#it’s kind of when the prettiest member is the face of the group despite being the weakest member overall. same concept just a different

[xumoonhao]

the day kpop companies realize not every group needs a rap line and when producers realize not all songs need a rap part is the day we will know peace. unfortunately, until then we will continue to suffer 🙏🏻

[catkyunie]

ateez's love languages (maknae line) ♡

Sannie is a cuddle bug and as soon as he is sure that you are comfortable with him and vice versa, he’s going to make sure you know it. If there is ever an opportunity for his arms to be wrapped around you in some capacity, he’s taking it. Cooking dinner? He’s hugging you from behind. Laying on the sofa and scrolling through TikTok? He’s now your human blanket. Physical closeness and the intimacy that comes with it is something that Sannie cherishes. San is a person who loves deeply and who loves hard so being able to feel the way your body responds to his affections, hearing the quickening of your heartbeat, seeing the way the tips of your ears and cheeks flush with the prettiest shade of pink, fills him with an insatiable sense of pride. This goes hand in hand with his need for quality time as well as his want to care for you with acts of service. After a long day of work, he’d have body oils ready for a deep tissue massage, a blanket his mother made him fresh from the dryer that smells of him, and a warm drink at the ready and promptly refilled when he noticed it getting low. Going on a movie date together? He’s dusting off your seat and being mindful of picking seats that he knows aren’t too close or too far so as not to strain your eyes. Don’t mention your car needing any kind of maintenance. He’ll purposefully have the managers drive you to work the next day so he can go have the oil changed, and the gas tank filled, and even detail it for you. Any and everything that he can do to make your life easier, he’s willing to go above and beyond because he knows you would do the exact same thing for him. He is also so appreciative of the fact that you can be okay with having Wooyoung, Yeosang, or any of the members around for casual hangouts. San’s friendships mean just as much to him as his relationship with you and he loves the fact that you understand and are willing and able to accommodate his need for quality time with his members as well. Seeing how much you love his brothers and how much they adore their little sister does things for his spirit that he finds difficult to put into words. So, he expresses it with as much physical affection as either group can stomach.

Song Mingi is a person who often uses physical touch to comfort those around him. Whether it’s a reassuring hand on his hyung’s back or a quick hug to help drive a point home, he is always able and willing to be that source of solace for someone when they need it. However, it is when someone is willing to do the same for him that he melts. The comfort he feels from your hand on his neck or the weight of your head on his shoulder is something that causes Mingi’s chest to swell. It is also something that the rapper has found helps him lessen his own anxieties. More often than not if the two of you are seated beside each other, Mingi will motion for you to crawl into his lap or to even lay atop him. You are what he likes to refer to as his own ‘personal weighted blanket’. Another way that you help Mingi through his day-to-day worries is with your words of reassurance and affirmations. While he has since gained incredible confidence in himself and his abilities as both a rapper and stage performer, there are still days when the man struggles to separate what is meant to be a stage persona and the person he really is behind that mask. Thankfully, between you and his members, he is reminded that no one is like Mingi and that, despite his own perception of himself, he is loved and cherished for being that very person. On and off the stage. Quality time with his brothers and his partner also does wonders with grounding Mingi and helping him differentiate between the many hats he wears. Some of his favorite ways to relax after a long week of schedules is by sitting at home with takeout and tossing on whatever anime series he’s been putting off watching. Most of those nights are also accompanied by couples' face masks and the occasional distraction in the form of makeup. Though it isn’t something he does often, he enjoys it when he and his partner can just play around with eyeshadows and turn each other into eccentric and beautiful canvases. He particularly likes it when you teach him different makeup techniques, like which brush is the best for blending out a smokey eye or giving him a plump, dewy lip look.

Much like his dear friend San, Wooyoung is very much a fan of physical affection. In fact, out of all eight ATEEZ members, he’s probably the most forward with his physical affections. He’s never been one to shy away from hugs or kisses, and will even go out of his way to give reassuring or playful little booty pats. He’s also, by far, the most bitey of the members. While most of the nibbles are mischievous in nature and are nothing more than a little chomp, there are times when he can get carried away and leave a mark or two, much to the disdain of his members. Alas, it is always good fun. Most of what Wooyoung does is for the sake of fun at the expense of his members or partner. Wooyoung is The Brat of ATEEZ and will go out of his way to be a little menace whenever the opportunity arises. Whether it’s being sassy or pouting when he doesn’t get his way, Wooyoung naturally demands attention. With that being said, sometimes he worries if maybe it’s too much too often. While he’s never been one to dim his brightness for the sake of others, he can’t help but wonder if, at times, he’s verging on the edge of inconsiderate or maybe even annoying. This is where his need for words of affirmation comes in. Though his members, and even occasionally his partner, may pick back with him and pretend like they don’t like his forwardness or affections, they are always sure to reassure him after the fact that he is loved and adored for being just who he is, even if that is a chaotic little fox. They wouldn’t have him any other way and Wooyoung is forever grateful to have found not only a set of brothers but a lover that can and will cherish him, inside and out. How does he show this appreciation? By going out of his way to do what he can for others when and if he is able. While Wooyoung can be extremely extroverted, he is, at his core, an introvert (he is an ISTJ after all). It is the quiet moments in between when you and Wooyoung are alone and away from the prying eyes of the public that Woo really shines. This is when he can turn his persona down and really get the chance to just be Wooyoung with his members and partner. One of his favorite ways to display acts of service is by cooking for the people he loves. Whether he’s experimenting with a new dish or simply chooses to make your favorite because you’ve had a tough day at work, Woo’s love of food and his love for you is evident in the way he not only prepares it but presents it as well. And seeing the way you melt in your seat after taking a bite? It absolutely fills him with pride and adoration.

Jongho adores spoiling you and will often take you out with this intention. One of his favorite ways to do so is by popping into department stores and having cheesy dressing room montages with you, the sole purpose of hyping you up and reminding you of how stunning he finds you in literally every article of clothing, even the pieces that you purposefully pull from the rack to try and look silly. Something that initially surprised you about Jongho is how much he enjoys styling his partner. While you’re shifting through different pieces and putting together outfits, he’ll occasionally wander the store as well, perusing the racks until he finds articles of clothing that he not only knows you’ll love, but that he thinks you’d look striking in. His favorite way to style you though, by far, is with accessories. Pops of gold or chrome silver, colorful and playful necklaces, stylized bags. And once you settle on an outfit or two that you fall in love with? To the register you go, with a surprise gift usually being thrown into the mix, often in the form of a dainty chain or bracelet. He’s the type of partner to buy his someone a chain with a letter J pendant for everyday wear. Much like Yunho, the youngest of the two Ho’s intertwines their gift-giving with acts of service. Jongho would definitely be the type to purchase his partner the latest software or camera equipment if their job or hobby required it and he’d do it with no prompting whatsoever. This maknae is all about spoiling their someone and making their lives as easy as they possibly can. But, that isn’t to say that Jongho does not enjoy hearing how much you enjoy how he spoils you. Seeing as he is a person who has a difficult time expressing himself with words or physical actions, he sometimes worries that his someone will perceive his spending habits as ways to buy their love when that certainly isn’t the case. Hearing you say how much you enjoy the new bag or how much easier your work has become since purchasing some sort of software really and truly reaffirms for him that you see and understand why he does the things he does. It isn’t to purchase your love. It’s to make you smile and reassure you that you deserve to be spoiled.

[glacial-snowflakes]

Subtle hum of the Hudson River - part 2 // Loki

A/N: Hi darlings! I'm sorry for not posting but I kind of don't have that much time rn :( I'm so so sorry! I hope you like it! <3

Here is part 1

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: You and Loki take a stroll down the river, letting yourself be honest with each other. The words you spoke have an unexpected result.

WARNINGS: it's all fluff, don't you worry!; parts written like this are retrospection

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Outrage and disgust filled every little whisper he heard. The team's looks were so sharp that they could cut one's skin open. Sighs full of hatred. Snarky remarks, supposedly innocent, yet hurt like hell. Why would anyone care about God of Mischief? Yes, he might live in the Tower, and yes, he might call himself one of the Avengers now, but he would never belong. Never. Not after what he did.

"They will never trust me, won't they?" Loki asked Thor, his sight focused on a cup he was holding in his frozen hands. The tea wasn't hot anymore. It went cold just like his heart that had never known the warmth of love. Trickster raised his eyes to meet Thor's. God of Thunder could swear that for a moment, he saw despair painted onto his brother's pale face. "I thought you didn't care about them nor their attitude towards you."

"I don't." The raven-haired man said immediately but seeing his brother's smile made him speak the truth. "I hate the way they look at me. I know what I did, and I deserve it. It's just— Nevermind." Loki sighed and took a sip of his cold tea. Speaking about his feelings was never his strong suit. Opening up to someone and spilling his guts felt like a nightmare he didn't want to experience at all costs. Runaway was the best choice.

"If you want to gain their trust, start with Lady Y/N. She's the most perfect for being the first one to break the ice with. Believe me." Thor gave his brother a clap on the back and nodded. "Go on."

"She's holding a knife right now. I am the one who stabs, not the one to be stabbed." Loki muttered. Thor's look said everything. In response, God of Mischief just rolled his eyes, stood up, and slowly approached you. You seemed so focused on the meal you were preparing that you didn't even notice him at first. He cleared his throat. "Lady Y/N."

You snapped out of the trance you were in just a few seconds ago. You lifted a knife you were holding in your hand. It was all covered up in ice, even sharper than the kitchen utensil itself. You held it up in front of your face as you were breathing rather heavily, scared of the sudden voice that made you come back to earth with a bump. Loki could swear that for a moment, your eyes turned impeccably white, just like the snow you could summon whenever you wanted.

"I— I'm so sorry, I didn't want to scare you. I truly mean it." Loki said immediately, waving his hands, the visible awkwardness painted onto his face.

"No, no! It's not your fault." You smiled to assure him that everything was fine. "Whenever I'm cooking, I'm in a trance. Just me, food, my mind free of all the bad thoughts that have been haunting me." You waved your hand in which you were holding a knife, and the ice melted away, just like that, not leaving any mark behind. Loki gave you a subtle nod and asked. "What are you cooking?"

"Oh, I won't tell you." You blurted out, which was followed by the awkward silence. "It's because I'm making my secret dish. Y/N's secret delicacy. No one knows what's inside except me." You explained in the blink of an eye. Loki seemed to be a little bit confused. Oh boy, you weren't good at small talks either. "If you want to, you can stay and sit here. We can talk about whatever you want or, if not, we can sit there in silence. It depends on you."

A sweet, delicate smile appeared on your face. You knew it was hard for Loki. You could see that. You noticed these quick looks he was giving whenever someone whispered his name. You noticed his need to be included when you were in a group, but everybody seemed to be ignoring him. Nobody wanted him to participate in meetings or conversations. He was in a crowd, yet he felt like he was all by himself. You saw all of this, and it made you feel bad. You knew what he did, but in the end, he was one of you now. Every god could bleed, and it hurt you to watch.

You wanted to make the raven-haired man feel better. Even if you were the only one to do this and every other person was about to judge you, you wanted Loki to feel included, to feel important. You promised yourself that it would be YOU who will make Loki feel welcomed, welcomed in a place where everyone pushed him away.

"Can I ask what your exact powers are?" Loki started the conversation, and you couldn't help but smiled. He truly wanted to talk with you. How adorable.

"I'm a demigod with cryokinetic powers. It would take a lot to talk about my abilities, but I will tell you that my favorite one is making ice daggers. Quick and simple, though it took some time to master the perfect shape." You chuckled. "Learning to aim ideally in a battle to cut through a chest and freeze someone's heart was the most problematic part."

"I didn't know you are so violent and tough."

"I am not... I guess I pretend to be." You said quietly, not looking upon a cutting board. A deep sigh escaped your mouth. "You know, it's not a job for everyone. Sometimes I'm too gentle for that."

You didn't let the silence last forever, as you immediately asked. "How do you find yourself here? Do you like the Tower?"

"Ah, you know... It has changed since the last time I visited." Loki said, clearly ashamed of all the damage he did back in 2012. Till these days, the thought of the Chitauri ravaging New York gave you the shivers. It was a very demanding and traumatizing first day of work as the Avenger.

"A renovation was a must." You joked; to clear the air and shoo away the atmosphere that was creeping towards you. "What about your room?"

"If you can call a small couch in Thor's bedroom my room, then I guess it's okay."

"You sleep on Thor's couch?" It was something that surprised you and not in a good way. You got that Loki wasn't everyone's favorite member, but there was a ton of empty bedrooms in the Tower in which he could live.

The God of Mischief nodded. "It's not that bad."

"I don't care. I will talk to Tony. You have to have your own bedroom. It's not like you can sleep on his couch forever. It's not comfortable in the long run." Loki opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. "I've got it covered, don't worry."

There was something in talking to you that made Loki feel at home. The way you looked at him; gave him the sweetest and prettiest smiles he has ever seen. There was no hate in your voice, no disgust that he's been experiencing on a daily basis since he could remember. You actually treated him like a human being, despite everything he has ever done. There was only one person he knew with such a kind heart, and you reminded him of her; you reminded him of Frigga.

"You know..." Loki begun. "I feel like you are the only one that doesn't want to cut my throat or stab my heart with my dagger."

You smiled gently. "I think you deserve a second chance."

"And why is that?"

"This is a story for another time."

***

"Where do you think you two are going?" Tony asked when you and Loki approached the elevator. God of Mischief gave him a quick stare before pushing the button with an arrow pointing down. You turned your head to face Tony, who was making himself a coffee. "We're going on a walk." You answered with a smile on your face.

"It's almost midnight."

"Said a man with a cup of coffee in his hand." You chuckled. "We're going to be fine. He's a god, and I'm a demigod. Nothing bad will happen to us."

You knew that it wasn't you who Tony was worried about; he still didn't trust Loki. When you joined the Avengers, you were one of the youngest in the group. Fresh blood, you could say. Stark watched you growing from an impulsive, careless kid with ice powers to a deliberate adult, a demigod aware of her cryokinetic strength. Seeing you change over the years, he felt responsible for your life. Even if Man of Iron knew you could handle yourself, Loki was too powerful. Tony refused to believe in his change, and with it, he was afraid that the Trickster was purely playing with you. If only they saw Loki as you did.

A few minutes later, you two were strolling down the New York. Just you, Loki, and the subtle hum of the Hudson River that made your troubled hearts feel at peace. Slowly paced steps. Your knuckles barely brushing each other woke up armies of butterflies in your stomachs that went on war. If you were bold enough, you would grab his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers together, holding him like it was the end of the world. It was something you truly wanted from the moment Thor brought him into the group.

"So..." Loki cleared his throat. "If you want to, we can talk or, if not, we can walk in silence. It depends on you."

"I'm not ready, not yet... I'm sorry."

"Don't you ever be sorry for not being ready to talk about your feelings, Lady Y/N." Loki grabbed your wrist and made you stop your steps. "Ever, okay?"

Something was mesmerizing in his beautiful eyes and a worried smile. Something that made your heart beat faster; palms get sweaty and clammy. Something that made you agree to everything he said. It was like a trick, but not like the ones he did from time to time to piss of Thor or Tony. No.

You snapped out of it and nodded. "Okay." You said and took your wrist from his hand. You began to walk again with Loki by your side when he asked. "Lady Y/N. A few months ago, I had asked why I deserve a second chance. You'd never gave me an answer. I'd still like to know."

You smiled, looking at the tiny waves on the river. "I knew you'd asked that sooner or later. I think I can finally tell you why I think this way." Your eyes focused on his face now. "Okay... Let me tell you something. It's not a surprise that you've made some pretty bad decisions in your life, and you've hurt a lot of people. You think you're a monster, and you don't deserve to be loved. You were never more wrong.

"In this group, you probably won't find one spotless person. We are people that made huge mistakes. You don't have to look far." You grabbed his hand without thinking. It was an impulse that just felt right. "I was a reckless kid when I got these powers. No one was there to guide me through them, learn how to be in control. And to a bullied kid like me, it was something that made me feel better than others. I was the one on the top. With my mortal mum that couldn't handle the demigod kid and my godly father that had so many half-blood children he didn't give a shit about, no one could stop me. The bullied became the bully. I don't like to call myself that, but this is true. I went through hell, and I made sure they felt the same way. I'm not proud of it, but that is who I was.

"So you have me. And then there's former HYDRA's witch, a billionaire who made deadly weapons, former Russian spy, former HYDRA's most famous brainwashed assassin and etcetera. Welcome, you're just as messed up as we are. Being here with us is your chance to become a better man. You belong here, Loki. Trust me."

At that moment, something broke inside of him. For a second, he stopped being a mysterious, private God of Mischief that didn't want to let in anybody. He let go of all the concerns and worries that had been occupying his mind for far too long. He threw away the image of a monster he considered himself to be.

The words you spoke made him realize that as long as you were next to him, there was nothing he couldn't do. You were the key to his pure heart from the beginning. You were the answer he'd been looking for all along. You were the light that could sweep away the darkness that'd been consuming him from within, and he wanted you to shine beside him forever.

When Loki leaned over to your ear, all you could feel was his warm, shaky breath on your neck that sent the shivers down your spine. "Don't hate me for this." He whispered almost inaudibly as his hands found their way to your hips. His long, lean fingers quite roughly pressed onto your skin. Just like electricity, his touch pierced through your whole body, made your knees get weaker. Your senses were fogged, almost like you were under control. All you could focus on was how his mellowy soft lips felt against yours. The kiss was sweet and passionate, yet gentle at the same time. It wasn't hasty and rough like you'd expect it to be, no. There was something else, something special about it. It was Loki's way to describe every little feeling he had for you. Your adorable smiles you'd been giving him, slight touches you didn't even think he noticed, tea and sympathy. It was all for what he wanted to return the favor.

For a moment, you weren't sure if this was real. Was it just a pure imagination of your mind that was thirsty for love and affection? Or maybe it was a trick, fake reality that you'd fallen for so naively? No, it couldn't be. You could feel it. Feel your heart crazily pounded like it wanted to escape the cage in which it was held for far too long. It was the only thing that helped you stay sober.

You didn't want to stop this. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, scared that once it ended, it would never come back.

"Loki..." You started when you two pulled out to catch a breath. "I could never hate you for making my dreams come true."

The raven-haired man didn't say anything. In response, he wrapped his arms around your still weak body and brought you even closer, so there was no space left between you and him. You felt his chin gently placed on the top of your head. With a smile on your face, you embraced him tightly and snuggled your face onto his chest. All that you heard was his heart pounding fast in the same rhythm as yours, as the subtle hum of the Hudson River accompanied your feelings growing for each other at that moment.

tag: @handmaiden-of-mischief @amiechuchu

[baroquebucky]

hi lovely! i adore ur writing :-) i was just wondering if you could write something about bucky being all soft and gooey around his gal and kissing her and being all lovey dovey with her in front of the team, and them teasing him for it. i’d love to see it if it inspires u! thank u!

a/n: okAY I HAVE RESTARTED THIS LIKE SEVEN TIMEs because i didn’t know how i wanted to write this and so i decided to do some headcanons about this !! if you want an actual imagine let me know !!! i hope you guys enjoy it :~)

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Bucky was afraid of touching you the first time he met you

he was afraid that all the darkness and pain in him would ruin your happy, radiant demeanor, and he didn’t want that

but you didn’t allow that, giving him hugs for every little thing, bumping shoulders with him, grabbing his hand and dragging himself round to have fun

it was obvious the two of you would date, you made his life so much better and he did the same for you, helping you grow more confident and self assured

for years bucky only knew physical touch as painful, something he dreaded

and you showed him something completely different when it came to touch

the way your fingers gently traced every scar he had, the way they ghosted over his chest when he was asleep and you couldn’t sleep, the way you would pull him into you for a hug, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tightly

Bucky especially loved how you played with his hair, gently tucking it into place when the two of you cuddle or were kissing, the way you attempted to braid it and style it

Bucky couldn’t get enough

he missed out on this for so long so of course he would want your tender love any chance he got, he didn’t care who was around

the whole team thought Bucky was this brooding, intimidating man who was capable of killing them all if he tried, yet there he was, cuddled into you like a puppy

Bucky would kiss your face all over, making you laugh, planting sloppy kisses on your cheeks and forehead before finally connecting your lips.

“Fucks sake im trying to watch this show can you please do that somewhere else?” Sam would groan, annoyed at how soft Bucky was, Bucky only grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, never once disconnecting your lips.

You would smile into the kiss, pulling his hair slightly causing Bucky to groan a little, sam would make a gagging noise,” that’s it im out i hate you guys” you would burst out laughing the second he got up, immediately apologizing to him

he of course would accept, you were always too sweet and did so much for him, he couldn’t be mad at you.

At Bucky though? He couldn’t 100000% be mad at him

So Sam made it his mission to embarrass the metal armed man.

The two of you sat on the couch, cuddling.

Bucky snuggled so close against you if he moved a centimeter more he’d be on top of you. He had a hand in your hair, your arms wrapped around him, rubbing circles on his back.

he stared up at you, admiring how fuckinf beautiful you were

“how did i get the prettiest gal in the world hm?” he would smile, pressing a kiss to your arm, “oh shut up bucky” you blushed, refusing to take the compliment

“no I’m serious you’re so goddamn perfect doll” he whispered, moving to get comfortable enough to kiss your neck

“bucky stop we’re in the living room” you giggled, he continued to kiss you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw and then on your cheek

“what’s Sam gonna do? Get upset again?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“I love you so much” he smiled at you, effortlessly lifting you and placing you on his lap

you smiled at the man, running your fingers through his soft hair, he smiled at you, his eyes fluttering closed at the relaxing contact.

“you know i love when you do that” he hummed and you smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead you removed your hands from his hair and sat next to him, putting your head on his chest.

“why’d you stop” he pouted, looking at you as if you broke his heart in two

“Oh my god you are whipped” Tony laughed, you went red, Bucky felt slightly embarrassed but didn’t care too much, a smile creeping onto his face and he turned to look at you

“well how could i not be? i have the best girlfriend in the world” he spoke, you blushed deeper and tony rolled his eyes, turning around and leaving “yeah sam he isn’t gonna be embarrassed around us”

Sam groaned from the hall, emerging and narrowing his eyes at bucky, “I’ll get my revenge” Bucky only laughed and you but your lip to stifle your laughter.

“cmon angel” you spoke, standing up and grabbing his hand, leading him to your room so you guys could cuddle in peace.

The pda did not cease, Sam made every team member catch the two of you cuddling or being utterly adorable and yet nothing

Bucky has no shame showing the fact that he was wrapped around your finger, kissing your hand every chance, placing kisses all over your face and cuddling you at every chance

Then peter came to stay a night

he saw the way bucky would do everything for you, barely letting you do anything, he saw the way that if you asked for something he’d give it to you, the way that he cuddled into your side and was somehow always touching you

“oh my god” peter smiled to himself, texting ned and MJ quickly, guys mr barnes is a simp

He tried his best to hide his laughter but he couldn’t, wheezing as he picked up the Group FaceTime call

“no way the winter soldier is a simp??” MJ spoke and ned added on “he literally killed people how the hell did y/n manage to get him to simp so hard”

peter began explaining, giggling as he told them everything

Sam heard the loud teenage boy, immediately being struck with an idea

“hey Pete” he approached the boy in the kitchen and he gave him a small wave “i need you to do me a favor”

You and Bucky were in the garden, singing along to music and laughing, he held your hand, swinging it back and forth.

“I need to water the plants today but I’m so tired” you complained to your boyfriend, sitting under a tree, you were in between his legs and he rested his chin on top of your head

“I can do it for you doll face” he replied, you laughed shaking your head softly, “no i can do it lovely” but Bucky insisted

so there he was, watering all your flowers and getting bit by mosquitos, enter peter

peter was shitting himself, he was still kind of scared of Bucky, finding him intimidating despite knowing he could take the man

“what are you doing mr barnes?” Peter questioned, standing next to him and looking at the many plants

“y/n was tired so i told her I’d water her pants for her” he spoke, peter wrangled every ounce of courage he had

“huh so youre kind of a simp then” he spoke, Bucky turned to look at him, did he just-?

“what? no!” Bucky protested, suddenly feeling embarrassed because he was this little 18 year old calling HIM a simp

“i mean think about it, kinda yeah” he spoke, laughing softly, “it’s okay, in the end we all simp for someone” peter smiled, walking back inside, already wanting to apologize to bucky but instead searching for Sam so he could order him the pizza he wanted

Bucky stood in the garden, shock on his face. Sam watched from the kitchen window, laughing his ass off, finally embarrassing the super soldier

Bucky walked into your room, going to sit next to you, “am i simp?” He looked at you, troubled. You tried your best to stifle your laughter, composing yourself before looking at your boyfriend

“i mean yeah” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

Bucky was hurt for a couple of hours, vowing to himself that he would no longer simp for you, he could do that

right? wrong

by the end of the night Bucky was snuggled up to you side, eyes closed and mind at peace, you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear and he felt so- at home.

you were buckys home, he didn’t care if others saw it, he didn’t care if that made him a simp. He would be damned if he didn’t take every and any chance to kiss you and show you off and love on you

you did the same for him, Bucky was your safe space, your everything, your home

although Sam rolled his eyes when the two of you were cuddling heavily during movie night, he couldn’t help but be happy that bucky had found happiness in the world

[luvlyrv]

Manage My Feelings | Yeri x Fem!Manager!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You didn’t expect to become a manager for Red Velvet, and you certainly didn’t expect to develop feelings for a certain member.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I hope that you find some of the dialogue awfully cheesy lol. I’ll try writing again over the weekend but again, I don’t know how much time I have which is why I’m uploading this now. Enjoy!

Date: 2/3/21

Five girls longue about in a back room, patiently waiting for their turn to perform on stage. The idle chatter between them and some staff was briefly interrupted when Jihoon, one of their managers. opened the door. Jihoon walked in with an unfamiliar girl behind him. They both walked in front of the give girls and stopped.

"Hello, I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you all." You say with a polite bow. The girls look up at you with faces full of interest. Jihoon continued to your introduction for you.

"As you know, Minseo left her position as your manager a week ago. Y/N is here to fill in that place and help you with your activities. Please make her feel welcomed." Jihoon says before taking his leave, busy with tasks much more important than welcoming a new manager.

You're left in a room filled with strangers, but luckily the idols in front of you didn't hesitate to introduce themselves, as well as the other staff in the room. You feel a bit dazed by the beauty of the girls. You've never really worked nor kept up with the idol industry before, but now you'll have to be working 24/7 to make sure their schedules are in check.

Judging by the kind smiles they give you though, at least you'll be working with people who wouldn't be a pain. Although you already know their names from the files you were given, you still listen attentively as they introduced yourself. The one that catches your attention most though, is the youngest member. While the rest gave you professional and friendly-enough introductions, Yerim seemed lighthearted and giggly when speaking to you.

The other managers and staff that worked closely with the idol group were mostly friendly as well. You note that some of them don't really care for your presence, or maybe even actively disliked it, but you felt like you could shrug it off considering you've worked with worse. Soon enough though, the girls are called on stage. You would say your time with them was cut short, but you'd be spending most of your day to day life within their presence anyways.

*

*

It's been two months since you started working as a manager for Red Velvet, and it's been tough. You wake up at obscene hours, having only fallen asleep a couple hours before rising again. Most of your time is spent behind the wheel, trying your hardest to drive the members safely while being dead tired. The other part of the time was spent contacting other managers, directors, photographers, brand ambassadors, and more to recheck schedules.

You had very little downtime. To be fair, the girls didn't either. Even during your downtime, many times you had to be there to supervise the girls. You felt bad that neither of you truly had time to yourselves. The time spent together though at least built a sense of trust between all of you. For you, not only was it your job to care for the girls, but it felt like as a friend you had to care for them too. Which was why when you heard quiet sobs through the bathroom door you softly knocked.

"Hey, everything alright in there?" You ask with a voice filled with worry. All you got in response was muffled sniffles.

"Take your time. I'll be out here whenever you wanna talk." You give offer up a chat and without an explicit no you decide to just wait outside. After a couple minutes you hear the soft creak of the door opening. Slowly, you watch as Yerim slips out of the bathroom. Her eyes quickly scan the area and they land on you.

Your eyes softened at the sight of Yerim with puffy and red eyes. You walk towards her and carefully reach out. She doesn't turn away from your touch when your hand rests on your shoulder.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me about? I'm here to listen." Yeri looks down at the floor and leans forward, resting her head on your chest.

"I'm sorry. I just can't handle it sometimes." She mumbles into your chest. Your arms begin to envelop her body as you pull her closer.

"There's nothing you should apologize for." You try to reassure her. "Is it the comments?" You whisper into her ear. She nods and you pat her back.

"I know I shouldn't read them, but they're so easy to spot."

"Hey hey, I know. I don't blame you. It's not like you can close your eyes to everything. It's their fault that they spend so much time trying to hurt you." Your pats become calming strokes. Your heart breaks a little. As much as the girls tried to hide it, the stress from the never-ending scrutiny got to them sometimes. Especially for Yerim who entered the industry so young. You found that despite the fact it had been years since her debut, some would insist that she didn't belong. There were many other instances where people would just criticize her for being herself too.

The two of stay that way for a while. You feel your shirt starting to get wet, but you don't mind. Instead, you stand there for as long as Yerim needed. You knew that sometimes words don't mean much. Sometimes you already know how you should react or handle something, but that didn't take away from the feelings coursing through you. So you let Yerim cry it all out, hoping that it would eventually make her feel better.

After a couple minutes Yerim finally lifted her face. There are glistening streaks on her face and you carefully wipe them away for her with a handkerchief. You give her a small smile.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes to you again. You shake your head at her.

"Don't be." It seems like she's finally able to smile again as she mutters a small thank you. She leaves your hug and tries to recollect herself.

"If you want to, you can go shopping with Sooyoung. I came over because she wanted me to drive her." You say in hopes that the activity would brighten her mood. Although it takes a while for her to think about it she nods her head yes.

"Just give me some time to get ready to head out first."

*

*

As time passes, you feel like Yerim is the member that you're closest to. You're friendly with all of them of course, but it seems like you were there with Yerim the most. Without her knowing it you quickly became her favorite manager too. It wasn't very frequently that they would be assigned a manager so close to their age.

Yerim decides to sit next to you during a staff dinner and you scoot over to give her some space. She's thankful for the dim lighting of the restaurant as she feels her face heating up. She opens her mouth as you feed her without a second thought, letting her try the dishes you ordered. She wonders if it's all in her head, but she feels like you always give a little more attention to doting on her needs.

"Yerim?" Your voice suddenly pierces through her thoughts. She refocuses and looks at you.

"Hm?" She asks, not knowing what you said before. She was too spaced out thinking about you to realize you had been talking to her.

"I was asking if you wanted to wear my jacket. You seem to be freezing." Once again Yerim sees the familiar caring look on your face. She didn't even realize that her body had been shivering under the now blasting air conditioner of the restaurant.

"I don't want you to get cold." She tries to argue with you, but you begin taking off your jacket anyways. You cover her bare shoulders with it.

"I'm more worried about you." You say it with a smile, enjoying the look of Yerim wearing your jacket. You go back to eating your meal and chatting with the other managers as Yerim looks back down at her plate. She smiles, glad that you ended up giving her your jacket anyways. Most of all she enjoyed the soft smell of you that now covered her body.

The night goes on. Everyone was having fun and things were running smoothly up until the alcohol started being set on the table. Considering that the staff dinner was hosted in celebration for their most recent win, you supposed it wasn't a surprise that everyone started drinking. Seulgi and Sooyoung ended up drunk. Meanwhile Joohyun and Seungwan only seemed lightly buzzed, much more aware of their tolerance and unwilling to deal with the aftermath that they'd face tomorrow.

Yerim on the other-hand was much worse for wear. Her head was resting on your shoulder as she mumbled about random things. The rowdiness of the night seemed to finally die down. Some other managers began to help round the girls into the van. With Yerim pressed against you though, you said you'd catch up with them soon as you gently began to lift her up.

She refused to leave her seat at first, stating that her butt felt warm and she didn't wanna leave the soft cushion. After enough budging though you finally got her standing. Although she had trouble and continued to lean on you for balance. Since it took so long to even make Yerim begin to move, everyone else had already cleared.

You drag Yerim along with you as you walk out in the street. The parking lot is a considerable distance away, but you don't mind. You look at your side, appreciating the golden glow casted on Yerim's face by the street lamps. You watch as her eyelashes flutter and then her head moves. She looks at you and a big smile grows on her face.

"You're really pretty, Y/N." She whispers and giggles. Your feet suddenly stop. You had no idea how to respond.

"Is… is that so?" You ask and laugh a bit at the end. There was heat creeping up your neck.

"Yeah. You're the prettiest when you look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the only person in the world." You're sure you're as red as a tomato now. Your stomach is flooded with butterflies as you stare into Yerim's eyes closely. There's something mischievous with the way she's smirking at you right now. Something sparkling in her eyes.

"Do you like it when I do that?" It's a genuine question. You wonder that with Yerim drunk, she'd say and admit things you weren't sure she would otherwise. She tugs on your arm and makes you turn to face her.

"Yes. I do." Before you can respond she kisses you. The slight taste of alcohol is on her lips as you make contact. You gently push her off of you, not wanting her to have her kiss you when she wasn't thinking the clearest. She gives you a sad look as and whines.

"Do you not like me?" She asks with tears threatening to spew out.

"Of course I do." You smile at her. You raise a hand to caress her redden cheeks and your finger lightly grazes her bottom lip. You opt to kiss her forehead rather than her lips. "I just don't want you to do anything foolish."

You continue escorting Yerim to the van. When you enter, no one questions how clingy she was being.

*

*

It's the morning after. You knock on Yerim's door with a glass of water and some pain medication in your other hand. After a few seconds you hear the sounds of some muffled footsteps before the door was opened. Yerim's head appeared in the small opening she created. She looked at you for a few seconds before leaving the door opened and falling back onto her bed.

You follow after her, closing the door behind you when you enter her room. You bring the glass of water to Yerim's face and she drinks a couple large gulps. You show her the tablets of medicine in your hand and she plucks them off, grabbing the glass and downing it with them.

"Thanks." She says with a slightly scratchy morning voice.

"Mhm." You hum and nod before sitting on the side of her bed. You stare at the furniture that she had around her room before Yerim started speaking again.

"Did I do something last night?"

"You did a lot of things last night." You tease her with vagueness.

"But did I do something I'd regret?" She asks with a scared tone. You stop looking around her room and stare at her instead.

"If liking me and having me like you back is something you'd regret, then yes, you very much did." You say with a smile. Yerim quickly looks away from you before taking a deep breath in and out.

"Did I try kissing you?"

"You did, but I'd rather kiss you when you know that you're kissing me. Like this." You lean over to her and gently grab her face, pulling it towards you. "May I?" Yerim nods.

You kiss her, and you'd like to consider it your true first kiss together. You feel her lips tugging up into a smile before you pull away. You knew things would be hard. With Yerim being an idol and you as her manager. When you look at Yerim's face brimming with happiness though, you can't help but to think that it'd be worth it to try.

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Member: lee jaehyun aka hyunjae from tbz cause i feel like there are too many jaehyuns around now ;_; my heart can’t take too many perfect men of the same name

Genre: COLLEGE... CRUSH? idk this is probably gonna be my most crack piece (you can already tell by the track)

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I wrote this at like 1.30am so please bear with me lol my inspiration always come in the middle of the night because it’s so quiet and conducive 

this will be a one shot cause i’ve got no fucking clue how to make it into a series/short novel without an actual conflict/angst/drama involved :”) if you’re a writer and you see this and you want to make a 2nd part or something, BE MY GUEST

lee hyun jae. 

who was he to me?

oh, i don’t know.

just the prettiest but handsomest man alive. if that’s even a word. 

he’s always surrounded by like, eleven other boys who are also good-looking and talented in some way or another. 

god must’ve invested his entire life into crafting these fine, fine specimens of men to be placed on earth.

maybe there was a mix up somewhere and they were supposed to be angels or demi-gods and god just fucked up. 

but i’ve got no complaints. 

i’m satisfied that i get to feast my eyes on such a gorgeous, rare, one-of-a-kind version of a person i’m sure exists nowhere else in the world. 

he’s known for being one of the most caring ones of the group. he’d make his friends laugh but watch out for them at the same time. he’s so easygoing, i wonder if he’d smile at me if i tripped him over or something. 

you might think i’m exaggerating. 

well,

i’m not.

so who am i to him?

sadly, nobody.

harsh truth.

there was absolutely nothing wrong with the man. there was a lack of flaw, and that was literally the only flaw he had. if it could even be considered as a flaw. i could spend my seconds, minutes, hours, days, just staring at him. it was so unfair that there is NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM.

sometimes it pisses me off.

it kind of pisses me off that he doesn’t have a girlfriend despite half the school simping over him.

i mean, who wouldn’t? just look at him.

there have been rumors flying about that he was gay or something. 

doesn’t matter if he is gay though.

it simply hurts to know he’s not dating anybody.

it’ll be such a waste if such a man ends up living a life alone. a waste indeed.

so what was it that was stopping me from putting that destiny of his to a screeching stop?

well, there was just one problem. 

“hELLO, earth to y/n?” the sudden waving in your face with the heaviest textbook in your curriculum snaps you back into reality. 

“which one of the twelve are you thinking up some magical fantasy over now?” your best friend frowns at you, the vein on her arm popping from the weight of the fat textbook. 

“ah-- it doesn’t matter who i’m daydreaming about, let me have my moment, would you?” you lean back in your seat, disgruntled at her telling you what not to do with your own imagination. sometimes it was difficult to look at her without seeing all the little hints of lee hyunjae in her.

they had the same nose, but that was it. honestly, it was a miracle you just happened to make friends with one of the prettiest girls in school, and good for you, she ended up becoming your friend and stayed in that position for more than a decade. naturally, she was upgraded to the ‘best friend’ title. 

the biggest issue you had with lee hee jae was that she hated her brother getting so much attention, and she has always condemned him about it. 

which was pretty ironic, given the number of love letters that show up in her locker everyday.

but thanks to her cold, a-little-more-than-mean superficial personality, most guys don’t have enough of a pair to talk to her in person. sure, she won’t hesitate to stab a bitch, but you knew her well enough to know that if the love of her life, son young jae, were to suddenly sprout feelings for her and confess, she might just nose bleed and pass out. 

but does she know you have had the biggest, fattest crush on her older brother?

no. 

she’d kidnap you and torture you and brainwash you to unlike him. 

maybe that’s why he hasn’t got any girlfriends.

“you’re zoning out again,” she snaps her finger in your ear and the sharp click jumps you. you bare your teeth in annoyance and feign a hit towards her, but she doesn’t flinch. 

your little high school crush on her brother wasn’t getting any weaker as the years went by. in fact, it’s been getting stronger. now that you’ve seen the way he treats his friends, how kind and considerate he was, not to mention that body-- well--

let’s just say you went from just appreciating his face, to everything in general. it was only a matter of time before she finds out that the one man you were simping over out of the eleven boys was her brother.

of the eleven boys, it just had to be her brother.

“hee jae,” you pull out a pencil and start to randomly doodle in your notebook. “haven’t you ever considered talking to eric?” 

she shoots you a death glare, but you’re used to it. 

“i thought we agreed not to speak of this in school!” she leans into you and hisses, eyes piercing right through your head. if her eyes had lazers, your head would’ve been blasted off completely after years of her angry glaring. 

“no, but eric just seems so... chill, y’know? he’s either cleaning his table and packing his stuff or outside playing baseball, there’s literally nothing stopping you from talking to him.”

she rolls her eyes and snatches your pencil away from you in a bid to piss you off so you’d stop talking.

“give it back--” you snatch the stationery from her and hiss at her like a cat. “you’re literally in the damn baseball team with him. it’s not that difficult to make up a story and start a conversation with him.”

“ha,” she’s finally mastered the art of fake laughter. “easy for you to say. you simp for all eleven of them and can’t choose one for you to worry about it like i do.”

that was fun to hear.

“well, forget eric,” she waves it off. “are we doing anything after school?”

anything but going to your house. i don’t want to be stuck under the same roof as your brother, my heart would get a seizure and i’ll probably die on the spot.

“my mom’s making crepes today, and i know you love that shit,” hee jae snickers, pulling out a baseball from her bag and throwing it into the air and catching it. 

“aw, man... not the crepes,” you pout and side eye her, leaning back into your seat. 

“why are you so uptight about going to my place? you’ve been there a billion fucking times, you literally live there now.”

that’s cause i’m only over when your brother isn’t around!

“ugh, okay fine. but i gotta dash home first to grab some homework. i left some of it at home ‘cause i wasn’t expecting an invitation today.”

she squeals, showing you a part of her that nobody else has the privilege of seeing. “sick,” she gets out of the seat she dragged to yours and brings it back to where she took it from. “call my home number and tell me you’re on your way before you leave your house!”

you nod un-enthusiastically, waving her off before she leaves the classroom and returns to hers. 

you were finally back at home, showered and changed into comfortable clothes while you shoved all your homework into your bag. you leave your parents a text to tell them that you’d spend the afternoon and evening at heejae’s so they don’t have to worry about your dinner, then you dial her home number.

the phone was on it’s eighth ring, and you were already one foot out of the door. usually, it doesn’t take her that long to pick up the phone.

“this little bitch invites me over and doesn’t pick up the damn--”

“hello?”

your grip tightens around your phone and you stumble out of your house, the door swinging shut behind jumps you and you process the voice on the other end of the line. 

“uh--”

“is this y/n?”

“uh... yeah, this is she.”

he knows me?

shut up, of course he knows you. you’ve been friends with his sister for a decade!

“oh, okay, cool. heejae’s in the toilet right now and she said she’ll get it but i couldn’t stand the sound of the phone ringing.”

“ah...” your voice trails off, unsure of how to respond. you were just preoccupied with how soothing his voice was, and just imagining his face with the phone to his ear on the other line was just so--

“hello? y/n? you there?”

“yeah, yeah, sorry i was... crossing a road.” you weren’t even moving; you were just planted into the pavement like a tree. 

“actually, why don’t i go and pick you up? your place is on the way to the shopping mall and my mom just told me to go get some groceries, do you want to tag along? we can head back to my place afterwards and you can get the crepes you like.”

where in the world was he getting all this information from?

“uh--” you stammer into the receiver for the billionth time. he must think you have some kind of speech problem by now.

“you know what? just hang tight for a few minutes. heejae’s still in the bathroom so she doesn’t get a say in what i do if i decide it without her presence,” you hear him walk around on the house and call out for his mom to tell her he was leaving for the shopping mall. “you live on 31st avenue, right? the white house with the blue roof?”

“uH--” you really need to get a grip on yourself.

“i guessed. hang tight, i’ll be there in a sec! see you!”

hyunjae doesn’t bother to wait for you to hang up before he does. the line goes dead and the beep nearly deafens you, but you couldn’t believe your ears. you were about to be in the same vehicle as lee hyun jae. one of the most popular boys in school, the handsomest man alive, the love of your li--

whoa.

too fast.

you shake the nonsensical daydreams out of your head and walk back to the steps of your door. while waiting, you can’t help but to let the quiet crush on him run your mind recklessly. 

what if he was just messing with you and he’s just chilling at home? what if he knows that you have a crush on him and he’s just having fun? what if he thinks you’re weird for hanging out with his sister? what if he’s caught you staring and he thinks you’re a creep? oh my god, what if heejae’s told him embarrassing stories about you and now he’s going to poke fun at you with that? 

you stare blankly at the little weeds in the cracks of the pavement, the thoughts in your head running wild as you slowly convince yourself he’s not going to turn up. 

but the familiar silver family car rolls up at the end of the pavement, and the windows roll down to reveal hyunjae in sunglasses wearing a simple white tee-shirt. 

“did i keep you waiting?” he pushes down his sunglasses and looks at you over the rim, one arm dangling outside the window. 

you shake your head, suddenly losing all ability to speak. 

“alrighty then, get in. we’re heading for the shopping mall.” he nods his head towards the car, retracting his arm back into the vehicle. 

your heart was thumping so aggressively and so loudly you were sure he could hear it. hell, he could probably see it. 

“how’s school? i haven’t seen you around back in my house after... what, about five years? you were always around when i was out, if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were avoiding me,” his voice was so alluring, you had to constantly remind yourself that he was actually saying something.

“uh-- well....” 

come on, say something. anything.

“i guess god just doesn’t want us to meet.”

no, it’s because you were avoiding him. what the flying fuck was that?

he laughs heartily, his teeth catching the light of the afternoon sun and glistens in your vision. “if that’s the case then god really needs to give me a break.”

your little-crush-on-him morphs into a tiny character in your head and it starts yelling at you. did he just say what you think he just said?

“no, i mean,” he glances at you, hands still on the steering wheel once he notices you’ve gone eerily silent. “i would’ve spoken to you and tried to be actual friends with you sooner, but heejae never wants me talking to her friends. you can imagine how she is with her best friend.”

you sigh heavily, the mention of your best friends’ name loosening some knots in your stomach. “lee hee jae is just something. not sure what, but something.”

“it does baffle me to think about how you put up with her for what, nine years now?”

you were looking out the window, and the idea of being in the same car as hyunjae doesn’t seem as tormenting as it seemed once you realise the best support you’ve had for the last ten years was lee hee jae. 

“eleven, actually,” you say without looking at him, eyes zeroing on a couple walking a dog on the pavement by the road. “yeah i guess she can be a handful sometimes, especially with how cold and mean she is on the outside...”

the car stops at a traffic junction.

“but put her in front of one guy and she’ll pass the fu--”

“‘one guy’?” he interrupts.

your eyes widen and you suck your lips between your teeth, wincing a little to yourself when you realise what you just said. 

“lee hee jae has a crush on someone?” you hear him scoff and a brotherly chuckle rushes out his lips. “do you know who it is?”

you were about to protest and stop him from trying to dig the information that you nearly disclosed, but he interrupts you again.

“y’know what? don’t tell me. i’ll guess. i’ll just watch your reactions while i’m at it.”

you grit your teeth and tighten your temples. you don’t realise how sweaty your palms were until your phone slides out from underneath your skin when the car starts to move. 

“is it kevin? no wait-- doesn’t feel like it.”

is he going to just start talking on his own until he finds someone he thinks suits her and then look at my face to read my expression?

“i don’t think she’s the kind to go for someone older than me or my age. so that takes sangyeon, jacob, younghoon-- is it younghoon? no, it’s not... ah, no matter how i think about it, someone nearer your age pops up. haknyeon, sunwoo, eric. it’s one of the three.”

that wasn’t so hard. hee jae must be easy for her brother to read.

“are you really going to let me play this elimination game alone?” he raises a brow and turns the wheel, driving into the car park of the shopping mall. the little gesture causes your heart to involuntarily skip a beat, and you could see his eyes folding even behind the sunglasses when he turns his head.

“your sister would kill me if she knew i even started this conversation, so i’m just refraining from deepening my grave.”

you hear him laugh through his nose. “relax, i’m not going to tell her you said this. i’ve seen the way she looks at us whenever we’re in school. she gives me a look of disgust but she always reserves a blush on her cheeks for someone. i just can’t put my finger on who it is.”

“you mean you notice the way she looks at you and your friends? that’s a little weird.”

the car starts to reverse into a parking lot and he pulls the gears into parking mode. there was a short silence in the air as he lays his finger on the start up button of the car and he turns to look at you, now without the sunglasses to block your view of his eyes.

“you’d be surprised that i notice a lot of things.”

he flashes you a smile and reaches for the door on his side, pushing himself out as if he didn’t just expose both you and your best friend. 

you were just tailing hyunjae while he told you what was on the grocery list, and you start filling the basket. he doesn’t stop guessing though, but the entire time spent with him only made you feel like he was so comfortable to be around.

besides his pretty face, of course. 

you were waiting for him to pay for the items while you stood outside when heejae’s caller ID showed up on your phone screen.

“where the hell are you?”

“hello to you too,” you roll your eyes. “your brother said he was going to get me and now we’re shopping for groceries before we return to your place. didn’t your mom tell you?”

“what? no, she didn’t. she just told me he went out to get groceries.”

“huh?” you look over your shoulder to see hyunjae paying the cashier. “are you saying that your mom lied about me?”

“now, why would she do that?”

“she’s your mom, not mine. why don’t you ask her instead?” 

hyunjae picks up the grocery bags and walks towards you, looking into them and making sure he didn’t miss out anything. 

“this is so fucking weird. where’s hyunjae? pass the phone to him,”

“we’re done, let’s go.” hyunjae stops by your side, noticing that you were on the phone. 

“don’t you dare hang up on me, pass the phone to him!” hee jae screams into the receiver. you wince and pull it away from your ear, shooting hyunjae a look of slight confusion as you hand him the phone. 

“it’s your sister.”

he sighs and places the bags on the floor, wiping his hands on his pants before taking it. 

you could hear hee jae screaming at him on the other end, but hyunjae’s face doesn’t change one bit besides that sweet smile plastered to his lips while he let his sister berate him. hyunjae got bored extremely quickly, and he was already removing the phone from his ear while he repeated the word ‘bye’ into the receiver. 

he hands the phone back to you and hangs it up for you, picking up the bags and heading back to the car. 

by the time you reach the road right outside their house, heejae was standing on the porch, anxiously tapping her foot on the wooden boards. 

“oh, no,” he groans, looking out the window and observing heejae like she was a lion in the savannah. “well, just another day for us people who have to deal with miss lee.”

he says so coyly, pushing himself out of the car and going to open the door of the backseat. you help yourself out, and heejae storms toward you, fists balled by her side and steam coming out through her ears.

you thought she was going to scream at you for accepting a ride from hyunjae, but she dodges you and opens the backseat door opposite hyunjae to yell at him in the car. 

“what made you think it was a great idea to pick her up? didn’t we have a deal that both our friends were out of bounds to each other?”

wait what--

“yah, lee hyunjae!” she yells at the top of her voice as he ignores her, pulling out of the car and walking towards the house. “we had a deeeeeaaaaaaal!” 

you grab onto heejae and turn her around, trying to peel her attention away from her brother and to you so you could get a grasp on what she just said.

“did you just say what i think you just said?!” you blink in surprise at her, and the thought of hyunjae finding an excuse just to spend time with you melts you into a puddle of hopeless goop. 

“no,” she says with a stern face, lifting a finger and pointing at you in the face. “no.”

“well--” she yanks herself out of your grip and turns to the house. “what’s so bad about dating your siblings’ friends? you like eric.”

she literally screeches to a stop and turns around with eyes that were burning. honestly, it was pretty funny to see her so riled up, knowing that she wasn’t angry at you. she was angry with hyunjae for... whatever he did, and the fact that she just had to fall for someone in hyunjae’s circle of friends. it was a slap in her face, or whoever thought about the no-dating-siblings’-friends pact.

“is that why you don’t want to talk to eric? because of this... deal?” you raise a brow, entertained, completely forgetting that there was the slightest chance that hyunjae might’ve been looking for an excuse to hang out with you, and he had just succeeded.

she had no words, but her silence was enough to let you unpack the situation.

“ah... i see,” you fold your arms across your chest and smirk at her. then you remember you were standing right outside lee hyunjae’s house. this was your chance to dig the information out from her. “so if this deal is stopping you from talking to eric, then is it safe to assume that it’s similar for hyunjae?”

you could see her bottom lip quivering upon your question, as she realises that you’ve finally found out why she was keeping a distance from her own teammate. but her silence also pushes you further into confusion. does that mean--

“look, you can’t date hyunjae, okay? i forbid it. the last time a girl dated someone in that group of friends of his, they broke up because she got bullied by other girls in school. i told hyunjae he wasn’t allowed to date any of my friends so i wouldn’t need to beat the fuck out of any bullies and get myself expelled,” she huffed and hugged her torso. “and i made him agree to that deal by promising him that neither i nor any of my friends would date his.”

you shake your head, fingers pressing into your temples and hair while you let the story unfold from her narration. 

“my mom didn’t tell me about him going to get you because... well... he--”

“i like you!”

your heart stops and you think your blood stopped flowing through you as well. heejae’s head snaps back to look at the house and the source of noise, and she pulls out a shoe to hurl it at hyunjae. 

“ah--!” he starts yelling once she reaches him with the shoe. “let me at least try, god damn it! sunwoo only let his girlfriend get bullied because he’s a dumbass-- ow! but i’m not gonna let her get bullied, i promise!”

you slowly turn your head to see hyunjae trying to dodge every hit, and he starts running away from her and toward you. he pulls you in front of him so you were standing between him and heejae, who was holding onto the shoe so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. 

“y/n, take a chance with me, would you? i’ve always noticed the both of you looking at us but it always bothered me that i have no idea who either of you are looking at--”

he dodges a side swing, and your view of heejae trying to reach him was pretty hilarious, if you weren’t acting as his shield. 

“what makes you think she’ll say yes?! she can’t even choose--”

“i do, heejae,” finally, you’ve decided to shoot your shot. heejae freezes with the shoe in mid-air, and hyunjae’s hold on your shoulders tighten. “i’ve only said i can’t choose only because i didn’t want you to know that it was your brother i liked.”

you couldn’t believe what was coming out of your mouth. all that effort to keep it hidden only to expose yourself infront of both heejae and her brother at once?!

she looked like she wanted to slap you with the shoe now, and you flinch when she shifts, closing your eyes to brace for impact. 

but it doesn’t come. 

you open one eye and look at her, and she looked like she’s completely resigned to fate. she shakes her head like your mother would when you did something stupid, and she squats to get her shoe back on her feet. 

“i give up,” she grunts, shoving her feet into her shoe and tying the laces messily before standing up again. “of all eleven of them, him?” she raises an agitated brow and points to the boy hiding behind you. 

“it wouldn’t have been so annoying if it had been one of his friends, but him?!” 

you turn back to look at hyunjae, who was giving you puppy eyes as if he was already your boyf--

too fast. 

“does it look like i chose to like him?” you pout, hands reaching out to her and trying to play for affection. 

“for fucks’ sake,” she groans, face palming herself. “now i’m going to look like a shitty friend and sister if i don’t let you two date.”

“on the bright side..” you pull her into a hug and tighten your hold, knowing that whatever you were going to say next was going to warrant another violent outburst from her. “if hyunjae and i date, that means the deal’s broken and...”

“you can talk to eric now.”

“AH! SO IT’S ERIC?!”

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jscribbles - jscribbles

I’ll Go With You (G, 4.7k)

A coda to 15x18 "Despair".

He hadn't said anything. He hadn't said anything when he'd been given the chance.

Tags: 15.20, reunion, grief, love confession

We Are Real (M, 2.4k)

Smutty sequel to I'll Go With You.

Dean hadn't kissed him yet.

But they were alone now, and free.

Tags: 15.18, smut

404 Error (G, 500 words)

How hablo espaniol?!!

I DON'T KNOW. Neither does Dean.

Tags: spoilers for 15.18, based on spanish dub, crack fic

The Weight of Silence (E, 26k)

The weight of silence is heavy on Dean's shoulders as he learns to live a new kind of life in Heaven. In classic Winchester-style, despite being in a place that isn't supposed to have pain and suffering, Dean rebels against it by being straight-up fucking miserable.

Tags: depression, mentions of john winchesters garbage parenting, canon compliant, 15.20 fix it coda, happy ending, smut, romance, love confessions

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Jeanne_de_Valois - Jeanne_de_Valois

Free Bird (G, 1.7k)

Heaven is an open road and not having to pay for gas.

Heaven is a greasy sandwich and a novelty-sized candy bar.

Heaven is awkward, shuffling, confusing.

Heaven is getting to say what you wished you said, a lifetime ago.

(A Coda to Supernatural 15.20- Carry On)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Requited Love

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tiamatv - tiamatv

Stone and Flesh (E, 6k)

Dean didn’t think, even in his filthiest imaginings, that Cas would sound like this in bed—loud, eager, easy with it. He doesn’t give a fuck who hears him enjoying himself. Though maybe Dean should have known. It’s not like Cas has ever once held back on anything he ever wanted to say or do—

Didn’t he?

(Not quite an episode coda for S15e18 per se, but more a "what comes after.")

Tags: AU - canon divergence; Post-Episode S15e18: Despair; Canonical Character Death; Selectively Mute Dean Winchester; Hopeful Ending

Domestic (T, 5.6k)

A little less than a year after the world doesn’t end, he and Cas get married.

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence; Future Fic; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker; Kid Fic

Bight (E, 2.5k)

“Do you want more?” Cas asked, against Dean’s thigh. His thumb strummed gently at the soft, folded-up pocket behind Dean’s bound knee.

It tickled, but… didn’t.

Dean didn’t know what the answer to that was.

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence; Rope Bondage; Gentle Dom Castiel; Sub Dean Winchester; Praise Kink

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LeafZealindor - @leafzelindor

Artwork for “break to let the light in” DCBB2020 (SFW)

Artwork draw for the DCBB2020 fic "break to let the light in"

Tags: fluff, touching, intimacy. Accompanied by fic by PeppermiintsPlease.

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prosopopeya - prosopopeya

Like Real People Do (G, 4.9k)

Castiel experienced a moment of pure happiness, expecting it to be his last. 

It wasn't.

Tags: Post-15x18, canon divergence, first kiss, angst with a happy ending, first kiss

Under the Same Sun (E, 14k)

In which time is infinite, and so is the list of people willing to help Dean figure out what to do about Cas. 

A fix-it for a lot of things: Dean's repressed bisexuality, Dean's utterly inexplicable failure to realize what Cas meant, the Charlie & Dean brother/sister content I crave, among others.

Tags: Internalized biphobia, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, angst with a happy ending, post-series, Heaven fic

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DragonSgotenks - DragonSgotenks

Say Cheese (E, 50k)

Dean Winchester is thirty, flirty, and thriving, or at least that's how his best friend Charlie describes him. Either way Dean feels pretty good about his life. He has a decent job, a nice house, and a great group of friends and family. Sure his brother's been living hundreds of miles away to attend law school and an internship, and yeah maybe he wasn't working his dream job, and so, okay, he spent most nights zoning out in front of the tv alone but that was fine. Dean was fine. Until he gets a call about a daughter he didn't know existed and suddenly Dean's quiet (boring) life is turned upside down.

Castiel Novak is a photographer whose passion lies in capturing the beauty of nature. However to pay the bills he works part time at the mall doing portrait photography. Sure it might not be as artistic as he'd like and his odd hours make for a dull social life but he's still doing what he loves. He especially enjoys doing the kids photos and over the last couple of years he's built a bit of a reputation for always getting the shot no matter how unruly or stubborn a child might be. So when a handsome father brings in his grumpy little girl for pictures Castiel thinks it will be just another photo shoot.

He's wrong.

Tags: Destiel, Single parent Dean, kidfic, bottom Dean/top Castiel, mentions of childhood trauma, eventual smut, past Lydia/Dean

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sketching-fox - @sketching-fox

Dean Winchester Monster Fucker (NSFW)

Arts done for Dean Cas Big Bang in my partnership with LoversAntiquities.

Tags: alleyway, impala, mature content. Accompanied by fic by LoversAntiquities.

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kittimau - @kmauspn - kittimau

Beg Pretty For Me (E, 5k)

“Cas…” His eyes flutter closed, mind slipping into the warm, pleasant haze of that special place, the one that allows him release, relief. Peace. Heart pounding in his chest, he fights the temptation to touch himself through the delicate material because Cas hasn’t told him to yet and he wants to be good.

“I want to hear you say it, Dean.”

“Fuck…” He swallows thickly. “Yeah. I- I feel beautiful.”

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Phone Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Dean Winchester Wears Panties, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Masturbation, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester

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castielslostwings - @castielslostwings - Castielslostwings

Loud (G, 4.3k)

Minutes, hours, days, years might have already passed—time is different here, and Castiel has no way of tracking it, and still the Shadow doesn’t come. 

Castiel sits, he stands, he walks and walks and walks and walks. All he ever discovers is more darkness, more nothing.

Tags: 15.19 coda, alternate 15.20, canon fix-it, carry on fix-it, canon-compliant, love confessions, the empty, coda fic, the profound bond

Carry On (E, 8k)

“I think I’ll go for a drive.”

This is what happened between that moment, and Dean meeting Sam on that bridge.

(A 15x20 missing scene/fix-it fic).

Tags: 15x20 fix-it, Carry On coda, love confessions, castiel and dean are in love, first kiss, first time, reunions, Heaven improved, dean gets the funeral he deserves, missing scene

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FriendofCarlotta - @friendofcarlotta - FriendofCarlotta

The Novel (E, 4.5k)

Dean, Cas, Sam and Eileen are happily retired and living their best lives. There's just one problem: Sam has decided to commemorate the Winchester brothers' adventures by writing a novel, and it's not very good at all.

AKA the episode coda where 15x20 was nothing more than Dean reading a draft of his brother's first novel and becoming increasingly appalled.

Tags: Coda, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Technically Canon-Compliant, First Kiss, Top Cas/Bottom Dean

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universalsatan - @universalsatan - UniversalSatan

Mortal One, With The Sun in His Hands (E, 135k)

Cowhand Dean Winchester is notorious for risky gambles, rightfully proud of his horse Impala (who has the prettiest speckle in the West), and is stubbornly certain that his life is in apple-pie order. His comfortable existence crumbles apart when he's saved from a fire-and-brimstone death by a mysterious wanderer he discovers to be the infamous White Bandit, mythical Angel of the Desert. While his savior is as fearsome as the legends say, Dean can't help but draw closer to the quiet and endearing man the real Bandit turns out to be... even if he doesn't yet realize they're the same person. This time, Dean may have to reach out to the flame instead of recoil.

Tags: Western, Historical Fantasy, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Cowboys, Plot-Heavy, Hurt/Comfort, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content (Censored Version Available). Accompanied by art by Artmetica.

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Idjit_01 - Idjit_01

I’m not gonna say that I’d change it cause you and I know that we can’t (T, 1.3k)

After Lisa's goodbye speech to Dean in 6x14, Dean gets drunk and calls Cas.

Tags: Episode: s06e14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning, Alcohol abuse/Alcoholism, Canon Divergence, Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No comfort, yes both

game over (try again, please) (G, 887 words)

After Case and everyone else's departure in 15x18 Sam and Dean sit and talk. (And yes they discuss Cas's confession)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Canonical Character Death, Good Sibling Sam Winchester

There’s blood on your face. (Beer and Nightmares) (G, 1.4k)

Dean wakes up pretty badly shaken from a nightmare. He struggles with it. He goes to the kitchen for a beer, but Cas and Sam are there. In the end, thanks to Cas's shenanigans, he doesn't even remember the nightmare.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Teasing, Touch-Starved Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Is So Done

Help(less) (T, 1.9k)

Everyone Chuck took away is back and are doing normal life again. As there are no monsters and everyone around him has someone else, Dean's on his own and feels awful. So he drives away and makes several questionable choices. Featuring: Dean, a missing angel, a moose, Baby and a frankly abused forest

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Vomiting, Eating Disorders, Suicidal Attempt, Canon Compliant, Canonical Character Death

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Destielshipper4Cas - @destielshipper4cas - Destielshipper4Cas

The Alpha Next Door (E, 36k)

When Cas is placed in WitSec, he gets a fake secondary gender designation to go along with his new name, ‘Jimmy.’ All he has to do until the boss of the omega trafficking ring he escaped is behind bars is keep a low profile, always apply his alpha scent, and not fall in love with an alpha. Well—two out of three ain’t too bad…

Dean has never had a crush on an alpha before. Along comes his new neighbor, Jimmy, an alpha who is alphasexual. There’s just something about him, and to his utter confusion, he finds himself falling for an alpha for the first time in his life.

Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Omega Verse

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purple_charlie - purple_charlie

Walk Through Fire for You (T, 2.3k)

Boyfriend.

The word still feels foreign in Dean’s mouth, still brings back echoes of John Winchester’s thinly-veiled (if even that) homophobia. "Man up, don’t be a sissy, I didn’t raise a fairy". It’s a swollen blister in the back of Dean’s mind, throbbing with pain whenever a stranger’s eyes linger too long on Cas’ hand in his, whenever a waitress double-takes at how close they sit in diner booths.

But here, dirty dancing with Cas in a warehouse full of other queer folks, Dean wants to shout from the rooftops- I’m Dean Winchester, I drive the baddest car in town, I lift heavy things for a living, and this is my boyfriend.

Tags: Homophobic parents, homophobic siblings, bisexual Dean, Gay Cas, Pride, marijuana use

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Maleyah - @maleyah-givemetomorrow - Katherine_Kat

Art for In A State of Perpetual Disrepair (SFW)

Art for my fic, In A State of Perpetual Disrepair, a hurt/comfort A/B/O Destiel fic.

Tags: fanart, A/B/O, hurt/comfort, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean

Start of Time (G, 754 words)

Except he never expected to be awake for the aftermath.

You see, he can hear Dean's prayers.

Tags: Castiel POV, Despair, Hope, Coda 15x18, post episode 15x18, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts

We’re Not Gonna Take It (T, 1.4k)

Amara gestures at Dean calmly. “Have you been praying lately by any chance?”

Dean flusters and stammers, hands at his hips to give himself an attitude, while his eyes flick from her to Sam and Jack insecurely. “N… No.”

Tags: Coda 15x19, Post episode 15x19, Fix It, Dean's dirty prayers, Dean Prays to Castiel, Angel Wings, Wings, First Kiss

Drive (M, 1.5k)

Dean's prayers take a turn for the sensual, which drives The Empty to the brink.

Tags: Coda 15x18; post episode 15x18,, Dean Prays to Castiel, Dean's dirty prayers, Angel Wings, Wings, First Kiss, Fix-It, Slight Crack

Now That We’re Dead (M, 2.5k)

“You got everything you could ever want or need or dream. So I guess the question is… What’re you gonna do now, Dean?”

Looking around, he doesn’t know how to answer that question. The obvious is suggested when she turns out to have made it to Heaven too. Dust dances in the air around Baby, shining in the sunlight, tempting him to go for a ride. The endless stretched out road and horizon.

He blinks a few times, slow and owlish.

And right there, his shadow falling long and dark, almost touching Dean’s feet, is Cas.

OR: the one where Cas gets the love he deserves

Tags: 15x20 coda, Fix It, First Kiss, human!Cas, Heaven, Heaven happy ending, Canon divergent from the moment Bobby says "Cas helped", Fix-It

I Wanna Live, Not Just Survive (M, 3.9k)

“Dean Winchester,” Cas drawls. “I did not go to The Empty, so you could get yourself impaled.”

Or: the other one, where Cas and Dean get to be what they deserve.

Tags: coda 15x20, Fix-It, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Earth happy ending, Because let's not bury our gays, First Kiss, Cuddles, Hurt/Comfort

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noeizumispn - @noeizumispn

Colors (SFW)

Art inspired by Misha's words on Cas' wings

Tags: Rainbow, colors, destiel, wings

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kitmistry - @kitmistry - Kitmistry

Don’t You Cry No More (T, 4.8k)

There has to be something, he told himself the first night he pulled an all nighter, only to wake up with his cheek smashed against a book, dark circles under his eyes, a throbbing headache, and nowhere closer to the answer than when he started. The light was still on above his head. He didn’t bother turning it off.

Or the one where Dean doesn't die, but he searches for Cas instead. 

Tags: Fix-It, Coda, Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending

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TheSongSmith - TheSongSmith

Four Seasons (G, 754 words)

Cas is the owner of Four Seasons Total Landscaping, and he received a very curious call on a quiet Saturday morning. Dean owns the adult shop next door, and is very confused by what's going on. Good times are had by all, except Donald Trump because fuck that morally-bankrupt tangerine.

Tags: Four Seasons Total Landscaping, Destiel is Canon, 2020 is a dumpster fire so have this fic, twitter made me do it

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one_more_offbeat_anthem - one_more_offbeat_anthem

So Comes Snow After Fire (G, 11k)

Cas was old, like old-old, like ancient, like here for the beginning of the goddamn cosmos old, like remembers rain being invented old, and he could be anywhere, but instead he was in Dean’s kitchen (well, the bunker’s, but no one else cooked--Jack and Cas were kind of clueless when it came to that stuff, and all Sam made was health food), reading The Hobbit aloud to Dean while Dean himself made them all spaghetti.

(or, they got their win--the biggest win of all--and now autumn is settling in. a nearly-human Cas plants a garden, and Dean helps him along.)

Tags: Post-Canon/Canon-Divergent, Domesticity, Getting together, Fluff and comfort, Gardening Castiel

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interstitial - interstitial

Thirst Was Made For Water (T, 5.9k)

Cas is hit by a truth spell. The results are unexpected.

And maybe just a tiny bit funny. Unless you're Dean. 

Tags: Dubiously Consensual Courting Behavior, Mildly NSFW Art Included, Profanity, Crack & Fluff, Truth Spells, Animal Transformations, Canon Divergent After s7e17 The Born-Again Identity, Light-Hearted and (Relatively) Wholesome For These Trying Times

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JudithAndronicus - @judithandronicus - judithandronicus

Up We Go (E, 4.9k)

A coda fic series for 15.18.

Tags: Grieving, Canonical MCD (temporary), Alcoholic Dean, Angst with a Happy Ending

The Kindness of Ravens (E, 7.5k)

Crackfic wherein ravens pooping on Dean lead to feelings realization and eventual smut.

Tags: Fluff, Crack, Feelings Realization, Diners

The Ampersand Chronicles (G, 1.3k)

This is unrepentant canon-adjacent Bunker fluff, set in a universe where everything is kind of the same, except fluffier. Cas lives in the Bunker with Sam and Dean; things like Gadreel and Lucifer aren't a problem; and oh yeah, there's a cat.

Tags: Fluff, Bunker Fic, Kittens

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ArielAquarial - ArielAquarial

Boyfriend Blues (G, 1k)

“I have a boyfriend!”

It came out of nowhere. One second Dean was shoveling a truly amazing pork roast into his mouth, already planning the meat to mashed potato ratio of his next bite, when Claire opened her mouth and his fork was clattering to the plate. Cas stopped mid-bite to stare at her while Jack, completely oblivious, continued making a Jackson Pollock out of his potatoes and gravy.

Tags: Parenthood, Domestic Fluff, Married Life, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Kid Claire Novak, Kid Jack Kline

Extra Credit (E, 4.2k)

“Hey, babe. Who has the kids?”

“Mr. Winchester…” Cas rumbled, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. “You’re cutting it close. My office hours are almost over.”

Dean frowned at him, confused. That didn’t even remotely answer his question. What did he—

Oh…

Oh!

Or, the moment Dean has been waiting for has finally arrived.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Husbands, Professor Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Sexual Roleplay, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Anniversary

Never in a Million Years (G, 2.5k)

If someone had told Cas six years ago that he was going to be a happily married man with two kids, he would have laughed. Now, with Dean by his side, he couldn't imagine things being different, even if the path to get there had been a little rocky.

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Holiday Traditions, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Backstory, Bickering, Married Life

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queer-things-do-happen-dean - @queer-things-do-happen-dean - Latter_alice

Tangerine, tangerine (E, 1k)

“So it’s – It’s really nothin’, huh?” Dean swallows and tries to blink away the wetness in his eyes. His gaze don’t weaver from the road. “No, uh, key words ring a bell? Chuck? Angel tablet?” He pauses, flicks his eyes over to Castiel and back. “... Leviathans?"

When Dean pulls Cas out of the Empty, not everything comes back.

Tags: Canon divergent, post series, memory loss

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goldenraeofsun - @goldenraeofsun - goldenraeofsun

Symmetria (T, 4k)

When all’s said and done with Chuck, Dean takes his time getting used to his new gig as capital D Death. Billie, of course, did not see fit to leave him a training manual. But with his brother-turned-God on his side, and Jack as the new Darkness, they all muddle through.

Finally, all that's left is to rescue Cas from the Empty.

Tags: 15x18 fix-it, alternate post-series AU, Death!Dean, God!Sam, Darkness!Jack, love confessions, first kiss, minor Sam/Eileen

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andimeantittosting - @andimeantittosting - andimeantittosting

We Are (M, 699)

15x18 coda. When they get Cas back, because they do, because somehow, someway, sometimes good things do happen, Dean... 

Tags: Reunion, Resurrected Castiel, Requited Love, Happy Ending

Carrying On (G, 794 words)

15x20 coda. Dean dies and goes to heaven. But then he wakes up.

Tags: Fix-it Fic, Djinn, Happy Ending on Earth

Two Inches to the Left (T, 2.5k)

15x20 coda. Something tells Dean to stop by that bridge, so he does. The last thing he's expecting is for a pair of Vespas to pull up and Becky Rosen to tell him that he's still in Chuck's story. Finally, it's time to write his own.

Tags: Fix-it Fic, Temporary Character Death, Happy Ending on Earth, Fangirls Save the Day

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starprincecas - @starprincecas - cuddlesandcas

so it goes (T, 1.4k)

The Empty comes to collect.

Tags: Major Character Death, Episode Tag: s15e18 Despair, Angst

no more waiting on tomorrow (T, 739 words)

For all that they’ve finally won once and for all, the victory feels hollow.

Tags: Episode Tag: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Fix-It Fic

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Oikawa x Reader ch. 4

I had no idea what to do. 

It had been three weeks since I joined Aoba Johsai, and things were starting to fall into a rhythm. I went to class, and although the school was larger than I was used to, I easily stayed on top of all the work despite getting extra to catch up. I visited Karasuno as often as I could, almost twice a week to see the whole team. Also, Kiyoko’s house was closer to Aoba Johsai than my own, so I used the excuse to sleep over there almost every night. 

But despite that, I was bored and lonely. Studying wasn’t enough to keep me occupied, and now that I wasn’t the manager of Karasuno, I had large amounts of extra time with nothing to fill it. 

Such was the case on the Saturday morning after the second week at Aoba Johsai. Kiyoko was at a practice game against one of the other schools in the Miyagi prefecture, and I had already finished most of my homework. I had decided to pull out some of my old sketchbooks from under my bed, which had grown dusty from me not using them, deciding to try and pick back up my old hobby.

I’d stopped all kinds of art a few years ago, after my parents had a sit down talk with me about success. Before that, I had imagined that maybe I could make a bit of money by designing logos or web pages for businesses and companies, but my parents made it clear that would never be an option. 

But I was bored now, so the sketchbooks were laid out on the table and the pencils were sharpened. Unfortunately, I was a perfectionist who was out of practice and without any inspiration. I ended up breaking two of my nice pencils out of frustration, and decided to go on a run to cool my head. 

It was pretty early in the morning, only 8:30, and mist lay heavy in the air. It was good weather for running, cold enough that I wasn’t overheating as I jogged. 

I definitely wasn’t the most athletic person, although I wasn’t out of shape either. My body was curvy, not particularly muscly in any way, but I wasn’t fat. I had major body insecurities like every other girl in existence, but I had been working on it to try and like myself better recently. 

Either way, I was out of breath after only a few minutes of running, but I kept a steady pace, and focused on the rhythm of the music pounding through my headphones instead of the pain in my side. 

After jogging for almost twenty minutes through town, I finally allowed myself to slow to a walk as I approached a street. The road was busy, so I hit the button for the crosswalk and gave myself a minute of recovery. 

I almost jumped out of my skin as a voice spoke from behind me out of the blue. 

“Hey there, are you the new student at Aoba Johsai?” 

I turned and felt my heart practically stop. The boy that stood a foot away was tall with messy brown hair falling around his head, his figure lean with muscle but not very bulky. He was one of the prettiest people I had ever seen. I guessed that he had been on a run too, but unlike me, he didn’t look the slightest bit out of breath. 

“Oh um,” I realized I had forgotten to respond. “Yes I am. Do I know you?”

“Nope. Not yet,” He smirked, and I fought a blush. What was with this guy? 

“Uh, ok. Well I have to go…” Thankfully, the light turned, and I awkwardly turned away. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel him watching me as I jogged across the street and headed back home. 

That night, I sat on Kiyoko’s bed, legs across her lap. Apparently Karasuno had lost the practice match, but only by two points. The team was improving all the time, with every practice and every game. 

According to Kiyoko, the boys had been upset that I wasn’t allowed to come to the practice game, which made me feel a bit happy. It was nice to be missed. 

“What did you do today?” Kiyoko asked, glasses flashing as she leaned over to plug her phone into a charger. 

“Literally nothing. Went for a run, attempted and failed at drawing, finished my homework.” I sighed. I didn’t mention the boy I had run into while I was out, but I had been thinking about the awkward encounter the whole day, each time making me more and more embarrassed. I had definitely been rude. I hadn’t even asked for his name! 

He hadn’t asked for mine either, I reminded myself, but at least he had talked like a normal person. I had just stuttered, which I always did when I got uncomfortable. Ah well. 

“Y/n-san, you should become Seijoh’s manager.” 

At first I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Huh?” Kiyoko sighed, pushing up her glasses. “You love volleyball just as much as me, and clearly you’re going out of your mind with boredom. I think it would be good for you.” 

“But-but Aoba Johsai is in direct competition to Karasuno! They’re our enemy!” 

Kiyoko rolled her eyes. “Y/n, honestly. That’s not an excuse for you not to join. Yeah, you’ll probably have to play against us, but it's not like you’ll become our enemy.” 

I sighed, shoulders slumping. “Maybe I’ll just go to a practice and see what the team is like, and decide from there.”

My friend shrugged and nodded. “That sounds good. You have to tell me how it goes.” 

    ✨✨✨✨

On Monday, I went to the front office to ask about Seijoh’s volleyball club. Apparently they met after school for two hours every weekday except for Monday, as well as every other Saturday. It was a lot, but Karasuno did even more, so I knew I would be able to handle it. 

I had to ask a few people for directions about how to get to the gym, but I managed to get there before practice had officially started. I could hear shoes squeaking on the floor when I arrived, which made me pause. I hated being the only new person, especially when entering such a tight knit group like a volleyball team. My social anxiety always made things awkward. 

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that the boys would most likely be too busy to notice me, and I just had to go talk to the coach. 

I shoved open the doors, sliding into the gym and quickly surveying the space. It was way bigger than Karasuno’s gym, the equipment clearly better quality due to their higher budget. 

I expected a few of the team members to be there early, maybe doing simple spikes against the wall to warm up. Unfortunately for me, the entire team was already dressed and gathered around the coach. As the gym doors slammed closed behind me, they all looked over as I walked in. 

I felt all the blood rush to my face, and I awkwardly crossed my arms and stood off to the side as the coach finished talking. I noticed a few of the boys muttering to each other and gesturing at me, which only made my stomach twist. Thankfully, the coach sent them on lunging laps pretty quickly, which kept them from hanging around. 

“Oikawa, not you!” The coach yelled, gesturing at one of the boys. “Your knee isn’t fully healed yet and I don’t want you to reinjure it.” 

Oikawa, the team captain and setter, I remembered. The arrogant one that Kageyama didn’t like. My mouth fell open when he turned around. 

It was the same guy from my run, who had asked me if I was the new student. I felt my entire body tense, and I quickly looked away from him. Damn, this had been a bad idea. 

“Aw coach, come on! At least let me do something,” Oikawa said, practically pouting. 

“You can do some stretches over there,” the coach said with an annoyed look.

The setter grinned, and then he looked at me. His eyebrows went up in surprise as he recognized me, and I smiled awkwardly before quickly turning towards the coach. No need to interact more than necessary. 

“Hi, can I help you?” The coach was looking at me imploringly, and I quickly bowed. 

“Yes, my name is Y/n L/n, and I was looking to see if you had any need of a new team manager. I have some experience from my last school, and I would love to get involved here.” 

The coach looked surprised, but then he smiled. “You have the most perfect timing. Our official team manager just quit, so we were looking for someone to take over. You would need to fill out some paperwork and figure out if you’re eligible, but if you want to stay for today and see how it fits, that would work out great.”

“Ok! Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I’m Coach Nobuteru, and over there is our team captain, Oikawa Toru. Oikawa!” 

I turned around, only to see the tall setter making his way over to us. He grinned down at me, eyes trailing over my body and back up. “Hi again, new girl.” “Oikawa,” the coach said. “This is Y/n L/n. She’s looking to become our new team manager.” Coach Nobuteru spoke for me, and I bowed quickly. 

“It’s nice to meet you officially, Y/n-kun.” Oikawa said, bowing back. He looked clearly surprised that I was looking into the manager position, which annoyed me a bit. I wondered what he thought of me. 

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you as well, Oikawa-san.” 

“Oikawa, why don’t you get back to work?” Coach Nobuteru said after a moment.

The team captain nodded, smirking at me one more time before heading back over to where his team were finishing their laps. 

I watched the practice on the sideline with Coach Nobuteru, assessing the players and trying to determine who needed to work on what. I asked the coach a lot of questions about names and strengths, and he looked at me with new respect as he seemed to realize that I actually did have experience with volleyball. 

It was obvious that Oikawa knew his team extremely well, and I couldn’t help but admire the way he encouraged them, capitalizing on their strengths. They worked like a well oiled machine, unlike anything Karasuno had ever managed to do, even though I didn’t want to admit it. 

The strength between Iwaizumi Hajime, the team’s ace, and Oikawa was almost unbelievable. They knew what the other was intending without effort, and they seemed to work in sync to slam one quick attack after the other over the net. The only relationship I had seen that could compare was that of Hinata and Kageyama. 

At the end of the practice, Coach Nobuteru directed me to the club office, where I could get the paperwork to officially become the team manager. As I left the gym, I felt the best I had for a long time. The energy from watching the team play volleyball made me feel light and happy, like I had a purpose again. It was definitely nerve racking to have to learn the names, strengths and weaknesses, preferences, and relationships of the entire team, but it was also exciting. I would do my best to be as good a manager of Seijoh as I was of Karasuno. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[midnighthyuck]

Beautiful | jungwoo!au

summary: you were working on a photoshoot with your university team, in the meanwhile, jungwoo has to dress up as a girl to help his sister. 

words: 2.600 (sorry bout that)

pairing: you & jungwoo

a/n: pretty sweet. also, sorry about any mistakes, english is not my native language. it’s not that good idk? but it would be a shame deleting it all without giving a try. promise next time will be better.

requests are open!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two hours. That was the amount of time you had already spent trying to convince your senior that purple lights wouldn’t look as good as blue ones. The scenario was all set up but the lights still annoyed you. He had been working with photoshoots before you, period. He had plenty of works highly well recognized by all teachers in photography faculty, period. Yet, purple didn’t feel right.  

Tired of hearing your annoying complains he decided to give it a try. It ended up with you being congratulated by your ‘unceasing persistence’ and happy with the finally blue studio. He was good, but you also were. Being on top of the class was the main reason you were the only sophomore in the wise room.  

Once done with the lighting discussion you decided to take a look on the models. It was not your first time on a shooting like that so you had plenty knowledge of how the girls get stressed and sensitive right before the show. Most of them you’d never seen before and was pretty much sure you wouldn’t be seeing again anytime soon, still you made sure to bring them some fruits and cool water. 

‘’You all look stunning! Definitely the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen’’ you genuinely smiled at them. That was your job, making them feel at ease, instead of freaking them out like Doyoung would be doing in a few minutes. 

He wasn’t a bad guy, but the amount of overwork he had been dealing with in the past few months may have helped him to become this ‘fast mood shifting’ weapon. Or you might just think it because you are two opposites. Doyoung doesn’t know how to behave when it comes about girls. Also don’t you when it comes about boys. 

“There’s one missing’’ Ten made himself noticeable, handing you the paperwork. 

“It’s fine, we still got a few minutes.’’ you tried to stay calm, although you knew Doyoung would be shouting at you once the shoot started and one of his ‘girls’ was missing. ‘’I’ll go grab some coffee for us. Make sure Doyoung doesn’t freak out.’’  

“I will try.’’ It’s all you get back when you’re already reaching the elevator.  

In the meanwhile, Jungwoo was in denial.  

“No.” was all he said. 

“No, you don’t get me.” Junghah, the older sister, insisted. “I need you to be there for me. The director will fucking kill me. Also, what if I never get a job like this again?” 

“You should be there, not me!” his voice still sounded awfully adorable, despite the loudness. 

“I know! Do you think I’m like this cause I want to? Huh?” Junghah’s voice made itself louder than expected thanks to the eco. She had been in the bathroom for the whole day long. It had been four hours already. “Even if I manage to get out of here, I don’t think I can stay away for too long, you understand?” 

Jungwoo was too good, even he suspected of it, but everything must have a limit. He thought about the uncountable number of times he’d helped his older sister until the very moment. Combing her hair when she broke her arm. Dumping her ex-boyfriend for her cause she wouldn’t be able to handle his crying face. Not to mention all the times he had lied to their mom in order to help her sneak out of the house to go out.  

He knew that dressing up as a girl and showing up in a photoshoot wasn’t the best decision at all.  “Pretty please.’’ and that was it. 

With that simple sentence she had him all over her shoes.  

Jungwoo was way too good. 

[…] 

“Hold on, please!” you let the air in your lungs come out as a demand, running to the metal door a few steps away from you while managing to keep both ice americanos in your hands inside its cups, instead of dripping all over the elevator’s floor. “Thank you.” you mumble once in, trying to fix the harsh first impression you’d just caused. 

A smile was the answer. An awkwardly cute smile coming from an around 5 feet tall girl. She was huge, that was no secret, even compared to the ones waiting for you at the studio, yet something about her felt just to adorable, despite her size. Her long hair fell just right over her shoulder’s, contouring her back with a few other strands over her cheekbones. She was definitely adorable and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Excuse me, are you here for the shooting?”  

“Uh, yes!” not only the face was lovely, but also the voice.  

You tried to keep your reactions to yourself, but seeing her ears getting red just made you internally jump in joy. “I see. I’m also on it, I mean, not modeling as you can see. I’m in charge of light and photography.’’ you smiled once again when she opened her mouth impressed, getting even more red than before. “Is this your first time?” 

“...Is it that obvious?” and once again you found yourself whipped by that extremally cute face.  

“Nah, it’s just cause you have very sincere expressions. It’s not bad though.” The conversation could keep on some other time, because in the very next second you’d arrived in the 8th floor. 

You, politely, guide the girl to the makeup room and let her there so they could work out on how to make her look like the astonishing (you would call kinda fake looking) woman we see on magazines. 

[…] 

As you thought Doyoung couldn’t keep his frustrations to himself, but since you were there the models had someone to rely on. Specially the cute one. It was her first time so it took ages for her to feel comfortable enough to pose properly.  

You managed to make some good pics before noon arrived, so you’d just sit around and wait until your colleagues were also done. Going out for a few drinks was always one of the best parts of working on projects with them.  

While setting up a few things in your head and organizing some paper and equipment, you heard two of your senior laughing. ‘If they can chill, they can also help me get everything done’ your thought while frowning. Finally reaching both guys you could barely remember the names, you were able to hear was seemed to be so funny. 

“I don’t know how Doyoung let that thing be on the project. That’s definitely not a girl, dude.”  

“I mean, maybe if I was drunk, or blind” both them laugh annoyingly.  

“Well, if it is so cool making fun out of people, I guess you guys will die in laughter once you check up on yourselves in the mirror.” you claim entering the place. “Or it might be funnier if your just shut the fuck up and take care of the work you’re here to do.’’ 

“Yeah, but nobody told me this was a gay parade.” one insisted. 

You smile back. “I bet they told you it was a circus. That’s why you keep acting like a fucking clown.” 

Before it could get any worse (or better), all the models, now done with their hard work, entered the room laughing in delight once it was over. Except from the tall one, who came in leaving the bathroom right behind you. You frowned in pain. You just wished she didn’t hear all the bullshit those two said. 

“Thank you for that.” she told you once you both were the only ones left in the huge studio, since taking the elevator was a kind of process when there were around 14 people in there. And taking the stairs on 8th floor was not an option.  

The touch of your hand on hers makes she feels vulnerable, and once again she blushes. “Never mind those assholes. Men are fucking stupid. Are you coming with us for a drink?” 

“Uh, not really. I gotta go back to check on my sister.” 

“Oh, I see.” and when the elevator finally arrives to get you, you hear her sighing in relief. 

“You did well today. I bet we are gonna see each other again anytime. What’s your name anyways?” 

“Kim Jungwoo.” she answers back with a wide smile.  

“You’re name is as adorable as your face, you know it?” you can’t help but make your thoughts real by telling the truth. 

“Oh... Thank you. I don’t get this a lot.” 

“But you should. Honestly, you’re the cutest model I’ve ever bumped into. Feel lucky, cause I see plenty of gorgeous girls every once in a while. You’re extremally beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” you are amused by the laugh that comes from her. It was just too much of a cute sound. But before you could embarrass yourself in front of her again the door opens, revealing a groups of people waiting for you to follow them to the nearest bar.  

You just wave goodbye and wish Jungwoo luck.

[…] 

Later that night Jungwoo searched for you online. He wasn’t brave enough to send a request, though. He felt cheesy for being like that, just appreciating your face once again by a picture someone else took. But it was not all about looks. It was about you all. Something just felt warm inside him while watching a stupid video Jaehyun posted on your birthday.  

Was it the smile? Was it the cozy voice? He didn’t know for sure, but it made him feel even worse for not being fearless.  

He was a coward afterwards.  

[…] 

You couldn’t bare the pain in your neck anymore, even after trying to stretch or taking pain-killers. You decided to go home for the day, you wouldn’t be much productive editing the pictures with that annoying pinch keeping all your attention for itself.  

“Excuse me!” the sweet voice reached your ears when you were just about to leave the building.  

“Yes?” you frowned. That face was somehow familiar. 

“Uh- well... I was here last weekend on the photoshoot...’’ You still couldn’t link it. 

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Are you a staff member?”  

“Not exactly. Well, I was... one of the models.” Oh. It wasn’t hard to say why you weren’t able to recognize her (him? they?). 

They still were tall as hell, the baby face had pretty much the same features and naive expressions, but it all just felt so different. The person right in front of you now seemed like someone else. 

“I think I remember now.” you said trying to conceal your surprise. “How can I help?” 

There it was again. Ears turning red, just as the tip of the nose, confused face and shrunken shoulders. Just as adorable as you could remember. 

“I actually... Hm...” 

“The pictures aren’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for. It takes some time.” 

“No!” they answered louder than you expected, getting you surprised. “I... actually came to.. Uh, talk to you.” 

“Me?” you didn’t mean to sound as surprised as you actually did.  

“I’m so sorry! I swear I’m not a weirdo. I just didn’t have the chance to talk to you that much that day, and I was wondering if... Well, if y-you...” 

No. The answer was already set on your mind before you could even think about the painful pinch on your neck. But that was when you realized it wasn’t there anymore. You frown in confusion and run your fingers through the back of your head. Everything is just fine. 

“Ok.” you said before thinking well, interrupting the other while getting lost on their own words. “What about grabbing some coffee?” 

They were not a dog, but for a second you could swear you saw a wagging tail when they opened that bright smile right in front of your eyes. 

[…] 

So Kim Jungwoo was indeed a guy.  

The whole ‘’dressing’’ as girl thing had a story behind it, before you could get angry at him. No that you had a real reason for that, but as Ten would say “getting mad at boys is you favorite sports”. But even though, he was way different from all the other boys you had ever met.  

Adorable wasn’t the only word to describe him. He was... sweet (?) Like genuinely.  Not the kind of “am I cute?” sweet, the real sweetness. The one kids lose once they grow up. The one that makes us love animals because they’re just too pure for this world.  And you hated yourself for feeling so much at ease with a guy as you did with Jungwoo. 

You knew his intentions. Growing up with two older brothers and being friends with Johnny made you a kind of expert when it comes to know that guys are into you. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile at each sweet expression he’d let off whenever you said something that caught him out of guard.  

[…] 

Keeping in touch with Jungwoo was just natural.  

People tend to say they never really realize they fell in love, but you’d never forget that friday night, when he texted you a “I wanna see you soon.”.  

What is this? You thought to yourself, holding onto your phone tightly, staring at the ceiling wondering since when were you anticipating seeing Jungwoo that much. What exactly was that cozy warmness inside your chest. 

[…] 

“I like you.” Jungwoo closed his eyes when the words came out, becoming real. 

It had been a month since the first time you thought he was adorable. And now, right in front of that playground somewhere nearby your house, on that cold november noon, he was being adorable once again. 

He didn’t dare to take your hands. He knew you well to know how suspicious you were with skinship, what got you smiling. You moved one step forward, getting closer to the taller cute boy, taking one of his hands on yours. 

“I know.” 

“Since when?” he sighs deeply. You wish you were brave enough to check up his expression. I bet his ears are red, you thought.  

“Since day one.” you laugh when his lamentation moan reaches your ears, at the same time he decides to lay his head on your shoulder.  

“That’s so unfair.” he sighs once again, that’s when you feel the urge to pet his head. At the first touch he gets surprised, since touching wasn’t really something between the two of you. “I’m sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” you smile, although you knew he couldn’t see it.  

Gathering all his strength, he takes a step back to face you. “And... What’s your answer?” 

You laugh. “You know I have a soft spot for you and there’s no way I’d say no when you’re looking at me like that.”. 

And when he pouts at you with that ridiculously adorable face you can’t help but hugging him. “You were special since the first second. Thank you for that.” 

He hugs you back and now you’re able to feel his heartbeat, which gets you a bit worried since it was way faster than people consider healthy. 

“I never cared when people gave me compliments. But that day, when you said I was beautiful, I felt you were looking through me. It was not about being a guy, being a girl, not even about being attractive. It was about... me. I’m the one to thank you.” 

You smile while petting his back. “You’re beautiful, Jungwoo.” 

And he was. 

Kim Jungwoo was the prettiest thing that had ever crossed your path. 

[erischaos]

yours

summary: you found yourself loving Jaehyun, but he never loves anybody.

inspired on the song “wicked game” by Chris Isaak

words: +1,8k

tags: angst, smut.

warning: i portrayed Jaehyun like an asshole but its just for the fic, i’m pretty sure he’s not like that. Please never fall for this kind of relationship, its very toxic.

He wasn’t yours, you always knew that. He was hurting you and even like that, you stayed. Jaehyun is the only good thing in your life, you are part of a girl group with almost no popularity and he made you feel worthy of all his attention. Like the chosen one among all those beautiful girls he came across everyday.

“hey princess, come in” Jaehyun opened the door and kissed you briefly “you look specially pretty today” he said and you blushed like a teenager, quickly said hi to the members and went straight to his room. All the boys in the dorm watched you with pity every time you came to visit him. They knew you weren’t the only one, there was a dozen more who fucked him even more than you, but you choose to be blind. Pretending you never smelled the girl perfume, never saw the broken bracelets in the floor, never listened to the rumors.

He didn’t even gave you time to say anything and collided his lips to yours while he started to take off your clothes. He made you walk backwards until you fell on his bed, with him immediately falling over you. Having his weight over you always made you feel at ease, under him you didn’t had to worry about anything else more than pleasing him. He started to run his hands over your legs, reaching for the waistband of your pants and taking them off, he smiled when he saw your red panties and took them off too.

“you’re still dressed, its not fair” you said jokingly “help me then” you sat on the bed and took his shirt off while he was standing, he tried to lay over you again but you stopped him and made him stand again, while buckling his belt you looked up and he caressed your face “you’re always so good to me y/n, you’re perfect” it was so clear for you that you were his favorite when he was always telling you all those things. You knew you didn’t had to love him, it was going to destroy you, and you always though you were strong enough to not do it but, in moments like this, watching his face contract in pleasure while you sucked him off, you felt a little bit weak.

“enough, lay down” you did what he said and opened your legs, you though that maybe today he was going to go down on you but he put on a condom and lined himself with your entrance. When he saw you getting used to his size he started to pound you harder and deeper every time, you wanted to open your eyes to look at him but you were overwhelmed with pleasure, his dick touched all the right places and it was making you lightheaded, every time you opened your mouth to get some air a loud moan came out. You always felt there was no need to pregame with Jaehyun, you were always wet and ready for wherever he needed you. “look at me y/n, look at me while I destroy that pretty pussy of yours” you did your best and opened your eyes “you´re so good to me, always tight no matter how many times I fuck you”. The realization was painful, you loved him so much, you didn’t wanted to, it made you feel stupid and weak. The godly face you were watching now, dripping in sweat it was a very know sight in the kpop industry. Jaehyun was a fuck boy, he fucked at least one girl in every girl group. He always chose the prettiest ones, and it surprised you when, one night, out of nowhere he texted you. He made you feel so special, he told you that you were the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on, the one with the prettiest body and the most stunning voice. The sexting came soon after and a few days later you were cumming in his bed, again and again. You came back to reality when he detached himself from you and turned you around, handling you into all fours. Your face was mushed to the mattress and he started to be more and more rough, he pulled you up by your hair and whispered in your ear “I want to hear you cry”. You didn’t realized that until now your cries were being muffled by the mattress, so when he pulled you up you noticed how loud you were being, almost to the point of screaming. For one second the imagine of the rest of the boys in the living room hearing you made you embarrassed but you forgot the sensation quickly when Jaehyun started rubbing your clit “come on baby, cum on my cock” you were already dripping when he said that, so seconds after you came even the floor was wet. “ow, look at the mess the stupid baby made” he kept on pounding you until you rode your orgasm and you felt brainless, he knew your body so well, you almost blurted an I love you, but something stopped you, maybe after all your weren’t that braindead and you knew that it would ruin the moment and make everything tense, so you simply remained quiet. “would you let me cum on your pretty face, angel?” you were a whore for him, always delivering so you nodded and turned around, falling on your knees on the messy floor, took off his condom and started to suck on his dick again, you were used to him fucking your mouth so when he grabbed your head and started to face-fuck you, you let him and focused on breathing through your nose despite your gagging. A few moments later he took his dick out of your mouth and came all over your face and tongue, you swallowed as much as you could and with the simple sight of his face, contorted in pleasure, you came again, untouched.  That was the only time you could hear him moan, when he came. It was music to your ears, you made him feel good, and the proof was all over your face.

When you two calmed and got some air he cleaned himself with an dirty shirt that was on the floor, put on his pants and went to the bathroom to grab a towel for you. You sat on his bed to wait and you noticed a hair tie under the shelve, on the floor. A hair tie that wasn’t yours. Like all the other things that once in a while you found on his room you choose to ignore it as well, but the pain and the tears showed up anyways. When he came back you thanked god all your face was a mess and the tears weren’t noticeable enough, so you simply wiped your face and your parts.

When you got dressed and ready to leave he stopped you. “y/n I heard it was your birthday a few days ago so I bought you this” from one of the shelves he handed you a medium size velvet box. Inside there was a delicate but beautiful necklace, with a J engraved in a musical note pendant. Happiness tears filled your eyes and you ran to hug him, he kindly patted your back in return. Maybe you were wrong, you misunderstood all the signs of him having another girls and you were the only one in his life, you were special and he loved you. “Its so pretty Jae, I love it, thank you so much” you tiptoe to kiss him on his lips “I want you to wear it always, ok angel? Like that, everyone will know you’re mine”. You nodded and he helped you putting in on and stood behind you, facing the mirror on his wall, you thought that maybe wasn’t a bad thing to tell him you loved him now, and just when you were about to confess your feelings the member you knew as Jungwoo knocked the door, and from outside he said they were going to start a vlive soon and that they needed him there. Jaehyun looked at you and with the face he always did when it was time for you to leave, you understood and without saying a word you left the dorms.

Days after you were in the middle of your group promotions, going to all the music shows the company payed for. There were a lot of other girl groups also, so you didn’t stand a chance to win but you were full of hope anyways. On the backstage you came across a very know group from one of the big three, and since your leader knew them you tag along with her to say hi. You almost collapsed when you realized that, the one that you knew as the visual from said group was wearing the same necklace as you. “that’s a beautiful necklace Jisoo, where did you get it?” she laughed a little bit and you were thankful your own necklace was under your sweater “oh just a guy I have been seeing gave it to me when we won on inkigayo last week” she grabbed the little pendant and showed it to you. It also had the J engraved. You politely said goodbye and did something that was going to destroy you completely. You took a walk around the place, from the few groups that were there, at least one of them had the same necklace. It was his signature, a kind of checklist he had, to mark the ones he already fucked. You weren’t special, you were just one more. All the girls knew that fucking Jaehyun was just for fun, they understood that and they wore the necklace proudly, if was like they were part of a selected group of privileged girls that shared the pleasure of fucking one of the best dicks out there. He knew what he was doing.

It was no point on telling him you knew everything, you needed to be like those girls and face the truth, he saw you like a pussy and you should see him as a dick. As a way of relieving stress, as a way of relax outside the industry. You loved him? Yes. After all, you kept doing it. You wanted to keep on seeing him, to keep on kissing him, keep on fucking him. Wasn’t the price too high? Yes it was. Seeing someone, kissing someone and fucking someone that you love that you had to share hurted like million knives. But it was better than nothing. It was staying with him or never touch him again. On camera Jaehyun was perfect, his dimples, his voice, his manners, everything about him was dreamy. He literally created the perfect man, but when he broke character, when he was with you being heartless he was perfect in your eyes as well. Laying now on his bed, watching him sleep after he came all over you was your place on earth, you had to seize every moment with him until he gets bored of you because you were his but, after all, he wasn’t yours, you always knew that.

I’ve been writing a lot about Johnny so i wanted to write about my other bias, Jaehyun. Why no one told me writing smut was thaaat hard??? i almost gave up like a hundred times. I hope you like it, its kinda sad and the girl knows what she’s doing is wrong but please, never accept something like this, we always deserve to be loved. Let me know if you find any mistakes♥ Thank you for reading meeee ♥♥♥

[kimmiherself]

CHAPTER ONE: THE BOYFRIEND

I knew I wasn't crazy but I could be a little control freak and a tad bit obsessive-compulsive at times. I had a tendency to get anxious if things around me weren't organized. I couldn't ask the world to keep it that way for me but I could control my environment. I always kept my bedroom clean and in order, with all my books and stationaries piled up neatly on my side table, my dresser a display of beautiful things I had collected over the years—cute buttons, old jewelries, broken pearls and other beads, a ballpen with green feathers attached to one side and a matching notebook that was my diary, along with the array of headbands and hairclips, as well as my hygiene products, while every other nook of my bedroom—even the ceiling—showcased my collections of stuffed toys and every other cute and green thing that matched the mint-colored walls and linens. I didn't have much but I had decent clothes that consisted mostly of t-shirts and pants—I never liked to wear anything without a sleeve. I'd pile them up neatly in my closet, with the width of the folds always uniform and parallel to each other. I always kept everything in order and I would immediately notice if something had been moved or wasn't in its place. That's just who I was. Things should be planned. Things should be organized. And it was frustrating whenever things didn't go my way.

But there were things that I didn't plan but surprised me, anyway. Like meeting my boyfriend, Matthew.

I first met him at an inter-school event. I was in second year of high school and he was in his last. We both went to private schools  but in different districts. When our schools decided to work together for a radio broadcasting competition, I had to team up with Matt's group for a few days before the actual event and literally holed up in one room with the group for another day or two during the actual event, which was hosted in another school.

He barely caught my eyes at first. Meeting new people was awkward and a little difficult for me. I mostly kept to myself and only talked if asked to. Until I noticed those little giggles erupting around me and the looks the other members of the group shot each other, which was becoming more and more distracting each day. This guy, the group's leader, would just shrug it off. When our eyes met one time, he gave me an apologetic smile, which only brought more giggles from the others. I froze and, suddenly, became very self-conscious. I didn't want to assume but I believed the group was teasing him about me, which brought out conflicting feelings from within me.

I always tried to look neat and presentable, as if I had a mother doing that for me just as how my friends' mothers seemed to be doing to their kids, but that didn't mean I was confident to say I was pretty. Honestly, I believed I looked at least average. My long, straight hair was a product of my yearly visit to the salon. I hated every wave and curl of my hair so I kept them straight by acquiring the magical services of hairdressers. My face was too simple that it wouldn't stand out in the crowd. My eyes too large. My lips too full. My height average. I also hadn't shed most of the baby fats in my midsection and it was one thing I really disliked about myself. Well, to keep the points even, my skin was naturally fair. It just wasn't as fair as Kendra's—the person I'd hate to compare myself with the most.

Kendra topped the long list of girls at school who had brought up my insecurities. People claimed she was the prettiest. Her skin the fairest. Her face the most angelic. Her voice could even summon the angels if she'd like. Her dance the most graceful. Her body a perfect structure. And when I knew some boy I had a crush on liked her first, I flipped. I claimed not to mind but I did. I kind of felt embarrassed to sit next to her. She was a year younger than I was but we mostly ended up performing in various events together. There was one time I was called to become one of her back-up dancers during a competition and it really irked me. For days, I wondered how nice it would be to switch places with her. I believed I was the better dancer. I couldn't sing, though. And she really was beautiful—I paled in comparison to her. But the thought was a bitter pill to swallow. I kind of hated her for being too perfect. Kendra really brought out the worst in me, and she didn't even know.

Someone liking me was both confusing and unbelievable to me. There was only one boy who openly showed his feelings to me, and sure I liked him too. For a while, I was obsessed with him and of our budding friendship. But the moment someone made a comment about me growing taller and bigger than he was, my feelings died out like a candle blown. And he liked Kendra first. Like most boys in school did. It just also didn't sit well with me to become someone's consolation prize because he didn't win the grand prize. Aaron was a good guy, though. My insecurities just gnawed on me.

Matthew's appearance to my life was unexpected but pleasant. The teasing during the competition even intensified when Matthew called my name during script-reading instead of someone else's. Suddenly, I was hyperaware of his presence. I knew where he was in the room without looking. I anticipated hearing his voice during practices. And I had become exceedingly conscious of myself when he was there. I realized how magnetic his eyes were behind those thin slits and how sheepish his smile was. And it unnerved me whenever he chose to throw that smile at me. When the actual competition came, he stood next to me and it was the closest he ever was with me during the entire event. We never talked, though. We only ever had our timid stares whenever our eyes met.

While we never talked during those first few days, we spent months and months of talking through the phone during the duration of our relationship. It started with friendly chats and warm conversations. He would always throw compliments at me and say he was very lucky I was giving him any attention. I felt luckier. I never knew having someone to listen to all my internal dialogues was that satisfying. The constant communication bound us together despite the aching distance. He wrote the most romantic messages and the most heartfelt promises that I fell in love with him almost instantly. He was pretty poetic but always sounded so mature. He took up Mass Communication in college and I thought it suited him best. Matt had his way with words...and words were all we had for each other.

For almost two years of being together, we had only met four times. The first time was during the earliest part of our relationship. There was an event at school and he surprised me by visiting. I ruined that when I just screamed upon seeing him and ran home. I literally ran away, dragging one of my friends with me. It took only a second and I was gone.

The second was unexpected. My mother had to process some documents in the city for her flight back to work. My sister and I went looking for a copier machine and, lo and behold, Matt was standing in the middle of a busy alley, his gaze locked on mine. Everything around us seemed to move in slow motion as I stared back at him, my heart beating erratically. I couldn't even remember if we talked. The fear of having us found out by my parents superseded my excitement so, again, I rushed away as fast as possible.

The third time we met lasted about thirty minutes. We had our first date. A really short one, though. I snuck away from our school event to meet him at lunch. It wasn't even a real lunch, but I couldn't care less. Finally, I was with him. I had been wanting to see him for what seemed like forever. While we talked endlessly on the phone, we barely did in real life. I was shy, awkward, and couldn't even mutter a word without stuttering. I had been trying to write our love story that time and I wanted him to read it. I was hesitant at first but he was already so curious that he had to read it. I watched his lips twitch a few times as his eyes scanned my words, and I felt the contents of my stomach trying to come back up. It was embarrassing. I didn't know what he thought about it but seeing him smile somehow calmed my nerves. It was the shortest date ever that one could hardly call it a date. But he was sweet and a real gentleman too. He never even touched my hand, which I had been hoping he would. I wanted to hold him...to feel he was there. Like he was real. Like what we had was real. It was weird how close it felt we were on the phone but how distant we actually were in real life. I started thinking about the reality of it all. Was I just hallucinating things? Did he really love me back? I started to doubt everything.

The fourth time we met was in the city. I had to attend to an overnight school activity and the morning after I had to sneak away to see him. No one knew about it. The sun had just been up and I had to see him in my pajamas for I was still waiting for my turn in the bathroom. We met outside the dormitory my group was staying at and sat on a bench nearby. I had started wearing my prescription glasses by that time and regretted doing so when he asked me about it. I probably looked hideous. I hadn't even taken my bath yet. Everything that morning just made me feel so embarrassed once again. We were together for like ten minutes, with me just squirming in my seat as he looked at me. Again, I couldn't remember what we talked about—if we ever did, but I remembered him taking off his black rubber bracelet that had a knot in the middle and slid it up my wrist. "To remind you of me," he said. As if he ever left my mind. The slight grazing of his skin over mine was enough to make me dizzy and it didn't help that my heart was pumping like crazy. He left shortly after that, seeing we both had full days waiting for us. And when he waved his final goodbye, he said he loved me.

I loved him too.

But being Matthew's girlfriend wasn't entirely easy. As a matter of fact, it was too difficult and too complicated that I always found myself crying at night. It was because of this relationship that I met loneliness and learned it was a terrible companion.

Being in college and living in the city away from his family hadn't always been easy for Matthew. He had dreams and he had been doing his best to achieve them, even if it meant he had to take part-time jobs here and there just to support his education. He was always responsible and I never knew anyone who worked as hard he did. Even in high school, he already part-timed as a radio DJ. I was very proud of him. He inspired me to work very hard myself so I could reach my dreams too, although him working that hard meant our relationship would be put to the least of his priorities. I knew I mattered to him...he just didn't have the time for me yet.

And it left me wrecked. He had broken up with me multiple times that I lost count already. He told me he couldn't keep a relationship while life was beating the hell out of him and added I was too young and too naive to even understand. But he couldn't seem to leave me alone for long too. It was that uncertainty that kept me awake at night. He said he loved me even after dumping me. He said I'd just have to hold on and wait for him to be ready. He said we'd be together once I finished high school—he let me promise that one. Matt said I'd just have to be patient.

Then he would disappear for weeks.

Those days were torture to me.

Loneliness started eating me. I'd wake up feeling nothing and I would go to bed feeling like the world just crashed on my shoulders. There were days I'd wreck everything in my bedroom and I'd snap at anyone who tried to come near me. There were days that I hated everyone, even my friends at school, and just holed up in the library after class. But mostly, I'd cry myself to sleep. And it didn't help that every song on the radio seemed to mock me. Then I'd start feeling like sleeping and never wanting to wake up.

I tried to forget him and focused all my attention to school, and it became an obsession. When mother was talking about possible universities and colleges for me, she mentioned I could go to the country's capital and study there. But flying across the country, stretching the distance between Matt and I into thousands and thousands of kilometers, wasn't an option for me. Despite the uncertainties and the heartaches, I'd rather be near him, like a moth ever so tempted to embrace the flame.

There was only one college for me. My brother said it was one of the best and it was in the same city as Matt's. I wasn't actually looking forward to become a nurse but I also didn't have anything I particularly liked at the moment. I was merely following my brother's footsteps and it didn't sound so bad at all. But to get to that college, I would have to ensure my scholarship that promised a hundred percent off the tuition fee, even though I never once had been pressured by my family about it. I just didn't want to add to my mother's burden and it also made me feel good to study at a college with the word best attached to it. So I had been studying really hard and I had also been joining all the extra-curricular activities that would hopefully earn me points and help me graduate at the top of my class. For a while, it took my mind off my broken heart.

But, as I said, Matthew couldn't leave me alone for long. He would pop right back up when I had started getting used to his absence. It was becoming exhausting but I couldn't seem to let go of him too, so I'd jump back again to this vicious cycle.

Five months and I'd be off to college. Matthew and I had gotten back together and jumpstarted our relationship once again. It was as exhausting as ever but the thought of seeing him at the end of this waiting game was enough to keep me going. Matthew had becoming more and more distant and inattentive each passing day but I believed he was just really busy tossing himself between school and work that he could hardly find the time to check his phone. Still, I couldn't help but wallow in his absence. He even forgot about my birthday and it crushed me so hard. He promised he'd see me but it never happened. I tried getting his attention though, but it was worthless. I only looked like a clingy, immature, whining little girl who couldn't wait to get her candy.

I knew I'd been really annoying but Matt was still sweet and kind with his words whenever he found the time to check up on me. "You know you're my sunshine, right?" he asked once, in between my silly attempts of getting his attention. I didn't actually know how he had been doing and it made me feel guilty. I hoped I'd brought him more happiness than headaches. "We'll be together soon. You just have to wait," he always said. And those were the words I held on to.

Soon.

Very soon.

[hhinsectmafias]

(Although there is information similar to the previous description in Butterfly’s and Spider’s mafia, there are some points that are different. The three mafias get to have some equal characteristics; however they have different systems, it is recommended to read each point carefully, thankies :3)

The main leader is Urania, a free and independent woman, always ready before everything and surrendering is not in her vocabulary. Although his mafia is in the last position of the three, he does not doubt that his plan of success will manage to take it very high. Ready, agile, seductive and beautiful, she has proved brave to face the dangers of the sea. The ocean is large, but there are still certain points to cover, are you ready to be part of the fleet?

- DESCRIPTION:

In addition to strategic alliances with companies in the city. The mafia is responsible for the export of precious gems and minerals that can be used as jewels or that have great value to the large companies of decorations, modeling, etc., in addition to serving to manufacture lethal weapons with diamond edge, which are also traded . Being the owner of more than 80% of the marine territory rich in minerals found in islands and underwater mines, has allowed her to find wealth in the sea than on land, using that to her advantage.

- JOBS:

It is true that in a fleet there are many charges but in this mafia they are divided into four:

OFFICIAL: To this group belong high-ranking pirates, who despite having experience negotiating, are characterized by being explorers and adventurers. Being brave, they are dedicated to finding the rarest treasures or objects in the most dangerous places on the ocean islands, even finding more territory to use.

HARVESTOR: They are responsible for caring for and protecting underwater mines, as well as mineral exports. If you want to work either harvesting or monitoring the mines, it is mandatory that you have to be a marine creature, in order to breathe underwater. But if you want to export, you can be either a sea creature or another specie.

CRIMINAL: They are in charge of dirty work, either in the city for some adjustment of accounts or blowing up an enemy fleet. In this range include experts in any type of weapons, and the ability to navigate at speed and complete their work as soon as possible. They are the wildest and fiercest pirates.

PAWN: They are the ones in charge of the rest of the ship, they can include chefs, musicians, candle keeper, navigator, map drawer, treasure researcher, etc., without them the ships would not have an orderly function. They only go to the city to collect the money.

- RULES:

Be loyal, love and respect the main leader, your captain Urania, as well as obey the mandates of the main leaders of each rank. In this way you demonstrate your absolute fidelity.

You need to have the tatoo.

Once you have been part of this mafia, there is no going back. No other of the three mafias will be able to receive you.

Do not make exchanges or close deals without Urania being aware, she will always have the last word on her links.

Do not reveal the secrets and strategies of the group.

Do not commit treason, or you will be expelled.

If you have a friend from a rival group, they should only be that … FRIENDS.

- TREASON:

Is practically considered treason if you disobey any of the mafia rules, but the worst betrayal is when you break rule number 7. Currently the three mafia groups are in a kind of cold war, proving to be better than others in certain aspects. Why not resort to sabotage, wars, murders, etc.? Simple, the answer is in the younger sisters of each leader of each mafia, who despite belonging to different mafias they are very close, like sisters, which led the leaders to be more considerate at that point. It is permissible to only have friendly, but not romantic, relationships, because there is a risk that secrets of each mafia will be revealed. If any member discovers your betrayal, you and your partner will not have a happy ending.

- SECRET LOVE 💖:

“Hidden love is the prettiest of all,” said a sage.

No human being is perfect, and for that reason we are in hell. It is impossible to deny what your heart tells you, love that person very intensely and do not let it go. The representatives of each rank are the ones who are in charge of patrolling the city daily, verifying that each of its allies does not break any of the rules. But every person always sins of a failure. So don’t give up, there are ways to love in secret!

- INITIATION RITUAL:

To seal the fidelity and commitment to serve the Urania mafia, the ritual is that Urania will tear one of her feathers from her fur on her neck, then make it thick thanks to her magic and deliver it to the new member, in this way the new member gets something from her, a symbol of trust, and she/he must keep it carefully forever.

- CREATION OF YOUR MEMBER:

With all this explained, are you ready to join?

If you want to include any oc within the mafia, you must make the following table of information, Urania needs to know everything about your oc to fully trust in it.

Your oc does not need to be a butterfly to be part of the mafia, it can be whatever you want! Maybe a butterfly, a spider or a moth! Or if you prefer a plant, an animal, a sea creature, maybe something more mythological. Use your imagination as much as you want! But remember! It has to have an adventurous appearance wearing pirate costumes, moderating the elegant of the wild. 

After all those points, you must complete the following table:

- Name:

- Age:

- Height:

- Gender:

- Sexual Orientation:

- Cause of Death:

- Mafia:

- Job: (If your oc is going to be an Official, a Harvestor, a Criminal or a Pawn, you need to put it here)

- Abilities:

- Personality:

- Likes:

- Dislikes:

- Other data of interest:

- Secret Love: (Optional) (If your oc has any secret relationship with any oc of any of the enemy mafias, you must mention it and label the creator)

As I said before all mermbers need to have the tatoo of the mafia. You can use it on a piece of clothing in full view of everyone or in any part of your body where everyone can see it.

That would be all, You can start to create your ocs!

If you already have any oc that you want to join, you must also complete the table

Ask first in my ask box or in private message before join an oc to the mafia or if you want to solve any doubt. Don’t forget to mention me when you create your oc.

All mafia’s information finally were posted yey! >:D

PLS Support me with your like and reblog for more people to join in >:’D

Thanks for all your support QvQ 💛

[curanonemu]

ateez as angels

tags/warnings: slight angst, very slight violence in jongho's part (not against reader i promise), very sappy things, second-person reader, lowercase, DISCLAIMER: im sorry for making some things up jdskgfk idk angel lore.

word count: 2,733

notes: big thanks to @stray-lids for listening to me cry about this and supporting me ♡ they are spectacular go give them love tyvm now on to the post

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hongjoong - ✧ dominion ✧ 

dominions preside over the lesser angels, regulate their duties and ensure that God's wishes are carried out.

it’s hard watching over angels, but hongjoong likes it. it may be tiring, it may just be a routine by now, but it feels equally rewarding at the end of the day, when everything is peaceful, in heaven and on earth, nothing out of place.

after all, he could have it worse; he could be a power or a guardian, and those seem much more tired than he ever feels.

being a dominion, he knows all angels, even if they’re not under his command. it’s necessary to know them all, each one of them is important to heaven, and to him as a result.

that’s exactly why it comes as a surprise when he sees one that he’s never met before. he’s on earth for once, and he’s not sure he even knows which one of his comrades you serve.

he’s about to float right over to the stranger, ask questions when he stops in his tracks.

you’re a human.

he feels the telltale rush of blood as his face warms, and he scolds himself for making such a mistake.

are you really so heavenly as to cause such a misunderstanding?

he shakes his head, looks again. it’s still the same.

you still look like the prettiest, most ethereal being he’s laid his eyes on in all the time he’s spent on earth and in heaven. you still are the prettiest.

and hongjoong feels very human when he looks at you.

he wonders if you’d feel the same, were you able to look at him. maybe not. you probably won’t be surprised; hongjoong is an angel, of course. but maybe he won’t be the prettiest being you’ve laid your eyes on.

after all, you must be in possession of a mirror. surely?

(other members under the cut!)

seonghwa - ✧ principality/ruler ✧

principalities rule over other angels and send them on missions in order to accomplish their protection role.

seonghwa has a problem.

he assigns his subordinates to take care of people. entire groups, that is.

he doesn't have to think about individuals.

he shouldn't have to.

but he does. there's one that he can't stop thinking about.

you.

you are so annoying.

he's not a guardian angel, he's a ruler, for heaven's sake. he's not your personal wingman.

(no, that's not how the word is used, is it? he wants to be more than your wingman.)

there's exasperation within him. exasperation at his desperate antics. he's above them, yet he continues to indulge in such things.

desperation. another emotion warring within him, which largely makes up his thoughts. he wants you a lot. so much that he's starting to experience other feelings, like those of nervousness, fear, and he pines.

you're making him feel human emotions, act like a little guardian instead of the ruler he is, and he is. not. happy.

he is more than happy, being the fool he is.

he's convinced you are more powerful than all of his brethren combined. isn't that the only reason why he is so smitten with you? how you have him wrapped around your finger like it's nothing, living your life like you don't know a thing about the predicament seonghwa is in. well, it's precisely because you don't.

that's why, when he needs to assign angels to protecting your town, he stations them all as far away from you as he can.

and then, happily neglecting all his obligations, duties, his very nature, he skips off to protect you himself.

and if he somehow gets to interact with you, that'll be the feather on top.

that is his goal now, come what may.

yunho - ✧ virtue ✧

virtues bring God’s blessings to earth in the form of miracles, and are associated with acts of heroism and bring courage when needed.

it hurts to watch people when they're sad. yunho doesn't like seeing crying children, crying parents, young or old. he's especially not enjoying seeing you cry.

just a while back, you'd asked for courage and now you're crying, regretting standing up to people who were - in yunho's eyes - undeserving of the importance you give them, with the pain they brought you.

"do you really care that much?" he wants to ask, but it's obvious that you do, and he can't ask you.

he'd give anything to talk to you, tell you that it's not worth it, you are so much better than the things holding you down. all he can do is watch you cry.

well. there is something he can do.

he wills a flower into existence, petals soft against his palm where the bud rests, and yunho looks back at you.

you can't see him, but you'll be able to see the flower. that's enough for him.

the window to your room is open, and he tosses the flower inside, the breeze carrying it to you.

you lift your head, looking confused before noticing the flower.

you turn it around curiously, frowning. and then you smile through your tears, and the flower's beauty pales in comparison.

you get up slowly, then go out of your room, leaving the door ajar. with the flower in your hand, you're most likely looking for some water to preserve it.

from his place outside the window, yunho allows himself to smile too.

he hopes the message reaches you.

gladiolus.

yeosang - ✧ virtue ✧

virtues bring God’s blessings to earth in the form of miracles, and are associated with acts of heroism and bring courage when needed.

you're finally done for the day, which had been so hectic, and you're exhausted and irritated and feeling absolutely dead, wishing you were for real too.

'please, just get me away from here now,' you think, hoping that any deity of the world is kind enough to listen to you.

yeosang's the one that hears you, and that's when he first meets you. he manifests himself a little ways behind you, frowning as he wonders if you're serious. he hears such prayers on the daily, and half of them are tossed out casually. he's never acted upon any, though. his job is to give people hope, not tear it away from them.

he watches you for a minute, then decides to let himself look into your soul.

it's. unexpected.

under the cover of weariness, it's bright, insanely so. it leaves him breathless for a moment; a feeling he's not familiar with because he's never needed to breathe, born an angel. but the pressure is there, a feeling welling up inside him which makes him take in much needed air.

it's the first time that he's seen such a bright soul. it makes the grace of some of his brothers pale in comparison.

you're just tired. he doesn't like that.

for now, you may want to go. but you definitely don't need to.

and yeosang will do all that he can to make sure that you stay where you are, on earth. if that means stepping out of bounds with his duties, that's fine. he will do his best to drive away the forces that plague you. it's in everyone's interest. your soul is unique, a work of beauty and he doesn't wish to see it tainted. it's only natural. he's the embodiment of miracles, your soul is a reflection.

heaven doesn't need you yet, nor does heaven need you broken beyond repair.

that's why he needs to protect you.

that's all there is to it.

san - ✧ archangel ✧

archangels are the chief angels, guardians of people and all things physical.

san is an archangel, for crying out loud. he's strong, majestic, fierce and all things big. his wings are beautiful, sharp yet soft feathers, and as him. he's not... a butterfly. he's not a tiny creature, smaller than his own little finger and wildly colourful.

but there he is, having resorted to pretending to be a butterfly of all things, just so he can solve his latest problem.

the first time had been a necessity, and that was what led to the whole mess.

he loves flowers, and he loves how many varieties earth has. it's a habit of his to turn into bugs and enjoy said gifts of nature. (it scares that baby angel mingi as well, which san finds insanely amusing despite adoring the other.)

except, the one time he turned into a butterfly and sat atop a pretty flower, you'd passed by, stopped, backtracked and stood in front of him, eyes wide.

he doesn't know if you like butterflies or not, if you're scared of them or not. your expression didn't give away any of that. it wasn't even the emotion behind your eyes that he was drawn to. it were your eyes themselves that reeled him in, left him reeling.

they're so beautiful, magnetic and all things gorgeous, and he wants you to look at him. you can't see his true form, but you can see him like this, when he's a tiny, harmless creature, and not the intimidating archangel he's meant to be. he never really understood the idea behind some of the other angels' posturing, who, like him, had once been humans that ascended to heaven. now, more than ever, he doesn't see the point of it.

he's strong, yes.

but his interest in you is stronger.

he shouldn't have to try and be a big, bad angel (not that angels are meant to be bad) and go against his heart's desires.

so he doesn't.

he lets himself enjoy your presence, flitting about you often in the hopes that you'd see him.

but you never do.

whenever he's trying to get your attention, there are other matters that you need to attend to.

it's all so well-timed he's starting to think someone's messing with him on purpose.

last month? he'd almost caught your attention before someone asked you a question, and then you just up and left without so much as a glance in his direction. last week? pretty much another distraction that hindered him from being noticed.

he doesn't like this at all.

is someone pranking him? it could be another angel. san's never been unsuccessful for this long.

should he resort to serious measures?

what was it, go big or go home?

that's it. if being a butterfly doesn't work, then he's going to be a BETTERFLY.

he's going to be the best of the best, and he'll be big, not a teeny tiny innocent pretty creature. san's going to get your attensan one way or another.

soon.

mingi - ✧ guardian angel ✧

guardian angels stay with their human throughout life, dedicated to helping them navigate and make the most of the journey.

mingi likes helping people. fellow angels, humans, and the odd demon, he's helped them all. the last was unintentional, but he doesn't regret it. the demon turned out to be nice, anyway, so mingi did nothing wrong by helping him.

but sometimes, he feels like no matter how much help he gives, it's not enough.

presently, it's not in the negative sense wherein he feels he's not enough to aid them.

what he feels right now is just. he wants to help you.

he wants to do all that he can for you, because he adores you.

you're the charge to his guardian angel; you're his charge. that means he's allowed to help you as much as he can, right?

it's normal for random notes to flutter down to the ground next to your feet, inspiration quotes calling out; it's normal for you to stumble upon a reminder in your phone to drink water. you think your friend left it. that's fine, he can be a nameless friend too. you don't need to know.

when you're sick, he'll nurse you back to health all night, make sure no wayward germs try to attack you. a 'miracle,' you call it when you wake up refreshed the next day. he's no virtue, he's no miracle-maker, but your existence itself is a miracle and he's the one who's blessed.

it reminds him of his human life, his inclination to fawn over his loved ones and living off of their appreciation.

the gratitude makes him thrive. being a guardian angel makes him happy.

he's happier being your guardian angel.

he just has one more wish, and that's to let you know just how much he loves you.

he's not sure how, but one day he'll tell you. till then, he'll stay with you like this.

wooyoung - ✧ guardian angel ✧

guardian angels stay with their human throughout life, dedicated to helping them navigate and make the most of the journey.

wooyoung doesn't like his charge.

you're clumsy, forgetful and always getting into all sorts of situations that he has to wrestle with in order to keep you intact and alive.

you get into trouble, one problem after another and he has to push it all out of your path as you go on with your life, blissfully unaware of all that he's doing.

he dislikes it.

he dislikes you.

he dislikes how he likes doing things for you which he would never want to, were it not his duty. he dislikes how you give him a purpose, how you're much better than the other human he was stuck babysitting while the human drove himself right off the virtuous path and into satan's lap.

and then at times, he dislikes how lovely you look and how whipped he is for you.

he's meant to be your guardian angel, not a loverboy stalker. but you make it so hard, because you smile at the small things - flowers, sunlight, whatever - and your laughter is like light itself; searing and precious and everything wooyoung cherishes.

you're so cute, he hates your little habits and he hates how much he loves them too. his days are full of you, your smile, your everything.

nights are spent hoping you're not plagued by demons, fighting them off if one tries to creep into your dreams.

he's tired of how you're taking over his mind, how his job to guide you has become a pastime, his favourite thing?

he's tired, and he wants to do something.

he needs to do something.

but should he? can he? can he really throw away everything just because he's found a human that make emotions well up in him?

can he disregard heaven, go against it all for a mortal who doesn't even know he exists?

the scariest thing is, as days go by and he watches you, the answer he gives himself is increasingly close to yes.

jongho - ✧ power/authority ✧

powers are the most loyal of all angels; warrior angels who fight demons.

jongho was called down to fight demons that had invested a town and were leeching off of people’s spirits.

he’s busy doing that, killing demons left and right with two fellow Powers, when one of them shouts something and gestures behind jongho. he turns around, fully intending to break a demon in half, but is faced with a human instead.

you.

your hand half-raised, as if you planned to touch him. that wouldn’t have ended well.

“are you alright?” is what he hears, and he stills, not sure how to respond. he allows himself a second to glance back at his comrades, who have almost finished off the demons in the area.

his skin itches, the feathers on his wings ruffling. everything in him is screaming to break skulls, but if he leaves there’s no knowing what the human will do. jongho can’t sense any dark aura from you, so you’re not a demon. but you still unsettle him.

you shouldn’t be able to see him. he’s an angel, just as powerful as the rest of them despite not being born as one. he’s probably more powerful than most of his brethren.

“is there a reason why you’re punching air?”

you think he’s punching the air, and not creatures from hell out to get humans. beautiful. this is what he gets for his hard work.

he’s about to open his mouth and reply, affronted, when the temperature suddenly drops and his feathers tremble. then he’s acting on instinct and slashing at the demon behind you.

face pressed close to his neck, you can’t see anything, and ideally you should be able to, but it’s as if there’s a soft curtain over your eyes preventing you from doing so. a moment later, he lets go and places you back on your feet, and you’re staring at him, wide-eyed.

eyes flitting away, he looks at a point behind you, and you turn around suspiciously. there’s nothing there, it’s all spotless, but you can’t help but feel that something had been there.

he needs to get away, you’ve not given any indication of seeing the other two powers, which means there’s probably something up with him. and he needs to fix it. you’re the first human who’s been able to see him, and he doesn’t even know if you have anything up your sleeve.

“it was a fly,” he makes an excuse, and pulls away as quickly as he can.

he absolutely ignores your look of… something and walks to the other side of a building, before teleporting back to heaven.

absently, he allows the thought to enter his mind.

it’d felt nice holding you.

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well that was my first attempt at writing ateez! i hope you guys liked it ♡♡ thanks for reading!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡

[multistanmess]

Pretty | smg

A/N: just-just look at him!! so beautiful!! he’s the prettiest bean!! 

pairing: boyfriend!mingi x reader

word count: 1.4k 

genre: fluff

It was an unusually quiet afternoon. When Mingi – your loving, towering teddy bear of a boyfriend – had come over mid-morning with stale coffee and fresh donuts, you’d expected some sort of adventure. However, he simply handed you your cup of coffee, dropped the donuts off in the kitchen, and collapsed on your couch. So, there you were, curled up in your arm chair, still wearing last night’s pajamas – one of Mingi’s old t-shirts and sweatpants – as soft music played from the television speakers. Mingi was still sat on your couch, feet now propped up on the coffee table, his nose buried in a book you’d let him borrow.

There weren’t many days that you two had like this: quiet, simple days. With Mingi’s busy life as an idol, and your relationship needing to be kept secret, it seemed all your time was spent hiding in dark corners or running around avoiding anyone who looked remotely like they had a camera on them. You smiled softly to yourself, watching fondly as he pushed his glasses back up his nose. Pretty, you thought. That was one of your favorite words to describe Mingi: pretty. Though he often grumbled when you voiced your opinion out loud – his face turning pink, his eyes dropping from yours – there was just something about the word that felt right. Yes, he was cute; yes, he was sexy; yes, he was even beautiful; more than that, though, he was just… pretty.

He blinked in surprise, reeling backwards, face scrunching cutely at something he read. You giggled at his reaction. Wide-eyed, he looked up from the pages, almost as if he’d forgotten where he was and who he was with. “What?” he managed after a quiet moment. You shook your head, biting your tongue at calling him pretty.

“What? Seriously, jagiya,” he whined, pouting cutely. “What is it?”

“You’re just… pretty,” you finally said, smile breaking across your lips.

Mingi groaned, hiding his quickly reddening face in his book. You laughed at him, knowing that he secretly loved the word. Despite his protests, he loved being called pretty – it was evident in his sparkling eyes and the small, twitch of a smile on his lips. Simply, his pride wouldn’t let him admit it.

After a moment of watching him squirm, you turned back to your own book. Your giggling and his embarrassment slowly died as time dragged on, pulling the sun across the sky until the only light outside were the dim streetlights.

You’d long since put away your book, somehow convincing Mingi to do so as well – though admittedly much later. He’d grumbled and complained, though you’d insisted that if he was going to spend the night, the two of you were having a movie night. Complete with cuddling and pizza. You’d taken it upon yourself to notify Hongjoong of Mingi’s stay at your place (as the leader, he was the one who held ATEEZ’s only cellphone), promising him with a groan to “keep it PG.”

After hanging up on your conversation with Hongjoong, giggling to yourself at the thought that he was now loudly declaring to the others of Mingi’s absence, you went back to clearing the middle of the living room. Pushing the coffee table out of the way, you created a space large enough for the two of you to lounge. Some generic pop song was blaring now through your phone speakers. You bopped along to the beat, tossing blankets and pillows in the center of that space and making a makeshift nest. Through the music, you heard Mingi’s voice – low and soothing – drifting in from the kitchen.

“Yeah, two extra-large pizzas. One cheese, one supreme… Uh, hold on one second—Jagiya!” he shouted in your direction, head popping out from the wall of the kitchen. “You want a drink?!”

A warm feeling gripped your chest at the goofy look on his face. “I’m good, thanks!” He nodded, disappearing once more.

“No, no drinks—”

The song on your phone changed, the tune almost instantly recognizable. The voices of your boyfriend’s members came into the room, the sound bringing a bright grin to your face. You danced to the sound of your boyfriend’s group, giggling at your freestyle choreography. The other boys, who’d become good friends of yours since you’d begun dating Mingi, would have been incredibly disappointed at how you butchered what little of the choreography you knew. That thought turned your giggling into full-on laughter – the image of the disappointed looks on Yunho and San’s faces playing across your mind; you could almost hear Hongjoong, Yeosang and Seonghwa’s exasperated sighs; Wooyoung and Jongho, while less judgmental than the others, you knew would still find your actions the slightest bit tiring. It was no use denying it, you simply were not a great dancer.

When the song came to its end, your sides were aching. Before the next song could get to far, you calmed yourself down enough to turn it off. “Well,” The sudden sound of your boyfriend’s voice made you squeak. “That was something.” Mingi laughed at as you jumped, whirling round to face him. He was leaning casually against the back of the couch, smug grin on his face.  

“How long were you standing there?!”

“Long enough to know that choreo I taught you didn’t stick.”

You blushed. “Well, you know I don’t dance.”

He didn’t respond, his expression softening, eyes glowing with warmth. His lips curled silently around a word with such fondness that your heart fluttered in your rib cage. You narrowed your eyes at him, cheeks growing pink as you asked him to repeat himself. “I didn’t say anything,” he refuted. Whining, you threw a pillow in his direction. He caught it with no problem, laughing at your cuteness. “Alright, stop with the projectiles.” He tossed the pillow back to you, fondly watching as you knelt to rearrange the nest from which you took it.

“I said you were pretty.”

Your face flushed at the word, the warm blanket of the compliment settling over you. You’d never been good at taking them; they made you squirm, much like they did Mingi. “What,” you laughed, attempting to brush off his kind words with humor, “when I was dancing like a fool or—”

“Yes,” he quickly stopped you, “when you were messing up the choreography that I’ve taught you a hundred times. When you were reading your book earlier today. When you tried to be discreet about throwing away the coffee that I brought because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but it was cold and undrinkable. When you told me to go order the pizza in that bossy tone of yours. When you’re fussing over blankets and pillows, making a place for us to sit. When you’re simply sitting there.” The sincerity in his voice made your face grow even hotter. You dropped your eyes from his, looking instead at a stain on the edge of the couch. “I always think you’re pretty,” he finished quietly.

A smile twitched at your lips, your fingers running nervously through the carpet. “I always think you’re pretty, too.”

You heard him laugh before he said, in a sweet, whispered tone, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The doorbell rang and your soft moment was broken as you bounded to your feet and raced for the door, shouting, “pizza!” Mingi’s laughter followed you as you paid the delivery boy, stealing the boxes from his arms. When you shut the door, your boyfriend was stood behind you, ready you help you carry them to the kitchen. The two of you served yourselves wonderfully large slices of greasy pizza before cozying up in the nest you’d made in the living room.

Mingi’s eyes glimmered like stars in the low lighting of the room as he turned on the television. You thought to yourself once more, as you munched on a thick bite of cheese pizza, how pretty your boyfriend was. When he turned back to you and your eyes locked, a mile-wide, dopey smile spread across his pretty face.

“What do you want to watch, jagiya?” he asked.

“Whatever,” you replied, snuggling into his side.

“Whatever?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Zombieland!” he exclaimed, happily munching on his pizza. You groaned, elbowing him lightly in the side before conceding to watch the post-apocalyptic flic. Mingi laughed as the opening credits began to play. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you firmly to his side.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you grumbled.

With a kiss to the top of your head and a fondly whispered, “I love you, too,” the two of you settled in for movie night.   

A/N: my first something in a long time (and the first thing for ateez on this blog!!) it’s a bit short, 'cause my week has been looonngg. still... it cute (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ hope ya’ll enjoyed!! please like, comment, and reblog!! 

have a great day, lovelies!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

김건학, Kim Gunhak

shizziebo asked:

Can I have a roommate!leedo fic where you two have high sexual tension, a lot of intimacy, he sweet talks you into doing what he wants, stuff like that and you’ve slow fallen for him but you’ve agreed within yourself to never act on your feeling in case he doesn’t feel the same and things become awkward between you... and that’s all I have so lets your imagination run wild with this!!!

Group: ONEUS (원어스)

Member: Leedo

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“Gunhak!” she called down the stairs, giving her hair a quick brush before she had to rush out the door. 

“Yeah?” he called back, his deep voice resonating in the stairway.

She threw her brush onto the bathroom sink, rushing to her room to grab a pair of socks. She tried to keep herself balanced while she forced them on. “Keys!” she shouted.

“What?”

She gave a frustrated huff, pulling her socks up the rest of the way. “Keys, Gunhak! Keys! My car keys—where are they?”

“They’re down here,” he replied.

She snatched her heels off the upstairs shoe-caddy. “Okay, but where?” No reply. “Where?” she called, louder that time. She rolled her eyes, assuming he must’ve been out of ear-shot.

She ran down the stairs, jumping two steps at once to save time. She turned the corner into the kitchen, almost slipping on the hardwood. “Where are they?” she asked, considerably quieter this time. 

Like perfect timing, her bread popped out of the toaster. 

She caught it expertly, slathering on some butter. She glanced around. “Gunhak?”

“They’re on the counter,” she heard him say, though she couldn’t place what room from. Probably the living room. He was always working out there, when he had time.  

She huffed. “Dude, we have three different counter-tops in this household.” She took a big bite of toast. “Can you be more specific—OKAY, WHAT THE HECK?” She covered her eyes with her remaining toast. “Uh, okay, dude? We’ve been over this! If you’re gonna exercise while I’m in the house, put on some clothes!”

Gunhak—her roommate of three months—stood in the doorway, a pleased smirk on his face. He looked smug as all get-out and he was half-naked, his shirt having been long abandoned. “What?” he cooed. “Does seeing me shirtless get you all hot and bothered?”

She rolled her eyes behind the toast. “No, it repulses me,” she said. “I work a 9 to 5 office job with a shitty boss and annoying colleagues. What I don’t need to see first thing in the morning is your sweaty man tits—now where are my keys?”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. “I told you,” he said. “On the counter.”

“Which counter?”

He shrugged. “I’ll tell you if you look at me,” he offered.

“Wow, so tempting,” she said sarcastically. With the toast still covering her eyes, she pushed past him. “I’ll find them myself.”

He chuckled. “Aren’t you late, or something? Do you really have time for that?”

She heard a quiet metallic jangle. She froze. “You have my keys, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he said teasingly, the keys jangling again, only louder.

She groaned. “You so do!” She decided: screw it, scarfing down the rest of the buttered toast and facing him. “Give ‘em,” she said firmly, holding out her palm. “I said: give them,” she repeated, enunciating more clearly.

“Why would I do that?” he asked coyly. “It’s so much fun to watch you beg with that nice pantsuit on.”

She scoffed. “First of all, this is the same suit I’ve had for the past two years, and I haven’t washed it in about three days, so it’s nothing special. Second of all, when have you ever seen me beg, Kim Gunhak?” 

She walked forward and pinched his forearm. “Drop it!”

With a small wince of pain, he dropped the keys to the floor. She quickly swept them up, a proud look on her face. “Good boy,” she teased, giving his head a pat, rather puppy-esque.

He pouted. “That wasn’t fair,” he said, rubbing his arm.

She shrugged. “Life’s not fair,” she said. “Get over it.” She gave him a pat on the shoulder as she walked past. “And for God’s sake, have a shirt on when I come home.”

+++

She walked into the company building with a coffee that she picked up on the way. Her heels clicked against the tile with a steady tap-tap-tap.

“How’s your hot roommate?” a voice asked from behind her.

She jumped in shock, some of the liquid spilling onto her hand. “Crap!” she grunted. She spun around, an annoyed glint in her eyes. “Seoyeon!” she chastised the younger employee. “I told you to stop doing that!”

She gave a sheepish smile, doe-eyes and innocent heart-shaped lips making almost everything she did forgivable. However... She wasn’t all pure, incorruptible innocence. 

That was proven by the way she talked about Gunhak. Or any guy she thought was particularly attractive. She was a good kid, though. Hard worker, kind friend, intuitive young woman. 

“I’m sorry!” Seoyeon said apologetically. “It’s not like I try to sneak up on people—it just happens!”

She sighed. “It’s... fine,” she settled on. “It’s fine. Do you have any tissues on you?” She gestured to the splatters behind her. “I’ve gotta wipe that up.”

Seoyeon shook her head. “No way!” she said. “You’re the senior employee and I’m the one that made you spill it.” She pulled a pack of wipes out of her overly-expensive purse. “I’ll clean it up for you.”

She raised a brow. “In exchange for info about Gunhak?” she asked.

“But of course.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine,” she groaned, having an unexplainable fondness for the strange girl that’d started working under her two and a half months ago. “I’ll give you the latest dirt on ‘hot roommate’,” she agreed.

Seoyeon had gained a small obsession on Gunhak after dropping some work-related papers off at their house. If you must know, he answered the door shirtless. That’s why the ‘Don’t Answer The Door Partially Clothed’ rule was invented.

That’s how he’d gained the nickname ‘Hot Roommate’, which is what everyone at work knew him as.

She shook her head at Seoyeon, the one who’d started it all. Because of her, she had an irrational fear of Gunhak stopping by her workplace one day and overhearing that kind of nonsense.

It’d only go to his head, and she didn’t need anymore of his ego clogging up the works.  

She and Seoyeon walked side-by-side, heading to their cubicles. 

Well. Seoyeon’s cubicle, but her desk. As a senior employee, she had to have at least one perk. “So,” she started, taking another swig of coffee, “first thing I saw this morning was his bare, sweaty chest.” 

Seoyeon’s eyes widened, gaining a childish sparkle in them. “Oh!” she chirped. She snapped her fingers. “You finally slept together!”

She almost visibly gagged. “No, thank you! He was breaking rule number three and working out without his shirt on again,” she said. She shuddered. “Ugh, nasty! I’m not gonna be able to get that image out of my head.” She flicked the younger employee’s forehead. “This is your fault, kid!”

Seoyeon giggled naughtily. “If I was you, I’d be thanking me,” she sang. “Not a bad image to have in your head all day.”

“Nope, you’re right,” she said. “It’s a very bad image. Can you stop being such a pervert already?”

She bowed a little, that same risque smile playing on her lips. “Sorry, Miss Senior,” she said.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that,” she sighed.

Seoyeon shook her head cutely. “I feel like I have to,” she said. “You act like such an old lady.”

She gave her a sidelong glare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You wake up, you come to work, you call the younger employees ‘kid’, you never do anything fun and you never date anyone, even though you’ve had so many offers. From really attractive guys!” Seoyeon sighed dreamily. “You even live with one,” she said.

She reached her desk, finally sitting down. She immediately slipped her heels off under the desk where no one could see. “Yeah, well,” she sighed, booting up her computer, “being handsome’s not everything there is, kid.”

“But it sure is a lot,” she hummed, sitting across from her. “I have a question.”

She opened up a few files, immediately getting down to typing. “Is it work-related?” she asked.

Seoyeon shook her head. “Nope.”

“Gunhak?”

She nodded.

“Shoot.”

Seoyeon rested her head in her hands, looking like the prettiest flower that’d bloomed on the finest day in spring. “Why do you have so many rules?” she asked.

She stopped typing. “With Gunhak?” she asked, wanting to make sure she was understanding correctly. Seoyeon nodded. She let out a deep sigh. “‘Cause life’s hard, messy and unpredictable,” she said.

Seoyeon furrow her annoyingly perfect eyebrows. She didn’t even have to wax—it was like she popped out of the womb like that! “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want any accidents or mistakes,” she said. “You understand? I don’t want to fall into something we’re not ready for. I’m not in the mood to date, and despite how much he flirts and acts like a playboy, he’s not interested either.”

Seoyeon pouted. “But how do you know he’s not interested?” she whined. “It seems like you two would be such a good couple. You already bicker like you’re married, and you live together, too!”

She motioned for her to zip the lip. “Enough, kid,” she said. “I told you what you wanna know, and now you’ve gotta work like the rest of us.”

“I think you’re just scared!” the doe-eyed girl huffed. 

She quirked a brow. “Scared?” she echoed.

“Scared,” the girl clarified with a nod. “I think you have a crush on him, but you’re just not confessing to him ‘cause you’re afraid that he won’t like you back and things’ll get awkward!”

She repeated the lip-zipping motion. “Leave it for another day, yeah?” Internally, she was cursing Seoyeon’s name. 

Was she that obvious?

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She walked into the house, immediately kicking off her shoes. She leaned against the door for a minute, sighing to herself. “I’m home!” she called.

Gunhak turned the corner, smiling a little. “Hey,” he said, looking over her exhausted figure. “I made dinner.”

She chuckled. “You mean you ordered pizza?”

He nodded. “In summary, yes.”

She made her way to the living room, giving him a grateful look as she breezed past. She sunk onto the couch with a groan.

Gunhak gave her a concerned look. “You know, you should really go to a chiropractor,” he said. “You’ve been sore for weeks now.”

She grunted, trying to sit up a little straighter. “Doctors cost money, Gukhak,” she said. “We’re already struggling enough. We certainly don’t need that bill added on top of all this crap.” She gestured to the bills laying out on the table, many of them labelled a blaring bright red of ‘overdue’.

He held his fist out. “We’re living the broke college dropout life,” he said.

She bumped his fist with her own. “You are, you mean,” she said, a chuckle rising in the back of her throat. “I’m employed, thank you very much.” 

“Not happily,” he quipped. 

She clicked her tongue. She hated it when he was right. “Fair enough,” she sighed. “Can you shut up now? I just wanna stuff my face with cheesy, carby goodness and forget all my worries and stress.” She grabbed a slice of still- steaming pizza from the open box.

She snatched the remote from the arm of the couch, her finger hovering over the power button. “I recorded the latest episode of that one drama,” she said. “Wanna watch?”

He chuckled. “Is that even a question?” He plopped down next to her, grabbing his own slice.

She nudged his side with her elbow. “Hey, scoot over,” she said. “You’re crushing me.”

He shook his head petulantly, leaning farther onto her. “Nope,” he said. “Not happening.”

“Why, though?” she groaned, pushing him harder. Why was he so freakin’ strong? “I’ve had a rough day, dude. Just back off.”

He took a bite and scoffed, a string of cheese hanging out of the corner of his lip. “It’s because you’ve had a rough day that I’m doing this,” he reasoned. “Human contact is important in these situations.”

She chuckled with a raised eyebrow. “You know,” she said, reaching her hand out to wipe the cheese from his mouth, “you’re really annoying.”

He smirked. “Maybe I’m trying to woo you,” he said, leaning their faces closer to each other.

She leaned an equal amount of inches away from him. “Don’t look at me like that, creep,” she huffed.

“Do you not like it when I look at you like this?” 

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a personal favorite, no,” she said. That was lie. Truth was, she liked it too much. It made her feel desirable, but because of that same thing, it also made her feel dumb. 

She knew he didn’t feel the same way; it was just the way he was. “Don’t be an idiot,” she sighed, pinching his nose. Despite the tone of voice, she made no effort to push him away. 

Sometimes... It was kind of nice to have him close.

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For once, she actually woke up to the sound of the alarm.

Usually, she would’ve pressed the snooze button a couple (thousand) times until she was struggling to get to work on time, but on this particular Friday... She felt awake enough to sit up in her creaky old bed, staring out the window.

The city was still coming alive, a glittering pool of lights being flicked on and cars making their commutes to work. Her eyes raked over the mist building up on the glass. It must’ve been chilly.

She kicked the sheets off and jumped out of bed, too lazy to bother making it.

She walked  down to the kitchen at a leisurely pace. Since she’d actually woken up on time today, she could take her time getting ready. She didn’t have to run down the stairs, slip on the rug or wolf down a piece of toast.

She could eat a proper breakfast for the first time in months. It was her own fault that she hadn’t, really. If she woke up on time, it would’ve been easily avoided.  

As she turned the corner, her tired eyes bulged at the sight of a full plate of pancakes laid prettily out on the kitchen island. She walked towards it somewhat cautiously.

“Are you gonna explode?” she asked quietly. She waved her hand in its direction. No suspicious movement. “No? You’re safe?” 

She let out a relieved sigh, immediately grabbing a fork from the drawer. “Thank God,” she said, enjoying the first fluffy bite. She melted on the spot, letting out a satisfied breath. “Not bad,” she mused. Her finger grazed against something thin and pliable. She looked down and moved her hand. 

A note.

She took another bite of the pancakes before picking it up. The handwriting was immediately recognizable. She’d been dealing with it for the past three and a half months, scratched across random reminders that laid around the house.

Sometimes, neither of them knew what the random post-it notes meant. It’d say something like, ‘dog fur’ and the two of them would just be generally confused. 

They’d found an old shoe-box—still thick with that distinctive ‘new shoes’ smell—that they decided to keep all the weird, scatterbrained reminders in. They always went to it for a laugh wondering, “Exactly what the hell were you thinking when you wrote this?”.

She scanned the note.

Mornin’, gorgeous roomie!

She rolled her eyes at the nickname. Only Kim Gunhak.  

Sorry I wasn’t here. I actually have a job interview today! It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you were gonna find out at some point, so it might as well be now. Since I know you’re a total retard when it comes to cooking, I made the most delicious pancakes for you, as I’m sure you’re eating right now. You can thank me when I get back. I take all forms of payment, so just prepare accordingly. Strip-teases are acceptable and preferred, but not necessary. -Gunhak

She set the note down, chuckling at it. Since he wasn’t there, she didn’t feel quite so embarrassed. 

Her mind wandered back to the relaxed pizza and movie night she’d had with him few weeks ago. “You know...” she said out loud, a smile spreading slowly across her lips. “You’re kinda growing on me, Kim Gunhak.”

That was another lie. 

He’d already grown on her.

+++

The moment she walked into the boringly familiar building, Seoyeon sipped over to her with the brightest, most excited expression she’d ever seen her waiting. 

The girl giggled. “Oh, boy, do I have some news for you, Miss Senior!” she said, clapping her hands together giddily.

She raised an amused brow. “Oh?” she walked on towards her office, adjusting her suit-jacket along the way. “Do tell.” 

“You know that new employee you’re training this week?”

She sighed heavily. “No,” she said, “but I’m guessing the big boss is being a senile asshole again and assuming I know, so we’ll just lie and say that I do.” 

Seoyeon nodded. “Fair enough,” she agreed. Her excitement immediately rekindled itself. “But, anyway! He’s my new neighbor in the cubicles,” she cooed. 

“Lemme guess,” she interjected. “By your standards, he’s super hot.” The two turned the corner, reaching their work-spaces. Everything was exactly the same as usual except... Cleaner. That when she noticed the quiet shuffling off to the side.

She could make out a head of dark hair, but not much else. 

Seoyeon nudged her side mischievously. “Judge it for yourself,” she said with a wink. She walked over with a charming smile. “Hi! I’m Seo Seoyeon. A syllable so nice, you say it twice” The girl gave a polite bow. “You’re Kim Youngjo, right?”

“Yes, that’s me,” she heard him say. “Nice to meet you.” He sounded friendly enough. He had a sort of baritone, raspy tone. If she was a little more like Seoyeon, she might describe it as husky or sexy.  

But then again, she wasn’t Seoyeon with the syllables so nice, you say them twice, so she stuck with baritone and raspy. Maybe a little taut, but she was sure he was just nervous. First day of work, and all.

She walked closer to the two, taking a deep breath beforehand. She was irritated at her boss, but she was afraid she might take it out on the new recruit. 

Seoyeon wasn’t wrong about him being handsome. He had a unique look, but he wasn’t at all unattractive. He had dark hair, almond eyes, a full bottom lip and a nose with a defined slope, but not too much as to be protruding. 

He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place where from. 

She gave him a bow. “Hello,” she said, putting on a polite smile. “You’re Kim Youngjo?” 

He nodded in her direction. She could see him swallow hard. “I know who you are, too,” he said, hurriedly straightening his tie. He bowed as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Instructor.” 

She chuckled at him. “First, Miss Senior, then Miss Instructor,” she joked. “Next thing you know, I’ll be called Miss Coffee Stain!”

Youngjo laughed a little. The humor, no matter how dumb, seemed to make him less tense. “Thanks for that,” he said. 

She gave him a playfully secretive wink. “Thanks for what?” she asked. 

He played along with a small smile. “Absolutely nothing, ma’am,” he said. “Nothing at all.” 

“Good,” she said. She set her papers down on her desk. “If you want to come with me, I’ll show you around the facilities.” She gestured for him to follow her. “Don’t be too nervous,” she told him. “I’ll go easy on you and only show to first six floors.” 

His eyes bulged. “There’s more than 6—?” He caught the playful glimmer in her eyes. “You wee kidding, weren’t you?” he realized. 

She nodded. “I was. Still, I’ll show you around what we do have,” she said. “We may be a comparatively small company, but we do have a pretty incredible break room. The espresso machine’s only broken about three times a month. Big step up from its previous streak of five.” 

With all of her lighthearted joking, he wasn’t as scared by the end of the tour. Much more relaxed. He even made a joke or two himself, and he was really sweet when she thanked him for cleaning her office.

Still, it nagged at her the whole day why she couldn’t remember where she’d seen his face before.  

+++

She peeked her head in through Gunhak’s bedroom door. Sure, she was a little later than usual, but the lights were still on, so he must’ve still been awake. Either that, or he fell asleep with them on again.

She’d started to get into a habit of turning his lights off for him late at night.  

“Gunhak?” she called softly. “You up?” The only reason she knew he was still alive was by the grunt she heard from under the mess of covers he called a bed. “Job interview—?”

“Badly,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to silence her. His back was facing her, so she didn’t know for sure what his expression was. She just assumed it wasn’t any good. “It went badly,” he repeated, dropping his hand with an audible flop.

Gingerly, she walked a little farther into the room. “Did they specifically tell you that you didn’t get the job?” she asked.

“No,” he huffed. He flipped onto his back, a sulky expression glued to his face. “But it was one of those ‘read-in-between-the-lines’ things. You could see it in their eyes.” He covered his face with his forearms. “Disappointed, as usual.”

She sat down next to him on the bed, the mattress dipping down a little. “It’s not your fault, you know,” she whispered, trying her best to sound comforting, even though she was awkward with it. “You just haven’t found what you’re passionate about yet.”

“Well, then, I should get off my ass and find it!” Gunhak snapped, sitting up straight and shocking her. “In the mean time, I’m just sitting here, putting countless burdens on you!”

He frowned. He looked less angry, more sad. “It’s not like we’re rolling in cash, y’know? I just... I want to help, but I have no skills.” He pulled his knees to his chest. “I’m actually losing a lot of faith in myself these days...”

She’d never seen him in this way before. Never so vulnerable and open with her. Never so sad and discouraged. He looked truly like a young man fighting tooth and nail to face his troubles.

Gently, she reached out and rubbed his back. He was so tense. “Well, for what it’s worth,” she started, “I’m proud of you. You’re trying, and that’s half the battle.” She gave a small smile. “Thanks for trying.”

He was still frowning.

“Oh, come on,” she groaned exaggeratedly. “What do I have to do to get you up and about? Give you a kiss?”

His ears perked up. “That might work.”

She flicked his forehead. “That was clearly a joke.”

“Well, you shouldn’t joke about things like that,” he said, gripping her wrist. He leaned forward until they were inches apart. “You made me get excited for a minute there.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. “Wow,” she said, swallowing hard. Surprising herself, she kept her composure. “I can’t believe you just said that out loud.” She pulled her wrists away and stood up. “Allow me to go die of embarrassment now.”

He laughed. “Your face is so red!” he chuckled. He looked up at her. “Something I said?”  

She rolled her eyes. “Loser,” she huffed, turning to walk out of the room.

“Hey!” he laughed, jumping up from the bed. He rushed in front of her before she could leave. “Just a second ago, you said you were proud!”

His smile was infectious, spreading to her own lips unintentionally. “Get out of my way,” she said, shoving him playfully.

He let her move just a little farther away before he lunged at her.

She screamed and dodged out of the way. “Stop it!” she screeched, but she couldn’t deny the laughter that was rising in her throat. She ran down the hall and down the stairs, Gunhak chasing close behind her.

Sure, it wasn’t the safest thing, but it sure was fun.

They ran around the kitchen table a few times, they weaved in and out of the laundry room, and they threw themselves over the couch once or twice, but in the end, they were left in the living room, trapped in a sweaty, giggly hug.

“You know,” Gunhak started, “I think this is the first time we’ve actually hugged.”

She nodded. “Oh, for sure,” she agreed. “It totally is.” Under normal circumstances, this would’ve made her anxious, but she felt too happy and pumped up to care too much.

That is, until Gunhak pulled them both down to the couch, making sure she was leaning into his side. It was such a comfortable position, like it was made just for the two of them, but it set her into overdrive. 

With tinted cheeks, she tried to pull away. 

Every time she got two inches away, he pulled her back down. “Just chill for minute,” he laughed. “I’ve already ranted to you about my crappy day, so now you’ve gotta tell me about your, you industrialist.” 

She sighed in defeat, going lip in his arms and just trying not to let him see how flustered she was. “Wrong terminology,” she said. “Industrialists have to do with company ownership.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “We both know that company would’ve been brutally murdered by now if it wasn’t for you.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Or maybe it would commit suicide.” 

She snorted. “You’re an idiot,” she said. “Who thinks about stuff like that?” 

“Handsome roommates, apparently,” he quipped. He smacked her side playfully. “Now, no more stalling! How was your day?” He settled comfortably back into the cushions, closing his eyes as if he might fall asleep there.

She rapped her fingers against her thigh, trying to think of anything important. “Oh! There’s a newbie I’m training at work,” she said. “He’s pretty nice.”

“Oh, yeah?” Seemingly unconsciously, he trailed his fingers up and down her arm, sending sparks shooting through her veins. “What’s his name?”

Her mind felt scrambled. “It’s...” She couldn’t pick his name out exactly, cursing herself internally. “Youngjo, something,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember.”

He shrugged. “Whatever, it’s not a big deal. You sure it’s Youngjo, though?” 

She thought hard for a moment. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she finally said. “It really pissed me off, because I feel like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember where from. I remember thinking his name was really unique, though.” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “It is.”

“Why do you ask?” 

He flicked her arm. “No reason.” 

“Dude!” She pinched him back, pushing herself up. “That hurt!”

He laughed. “And that hurt me! So, we’re even.”

She laughed along with him, doubling over a little bit. She looked up at him. He was always so free when he was laughing. The way his eyes crinkled and the corner of his lips up-turned so slightly. He looked a lot younger when he was laughing. 

That was probably one of the things she fell in love with.

She shook her head, realizing that she must’ve been staring. She cleared her throat and stood up. “Well... Night, dude,” she said, giving a small wave. She felt a rush of embarrassment run through her veins, but she chose to ignore it. 

He smiled at her. “Night, workaholic,” he said. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah,” she drawled. Something yellow caught the corner of the eye. She turned to it, realization dawning on her. It was another one of Gunhak’s post-it notes. “Hey, Gunhak,” she said, peeling it off the wall, “I found another one.” 

“Say anything important?” he asked, reaching for the TV remote. 

She shrugged. “Pretty,” she said. “It’s just says ‘pretty’.” 

He paused for a moment. “Nope,” he said. “Nothing important.” 

+++

Seoyeon sighed dreamily as she eyed up Youngjo from the back. “Wow,” she said, sighing in a smitten way. “I love how you just insert that paper right into that printer. Like... Wow. That’s a real man right there.” 

Youngjo laughed awkwardly, almost dropping his stack of papers. “Well... Um,” he cleared his throat. “I don’t... Really know how to—”

He was interrupted by the sound of a smack. 

“That’s sexual harassment, kid.” 

He recognized that voice. He whipped around, his shoulders sagging in relief when he saw his supervisor. “Miss Senior,” he breathed out. “It’s so good to see you.” 

She gave a small laugh. “I bet,” she said. She turned her attention back to Seoyeon. “Can you not be so creepy?” she asked. “He’s worked here a full three weeks and you’ve just gotta progressively weirder.” 

Seoyeon smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you mean, ma’am,” she said. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah.” She stared shooing her off. “Now get back to work. And don’t call me ‘ma’am’! I’m not old enough for that yet!” She sighed once the young girl was was out of ear-shot. 

She turned to Youngjo. “Hey,” she said, “I’m sorry about that. She’s a little...” She searched for the right words, but she decided to throw it out of the window. There was no saving that with sugar-coating. “She’s boy hungry,” she said with a shrug. 

He choked on his spit, coughing a little. 

“But really,” she continued, “you should see it as a compliment, ‘cause she only does that towards guys she thinks are really handsome.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s... unique,” he settled on. He shifted his weight. “I actually think it’s kind of flattering,” he admitted. She gave him a look. “No one’s ever been that forward with me before.” 

His cheeks were heating up a little, but he tried to keep a cool appearance. “That’s one of the main reasons I was wondering if I could talk to for a little bit.” His throat went a little dry. “I’d like to ask her out on a date, but I don’t know how to do it,” he said firmly. “I figured you’d have some ideas.”

She stared at him with her jaw dropped. “I don’t usually like to be this casual in the workplace,” she said, “but dude!” She started laughing. “She’s crazy about you! Well, your face, at least. Just ask her!” 

“Well, that’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t want her to just be into my face. I’d like her to be into me personality-wise, too. You see, I like her personalty. She seems funny, deceptively perceptive and she knows what she wants.” He chuckled. “She’s cool.” 

She felt a smile spreading across her face, almost motherly. “You want me to try and wing-man you?” she asked. 

Finally, the cool facade shattered a little. “I... Well,” he stuttered. “You’re right. Totally inappropriate.” He tittered nervously. “Especially for the workplace.” He started gathering his papers. “I never should’ve—” 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you,” she interrupted, making him freeze. “I don’t think I’ll be much help to you since all of my previous relationship have ended in fiery emotional terror, but my roommate might be able to help you out. He’s real smooth with the ladies.” 

Youngjo seemed intrigued. “Really?” he asked.

She nodded. “Really,” she said. 

“What’s his name?” 

She tried to stop herself from smiling, but it happened, whether she wanted it to or not. “Gunhak,” she said. “His name is Gunhak.” 

Youngjo’s eyes widened. “Wait. Kim Gunhak?” he asked. 

Her brows furrowed. “Yeah. He’s really smooth with girls, he’s a master flirt, but he also knows how to make you comfortable. You know him?” 

“Oh my gosh!” he gasped, almost dropping his stack of paper. “You’re the roommate he’s been yammering about for three months!” 

She laughed disbelievingly. “I must be!”

He had a look on his face like ‘what a small world’. “Life is incredible,” he finally said. “Why’d you describe him like that, though?”

She looked confused for a moment. “Because that’s how he... is?” she said. 

“You’re kidding,” he laughed. 

She shook her head slowly. “I’m not, actually.”

“No way!” he said. “Anyone who knows Gunhak knows that he’s kinda quiet and awkward, but still cool. Kinda why he does so badly in job interviews.” He shrugged. “He’s a nice guy, though. One of my best friends.”

She crossed her arms, almost pouting. She remembered she was at work, refraining from it. “He’s not like that at home at all,” she said. “He’s annoying, he likes to tease me...” she trailed off. “But he’s also really cool and nice, like you said. He’s done some really good things, but some really weird ones, too.”

Youngjo smiled knowingly. “I think I get it,” he said. 

“Get what?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. 

He gathered his papers again. “He likes you, Miss Senior.” 

+++

“Gunhak!” she called when she unlocked the door. She had no patience. What Youngjo had said had eaten at her the entire day. 

‘He likes you, Miss Senior.’ 

She thought that was insane. They must’ve known different Gunhaks. 

She locked the door behind her, dropping her purse and shoes in the hall. She didn’t have time to take putting them away. “Gunhak!” she called again, louder. Something pale yellow caught her eye.

She walked up to the post-it note, stuck to archway into the kitchen. 

Yo, it’s Gunhak.

Did he go out? Was it Wednesday? Wednesday was grocery shopping on the chores list. 

Youngjo called me while you were at work... Guess that I’m where you recognized him from.

Her heart beat erratically. So they did know the same Gunhak. 

I’m upstairs if you need me. I really think we should talk. P.S. Bring your notepad. I’m feeling kinda shy and awkward right now.

She immediately dived for her purse, taking out her notebook and a pen. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead, as well as nervousness in her chest, but she pushed it away. She sprinted up the stairs, trying her hardest not to trip.

When she got to the top, she turned the corner into Gunhak’s room, panting a little. 

He was laying on his bed with earbuds in, but he saw her. He quickly paused his music and sat up with widened eyes.

She opened her mouth, about to say something, but he put a finger to his lips, shushing her. She looked confused until he grabbed his pad of post-it notes. 

He pulled out his earbuds, focusing on what he was writing. When he was done scribbling it down, he held up the small, muted-yellow pad. 

He told you I like you?

She was about to answer out loud, but then she remembered the notebook in her hands. She uncapped her pen, quickly scratching down a reply.

Yeah, but don’t worry. I didn’t believe him. 

He looked a little hurt.

Why didn’t you believe him?

She couldn’t think of anything meaningful to write down. The silence was too deafening to her. Her pen clumsily glided across the paper.

Just ‘cause.

He sighed, immediately preparing his wrist for a long stint of writing.

Why didn’t you believe him? That’s a little dumb, don’t you think?

She knew what this was. This is what he was like when he was venting. Writing down literally anything that came down to his mind. He was like a lyricist in that way. But for whatever reason, this sounded a little different. More desperate. 

I’ve been trying to get you to realize that I’ve liked you for the longest time. What do you think all those random written compliments were? About dog memes?

She laughed at that.

I like you so much that it’s annoying. 

Her heart skipped a beat.

I like you so much that I wake up early to make you pancakes. I like you so much that I play with your hair and hope you think I don’t notice. I like you so much that I didn’t want to lose you and you make me terrified, so I act like some tough guy and I was just trying to let you figure it out for yourself.

He hesitated writing the next note, but he pushed himself through it.

I like you so much.

She almost gasped, but she stopped herself. Instead, she uncapped her pen again.

Screw you, Kim Gunhak.

His eyes widened. 

I wanted to confess to you first. I’ve been stressing about it for months. So hard, in fact, I decided against it, actually. 

He stood up from the bed immediately, something foreign shining in his surprising pretty eyes. Had they ever looked so pretty before? He wrote something down very carefully, but he kept it hidden until he stood right in front of her.

He handed it to her rather shyly, like a cute kid from a kindergarten offering his first letter to a girl. 

She took it from his hands, reading over it carefully. To be honest though, there wasn’t much to read. Just a simple question. 

Kiss: Yes or No?

She felt an embarrassed giggle raise in her chest, but she shoved it back down, settling for a smile, completely with reddened cheeks. She spent a second or two with the paper before handing it back to him. 

The ‘Yes’ had been circled with a cutely doodled sunshine. 

He smiled at it. Started to, st least.

His smile was interrupted by her lips, pressing against his ever so gently. He stood there, shocked and eyes wide. 

She laughed softly. “You okay?” she asked, the first spoken word in the room.

He walked even closer to her. She would’ve thought he’d regained his composure if it hadn’t been for the faint pinkness on his cheeks. “Well, then,” he started, “you should’ve kissed better. It didn’t have the right feeling.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. “And what’s this infamous ‘feeling’ supposed to be like?” she asked.

He took a deep breath, face still a little red. “Kinda like this,” he said, gripped her waist gently but firmly. He leaned forward until their lips touched. He didn’t waste much time with just brushing them against each other.

He was decisive. He knew what they both wanted.

They wanted assurance.

She gingerly wrapped her arms around his front. Her fingers laid flat across his back, spreading out like fireworks. It sent electric sparks down his spine, making him lean in further.

He was right. This was much better than what she had provided before.

His force was palpable, but never ever bruising. It was almost like a tease, as if he was telling her that he had more to offer. Every kiss left her wanting more, but gave her such a warm feeling in her chest that she hadn’t felt in years.

She couldn’t help but smile into the kisses.

Gunhak chuckled, pulling away. “What’re you smiling for, gorgeous roommate?” he asked, rubbing her side gently.

“Because, hot roommate,” she started, making him smile wider, “I was fully prepared to jump straight into bed with you, but now that I’ve realized that I love you...” She pulled him into a hug, physically melting into it. “I kinda wanna get dinner with you. I want to go on dates with you, have cheesy anniversaries and movie nights and just take things slow.”

She nuzzled into his shoulder. “You kind of feel like forever material,” she mumbled. “It’s weird.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “True love, maybe?” he said cheekily, hugging her close. They started rocking back and forth together naturally, like it was meant to be that way.

She pinched his arm. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she teased. She paused for a moment. 

“What’s up?” he asked, hesitantly resting his chin on the top of her head, as if testing the proverbial waters. 

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just happy.” 

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(There is a disappointing lack of Gunhak gifs, and I request a revolution.)

Hey, Cheya ( @shizziebo! ) Finally, I finished it. You know, I had actually finished this a while ago, but I rewrote it because I realized that I wrote it way too seriously for the concept. 0.0 Like, seriously. This is a fun concept and I made it lowkey dark. But anyway! I fixed it.

I hope you enjoyed it!

[theonlysoph]

SKZ Reaction to Meeting You for the First Time

Request: “So this one might be a little harder and/or longer. Pick your favorite group to write about right now and write your favorite 'first meeting' interaction with each of them. Make it fun for yourself~ “

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long !!  I’m trying to write more but there’s so much going on and I’m working more than ever. Please be patient if you want to request :) Also I added Woojin as a bonus cuz a bitch is still hurting hehe

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Chan

You had been invited out with some friends to celebrate one of their birthdays. You walked around saying hello to everyone and occasionally being pressured to take a drink or shot, not that you would say no anyways. Tonight was about celebrating! You continued making your rounds until you came across someone who didn’t look familiar. 

“Hi I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Y/N,” you smiled. 

Chan reached his hand out while responding, “I definitely would have remembered if I did.”

After introducing yourselves, you flirted back and forth a little more equally attracted to each other. There was no denying that Chan was an easy person to talk to. But it wasn’t long before a friend pulled you away to go drink with her instead. You gave a quick sorry and silently prayed that you would get to talk to Chan again soon. 

You met again later in the night when both of you were at the height of your drunkness. Some mutual friends suggested that you all play truth or drink. When it became Chan’s turn he was asked who the prettiest person in the room was. Without hesitation your name fell out of his mouth.  

Minho

JYP announced that they wanted to put together a stage to showcase the company’s overall talent in idols. You had been asked to choreograph a couple dance with none other than Lee Know from Stray Kids. You had admired the boy’s talent and only ever heard good things about him from other staff. Even knowing that didn’t relax your nerves when you walked into the practice room. Minho was already there shuffling through his phone’s playlist for the song that the company had sent him.

“Um hi,” you properly greated Minho. Your group hadn’t met Stray Kids yet and you wanted to leave a good first impression.

“Oh you must be Y/N from (group’s name),” a smile graced Minho’s face once he got a better look at you. “And the main dancer I’m assuming.” You nodded. “Great! Let’s get started?”

The two of you danced and choreographed for the rest of the day, and pretty far into the night. During your breaks you talked a little and got to know each other. You told yourself it was so that the two of you would have great chemistry when the showcase finally came around, but you also knew that wasn’t the whole truth.    

Changbin

Your leader politely knocked on the door to one of your senior idols so that you could introduce yourselves as a new group. You were about to lose it because you were going to meet Stray Kids, and most importantly Changbin. He had been your bias since their first show, something about his swagger on stage made you head over heels. You held onto one of your group members, realizing that you were finally going to be in the same room as the group you loved so much. 

From the moment you stepped in the room you tried so hard to keep from staring too long at any of the boys, but your eyes still managed to land on Changbin over and over. When your group finished introducing yourselves, Chan being a dad mentioned that a few of the members were actually really excited to meet your group. Minho lightly pushed Changbin with a snicker which earned him a glare from the younger. Your leader seeing this laughed and replied that you were a huge Stray Kids fan as well.

“Hopefully we’ll be seeing more of each other,” Chan smiled. Right as he said this you and Changbin made eye contact for the first time since entering the room.

Hyunjin

You and a friend made the long drive to go to the boy’s fan sign and concert. With enough confidence for the both of you, your friend went first. Trailing behind, you made your way down the line greeting each boy and telling them how much they meant to you in the few minutes you had with each of them. At the very end sat Hyunjin. 

“Hi,” he softly smiled. You could feel your heart almost stop when his eyes landed on you. 

“Hi you’re group means so much to me and I never thought I would get the chance to meet you and there’s so much I want to say but Korean isn’t my first language but I’m so so happy to finally meet my ultimate bias.” Of all the possible reactions you could have had you didn’t expect to word vomit and make a fool of yourself. You turned red with blush, and looked down, not able to face Hyunjin after what you just did.

What happened next was just as much as a shock. Hyunjin took your hands in his and encouraged you to look at him.  

“Thank you for the kind words. If I knew I was going to meet an angel today I would have prepared something more for you.”

Jisung

You were beyond late for your flight back to the US, and trying so hard not to completely lose it in the line for security. There were only a few more people in front of you then you could sprint to your gate and catch your flight. Easy. Right as you were about to go up to the teller he signalled someone else to his little podium. There were 8 boys who looked around your age and a few other older looking people, all presenting their passports and walking over to security. You were livid.

Fast forward, you had spent the better part of an hour trying to find an affordable flight home, with no luck. You could have just been on time, but if those damn people didn’t cut in front you wouldn’t have missed your flight. You tried speaking to one of the attendants at the desk explaining again that you couldn’t afford the next plane out, when you heard a familiar voice. Speak of the devils.

“I don’t mean to listen but weren’t you in line at security?” You gave Jisung a blank stare, that probably came off really bitchy. “I just wanted to offer to buy your ticket since I’m guessing we made you miss it.”

Felix

Felix walked into the dog cafe and quietly checked to see if his regular table was available. He was a little disappointed to see that it was being occupied by a pretty girl he had never seen before. You were busy playing with a few of the puppies that you didn’t notice the handsome boy looking your way. Deciding it was better not to bother you, Felix instead sought out the golden retriever that he had grown so fond of.

Hours passed for each of you without acknowledging the other’s existence. Every now and then you may have shared a glance, and you both found the other attractive. It wasn’t enough for either of you to do anything more than smile. But luckily that didn’t last long.

All it took was for one of the puppies to grab and run off with your purse. Luckily Felix was able to catch her before she could begin teething and ripping your bag. You apologized, though you weren't exactly sure for what, and graciously took back your belonging.   

In the end it was Felix who took the risk in asking your name and where you were from. You both left the cafe that day smiling, and looking forward to the next time you would meet.   

Seungmin

Your friends had been bothering you to try dating more. It wasn’t that you were opposed to it, you just didn’t see a point in putting so much effort into someone who turned out undeserving. But finally had enough you agreed to ONE blind date set up by your friends. 

The day came and you could not have been more annoyed. No part of you wanted to go on this date but you made a promise and you weren’t a horrible person (though it did cross your mind to stand your date up). Despite your sour mood you got dressed up in a cute little outfit and went. You waited at a nearby park your friends told you to wait at. The only other information they had given you was a name, but how could they expect you to know who Seungmin was?

Only a few minutes had passed before you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw a puppy-dog looking boy making his way to you, with a huge smile on his face. “Hi Y/N, I’m Seungmin! (Your friend’s name) set us up today.” You greeted him with a smile. 

Jeongin

You had always been at the top of your class, and being the new student it wasn’t very easy for you to make real friends. You didn’t mind too much, soon you would be at university and things would be different. In the meantime, you were just trying to graduate and fly under everyone’s radar. 

After class one day one of your teachers asked if they could talk to you. They explained that they had a student who was really struggling, and since you were doing so well, they wanted to know if you would be willing to tutor. You masked your grief with a smile and said yes. The teacher introduces you to Jeongin, and you two quickly exchanged numbers. 

“Thank you again for doing this,” Jeongin said. “It’s just hard to keep up with everything when I have to work all the time. But I promise I won’t waste your time.” 

You guys made plans for your first tutor session then went on your way. You went home curious about Jeongin, you didn’t even know he went to your school. So you looked him up hoping to find his instagram or something. When Stray Kids pop up you fell in a deep rabbit hole but one thing was for sure, Jeongin was the cutest member.

Bonus: Woojin

Woojin had gone to the beach in hopes of clearing his mind. So much had begun to take a toll on his metal health in the past few months. He was bursting at the seams and thought it was best if he could run away, even just for a little bit. He didn’t expect to run into someone else who looked just as lost as he did. 

You sat down on a bench not too far from Woojin, though you didn’t really register his presence at the otherwise empty beach. But the longer you sat out staring at the crashing waves didn’t help at all. It was nice and relaxing, but your thoughts were a war zone making you tear up. There were just too many thoughts in your head to really pay attention to what was happening in the real world in front of you.

A voice startled you saying, “I hope you make it through whatever is eating at you.” It took you a second to realize that it was the same man that was sitting a few feet away. He held a small flower in his outstretched hand and waited for you to take it.