe one or two white shirts he wore when he exercised. His daily expression was mad serious that you could think he was going to murder you in any second. However, he was a softy around his best friends and close acquaintance, that included you, the best friend of his best friend.

Changbin ran to his class, stopping by the coffee shop to buy his morning coffee only to arrive to an empty room.

A familiar person got out of the classroom seconds later and closed the door; he watched Changbin catching his breath crunching on a side of the wall.

“Are you okay?”, he asked looking carefully as the strong and fitted man stood up completely.

“W-what happened… to Mr. Oh’ session?”, Changbin question difficulty, after he notice he was half an hour later to his second class, he ran as fast as he could from the other side of the campus. Unfortunately, he thought, he would have to talk to him on another occasion.

“You are pretty late… Session’s over, mate”, the boy chuckled and put the classroom’s keys on his pocket.

Changbin whined and walked shoulder to shoulder with the him.

“Lend me your notes”, he spatted bumping the man’s arm.

“Which is the magic word?”, he asked with a smirk on his face, grabbing his backpack with one hand and putting the other inside his jean pocket.

“Lend me your notes or I’ll eat your babies, Chan”, Changbin wasn’t in the mood for begging, so he said harshly as they got outside the building and walked through campus to their next location.

“...C’mon, man, that was rude”, Chan fake cried and hold his chest thinking about the small man doing such atrocity.

“Ugh, fine, please, Channie-hyung, could you lend me the fucking notes or I’ll have to ask Mark and I don’t like him.”

“Dude, it was only first day, I actually can ask Mr. Oh to give me the presentation and the assignments for the rest of the semester if I want and you can miss classes whenever you like to. Just send him your works”, Chan shrugged knowing how much Changbin disliked Mr. Oh. He almost failed him for expressing himself and saying Mark Lee’s rap sucked, he was the class favorite, thus he got the lowest score of the class and an email from the teacher saying he had to be responsible for his words and accept consequences.

“If you do that, we’re getting marry this spring, bro”, he said as his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of coffee. Chan laughed and agreed, making their way into the famous place and lined up to order lunch.

While they were taking, a familiar voice made Changbin turned to the direction of the source and smiled warmly. You were talking with one of your common friends, Felix, while sipping your frappuccino and eating a cheeseburger. Chan talked alone for a whole minute without receiving any attention from the small man. When it was time to order, he had to make the decision for his friend and scoffed when he notice where his eyes were glued like a statue.

“Do you still have that tiny little crush on her?”, he whispered. The barista handed him a blueberry bubble tea, two burgers, chicken wings and a soda.

“I never said it was tiny”, Changbin gave the money without even looking at the cashier and started to walk to your direction, the employee was very surprised by seeing his 10$ tip, tho.

“Oh, wow…”, Chan was impressed, his childhood friend never admitted having feelings, he once thought Changbin had a tiny rock where his heart was supposed to be and his heartbeats where only earthquakes on his body. He was a kid when he believed it, pardon him.

They approached to your table startling Felix and you.

“Hi, guys! How are you?!” your excitement melted Changbin’s heart, for him you were the cutest person he would’ve ever met and every time you came across and have a conversation, he always found something about you that made him believe that evil didn’t exist, that flowers bloomed constantly around the two of you, that when you laughed, a fairy was born and babies smiled. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he found himself thinking about you every little second of his nights, daydreaming at every hour about what would you two do in the future if you ever got together.

“Hey, Y/N, Felix! How’s it going? Can we sit with you?”, Chan asked stroking Felix’s head, that made Changbin flinched as he got lost in his mind.

“Sure! C'mere”, you patted the sit next to you for him and his cheeks reacted instantly flushing a pinkish shade to his ears hidden by his black hair. Chan choked with his bubble tea as he wanted to vomit after watching that.

“What were you talking about?”, Changbin asked grabbing his burger and eating like if he was in some sort of fancy restaurant and needed to impress you with his skills.

“Tonight’s gonna be the welcoming fair for the new students and it’s gonna be outstanding!”, you clapped your hands full of glee. Changbin repressed a smiled. “There’ll be fireworks, a music show and a loooot of food!”, you finished, eager about the news. You loved the welcoming fair, it was so good to start the semester with great vibes, music sounding all over the place, colors flashing and lightning the dark night, tasty food dancing in your mouth making your stomach the happiest place on Earth. It was wholesome.

“And we were planning to go when everything’s set up”, Felix added grabbing one of Chan’s chicken wings, that made the older looked at him with pressed lips, betrayed. “Wanna come?”, he asked with full mouth.

Changbin was about to decline the offer, he wasn’t found of those kinds of things. People screaming and running over the place and food gathered on the floor at the end of the event? No, it wasn’t his thing.

“It’ll be fun!”, you nodded and slowly took a chicken wing from Chan’s food. He whimpered and pouted after biting his burger.

“Yeah, we’ll be there”, Changbin made it sound cool with his uninterested aura, but he was howling inside full of joy, he was going to spent the night next to you and he couldn’t ask for more.

Or maybe he could ask for more, like making Chan and Felix get away from you and let him have, at least, a few words with you. Since you arrived at the campus park where the fair was settle up and vibrating with energy and new faces, Chan and Felix tormented you with his vacation stories, not letting the e-boy get close to you. Except that he was the one too shy to integrate to the conversation.

The reality was that your gloomy state flowered after they walked away from you and, thinking you were alone, the happy mask you put on after going out of class was the perfect facade for the A student you were. Your first day started as great as it could be, you made your interventions in class, asked a few questions letting people answer and filling your brain with unknown themes and topics, that always sparked your curiosity and was one of the things Changbin like the most, that innocent eyes which never saw the bad side of people, only the greater of things. The eyes that looked at him without fear and only with excitement, not like everyone else. The eyes he deeply wanted to see closer and watch every little spot on your skin, memorize your scars and wrinkles; kiss the little moles you had in your mouth and your neck; blow the rebel strands of your hair that made you pull them on the back of your ears, trace the curves of your body, appreciating the reactions his hands would make on you as he could hear your heartbeat getting faster and little sweat drops appear on your skin. He would be proud of himself as he could sense how hot you’ll be as he touches you with such tender fingers, he wanted to make you feel thirsty for him, the same way he was thirsty for you

However, now he was a little worried when he saw the smile on your face fade away at the same time Chan and Felix decided to buy something to eat and watch the music show. Changbin was nervous, he wasn’t good with reassuring words, he preferred being the company and listen to the other person, usually people only needed someone who could listen to them and just that, company. So he thought that maybe his company would cheer you up as the australian boys were out of sight.

You walked a few steps ahead of him, Changbin keeping his distance as he delivered with himself about his next move, but you turned your head back to see him and waited for him to approach.

“Are you okay?”, he asked when your eyes met his, you gave him a small nod and continue your walk beside him.

“Mhm…”, you mutter raising your eyes to the night sky.

“You sure? You don’t seem like it…”, he could read your body language, your downed shoulders, your sad face trying to be something it was not, the tone of your answers.

“Today was not what I expected to be…”, you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest to hug yourself from the freezing wind it suddenly blow.

“Yeah, tell me about it…”, Changbin scoffed, glancing your previous action.

There it was, he had started the awkward silence because he couldn’t think about something more appropriate to say to cheer you up. He needed to think, he needed to know what was bothering you so much but he only could see the moonlight illuminating half of your face, your eyes looked visually pleasant, they seemed to reflect the entire sky and Changbin was stargazing. Your mouth started to move, you were telling him something that made you pout for a second. Changbin’s eyes followed the curve of your pointy nose and rested on your lips, for him they look pretty soft and kissable. Actually, everything about you seem soft and kissable for the strong man.

“Bin…?”, you frowned and a ghost smile tried to emerge from you mouth, watching the man beside you so lost in his thoughts.

“Changbin, did you hear me?”, he realized your mouth said his name and he looked up, meeting your starry eyes.

“Y-yeah…”, he muttered. “W-well, no… I’m sorry”, he apologized immediately, mentally slapping himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. You chuckled softly and brushed your palms up and down your arms to keep them warm as much as you could. Changbin’s arms intchend as planned carefully his next movements.

“I was saying that my drawing today wasn’t as good as I expected”, you pouted again, Changbin always seemed so interested in every word you’d say and it pleased your heart, he listened, not only heard and. You were glad he never pushed, he would let you open your heart as your mouth let out all your concerns. The first time you two met, Jihyo had told you Changbin was not an easy-going person at the beginning, he would keep distance and would never talk as that was his personality with strangers, he didn’t have too much trust in anyone but his close friends. Nonetheless, when she introduced you as her new best friend, Changbin fell his chest burning and his palms sweating as an angel stood right before him. Your shy smile warmed his chest and when you spoke, he sweared he was in heaven, he’d died and this beautiful creature greeted him in the entrance of his new home.

For you, meeting him was a little more… extreme. He stood there with wide eyes, his lips pressed in a thin line and his arms crossed over his chest. His muscles weren’t as prominent as now, but that didn’t stop your mind to picture him holding you tightly, that made you shiver; a tiny hurricane of butterflies ignated from your belly to the center of your breast and you had to swallow hard when he hold his hand out for you to take it. Politely, you shook his hand for a little too long, but neither of you care to notice. Jihyo gave you both a knowing smile without realizing the meaning and the three of you talked the whole night. Well, you and Jihyo, Changbin dedicated the time to engulfed himself in your invisible wrap around his body. He wasn’t aware of the looks you had give him that da. His cute dimples drove you crazy instantly, his laugh exercised your cheeks muscles making you smile by inertia and, for the first time in two years, you let your heart enjoy the company of this shy and intimidated man that made you feel pure ecstasy just by standing on your side. A couple of years later, you became very good friends unaware of your feelings for each other.

“O-oh… Why? What happened?”, he cared, you really life he cared, it meant a lot for you.

“We have to learn how the human body has so many different shapes by sketching nude models and-”

“W-what?! Did you said nude…models?!”, he interrupted you and stopped on his place. You let out a soft laugh.

“Yes, and today was the first try… by the end of semester we have to present four different body shapes but every time I looked at the models, I just hated the way my fingers couldn’t create the proper shape…”

Changbin was quiet, the image of you in front of a naked man’s body made him shiver in repulsion. He refused to let your pretty eyes wandering through someone else's’ body that wasn’t him, even if that idea was kept for himself.

“Anyways, I have three more months before the final presentation so I can practice a lot”, you finally said and turned to Changbin, the night breeze caressed your body, the goosebumps obligated you to press your palms harder over your naked arms and you allowed yourself to take a look at the man in front of you.

After a long minute staring at you, Changbin found some courage deep in his chest and wrapped his arms around your shivering figure. He almost died, sweating as if he was being chased by some predator, turns out he was being chased by his own feelings trying to erupt as the time with you seemed to go slower than usual. And of course you were taken aback by the man’s actions. In the couple of years you’ve known him, Changbin only had hugged you twice: the time your dad had a car accident and was pretty ill, you felt awful thinking about losing him forever. Changbin comforted you when you came from the hospital. When your dad recovered, your heart exploded with so much love and happiness that Changbin needed to feel those pure feelings, so he hugged you tightly and you were on cloud 9 for the first time as your bodies interacted that much. He hugged you when you win first place at the art gallery competition, he was proud of your hard work and saw the opportunity to celebrate next to you such an award.

Now, he hugged you because you were cold? He didn’t think clearly, he just saw his -not- tiny little crush freezing to death and his body reacted, wanting to protect you forever. Your shoulders were stiffed for a while, still in shock about the gesture. Changbin took that as a bad sign and slowly backed off. Not before you returned the hug quickly, welcoming the warmed feeling of his proximity. You closed your eyes and hide your face in the crook of his neck, making your nose inhale his viril scent. Changbin felt shivers down his spine as your breath tickled his sensitive skin, your hands intertwined behind his lower back and you pressed your chest to his, he let out a soft sigh.

“If you ever need help with something, just ask”, he murmured, mouth hidden in your hair. He took mental notes at how sweet your hair smelled, at how fragile your body could feel in his arms, he wished you could stay in his arms forever.

You nodded and pull your head out of his neck, just to face him with a few inches separating the tip of your noses. Neither of you moved away, you felt too comfy in each others arms. Suddenly, your fingers delineated Changbin’s back muscles in such slow motion, never breaking the eye contact. At the same time, you allowed yourself to paint his face features in your mind permanently with ink, he was attractive, you knew that the first time you met. And although at the time he was skinnier, his features were as sharp as always, his eyes were as captivating as always and his mouth was as inviting as always.

Changbin seemed to read your mind and, for an instant, he looked at your rosy lips barely parted. All rational thoughts vanished from his brain, he really wanted to do this, he was ready to do this but his body never reacted, he only stared at you while the breeze, once again, hit your bare arms.

“I-...”, he spoke in the sweet silence of the night. The music fair echoed through the air while you felt the only people in the place, reciprocally satisfied with each other’s heat.

Unlike Changbin, you were pretty confident so, you cupped his face with your colds hands and the grip he had on your waist got tighter. You gave him a sweet smile as he tried to say something that never came from his mouth, lips already connected with yours.

It felt surreal, even if it lasted for only five seconds. Your lips tasted like cherry chapstick and felt as soft as silk, Changbin thought that maybe, if he ever got the chance, he would buy you a silk dress just for him to trace his hands all over your body while he kissed you for hours, loving the sensation the texture gave him with the extra of your figure.

But good things sometimes didn’t last and you break the kiss with embarrassment. Your cheeks burning as you took a step back from the hug.

“I- I’m sorry…”, you whispered, startled by your abrupt actions and avoided Changbin’s intense glare. He opened his mouth one more time and tried to hold your hand, but two accents made you both jump in surprise.

“Oi, why did you get so far from the fair?!”, Felix’s deep voice resonated around, some students passing by frowned as they thought the voice came from Changbin, only to find out it was from the fairy-looking guy.

“We were looking for ya everywhere”, Chan spoke munching his almost finished hot dog. You cleared your throat and smiled widely at them.

“We went stargazing!”, you pointed over your head directly to the sky. Felix wowed at the view and stood there for a while, watching the stars and talking about astrology facts. You listened and made little interventions with Changbin sat next to you, smiling from time to time. Chan, on the other hand, looked at the both of you with a smirk on his face being nothing but too obvious that they say the whole show you too starred.

As time went by, neither Changbin or you brought the kiss event back; you acted as if nothing had happened and, for a while, Changbine asked himself why. He found himself overthinking one night alone in his apartment after sending Mr. Oh’s final appointment. This time, Chan helped him with the pensum and handed him the assignments the teacher would make him prepare. He did everything on time, feeling gratified about not having to face Mr. Oh ever, he didn’t want Changbin’s big mouth on his class and Changbin didn’t want to go to his stupid session, so everyone win. Everyone except for the fact that you erased his kiss from your mind, well, that was what it looked like for him.

You both met a few times after the welcoming fair and you acted so natural and obvious that, for one moment, he thought he dreamed about the time he finally could tasted your cherry taste lips, and it would’ve been fine because that wasn’t the first time if he was being honest. Yet, when Chan asked him about your “puppy lovers moment” they watched from afar, his heart shrunken and couldn’t concentrate anymore. Nevertheless, his wilde thoughts got interrupted that night by the knocking on his door.

He frowned, not expecting anyone to visit him at 2 in the morning. He got up from the comfy spot on his sofa after pausing the movie he was barely paying attention to and opened the door without even bothering to ask.

You made your way to his sofa and collapsed, letting out a loud sigh. You decided to sneak up into Changbin’s place with no invitation, you couldn't catch a proper sleep since two weeks ago and nothing could make you feel better. You knew he would be up since he used to had insomnio, he had told you that a few days after the fair when you were having lunch once again in the coffee shop.

“Uhm… hello, would you like to come in? Oh, great, have a sit on my nice couch”, Changbin said with purely sarcasm and closed the door, a smile flashing his face. You groaned, grabbed the blanket under your body and wrapped yourself with it as you made you comfortable in his place.

"I can’t sleep", you muttered gaining a scoff from the man.

“I can’t concentrate, Bin! The final presentation is the next week and I’m not over yet”, you uncovered your head out of the blanket and frowned in anxiety. “I feel the sketches look like shit…”

“Hey... don’t say that”, Changbin sat down your feet and rushed his hands over your hair. One thing was clear, after your kiss, you became more touchable with one another and it just felt natural by now. “Your work is pretty impressive, you know it.”

“Yeah, not this one.”

“What is it? What is the think you can’t find in your pieces?”

“Textures… I can see the muscles, I can see the curves, the lines, the expressions”, you explained sitting and carring your knees to your chest. “But I definitely can’t feel them. It’s just a canvas and, form me, every piece needs to be felt. I want people to look at the canvas and feel they can reach at the flesh and touch the warm skin! It’s so difficult when I don’t feel connected with my art…”

“You know what? Draw me!”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“N-no, I really want you to draw my body! W-well, at least my upper body”

A pink flush covered your cheeks as he took his hoodie off and turned to face you with his built up body. You almost let a gasp out at the gorgeous view but you controlled yourself before exposing that side of you, unknown.

Changbin dragged a chair from his kitchen counter, sat on it and assume a pose for you.

“Let’s go, draw me as one of your french girls, baby”, he said exuding confidence. The nickname made your heart skip a bit but you brushed it off and stood up, looking a pencil and paper over the apartment.

Changbin waited as you sat again and started to feel your cute form become timid and embarrassed about the fact that he was half naked. You concentrated on his wide shoulders, imagining your fingers traveling from his neck to his elbow, passing your fingertips over his flesh, painfully slow. The graphite of your pencil followed your orders as you let yourself sink deeply on pure sensations. How would your hand feel caressing his fitted warm chest, would you feel his heartbeats under your touch? Would he hold his breath if you lower your hands to his abdomen, tracing his belly muscles? You tried to not look right into his eyes, because you were catching some kind of heated steam vanishing into thin air and inundating the atmosphere around the empty apartment. You loved the way his muscles contracted as he shifted his weight from leg to leg. As he did so, you jumped.

“Really, Y/N?”, he smirked. “You are drawing daily nude models but you can’t take my chest? Jezz, my power…”, he muttered and you groaned, controlling the urge to reach out and punch that cocky smile of him.

“Shut up and don’t move!”, you complained and he obeyed, still laughing at your adorable tantrum.

An hour later, some suggestive jokes and another pencil, you were giving your piece the final touches as Changbin made an early morning snacks for you both.

“Are you almost done?”, he questioned cleaning his hands and drying them with the kitchen towel. It was funny, because he didn’t even bother to put a shirt again, he just wandered around like that, it was his house after all.

You hummed, letting him know that you needed a few more minutes. He stepped behind you, looking over your shoulder to his wide chest being touched by the tips of your middle finger, you were blurring some lines to give profundity to the piece. While you were so caught up by your work, Changbin allowed himself to trace your skin with his eyes, silently jealous of a insipid paper as he got unconsciously closer.

You felt very proud of this, pretty confident about Changbin’s features. The last time he wanted you to portray him was a year ago and he was skinnier, but this time, well, this time your heart flipped everytime the lines of his body curved and became muscles, your breathing became rougher as your heartbeat was running faster than ever just by looking at the sheet. You could feel his body through this, you felt your chest hurting as excitement bursted into you silently and a proud smile came out of your mouth.

You didn’t notice how or when Changbin’s cheek almost touched yours as he looked closer to your representation of him. Your breath was stuck in your lungs now, burning you inside. You pressed your thighs together as a reflexion, but Changbin catch sight of the movement and he knew it was deeper than him just imagining things.

“I can feel it”, you whispered swallowing hard, your heart thumping harder on your chest like if it wanted to get out of there to meet Changbin’s on the halfway. He tilted his head, making his lips brushed your cheeks slightly.

“How does it feel?”, his voice was ten times deeper as you’ve ever heard him. Soft throbbings emerged progressively between your legs making your ears buzz.

“It feels like you”, you purred, feeling his heavy breaths touching your lips faintly.

“What are you doing?”, you scanned his features, the proximity feeling oddly familiar, so close but so far away. Changbin licked his lip and watched every inch of your face, trying to reminiscent the previous mental picture of you in the welcoming fair. You were beautiful that night, it glorified your pure and innocent soul. Nevertheless, having you there, not feeling cold but exuding a torrid aura, made Changbin think this could probably be the beginning of a unstoppable thirst he wouldn’t be able to control.

“Let me take a sip of your lips, baby”, he put his hand down your chin and turned your face to his.

“Changbin-”

His lips were on yours like a rush, as if you were on a desert and you’ve drunk the last drop of water, he was thirsty for your touch, he was crying out for your soft lips to meet one more time after a long time and you didn’t want to hold back, not in the slightest. You both deserved each other’s needy touches, you’ve been desiring this for far to long that it felt right when he softly asked if you were okay with was going to happen, taking your soft moans as answers, he gently carried you to his bedroom, never leaving your mouth at any cost, probably thinking that if he was dreaming, he would never want to wake up again. At the end of the early day, you became one, pure hearts attached to one another, feeling the same love and attraction since the day you met and finally. You finally were ready to give your sketches the sensations they needed, you felt capable of doing whatever you wanted if Changbin was there for you, because he became the missing piece of the big canvas you were painted on.

And, by the end of the day, you were aware of how Changbin's body felt under your delicate touch.

Masterlist

A/N: this isn't proof read so, please, be nice~!

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livinglikearoyal · 5 years ago

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Love on a Schedule | Namjoon

Summary: You were able to join the boys on their trip to New Zealand and comfort Namjoon when he is unable to enjoy the trip due to stress.

Inspired by Bon Voyage S4 : E6 when Namjoon decided to forgo cycling to work and the anonymous request “I was just wondering if I could request a Namjoon/reader oneshot based on the lyric “let them be them, let us be us” from Love Maze.”

Director Junsoo to camp. Namjoon has decided to return to the campsite. Please ensure that the cameras around the site are ready for his arrival. No personnel is required to remain onsite other than camera op one. Once again, Namjoon will be returning to the campsite for the afternoon. Once the site is prepared, no personnel required to remain besides camera op one.

The rise in volume signals the departure of the staff that remained at the cabins for the day. Quiet murmurs spread throughout the common room as the men and women that expected to have the afternoon off to rest and prepare for the rest of their trip find this time put momentarily on hold.

Director Hyangmi veers away from the small group heading toward the door when she sees you standing near the front desk, holding your coffee mug. Moving to meet her halfway, you prepare to ask your question when she interrupts.

“You want to go, don’t you.” It was a statement and not a question. It seems as if she has gotten to know you well as that is exactly what you want. Her face is stern for a moment before it breaks into a small smile. “Give it an hour or so for the camera op to get some footage for the broadcast. After that, you can head that way. While the camera op is there be sure…”

“To remain inconspicuous. The camera shouldn’t see or hear me. Understood!” You give an exaggerated salute.

The director shakes her head as she chuckles, “I’m glad you were able to come along this time, Y/N. We’ll be back shortly.”

You return to your seat near the fireplace and continue to eat your previously forgotten lunch as your mind wanders.

Namjoon has been having a rough time lately. The month-long break was meant to be a time for the band and company members alike to recharge and refocus themselves: go on trips, visit friends and family, eat whatever they want, sleep the day away. While on paper and in the headlines this seems like a fantastic idea, for a person like Namjoon, it was a struggle. He had been working almost without pause for nearly ten years. His love and dedication to his work is something that he takes pride in, even when it is at its most challenging. So to have a month where the expectations are not for him to produce content but to stay out of the studio, it caused its own form of anxiety for Namjoon. While you weren’t able to be with him due to your own job, you know that he tried the normal vacation things: trips to other countries, countless museums, walks with his dog and bike rides along the river, dinners with his family. He did all of that. He enjoyed all of that. However, at the end of the day, he felt like he was neglecting what he should truly be doing.

You were able to join Namjoon for the last week of his vacation. He treated you to a trip that you had been wanting to take for as long as he could remember and ended it with a couple of nights spending time with both of your families. While you had been able to see his internal conflicts during the countless video calls you had with him and you tried to cheer him up, it was during this week when he opened up about how he struggled with the break. He confessed that he felt the stress building and almost guiltily showed you the notebook of lyrics, ideas, and deadlines he just couldn’t help but put into writing throughout the month.

Now, you were allowed to follow the boys to New Zealand and spend some more time with Namjoon, albeit interrupted time. You have to respect the filming schedule for Bon Voyage. Essentially if there is a cameraman around–you should not be seen or heard. This is when BTS having seven members comes in handy. When some of the members go on an excursion or begin to do something ridiculous, that is when you and Namjoon can have some time to yourselves. The crew usually goes to the bare minimum shortly after dinner so you can usually spend some time with the entire group at that point as well. Otherwise, it was very hit and miss. With that being said, you were provided lodging in the cabins near the campsite and got to see the beauty of New Zealand while spending time with your boyfriend so you can’t complain too much. At all, really.

Coming back to reality, you notice that over an hour has passed. You grab your bag and stop by the kitchen before heading toward the star of your daydreams.

You see the camera operator leaving the RV as you make it to the campsite. He nods to you in acknowledgment and holds the door open, gently closing it once you are safely on the interior steps.

Namjoon doesn’t initially notice your appearance. His hands are in his hair, leaning over his notebook like a desperate college student trying to block out the nonexistent library noise after a regretful night of partying before an exam. You can hear faint sounds coming from his earbuds and can see the tension radiating off of his frame.

It isn’t until you place the steaming mugs that you brought along with you onto the table that he registers that he has a visitor.

“Thanks,” he says while scratching out something in his notebook.

“Anytime.”

Looking up for the first time, his surprised look quickly fades to one of curiosity.

“Babe?”

“Filming is over for a while. I got here right as he left.”

“I didn’t even see him leave.”

“Understandable. You were really focused.”

“How’d you know…”

“Everyone knows your here this afternoon, Joon. They announced it over the walkies. The director said they’d only film you for about an hour.”

“Ahh, yeah. I messed up their afternoon off.” He tosses the pen he has been writing with onto the table and leans his head back.

“That’s not it. They know you.”

He opens his eyes to look at you in question. When you don’t respond, he sighs and finally takes a drink from his mug.

“Have a seat?”

You run your hand lightly through his hair before settling onto the bench across from him. You grab a book from your bag before taking a sip from your own mug and making yourself comfortable.

“You’re not going to tell me to stop working?”

“Would it help if I did?”

A pause. “Probably not.”

“Then no, I won’t.” You smile softly at him. “I’ll just read a little bit while you work. Maybe I can even help you think of a word or something when you can’t quite think of how you want to say it.”

You take another sip of your drink before opening your book. The smile that Namjoon sends your way goes unnoticed by you.

After finishing a couple of chapters in your book, you stretch and take in your surroundings. Your feet have found their way onto the bench across from you so that your lower legs are resting against Namjoon’s thighs. Observing the man in question, he is in an almost identical position as he was when you entered the RV. You spend some time watching him: the tapping of his fingers against his head or paper, his grip on the pen, his mouth forming unknown words. Only after he lets out several frustrated sighs do you nudge him with your feet to capture his attention. He looks up and removes one of his earbuds; eyebrow raised in question.

“What about a change of scenery?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t we take this outside? The sunshine and view might help your ideas flow better. It is starting to get kind of stuffy in here anyway.”

He looks around reluctantly, “We could open the windows?”

“Namjoon.”

He sighs. “Alright. It wouldn’t hurt to stretch a little bit anyway.”

Grabbing your book and a blanket from the bed, you take his unopened water bottle and lead the way out of the RV. You glance around the campsite and find the perfect spot to sit. The two of you take your time walking the short distance to the pair of chairs set up near the lake, where you lay the blanket out in front of both of them.

“Lay down.” You point to the blanket.

“Y/N, I didn’t know…”

“Don’t make it weird. Just lay down, please?”

He grins and lays down on his back after setting his notebook, phone, and pen safely in one of the chairs.

“Roll over.”

You sit down next to him as he does so before saying, “Oh, so you aren’t going to make that rated R?”

He chuckles and a smile comes to your face when you see his entire body shake because of this.

“Take a bit of a break, Joonie,” you say. “Stretch out and relax for a few minutes.”

He lays his head on his arms and looks at you with a smile.

“That sounds good.”

“Hmmm,” you respond before kneeling and beginning to massage his back and shoulders.

“That feels good.”

“Hmmm.”

The next fifteen minutes are spent with his eyes closed and your hands working their magic on the tension in his back and neck. The only sounds that can be heard are that of the surrounding wildlife and the occasional gasp or groan as you hit a particularly tender spot. You are content to continue for quite a while longer when you notice that his eyes are open and you can see the thoughts forming.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For this.”

Your hands stop their ministrations and you sit back so you can look at him better.

“What?”

He sighs and sits up as well.

“We can rarely spend time together. And whenever we can spend time together, my mind is elsewhere. That isn’t fair to you. Everyone else can go to dinners together whenever they want, stay at home to watch movies, spend birthdays at amusement parks. But you’re stuck with me, an idol that can’t be seen in public even if he had the time and energy to go out. A songwriter that sucks at putting his thoughts into words. A stressed workaholic that can’t find a balance between home and work, even after a decade. A boyfriend that can’t treat his girlfriend like they do in movies.” He grimaces. “We have to love on a schedule. And when we do find the time, it seems like you are always taking care of me. I’m sorry.”

It takes a moment for all of that to sink in. In that moment, Namjoon seems to shrink into himself and looks down at his hands.

You place a hand over his and use your other hand to guide his chin upward to look at you, finally resting it on his cheek. The unshed tears in his eyes are mirrored in your own.

“Namjoon, you have nothing to apologize to me for. I enjoy taking care of others. That’s why I do what I do for a living. The fact that I have this amazingly strong, ambitious, and responsible boyfriend that allows me to take care of him, makes me feel important. Special. We all have a lot on our plates and you are no different. The amount of expectation and responsibilities that you have is unreal. You have so many upcoming projects to balance along with the responsibilities of being a leader and brother to the guys. But you manage it and you succeed more times than not. And the amazing thing about you is that you take those times that you don’t succeed and create the most beautiful and inspiring work from it, whether you share it with the public or not.”

A tear falls as he shakes his head.

“You are one of the most important people in my life, Joonie. Of course, I want to take care of you. Of course, I’d love if we could be together at all times of day and have that typical fairytale romance. But you know what? I absolutely adore what we have. It gives us both the opportunity to flourish in our own independence while also having the comfort of knowing that the other is just a phone call away. That distance…that makes times like this even more sweet and memorable. This relationship has not only brought me you, my prince charming, but it has also brought so many more people into my family. The guys and crew feel like my brothers and sisters. I hope that my family and friends are the same for you?”

He nods.

“So what if we can’t have dinner in the same room every night. So what if we don’t spend our birthdays together at arcades or amusement parks. That is what everyone else does. Let them be them. Let us be us. I absolutely love every single moment we have spent together. Every single trip. Every word. Every touch. It doesn’t matter if we are somewhere extraordinary like this or on different sides of the globe, speaking through the phone. I’ve loved it all. You are home to me.”

You kiss him gently on the lips.

“I love you. I love you the most.”

“Y/N, I…” Namjoon tilts his head like he can’t figure out what to say before he moves forward, capturing your lips in his once again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your smile is reflected on his face as you scoot to sit between his legs and lean into him. His arms come to wrap around you and he leans his chin on your shoulder. The two of you sit looking at the gorgeous scenery for an unknown period of time, sharing gentle kisses and touches, whispered promises.

“You know, you can go ahead and work on your music if you want to. I’ll stay,” you say softly after you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“You sure?”

“Hmmm. If there is ever a time when I want or need your undivided attention, I will let you know. Just like I hope you would let me know. Right now though, I just want to be around you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing.”

“Alright.” He places a kiss on your temple before untangling his limbs from yours to stand up and retrieve his supplies. He soon returns, handing you the book you had been reading before laying down on his stomach and getting to work. You watch him for a few moments before making yourself comfortable, using his back as a pillow. You let out a contented sigh when you feel his back move slightly, signaling that he has started to write.

You’ll have to be sure to thank Director Hyangmi when you get back to the cabins for having the crew avoid filming near the lake once everyone returned.

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squirrelly831 · 5 years ago

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Fainting [Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon]

Warning: Namjoon’s reaction has to do with a panic disorder, so read at your own risk.

Enjoy~

Seokjin

May was a web comic artist and she was known to pull all nighters. Due to that, her boyfriend, Seokjin, would make it a priority to check on her at her apartment especially on days that she didn’t answer his phone calls or text. Sure, call him overbearing, but he knew how May got when it came to her work. She’d work herself to death if she was left alone too long.

So, when he found out that they had an early day, he was excited. He knew May was in a crunch as her deadline for her weekly post was nearing which meant to him that his girlfriend wasn’t taking care of herself. He sent her a text to let her know that he was going to stop by that night and make dinner, but his text went unread.

That night, Seokjin entered her dark apartment, “May?” He called out as he took off his shoes and headed to the living room. When he flipped the switch he was greeted with horror. “MAY!” He dropped the groceries without a care when he heard the eggs break as he rushed to his girlfriend’s side. May was twisted in pain. Her eyes didn’t open when he grabbed a hold of her burning flesh. He felt her forehead and cheek, “You have a fever…” He whispered. He picked her up and took her to bed before he went scavenging for medicines and a wash cloth.

After he cleaned up the groceries he dropped, he gave Namjoon a call and explained the situation as well as to let him know he would not be returning home that night. Seokjin made a quick stop to the convenient store and got some soup ingredients before he returned to May’s place.

Seokjin finished the soup and brought it to May’s room just as she was sitting up. May sought out her glasses when Seokjin rushed to her side, put the soup down on the night stand, and handed her the glasses.

She put them on and looked up at Seokjin, “Jin? Why are you here?” She glanced around the room. “Why am I in bed?” Her eyes widened, “Shit the comic!”

Before she could get out of bed, Seokjin’s shot out and pushed her on the bed, “You’re not leaving this bed.”

“Seokjin.”

“No, don’t Seokjin me. You were unconscious in the middle of the living room” he snapped. May opened her mouth to say something, but she quickly shut it and bit her lip. “You promised you’d take care of yourself. Instead you were overworking yourself even though you have a cold.”

“I’m sorry… I was going to deal with the cold after I finished my panels.”

Seokjin wanted to be mad, but the sad regretful face his girlfriend made was impossible to stay mad at. He took a seat on the edge of her bed, “Good. Now, you need to eat.”

Once May recovered, Seokjin took her out to celebrate her recovery and for hitting 100,000 likes on her latest chapter.

When her food was placed in front of her, Seokjin snatched it. She gave him an exasperated look, “What the heck?”

He grabbed his chopsticks and picked up some of her food, “Say ah~”

“Jin, I’m not a baby” she complained. He held the food there for a moment and May leaned forward to eat it.

However, he pulled it back and ate it with a satisfied look, “Too slow, jagiya~”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her food, “You’re so lame…”

“No wait, I want to feed you once. I promise I won’t take it again.”

She grabbed her chopsticks and shook her head, “Nope. Too late.”

Yoongi

Amanda always told her best friend and boyfriend, Yoongi, to rest and not to overwork. She didn’t understand the life of an idol as she was just a normal college going girl, but she did know when Yoongi was neglecting his health. Though they dated, sometimes she had a habit of acting like an over bearing mother and not a girlfriend.

However, though Amanda was always on his case, no one was on her for the same neglect. As a college student, she had her own stress to deal with. One being the horrid final exams. Most of them weren’t bad, except her one chemistry exam. She wasn’t even a science major, but it was a basic requirement. Unlike other basic requirement course professors, this one was serious about her class. So much so that the final was 60% of the overall grade. Amanda struggled with barely scraping by with a 75 in the class. Failure was not an option.

Her neglect started slowly, missing one meal or scraping off a couple of hours of sleep, but as the exam steadily approached Amanda pulled more all nighters or ate a small snack through the day. Her head buried in a book and Yoongi would have never expected what she was doing. He had decided to leave her be until after finals season as he knew she wouldn’t so much as glance at her phone.

The day of the exam, Amanda’s nerves were haywire. She was surviving on coffee and an energy snack. Her eyes developed large bags under them that makeup couldn’t hide. Her hair was unkempt and thrown into a ponytail. When she finished her exam she stood and a wave of dizziness hit her. In her head, she reminded herself that she’d get sleep when she got home. She unsteadily made her way down the stairs as the steps blurred and refocused.

Her professor looked up at her, “Are you okay?”

Amanda’s head felt hazy. She saw her professor speak, but couldn’t make out the word. Her eyes rolled as she collapsed in front of the desk. She didn’t hear the gasps of the other test takers or when her professor grabbed her phone to call an ambulance.

Malnourished. That was all the doctor had to say to Amanda when she woke up with an IV attached to her arm. The doctor insisted on keeping her overnight much to her disappointment.

So there she was in the hospital bed as she waited for the nurse to bring her nasty hospital food. Her mind wondered to her exam. Had she been able to turn it in? Her trail of thought was interrupted when her door swung open and her boyfriend ran in out of breath and looked frantic. “Yoongi” she breathlessly called out. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a photoshoot.”

Yoongi shot her a look “I’m your emergency contact, stupid. I ran here when I heard you fainted. Exhaustion, fatigue, dehydration! Are you mental?”

Amanda looked down with guilt riddled on her face. The last thing she wanted was to worry Yoongi who had his work to worry about. “I was just trying to make sure I didn’t fail my class…”

He pulled up a chair to the side of the hospital and sat down with a relieved look. He took her hand and held on to it tightly. Amanda could feel how shaky his hand was. “I know you always worry about me when I overwork and I never took it seriously. However, when I got the call you fainted because of exhaustion. My heart stopped. We need to take better care of ourselves, okay Jagiya?” She nodded and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. He wasn’t going to let her go through exam seasons alone ever again. He made a promise to himself that he’d make time to stop by her place to pull her from her studies.

Hoseok

Hoseok was at the practice room with his best friend and crush, Mariah, who agreed to help with with his new choreography. She was a dancer just as he was which was how they met. He went to her dance studio and took some classes and the next thing he knew, they were always together.

Mariah was dressed in a turtleneck shirt and jeans as the winter weather was insane. She regretted not bringing a change of clothes that she would be comfortable to dance in. The heat of their bodies was suffocating. She grabbed the top of her turtleneck and fanned her face with it. She sucked down her water and jumped up, “Alright” she clapped, “Break over.”

Hoseok groaned as he stood, “How many more times until we call it a break?”

Mariah placed her fingers under her chin, “Let’s stop once we can get to the first chorus perfectly. Remember, even if we mess up, we will go through the whole song before we redo it.” Mariah looked in the mirror to catch Hoseok’s nod. She hit the play button and got into position before they started dancing.

After the third time, Mariah felt dizzy. She crouched for a bit to try to refocus. She felt like she was on fire. She took a deep breath, “Alright, one more time.”

Hoseok noticed her ill expression, “Are you sure? You don’t look good.”

Mariah waved it off, “I’m just sore.” She played the song once more and got prepared to dance.

“Mariah, hey! Mariah!” She woke to the feeling of a cold water bottle pressed to her face. She slowly opened her eyes and noticed her upper body was supported by Hoseok’s body. “Can you stand?” She nodded and he helped her on her feet only for her knees to buck. He caught her before she fell and he picked her up, “I called a taxi, I’ll take you to the hospital.

Once at the hospital it was determined due to the excess heat and the tight turtleneck shirt, Mariah had overheated and fainted. When the doctor left, Hoseok broke down.

He held her hand as guilt overtook him, “I should have paid more attention you how you were feeling. I’m sorry.” He wouldn’t listen to anything Mariah had to say about the blame. He would accept it was his fault.

Namjoon

He thought he knew his best friend, Jessica, like the back of his hand. However, there was one thing she never told a soul. She had a panic disorder. She didn’t find the need to tell anyone about it as she was on medicine that kept her calm.

Though the meds helped most of the time, they didn’t help one day after she got into a heated phone argument with her parents. She was tired of being disrespected and treated like a child by her verbally abusive parents. She was tired of being pushed around by them. She did everything for them, sent them money though she was struggling with her own bills of tuition, took care of her siblings even though her mother was a stay at home, and ran their errands. However, Jessica reached her boiling point and she snapped.

Namjoon had entered her apartment without announcing himself when he heard her screaming. He ran into the apartment to see her phone shattered on the other side of the living room and Jessica hyperventilating. Namjoon rushed to her side to calm her, but she sobbed harder and gasped for air as she choked on her sobs. Her hand flew to her chest as her legs became jelly. Her attack lasted long enough that Namjoon called her doctor to rush over. However, as she stopped crying, she still gasped for air before she ultimately fainted which only made Namjoon panic.

Jessica’s doctor rushed to her apartment when Namjoon called her. She explained her fainting was caused by the lack of oxygen to her brain due to her hyperventilation. She wrote out a prescription for Namjoon to pick up for Jessica and after he went to get the medicine he went to her bathroom to get her small glass. As he was in her bathroom, he noticed a prescription pill bottle with Jessica’s name etched on it. As Jessica slept, he looked up the medicine only to discover it was an antidepressant and was used for panic disorders.

He was upset that she never told him she was suffering. He reached for her hand and stared at her unconscious figure. He wouldn’t confront her about it and wait for her to open up about the series of events, but he would look into how to prevent and stop a panic attack. He refused to let his best friend suffer alone.

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I just recently started college. I’m an architecture major. I am finding myself extremely stressed to meet deadlines, and even if I make the deadline, my work sucks. Like I spend all my time in my studio and my work is still subpar. I’m gaining weight and I don’t have time to work out which is also stressing me out. I feel like I’m already sinking and it’s only been three weeks. I want to stick with it bc I enjoy what I’m doing, but I’m just so stressed. Plus I don’t want to disappoint anyone.

College is definitely a stressful time, and that initial transition can be a little rocky for some people. College is a whole different ball game than high school. I know people who in high school had a 3.8 GPA and got scholarships because they always Aced tests and scored high on the SAT, but couldn’t hack it in college because they never did homework -- and they quickly found out that college is all papers and assignments and rarely ever tests. You can be the smartest person in the room, but if you’re used to things being easy for you and you’re not used to working hard (which happens for a lot of smart people), then college will be a bit of a struggle. A lot of those people dropped out or failed out because it wasn’t making them happy.

I also had a friend who was an art history major, but she hated college. She hated the stress, her classes, the “college life”, everything. But she wanted to go to college and get a degree in that because it was what she was good at and she felt like she had to get a degree in order to be worth something. At the end of fall semester her sophomore year, she failed out and was on academic probation and couldn’t return. And her parents told her, “This is the universe’s way of telling you that you’re not meant to go to college, and that’s okay. If it’s not making you happy, then don’t do it.” And I completely agree. And now she’s a professional makeup artist and just finished hair school a year ago and does hair and makeup for commercials and movies and stuff, and she loves it! College isn’t for everyone, and having a degree doesn’t give you any more value than someone who doesn’t have a degree. This whole idea that everyone has to go to college is the government’s way of trying to keep the US on top with having the most “educated people”, and by trying to make a shit ton of money on overpriced education. It’s all bullshit. If you enjoy college and getting that degree is a goal of yours and it’s something that’s going to make you feel really accomplished, then go for it! But if college is making you hate life and you feel like you’re drowning, then don’t feel like you have to continue on with that path, because maybe it’s not the one for you.

I’m not saying this is you, Anon, but I went on a bit of a tangent there for anyone reading this who feels this way or is going through this struggle. As for you specifically, college is stressful, but it shouldn’t be overbearing. If you’re struggling to make ends meet, then it could be that this specific program isn’t the right one for you. As in, maybe it’s not the right school. Being an architect major isn’t going to be the same everywhere, it’s going to be different based on the school, the professors, the other students, etc. So if it’s this difficult, and getting your degree is something you really want but just struggle to achieve, then maybe it’s not the right school for you. It could also be that you’re just starting out and need to get used to this new routine. Give it the semester, or maybe a year, and if you’re still struggling or it’s just too draining to be worth it, then try transferring schools.

As for the weight gain, you don’t have to work out in order to lose or maintain weight. Most of it comes from nutrition and what kinds of foods you’re eating. I’m not a professional, but I’ve been in the health/fitness game for over a decade now and have done (and continue to do) tons of research, and have lost a ton of weight. I’ll share a little bit of the knowledge that I have, and my personal opinions that help me. At the very base, weight loss/weight gain comes from calories in vs. calories out. Of course there are some other factors depending on the person, but that’s the very base of it. If you consume more calories than you burn, then you’ll gain weight, and if you consume less calories than you burn, then you’ll lose weight. And I am a firm believer in quantity over quality -- as in, 100 calories from an apple is way better and more nutritionally valuable than 100 calories from apple juice. Another thing to understand is that you are constantly burning calories. If you were to just lay in bed not moving at all but just breathing, you will burn about 60% of your calories. And then when you consume food and digest it, you burn let’s say another 10% of your calories. And then you’re left with just your lifestyle calories which comes from walking to the bathroom or fidgeting your hands or even blinking. So then you’re at like 90-95% of your calories burned (You can find that average number here). So then add working out onto the very end of that, and you find that you actually don’t burn as many calories working out as you think. So many people think you have to go to the gym for 6 hours every day and burn 3,000 calories at the gym in order to lose weight, but really working out is there for two purposes: training and building muscle, OR to help you lose weight faster. But nutrition and what you’re putting into your body is the most important thing as far as gaining or losing weight. You can lose weight just from sitting in a chair all day as long as you eat healthy foods and stay under the number of calories you naturally burn, but you can’t out train a bad diet. So if you’re concerned about gaining a bunch of weight and not having enough time to work out, look at your diet. Are you eating junk, or are you eating foods with nutrition that’s going to give you energy and keep you fuller longer? Of course being stressed and not moving around as much will cause you to crave those unhealthy foods, but if it’s something you’re really concerned about then just know that you don’t need time in order to lose the pounds you’ve put on or to keep yourself from gaining more weight. Focus on nutrition, make healthier choices, and gaining weight will be one less thing you have to worry about. Again, I’m not a professional, just an average person who had done a lot of research and listened to a lot of different opinions on the subject.

That was a lot of ranting, and I apologize for the sheer length of this answer because damn I’m chatty today lol. But just wanted to leave you with one last thing: This is your life, and the only person you should really worry about disappointing is yourself. If down the road you find that this is not the path you want to continue on, then you have every right to change that no matter what anybody else says, even your family. You have the right to try other paths to success, because there are more than one. Good luck, and I’m rooting for you, Anon!

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wannawrite · 6 years ago

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not my type

who?: Wanna One’s Ong Seongwoo genre: 🌸 type: bullet point

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University! AU

you don’t date younger guys

but you just might ;)

thanks for requesting! this was quite difficult to write since I am a child still lol. Do note that Seongwoo is 20 in this work of fiction. ⁃ admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

so,,,your love life

not that exciting

in fact, it is facing a drought at the moment

reality is harsh huh?

or maybe it is because of your high standards

1. No younger guys

2. Must be a nice person

3. Someone I could foresee marrying

but none of your blind dates left you impressed

and then there’s this kid from the music block called Ong Seongwoo

he’s just one of the guys trying to worm his way into your ‘possible boyfriend’ list

scarily enough, his tactics were working

we gon throw this waayyy back when y’all met

frat parties were never your thing

in fact, f*ck linda and this stupid party, I just want to go home and sleep

you love your roommate and all but you couldn’t help but curse her out

after all, she had dragged you to this party thrown by one of the music department frat guys

and left you stranded

in a hallway with at least 3 couples passionately making out

tonight was not your night at all

you hated the loud, shitty music and the smell of sweat and liquor

appalling

but linda was your ride here and there was a slim chance of hailing a cab right now

you had no choice but to suck it up and rough it out

Another issue

you needed to finish that essay on sustainable fashion before the 6am deadline

shit

gr8 job prof

all-nighter?

borrow a laptop from someone and do it now?

what the hell

which person would bring a laptop to a frat party?

unless you can break into one of their rooms and take one??1?1?11

you almost slap yourself at the idea

dumb worried bitch energy

sis is out of ideas and just wants to graduate be a little empathetic, folks

you want to sit down on the floor and sink into a puddle of goo

oh no

there’s no way you are going to maintain this 3.9 GPA lmaoo

you move to wrestle Linda away from one of the frat guys

but hollers and cheers stop you

a group of guys block your path as they welcome yet another friend

but get this! the newcomer has a laptop case in his hands!!

he appears to have just come from a lecture or meeting

bUT HE HAS A LAPTOP YAYAYAYAYA

now, all you had to do was to stalk him, suck up to him and steal borrow the device

sucking up to one of these frat boys was easy

their brains had been bruised with bud lights so they weren’t the brightest of the bunch

before you know it, he’s whisked away by his friends and dissolved into the crowd

crap

you really, genuinely, wholly, need this laptop

They would help a fellow college student in need, right?

left with no choice, you elbow your way through

I suppose your efforts pay off

bc you catch him as he’s headed upstairs

barely

“hey!” you yell over the noise. “I-I...”

the mystery guy only stares, quizzically

suddenly, you’ve lost all ability to form coherent sentences

this is embarrassing!

hE JUST LOOKING

sis gotta calm down

remember the real reason: laptop

“c-can i borrow your laptop real quick? I have a d-deadline tonight”

mystery boy says nothing

...

“What’s it in for me? If i lend you my laptop?”

he tries to remain serious but the corners of his mouth are tugging up

sneaky

desperation is pretty much flooding your body

you wld say f*ck it but you can’t

“I’ll owe you a favour!” you blurt out thoughtlessly.

*crickets chirping*

hope is slowly beginning to fade and your brain is coming up with extension excuses

just crumbs,,,anything

Orbits gg thru with the drought

when he goes

“okay”

JESUS THANK YOU

he beckons for you to follow him

oh?😏😉

“I know a better work environment than here.”

oh.

“What’s your name? I’m y/n, it’s my third year.”

“Woah, third year? my name’s ong seongwoo. I just got here.”

huh, freshman

seongwoo doesn’t say much after

he leads you to a common study area in the enormous fraternity house

you turn away as he sets up the laptop and everything bc privacy!!!

but the number of brain cells you have left won’t allow you to remember his login details anyway

“thanks,” you murmur bashfully

well, this is an expected and rather awkward situation

seongwoo plants himself in the chair a few seats away from yours

he pulls out study materials from his backpack

??? hello? sis, u shld be enjoying the party downstairs ???

you try to shift your fullest attention on your project

but!! his presence alone is so loud prominent, it’s giving you a hard time keeping your eyes off😔🤧

anyway u manage to suck it up and finish paper and submit it just in time!

a miracle

maybe he is your angel ;)

you turn to face him and,,,seongwoo has fallen asleep!! on his books!!

his hair is slightly tousled and his glasses rest askew on his face

papers flap in his face but he’s too gone to care

the poor child is tired

💓💖💕soft hours💕💖💓: open

gently, you tap his shoulder

“seongwoo? hey, um, your laptop,”

he only stirs the 2nd time you call him

Cute

groggily, he covers his face and speaks into his hands

he mumbles something about ‘dealing with it later’

you figure it would be best if you left him alone to nap

suddenly, seongwoo grabs your arm

at least, he reaches for it

“I need your number to claim that favour.”

my number ????

for half a second, your heart does pitter patters

he’s only being objective though...

and it was you who suggested it in the first place

sighing, you punch your number into his phone

“okay, but use it wisely and...try not to...call or text so much...”

that sounds rlly mean >:(

“yeah i’ll keep that in mind.”

there’s an underlying layer of...cheekiness? in seongwoo’s tone

your brain jumps to the first conclusion it can think of

“I don’t date younger guys, Seongwoo,”

rEGRET FILLS YOUR ENTIRE BEING IMMEDIATELY AFTER

now, Seongwoo looks up and beams broadly

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” he taunts playfully

red sinks into your face and you defend yourself in splutters

“I’m not interested in general! I’m prioritising my studies and everything else! It was just to make sure you know where we stand-“

futile, really

“relax,” he replies. “Just saying, I could change your mind.”

Cocky

but true lol

an amused scoff leave your lips and your arms go akimbo

“I’d like to see you try, freshman.”

*back to the present*

You: really, Seongwoo. I don’t see why you can’t drop by the printing station yourself

Seongwoo: you are seated RIGHT NEXT to it. Just fold the papers into aeroplanes and fly them over

You: a 15-page research paper ?? That clearly says ‘do not bend’

Seongwoo: ignore it. Throw it over

you never predicted this was where life would take you

here you were, sat in the library, the table by the printing room

and Seongwoo was seated a few tables away, texting you to collect his freshly printed document

just because

You: Oh my god shut up you’ll get points deducted if your paper is the least bit crumpled

You: i’ll just bring it over

so,,,you did

you brought seongwoo’s papers over to his table

he had been watching from afar, lips pulled into a dumb smile

“thank you, senior.”

boy had the audacity to say that in front of your salad

just to tease him, you reply:

“yeah, senior, just how I like my future boyfriend.”

with that remark, the smile slips off seongwoo’s face and his jaw clenches

but he tries to play it off all cool😎🤧

you shoot the sweetest smile you can muster before skipping back to your table

*beep beep*

I nearly put vibrate -

Seongwoo: that doesn’t count as using my favour card!

your head shakes, but your mouth smiles

it was no secret that seongwoo had a small! crush on you

even if it was, everyone knew

his whole frat and most of his seniors

your friends and roommates

the whole bloody campus

this relationship started out with seongwoo following you on ig

then occasionally dropping a text and wishing you well

he also hyped up all your pics

and said hi whenever you bumped into each other

it escalated to meeting up for brunch or a movie

just...as friends, casually

but you enjoyed his company and goofing around much more than some blind dates

now, texting him was a regular

going out was common

and you haven’t even counted the number of times you guys met at social events

sometimes, he made you feel so✨ special, precious, wanted by doing the smallest things

like a tea on your table

or going the extra mile to cheer you up

most of the time at the expense of his handsome face

he was always,,,there

you did find out about his feelings, though he never addressed them fully

it was fun!! to press his buttons as a friend

“yeah idk abt dating someone younger. Wbu?”

“Hmm. Senior year makes everyone 10x hotter.”

thOSE WERE JOKES

BANTER, PEOPLE, BANTER

but...you weren’t certain if that would turn into something more

you know, you hadn’t given dating someone younger a thought

it never crossed your mind

maybe it was a subconscious deal breaker

you were always quick to bring age into making deals

old broken deals could be made new

the concept was incredibly foreign

my boyfriend? younger?

Personally, you could never see that happen

b-but seongwoo made you sO DAMN HAPPY ALL THE TIME

there was sunshine in his smiles

and starlight in his eyes

ᵕ꒳ᵕ

uGh fEELINGS

but is this attraction?

Eventually, after many sleepless nights, up thinking about this, you made up your mind

If he made a move first,

bc ur scared

you would be hella open to dating him

f*ck that ‘older people only’ rule

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄ ˘⁄)♡

[3.06am] seongwoo leaves a voicemail. He says, “hey, will you go on a date with me? I like you.”

[3.14am] seongwoo leaves another voicemail. “I’ll use my favour card if I have to. Just give me a chance.”

anD HOLY F*CK YOU DON’T knOW HOW TO ACT AFTER HEARING THOSE

RIGHT WHEN YOU WAKE UP

yOur heaRT IS FLUTTERING AND YOU CAN FEEL THE BLUSH COMING

UGH SWEETHEART YOU GOT IT BAD

so u jump on this bandwagon and call him asap

it goes straight to voicemail but you don’t leave one

hehe

you know,,,to build suspense

all day long, that’s all you can think about

SeoNGWOO LIKES ME?

[8.17am] seongwoo wakes up to a silent voicemail from you

he doesn’t know what to think of it

he dials your number with shaking hands and before you can utter a word, he rushes, “meet me at xxx cafe at 11am”

then hangs up

Tumblr: 101 cafe date outfit ideas

Seongwoo arrives early and orders a drink while waiting

he also picks out a window booth to sit at

his nerves could eat him alive if they teamed up

what would you say to him?

how badly did you react to his 3am confession

getting mildly intoxicated on Daniel’s stash was a horrible idea

he spilt all his secret uwus

the bell chimes

and all his attention is focused on you

your eyes land on him

a smile graces your face as you walk over

“I like you too.”

“Damn, you better not be messing with me right now,” seongwoo nervously chuckles. “I know I sent you th-“

“Oh my god! I like you!”

For a moment, his smart mouth runs dry, surprised

“Oh wow, what happened to your older guys only rule?”

You smack his chest in mock annoyance

“Rules are made to be broken! Let’s not talk about that.” You turn various shades of red

Grinning like the Chesire cat, Seongwoo teases, “And that’s the beauty of it.”

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