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Take a Ride - K.Y

Tags/Warnings: phew boy…18+ ONLY! MDNI! AT ALL! SMUT. There’s definitely plot there, biker!yeosang, no pronouns really used for reader but there are feminine pet names, very light alcohol drinking, heavy making out, fluff, I barely reread and edited this sorry

Smut Tags: exhibitionism (sex on a motorcycle), oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex, reader has a coochie, pet names towards reader (pretty girl, good girl, baby, doll), fingering, begging, grinding, scratching, PROTECTED SEX, Yeo’s got a big dick, Yeo keeps his condoms in his wallet (don't do that lmao), love at first fuck(???)

Word Count: 5.6k

Playlist:

“Fly - FKJ Remix” by June Marieezy “Body Language” by Doja Cat “Harley’s in Hawaii” by Katy Perry “Pink + White” by Frank Ocean

Being able to have vacation days off from work was difficult, especially in your profession. So when it was offered to you by your supervisor, you agreed without hesitation. As soon as you got home, you messaged your best friend. You had both talked about having a little vacation and going to an island, away from the hustle and bustle of your usual lives, and taking in all the more tropical views that you never got to experience living in a city. That same night you had your bags packed and plane tickets booked for the next morning.

The Airbnb your friend had chosen was stunning. The backdoor opened up directly to the sight of the ocean and the trees surrounding the view. The window in your room offered a similar view. As soon as you opened it, a breeze filled the space, bringing in the salty smell of the ocean with it. It made your shoulders relax a bit, eyes closed as the heat of the sun refreshingly warmed your face. For once you weren’t thinking of all the work that sat waiting for you, or anything that was on your to-do list. You were instead listening to the birds chirping, the waves crashing against the rocks nearby, the leaves on the trees brushing against each other with every waft of wind.

After a few minutes of standing there and swaying gently back and forth with the wind, your friend finally knocked on your door.

“Hello hello,” they peeked their head around to make sure you weren’t occupied. You smiled and waved them in, going to sit on the bed.

“What’s up?”

“Well…there’s this bar nearby that I believe is calling out our names. Wait–” they gasped before grabbing your arm. “Can you hear that? It was just there!” You rolled your eyes at their ever-dramatic antics.

“So you wanna go drinking when it’s,” you shifted to look at the clock on your phone. “It just turned 3:10.” They nodded back excitedly, grin wide on their face.

“And we can get shitfaced and go walking on the beach that’s right outside our doorstep during the sunset!”

…It all did sound very tempting. You mulled it over as your friend sat next to you, bouncing up and down in anticipation. You finally nodded, coming to the conclusion that you were on your own time, not needing to hold back from enjoying yourself. They flung their arms around your neck before getting up and running to go change.

—

For it being a Friday, the building was surprisingly barely busy. There were a few people here and there, drinking and either talking to someone or watching whatever the bar had on TV. You and your friend grab a corner booth. After writing down your order, your friend went to the bar to get your drinks from the bartender. It was then that you heard motorcycle rumbles from outside the building, and through the very tiny window, you could see two bikes parking in one spot. Both people on the bikes got off, and one immediately took his helmet off. He was a bit taller than the other one and had short black hair and a sharp nose. The second motorcyclist had been in the middle of unclipping his helmet when your friend suddenly appeared at your side.

“Here you go! I got a double shot for mine but yours is just the regular amount. I didn’t know how hard you were going tonight.” They said with a smile. Your attention was brought back to the drink they had set in front of you on the small napkin. It was a deep red color and while it had a strong smell, it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Thank you so so much, I owe you one.” You smile at them as you use the tiny black straw to taste the drink, dubbed “The Icey Crab” on the menu. Corny, but the drink is damn good.

At that moment, the two motorcyclists you saw before swung the door to the bar open. The taller one walked in first, leather pants and boots appearing before the rest of him. He stepped in and to the side, as the other biker came in. The other one, the one you didn’t get a chance to see take his helmet off, was…gorgeous, to say the least. His face looked as if it had been carved from marble. There was a slight dark mark on the side of his face and it accentuated his beautiful eyes. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly. Not to mention his arms. His muscle tank allowed his muscular triceps to be on display. And you were certainly taking it in.

“Hey.” Your friend snapped their fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to what they had been saying. Their eyes followed yours over to where the two men had come in and were setting themselves up at the bar.

“Ahh, I see how it is then. Which one were you eyeing?” They smirked and nudged you repeatedly, making you lightly hit their arm and roll your eyes. “I’m going to guess it’s the long-haired one? Definitely your type.”

“Please, I don’t have a type.” Their eyebrows shot up at you over the glass held to their lips.

“Don’t just lie like that, I’ve known you for way too long.” They giggled, eyes going back over to the two men. One of them, the taller one, seemed to look right over at your table at that exact moment, catching your friend’s eye. They grinned and raised their glass in greeting the new man. He returned it back, smirking as he said something to his long-haired friend who was simply sipping on his drink and seemed startled when the tall one spoke. He too followed his friend's view over to your booth, and his eyes landed on you.

“Well, I think I’ve snagged his friend, if you want alone time with him, yeah?” They said as they looked back at you, excitement glimmering in their eyes as they downed the rest of their drink.

“And what happened to us headed to have a little drunk walk on the beach?” You crossed your arms over your chest, a smile on your lips as your voice stayed playful.

“Well, we can do that any other night, right? We have some vacation days, let’s really use them.” They wiggled their eyebrows at you, making you let out a laugh. You see a figure approach the table from the corner of your eye, something you could only assume belonged to the tall man at the bar. You brought your drink up to your lips to hide your smile, as your friend stared at you in amusement.

“Hi,” the tall man’s deep voice seized your friend’s eyes from you. “I couldn’t help but notice your drink was empty.” Your friend looked down at the glass in fake surprise, as if they hadn’t realized what they were doing. Even though they knew exactly what they were doing. It was a tactic they used quite frequently, emptying their glass and waiting for whoever they had been eye-fucking to buy them a new drink.

“I didn’t even notice, how astute.” They smiled at him and raised their glass up in front of his face.

“Maybe we can change that?” His eyebrow quirked as he lightly grabbed the glass.

“Sounds like a deal…?”

“Park Seonghwa,” He introduced himself and looked over at you for the first time, giving you a smile. Almost as a sign of good intentions, ensuring you he didn’t plan on doing anything of ill will towards them. You nodded and looked at your friend, who stared at you. You both had each other’s location tracker on and you knew they had protective measures.

“Alright, Mr. Park, let’s see if you can guess my favorite drink.”

The two of them walked away, and you watched with a smile, feeling glad that your friend could find something to distract them. You knew how busy they had been with their job and family. It was rare for them to go out anymore. If anyone needed time to be a little irresponsible, it was definitely them.

“So, your friend fell for the ‘Your glass is empty’ line?”

A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked at the man standing next to your booth’s table. It was the other biker, the one who had come with Seonghwa. His attention on you made your face burn, and it took you a few seconds to realize what he had said.

“Well, your friend fell for the ‘Oh, my glass is empty?’ bit. Maybe they were made for each other.” You smiled at the long-haired man as he laughed, looking down at the table for a second. His smile was very pretty, especially with how his eyes curved when his cheeks pushed up. His black hair fell into his face, and some impulse within you wished to reach out and push them back.

“Maybe they were.” He looked over his shoulder to the two of them at the bar, laughing about something. You could see a vein popping out in his neck, running all the way down to his broad chest. He was definitely your type, your friend was right. Especially with the way his hands looked as they rested on the table. Fuck it, if they’re gonna have fun tonight, I am too.

“I’m Y/N.” His eyes came back to you as you stuck your hand out in greeting. He took it, a jolt going through you at the feeling of his skin.

“Yeosang.”

Once he sat down on the other side of the rounded booth, the two of you spent hours talking about various things. What brought you to the island, what kinds of jobs you both did (he was a mechanic), what towns you lived in, what town you originally came from, et cetera. He was very interesting, not to mention very intelligent, and while he seemed reserved initially, he slowly opened up to show a more comedic side. The two of you had almost completely forgotten to check on your friends until Seonghwa came by to let Yeosang know that he and your friend were headed out. You gave your friend a good once over, making sure they weren’t shitfaced and still coherent. Relieved to find them acting their usual self, you had no reservations about letting them head out without you.

As soon as they were both out the door, you watched through the window as they climbed on the back of Seonghwa’s motorcycle, putting his helmet on. Yeo laughed at his friend, apparently trying to “act cool.”

“There are times when he struggles to even talk to someone, but then there’s moments where he’s got massive game. I don’t even know how I keep up with him.” You smiled as he kept on talking about his friend, the genuine fondness showing through his words. Something about how he talked about Seonghwa was so deeply endearing. It made your heart flutter a little in your chest.

Your talks kept up as more people filtered into the bar, creating a hotter and stuffier atmosphere. He inched closer and closer to you, both of you struggling to hear the other as more voices came into the building, and the music got louder. After a while, you two just looked at each other and laughed, finding it ridiculous. You couldn’t help but notice, however, just how close he was. Merely inches apart as he leaned into your ear.

“I think we should head out.”

—

Yeosang parked the motorcycle right in a hidden clearing, taking your hand and bringing you to the edge of a cliff a few feet from the bike. You looked over it, deciding that if he was a murderer, he really wouldn’t have been able to kill you with the drop. Sure, maybe some bruises or a scratch, a bit of muscle ache, but definitely not death.

“I’m not trying to murder you, you know,” he lets out with a low chuckle, reading your mind. “I just wanna show you my favorite view out here. Especially with the sun setting. You have to wait a few more minutes, but it’s so worth it.” He smiles brightly at you, and you couldn’t help but look at how the light from the lowering sun made his skin glow. You smiled back, watching as he walked back to his bike to lean against it, his toned legs stretched out in front of him, arms crossed and showing off his muscular build. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you over. You obliged, leaning your body against the seat of the bike, arms brushing his as he stared out at the view and watched the different birds crossing over the water.

You struggled to look at the view, eyes constantly straying over to him and his face, the birthmark next to his eye standing out. It took your restraint to keep from listening to your impulsive thoughts to reach out and trace it.

You wanted to brush back his long black hair to get a better view of it, maybe even gather it up in your hand. That brought on a new wave of thoughts, ones that included your grip on his hair, pushing him in between your legs, eyes closed as he–

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

Your face burned as you turned away towards the ocean, eyes looking downwards. His chuckle reverberated into your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him look over at you, one eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his face. He managed to look both devilish and angelic at the same time, a feat you never realized could be done before.

“Sorry, just…lost in thought.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Maybe you should take a picture next time, hm?” His smile widened a bit after that, and you rolled your eyes, even though the smile playing at your lips contradicted the movement. The water crashed against the shore, providing background noise surrounding the two of you. You had expected him to have turned his attention back to the shifting sunset, but you could still see him focused on you.

You tried to ignore his eyes piercing you, dragging down the length of your body. His tongue peeked out behind his lips, swiping over them in a way you wished to do. Gathering your thoughts that melted all together you slightly turned your head toward him, eyebrow raised.

“You don’t practice what you preach?” You bit out. Something in the way he smiled tossed your stomach in a way not unpleasant. His eyes kept shifting between your eyes down to your lips, eventually losing the battle and fixating themselves on the way you brought your bottom lip into your mouth to lightly bite at it.

“Why don’t you let me do that, hm?” Was the only thing he said before a hand reached out to grab the side of your face. He gave you a chance to pull back, and as soon as he realized you didn’t plan to, he leaned in. You sharply sucked air in, his lips brushing gently over yours as your eyes fluttered closed. After what felt like minutes of building anticipation, he pressed himself against you. Both hands grasped at your face as he deepened the kiss, tongue lightly swiping at your lips.

Maybe it was the one drink in your system, or maybe it was the way your body felt like it craved every possible touch from him, but you let him take complete control. His body pushed you against the seat of his bike, his hands coming down to either side of you to cage you in. This time your hands came up to grab either side of his face, your body pressing into him as if you could get any closer. His hips moved into yours a little, wanting to show you the effects you already had on him. He was strained against his pants, gently rocking into you to find some sort of relief. It made you grin a bit against his mouth, knowing how much power you had over this man you only met a few short hours ago.

His mouth left yours to start trailing against your jaw and down your neck. He sucked harder in some areas that you knew would leave sensitive purple marks in the morning. It was when he reached down the base of your neck under your ear that you let out a sound that fell between a sharp sigh and a squeak. At this, he smiled into your neck, lapping at the spot before gently nipping at it.

“I love your sounds, pretty girl,” he noted before continuing around the column of your neck. It was agonizing, wanting him to finally get to where you truly needed him. You whined as his hand moved to your thigh, slowly starting to make progress toward your core.

“Yeo please–” He hushed you as you started to plead.

“I’m gonna make sure you get what you need, baby. Patience.”

The hand on your thigh came back up to wrap around your waist, gripping so tight that you were sure bruises would form in the shape of his fingers later. Your hands made their way into his hair, lightly gripping the strands and tugging a bit to encourage him to move faster. His eyes fluttered closed and the deep groan that came out of him made you clench around nothing. How could someone make such a sinfully beautiful sound like that?

His eyes opened and it felt like they were staring into the very depths of you. Something dark and exhilarating floated in his pupils, sending a shiver through you as his hands gripped you impossibly tighter, arms flexing in the loose muscle tank.

“Lean back on my bike, doll.” His voice had dropped several octaves and it reverberated in your body, nodding as you listened to his instructions. You place both hands on either side of your body as you lean your weight backward, allowing him to move to the waistband of your jeans and undo the buttons and zipper. Pushing both your pants and underwear down, you kicked them off over your sneakers. As he watched, he caught a glimpse of the damp spot on your underwear and smiled.

“We’ve barely done anything baby.” Your face burned as you rolled your eyes, trying to not fold under his charms.

“Whate– shit.” His fingers cut off your rebuttal as they lightly skimmed over your slit, humming in mockery of your reaction. Your head tilted back as your hips moved up, a futile attempt at trying to get him to press just a little harder. He refused to put any more pressure besides gentle brushes, occasionally nudging your clit when you move your hips just right. His feather-light touches drew out small whimpers from you as you endeavored to keep most of your sounds in.

After what felt like forever, he moved his hand away, making your head dizzy at the sudden shifting. Before you could complain, he was sinking to his knees, gloved hands grabbing your thighs to bring them on his shoulders, shifting your weight around so you were fully reliant on both him and his bike. One of your hands came up to grab his hair on instinct, gripping it between your fingers.

His breath ghosted over your wet lips, making you shiver and tighten your hold on his scalp. The tip of his nose rubbed along your slit, causing you to buck your hips again into him. You looked down, mouth opening to complain about his teasing. However, the sight below you distracts from the whine that had been at your tongue. Yeosang’s eyes meet yours, half-closed in a drunken state. He somehow looked even more ethereal this way, his senses completely filled with just you.

“Please” was all you could muster out. He nodded his head, understanding your plea, and his tongue came out to separate your folds, licking up the wetness he had thoroughly spread. Your body felt as if had simultaneously relaxed from the end of his initial teasing, as well as tensed up from the sensations he gave. His tongue flicked against your clit, making you jolt upwards in surprise. You felt his tongue circle around your clit before he began to suck it into his mouth gently, tongue going back and forth over it. Your stomach tightened up, your grip on his hair pushing him more into you. He hummed at the pressure, causing ripples of pleasure to roll through you.

He released your clit to move downwards, his tongue dipping into your cunt and curving up. Your other hand, the one not in his hair, came up to cover your mouth from releasing the long moan on the verge of slipping out. He continued dipping his tongue in you and flicking up, making it harder and harder to keep your noises in. Your thighs clenched around his head, and his fingers tightened to help keep you steady.

He leaned back a bit from you, allowing you to have a deep breath as you clenched around nothing. You looked at how his mouth shined from your slick, a smile gracing his features as he took a second to breathe. One of his hands released your thigh, and using his nails he lightly grazed across your skin until his hand was at your entrance.

“Is this okay, doll?” He looked up at you with concerned eyes, checking to ensure you were okay. You smile and nod, thumb rubbing his scalp and pushing some of his hair back. He nodded with you, and slowly pushed two fingers into you, allowing you to adjust to the thickness. Your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on the way his fingers opened you. It had been a while since you had anything other than yourself inside you, so the stretch was a welcome burn.

“Breathe.” He gently whispered, making you realize you had been holding your breath the entire time. Your inhale was a bit wobbly, but you finally exhaled and relaxed around him.

“Good girl.”

His fingers started to move, not fully leaving out of you before they were pushed back in again. He curled them upwards, looking for something inside you.

“I need…please…faster,” you shakily managed to get out. He huffed out a light chuckle, and you looked down at him through hooded eyes.

“My baby is so good at begging.”

His fingers picked up their pace, leaving you to struggle to catch your breath. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, as your back arched when he prodded at one spot within you. With your eyes closed, you sensed him pause and move below you, before feeling his mouth suck your clit in again. The new sensation, along with the continuous pressing on the sensitive area in you, had you unable to hold back your moans. Your senses were completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. And the pressure in your stomach started to build more and more with every hit of his fingers.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?” His voice rocked through you, not letting up his movements. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes closed tightly. It was too much to try to hold back and with a few final movements, both hands flew to his head. You held him as close as you could, the pressure on your clit not stopping as you clenched tightly around his fingers.

He could hear you call his name as you finished, and it didn’t do anything to help the pressure in his pants. But he knew that if either of you wanted to move to that, you’d have to take at least one more finger to prepare. So as you came down with deep breaths, he pulled off you. Your head was still spinning as he kissed your inner thighs, bringing you back down.

“I want you in me, Yeo,” you managed out. You could see how much he was straining against his pants, and you wanted to help relieve some pressure for the both of you. His smile was soft and endearing, a switch from the man who just gave you a transcending orgasm.

“I know baby, I want to. But we need to prepare you just a bit more for that, okay?” His words took a moment to process. You thought you had prepared to take him, but as he slowly started to push three fingers in, you realized that you might have trouble walking tomorrow.

“Oh shit,” was all that came out, as the stretch made your eyes roll back. All the pain was masked under the slight overstimulation you felt. It was almost too much, but you desperately wanted to feel all of him in you, and if this is what it took to get there, then you wouldn’t complain.

It wasn’t an unusual feeling, you had experimented with three fingers before, but having someone else do it was what made you dizzy. Especially when his fingers were already so thick, it was more of a stretch than you were typically able to give yourself.

You took a breath, trying to relax around him. It was difficult though, as you kept clenching every time he moved back in. Watching as you sucked him in again repeatedly had him almost drooling. He couldn’t help from going back in, attaching himself to your already abused clit. It made your eyes jerk open in surprise. It made it even more difficult to relax, as you gripped him rhythmically.

“Yeosang, please!” Your voice cried out like music in his ears. He could feel the way your thighs shook around his head, tightening more and more from his attack. He knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, and just as your eyebrows started to furrow up again, he pulled away. His fingers left you, and he watched in a trance as you fluttered around nothing. A whine was pulled out of your mouth, bringing him back to you.

Gently placing your thighs off his shoulders for a moment, he stood, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Out of it he grabbed a condom and placed the wrapper in his mouth. He quickly grabbed his shirt off, then unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and hastily pushed them down with his boxers, kicking them off to the side.

Your mouth involuntarily dropped open. That’s definitely why he wanted me to have three. His dick hit his stomach as he focused on putting the condom on. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement, and you were starting to wonder if he shouldn’t have possibly used four fingers to open you up a bit more. It made your mouth water a bit at the idea of having that stretch you out. You had yet to have a partner with such a gift as Yeosang has, and you were quite excited to see if he knew how to use it.

He gripped your thighs again, putting them around his hips. One hand stayed holding a leg while the other grabbed around your waist. His dick rubbed between your folds as he slightly ground into you. With every motion upwards it caught on your clit, dragging along and making you cling to his shoulders.

“You still okay with this? We can stop now if you want.” It made your heart skip hearing him. He was being considerate, even with how much he was definitely holding himself back from ramming into you. His teeth were clenched, his jaw tense and defining his jawline. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Yes, Sangie.” The nickname rolled off your tongue without a second thought, and it made you both stop and look into each other’s eyes. Something within his chest twisted hearing the way you said his name. And seeing you this way…it was something he knew he needed more of.

Your teeth caught your lip, looking down to watch how his girth spread your lips apart.

“What did I say about letting me do that.” He leaned down towards your face and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch of his soft lips against yours again. Your entire face felt tingly, allowing him to take over control of the kiss. As he pulled away, he bit down gently on your bottom lip, pulling it out slightly before letting it go. And as he rest his forehead against yours to look into your eyes, he finally adjusted his hips to slip in you.

The stretch was almost unbearable. Almost. You were beyond thankful that he prepared you thoroughly. And between your first orgasm and the heated makeout session you two had, you were virtually drenched with desire and need.

He stilled as he completely bottomed out. The feeling of him filling you up completely was overwhelming in the best way possible. Every sense was completely overtaken by the need for more of him. His taste, his smell, his touch. All of it. And after a while, you moved your hips to try to get him to continue.

“Move…please move.” You looked through your eyelashes at him, giving him your best pleading eyes. And looking at how pretty your eyes were in this scenario, it took him all he could to keep from pounding away. He slowly left your body, not fully taking himself out before thrusting hard into you. The movement jolted your body along with the bike under you, and he continued with the pace and force he wanted to use.

You brought a hand up to bite, an attempt at keeping your moans in at the feeling of being so full. He moved his hand from your thigh to grab at your hand muffling your sounds, pulling it away from your mouth and placing it on his chest, before he returned his hand back to your thigh.

“I want…I need to hear my pretty girl,” he groaned out, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts causing moans to spill out. You felt him twitch inside you with every sound drawn out of you. “Can you feel what your pretty noises do to me, baby? You sound so beautiful.”

Your nails dug into his skin, running across his chest and grabbing his biceps. Red streaks followed your fingers, and you felt his hard biceps ripple every time he pulled you onto him. His strength only served to turn you on more, clenching around his length. That erupted a deep groan from his chest, an enchanting sound that you would definitely keep engrained in your memory.

The coil in your stomach tightened more with each thrust. You knew you needed just a little bit more, something to truly tip you over the edge. You took one of your hands off his upper arms and moved to circle your clit. That was it. You were thrown over your precipice as your eyes rolled back into your head. All you could think was Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang.

He watched as your back arched into him, chest pressing against his as he slowed down a bit, letting you ride your waves. You eventually came back down, eyes hazy and glazed over. The slow drags of his cock helped to ride out the aftershocks. Your body fell limp into him.

Yeosang eventually started to pick up the pace, the dazed look in your eyes spurring him on. His low moans in your ear signaled the nearing of his end. His thrusts became sporadic as his grip tightened impossibly more on your thigh. He was using you to get off now and it made a rush of heat fill your body. His hair fell in front of his face, his eyes shut tightly as he focused on his own pleasure.

“Cum, Sangie. I wanna see you cum, please please please.” You whined into his ear, the overstimulation of his continual pace causing every nerve in your body to be lit on fire. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, and they made their way to his back, dragging angry red lines across the expanse. You felt how his cock twitched at that, and a deep groan emanated from his throat. There it is. You kept dragging your nails across his back feeling as his pace started to lose its rhythm. And finally, with one last deep moan, he stilled in you, his face buried deep in your neck.

You felt his breath fanning across your neck, your eyes blinking shut at the sensation. It all felt truly perfect. His deep breaths in your ear, the feeling of being so full of him, his body weight resting slightly on yours, arm around your waist keeping you close to him, the smell of the ocean and your bodies mixed. He slowly started pressing delicate kisses down your neck and into your shoulder, causing a shiver to wrack through your body.

“That was…that was really good,” he giggled in his deep voice. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. He moved away from your neck to look down at you and your blissed-out face. He swore he could stay like this forever, watching as the light from the sunset cast beautiful colors onto your skin, giving you a glow.

And then your eyes opened to meet him again, and something about the way you smiled at him made him realize that this was not just a one-time thing.

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Wrong Number? Nope, Right Number!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, little bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Requested: nope

Summary: Steve meant to text his girlfriend but accidentally texts Y/N. In the end, she becomes his girlfriend, so was it a wrong number or a right one?

Author's Note (edit— 27 Nov 2023): hiya peeps! I just found a picture of the meme I'm referencing in this fic, here it is:

enjoy!

"Okay, thank you Lamar! Have a good day!" Y/N called out, smiling when the grumpy old man gave her a mock salute and left with a smile of his own. She was glad only she got to see that side of him. As she relaxed back on her chair, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Who could that be? Frowning, she took out her phone and opened the message.

Unknown: Princess, hi!

Y/N: Who is this?

Unknown: Sorry wrong number.

A devilish smile bloomed on Y/N's face as she decided to troll the person on the other side.

Y/N: No come back I'll be your princess

Apparently, the person on the other side had the same idea.

Unknown: We will meet again, in another life

Y/N: I love you

Unknown: I love you too princess

Laughing to herself she kept her phone away, deciding not to delete the chat with the stranger because it was too funny. At least they could take a joke, and throw one back at her. She loved people like that. Looking up when another customer walked in, she offered the woman a dazzling smile, her spirits lifted because of the stranger.

On the other side of the conversation, Steve Rogers laughed at the bolster the other person displayed. He thought he had most likely texted a man (with a sense of humor) so he had effectively trolled the person back. Exiting the conversation, he opened the chat with his actual girlfriend, Danielle, to whom he texted the same words he had the stranger.

Steve: Princess, hi

Danielle: hey

Steve: You remember our plans for tonight?

Danielle: oooooh, sorry about that, I completely forgot! I can't make it tonight

Steve: what?! why not? I had this planned out a week prior!!!!!!

Danielle: I'm really sorry, Stevie!! but I can't cancel this plan :(

Steve: baby come on, please!!! try!!!

Danielle: it's work, I cannot, I'm sorry

Danielle: byee, ttyl ❤

With a frustrated sigh, Steve threw his phone on the bed before picking it up to cancel the reservations he had made at a restaurant called Alessandro. Why he started dating Danielle he couldn't understand. This was the third time in a week she had cancelled their plans. She was… something. Not his type would best describe it. Oh, but the sex was good. Fuck.

After the call ended he went through the messaging app again, only to see his text with the stranger from an hour ago staring back at him. He clicked on it and typed out another message.

Unknown: Do you wanna be friends? loved the joke lol

Y/N looked away from her book when her phone buzzed yet again. She saw a message from the stranger and grinned, replying to them.

Y/N: ha, I thought you'd be creeped out lmao

Y/N: took it surprisingly well, have to admit

Unknown: couldn't help myself. my name is Steve Rogers

Y/N: and my name is Tony Stark come on dude who are you kidding

Steve frowned at his phone. He was telling them the truth!

Unknown: No, really, I am Steve Rogers

Y/N: fine, this time I'm Natasha Romanoff

Unknown: I'm telling you the truth!!!!

Y/N: got photo proof or something???

Unknown: *sent a photo*

Unknown: happy?

Y/N froze in her seat as she stared at the picture. He was dressed casually in a grey t-shirt and she was pretty sure she hadn't seen that image anywhere before. Not on his Instagram, not on his Twitter and certainly not on the news. He clicked it just then? That was the only possibility, right?

Y/N: holy shit are you serious????? I mean I haven't seen that picture before anywhere it could really be Steve Rogers

Steve: It is me. you still haven't told me your name, princess ;)

Y/N's stomach unknowingly fluttered at his comment.

Y/N: har har. my name's y/n, nice to meet ya, "captain rogers"

Steve: ouch, you're judging my title now, princess??????

Y/N: still not convinced it's Captain America.

Steve: alright how about this? facetime.

Y/N: hmm… fine. but the moment I confirm it's you I'm ending the call because I'm at work rn

Steve: deal

And suddenly, her phone started ringing. She quickly checked herself and picked up the call, eyes going wide when she saw the face of the handsome Captain grinning at her. "Hi there Y/N, nice to meet you," he winked, causing her mouth to open and close several times. "It really is you," she whispered. "Yep, it is me. Convinced?" She nodded furiously.

"Okay, I'm ending the call because… at work, ya know."

"Go ahead."

Y/N ended the call and kept her phone away, her hands trembling. The phone buzzed again but she paid no mind to it. Holy shit, did I flirt with Captain America? Y/N knew he had a girlfriend, she had spotted them once at a restaurant when she was on a blind date (whom she didn't really like). What if his girlfriend found out?

Shaking her head, she took her phone in her hands and opened her chat with Steve.

Steve: your face was hilarious 😂

Y/N: I'm really sorry, Captain

Steve: What are you sorry for?

Y/N: I don't think I should text you, you have a girlfriend and what if she found out we've been texting??? let's call it what it is, an honest mistake and leave it at that. I really don't want to come between your relationship, sir

Steve hated how formal she suddenly sounded. The moment he had looked at her, he felt something deep inside him— something that Danielle had never made him feel. He wanted to get to know Y/N better, maybe become friends with her. And eventually her boyfriend, a small voice in the back of his head whispered. Steve didn't complain.

Steve: hey, it was not your fault, okay? I texted you first, I asked to be your friend. I'll not tell her, heck I'll not tell anyone. this can be our little secret, how does that sound?

Y/N: really?

Steve: yeah! and don't worry about Danielle, I'll take care of her. you won't be coming between our relationship, I can assure you that

Y/N: fine then, sir

Y/N: nice to make your acquaintance :)

Steve: call me Steve, princess

Y/N: uggggggghhhhhh you're not gonna let that go are you??? 😩😩🖐🏻

Steve: nope, never 😂

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Y/N: look at this meme I found

Y/N: *sent a photo*

Steve: wtf 😂

Y/N: language!!!!!

Steve: you too????? 😒

Y/N: everybody knows, dude

Steve: I suppose it is a badly kept secret 🤦🏻‍♂️

Despite the words he was typing, Steve outright laughed, startling Sam and Bucky who were in the room with him. Many months had passed since Steve and Y/N became friends; even though they had never met in person, Steve had grown to care for her. She was a good friend, as good as a friend she could be when he had a girlfriend.

Whom he didn't want anymore.

"Alright, out with it. Who are you texting? Gimme that phone!" Sam spoke loudly and Steve barely managed to hold on to the phone as Sam tried to grab it. "What are you talking about?" Steve stammered and Bucky rolled his eyes. "You've been pretty immersed in that phone of yours since the past few months. Who are you talking to?"

"What makes you think I'm talking to someone?"

"The fact that you're typing? Duh. I'm sure it's not what's-her-face, she has never been able to make you laugh so goddamn hard. Pretty sure you've used your phone more in these months than all those years you've actually had it," Sam huffed. "Fine," Steve sighed, "I made an online friend. She's great."

"She?" Bucky cocked an eyebrow, "Got a photo?" Steve showed them both her picture and Bucky exhaled. "Definitely more beautiful than Delilah." Steve didn't even correct him because at this point, he was close to forgetting her name himself. They had been going out for a little less than a year, but he never felt with her what he felt with Y/N.

Besides, he was pretty damn sure that Danielle was actually cheating on him, since he hadn't really met her in the past 2 months. They hung out once and even then, she made excuses to leave early. "Seems the funny type," Sam added, curiously gazing at the picture. "She is," Steve smiled wistfully.

"Hey baby!"

Surprised, he whirled around to see Danielle standing in the doorway of the room, dressed in a sheer black dress that no doubt had no lingerie underneath. But that's not what caught his attention. Bucky carefully sniffed the air as a smell all too familiar filled his senses. Steve recognized it as well and suddenly, he couldn't help himself.

"Get out," he ground out, glaring at her. Danielle's smile dropped. "Baby—" He harshly interrupted, "Don't call me that. We're done. Go back to whoever you're cheating on me with." Danielle's eyes filled with tears. Fake. "Cheating? Steve, I'm not—" Bucky clicked his tongue, not an ounce of remorse in his eyes as he rushed to defend his best friend.

"That's the same cologne I use, girlie, no need to lie. That smell is radiating from you in strong waves, ya know? You can't fool us," he sneered. Danielle's nostrils suddenly flared at being caught. "Fine," she seethed, "He's much better anyway." All three men snorted as she stormed out, knowing that wasn't true. "Well. That was that. You're free, Cap, congrats."

Steve didn't feel bad at all, he was relieved, even. He was already starting to forget her as he opened his chat with Y/N, sending her a text.

Steve: Danielle and I broke up just now

Y/N: IS IT BECAUSE OF ME?????? I FUCKING TOLD YOU STEVE LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I'M SORRY 😭

Steve: Y/N, shut up!!!! it's not your fault, she didn't even know. I found out she was cheating on me, turns out that man wore the same cologne as Bucky and she forgot to cover it up

Y/N: goodness that's horrible, cheating on Captain America???? who would do such a thing??? I'm really sorry :(

Steve: it's alright, I'm not really… sad

Y/N: you shouldn't be 😤 keep your head up, king 👑

Bucky and Sam laughed over Steve's shoulder as a smile spread across his face. Finding his confidence, Steve sent another message.

Steve: Do you wanna meet up right now? assuming you aren't busy. I'll bring Sam and Bucky if you want

Y/N: THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER?? FUCK YEAH LET'S MEET AT ALESSANDRO FOR DINNER 🎉🍻

Steve: princess, you trying to make me jealous? :/

Y/N: they are the coolest no cap, maybe even cooler than you ;)

Steve: :(

Y/N: I was joking; god, you insecure puppy! anyway, how does my plan sound?

Steve: perfect. we'll meet there at 8:30.

Y/N: Deal. See ya, say hi to Bucky and Sam from me

Y/N: no wait I'll tell them that myself when we meet, along with how huge of a fan I am of theirs and how they're 1000x better than you, shield man

Steve: PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!!! 😡

Y/N: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 KIDDING CAP OMG LEARN TO TAKE A JOKE ok ok my bad you just got broken up with I'll take it easy on you tonight.

Bucky and Sam were in tears by the time Steve kept his phone away, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. He didn't mind her teasing one bit; she did it often and by now he was so accustomed to her bullying that it always made him smile when he saw a mean message from her. Because he knew she didn't mean it. She couldn't. She didn't.

Y/N squealed loudly in the comfort of her own home, not believing the fact that she was actually going to meet Captain America in… 30 minutes. Scrambling off her bed she quickly rushed into the bathroom for a quick wash. Sure, while texting him she'd appear nonchalant but in reality, she was nervous about every message she sent him.

That nervousness had faded 3 months into their friendship. That day, Steve and the other Avengers were doing some sort of a press conference, which was also broadcasted live on TV. She was watching it at home, smiling to herself every time he talked. He appeared so composed and stoic but only she knew the kind of man he was.

Oh boy, was Steve Rogers… something. His mind was constantly filled with dirty innuendos, he made lots of stupid jokes and was extremely flirtatious. Complete opposite of a man she had thought him to be. That day, another devilish idea came to her mind. While watching, she had quietly texted him from home.

Y/N: Looking good, Rogers

Steve had taken out his phone the exact moment she hit send, so she knew he was reading her message when he smirked at his phone.

Steve: Princess, you watching my interview?

Y/N: hell yeah I am

Y/N: ngl, Barnes looks much better

And she had noticed how he quietly smiled at her message, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. The tremors of his shoulders gave him away.

Steve: nope, that's simply a lie, my dear

Y/N: nuh-uh, is not! fucking look at him, that metal arm makes me 🥵

This time Steve couldn't contain his chuckle and everyone had turned to him. He quickly slipped his phone inside his pocket, cheeks turning red. "Sorry, sorry, just my girlfriend," he had lied, "Please continue." And Y/N still felt butterflies at his lie. It was wrong, he was taken, but she still fell for him.

I fucking wish I was your girlfriend, Rogers. Well, now he was single but she wasn't just going to pounce him, he needed some time to himself. After getting ready, dressed in a cream cable knit sweater, jeans and white sneakers, she left for the restaurant. Sam, Bucky and Steve were already waiting outside.

The moment Steve's eyes landed on her approaching figure, he was floored. She looked wonderful, and I mean wonderful. There was a tiny smile plastered on her face, her hair lightly swaying with the wind, her natural beauty unparalleled as she wore minimal makeup.

Danielle always had obnoxious makeup on and while he wasn't opposed to it, Y/N's natural beauty made him tingly inside. "Cap!" His head snapped up and he saw her running towards him, before promptly stumbling over something as she fell forward, colliding against his chest with an 'oof'. Steve instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, wasn't that embarrassing, in front of my two favorite heroes, even…" Y/N sighed, laughing when Steve playfully shoved her away, frowning. Sam did not hesitate to take her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. "Sam Wilson at your service, mademoiselle," he whispered seductively and Y/N burst into a fit of giggles, her face flushing.

"I'm Bucky," Bucky introduced just as flirtatiously, pressing his lips to her cheek in greeting. Y/N flushed more. "You three are the worst!" Steve groaned as he stormed into the restaurant, Y/N's giggles following him inside. "You know I like you, Steve!" she mocked, grabbing his hand as he paused by a 4-seater table.

He couldn't bite back a smile. "I know you do, princess, who doesn't?" He looked at her just when she was about to say something but she simply kept her mouth shut as Bucky and Sam arrived at the table as well. Weird. The four of them sat down, Y/N naturally sitting next to Steve. "So, how did you two meet?"

"Do you think we're announcing a relationship, Bucky?" Y/N deadpanned and he snorted. "Just answer the damn question, woman," he snarked back and she looked at Steve, giving him a small smile. His hand unconsciously reached for her hand under the table and she let him take it, deciding not to let nerves get the best of her.

"Well, he texted me first, called me princess. But when I asked who it was, he said wrong number. I suddenly wanted to troll him, so I sent come back, I'll be your princess and he replied with in another life, we'll meet again and then we both said I love you," Y/N spoke animatedly. "Isn't that the cutest love story ever," Sam crooned.

"I thought it was a hilarious conversation so I texted her if she'd like to be friends. She didn't say no and here we are, meeting for the first time in person. Still the same Y/N," Steve grinned at her. "Of course, Cap! Would you believe the number of memes I've sent this man? Do you even know how dirty this man's mind is?" Y/N laughed. They ordered food.

"By all means, princess, tell us. Him? The man who can't say fuck with a straight face has a dirty mind? I don't buy it," Bucky scoffed, leaning back on his seat. "Hey, find your own nickname, that title belongs to me," Steve frowned and Y/N choked with laughter behind her glass of water. "How about mine?" Bucky winked.

"Smooth, Bucky, real smooth," Y/N whistled and Bucky smirked. "I am known to be quite the charmer." He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "Stop hitting on my girl!" Sam, Bucky and Y/N thought he was joking as usual so they brushed him off but Steve was serious. Just as the food arrived, Bucky noticed his friend's sullen expression. Oh, he wasn't kidding. Huh.

He effortlessly shifted the conversation. "So, did you hear that he and his girlfriend broke up?" Bucky spoke as he dug into his plate of pasta. "I do know, I'm really sorry, Steve." She rubbed his arm and he gave her a smile, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Appreciate it, but thanks. I'm doing good. Keeping my head up," he hinted and she laughed.

The dinner went amazing, Steve and Y/N bonded even more. When it was time to leave, Steve offered to drop her home while Bucky and Sam retired early to the compound. As Steve and Y/N walked towards her apartment building, he turned to her. "I was wondering if you'd like to do this again sometime." She glanced at him. "Sure!"

"Sans Bucky and Sam."

Y/N paused. "Rogers… like a date?" she drawled and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes. Next week?" She seemed hesitant. "Steve, you just broke up with your ex, I don't want to be a rebound…" His eyes widened at the suggestion. "You won't be a rebound! I've liked you for a while now, Y/N, trust me."

"She made it easier, didn't she?" Y/N hummed. Steve took her hands. "Please, princess, I mean it. I'd love to take you out to dinner again, just the two of us." Y/N exhaled loudly. "Fine, fine. Good that I like you too, as insufferable as you are." There's my Y/N. "Awesome. So we're meeting next Saturday, there's this amazing pizza place I know…"

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Y/N anxiously sat on the bed in Steve's room, waiting for his arrival. 8 months had passed since they had started dating, but they still hadn't said those golden words to each other. Steve was currently on a mission, he had been gone for 2 months. Y/N was terrified everyday. Today, though, he was supposed to come home. An hour ago. Where is he?

All of a sudden, the doorknob to Steve's room twisted and the door opened. At first Y/N almost yelled out stranger danger but then she recognized him. Wow, that beard suits him. "Steve?" Steve's head snapped towards her and a huge smile bloomed on his face. "Y/N?! You're still up, baby?" he asked as she jumped in his arms.

Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears. "I was worried, you twat," she mumbled and Steve laughed. "I'm sorry. Well, I'm here now, and I've got no mission for the next month. What do you say we go away for a week on a vacation?" She pulled away from him and nodded excitedly, sniffling and wiping her tears.

"I love you."

He froze for a second before recovering, his arms going around her waist tight as he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her fiercely yet gently. "I love you too, princess." And what was once a quiet, cute moment turned into something else as Y/N burst out laughing. Steve frowned at her in confusion. "It was a heartfelt confession, why are you laughing?"

"Steve," she wheezed, "Do you really not remember? How this all began in the first place?" And his mind suddenly went back to the time when she was nothing but a wrong number. He couldn't help his own guffaws as he carried her to bed, laying her down before hovering over her, smirking at her.

"Now I mean it, princess."

Y/N yanked him down for a kiss and he happily obliged, hands fisting around the hem of her t-shirt. "It's been a long two months, baby girl…" as he promptly tore the t-shirt from her body. Y/N didn't mind in the slightest.

One honest mistake turned into the most beautiful relationship to ever grace the earth.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Leave a like if you did!

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serafilms · 3 years

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enhypen with an idol s/o !

↳ pairing – enhypen x gn!idol!reader

↳ genre – fluff; crack; headcanons; gender neutral reader

↳ warnings – none

heeseung !

your biggest fan? yeah no that’s just him

will 100% buy multiple copies of your albums for no reason

“hyung why did you buy so many?”

“i nEED TO SUPPORT MY BABY”

actually lets out a squeal if he pulls your photocards

stars in his eyes when he watches you perform

and when he sees you speaking english

will copy your accent lmao

and pretty much when you do anything

will post dance covers of your comeback on tiktok

surprisingly fans have yet to find evidence that you're dating him

all they can confirm is that heeseung is a fan who has a fat crush on you

luckily that means he can have heart eyes for you whenever he sees you at award shows

he will always be the first to support you no matter what

jay !

mans has a cool guy façade to keep up

but you're really out here trying to bring it down

literally everything you do

sexy concept? he'll probably pass out

cute concept? would not be able to hold back his squeals

cool concept? would drool on the floor

you posted a dance cover of drunk-dazed on tiktok after it dropped and jay messaged you immediately after to praise you and fanboy over you

so so so soft for you and will give you all his uwus

would probably send reaction memes of both you and himself and you're just like "??????"

it's a thing now

you send memes of him from twitter and anywhere else and he sends memes of you

sometimes it's a while before either of you can reply but it's a good way to feel closer to one another

jake !

kinda memey vibes

aussie idols just........ yeah y'all get it

y'all were guest mc's together and there was this bit where you both had to speak english to one another

you messed up the line and you both just started giggling

everyone else was confused but y'all just couldn't stop

the producers had to separate you two after because you laughed every time you made eye contact

fans were a little sus after that but they just wrote it off as idol interactions

recite memes and vines together ("deez nUTS")

will always support you

his secret stan acc is mainly enhypen and your group

will always message you even when he's busy to make sure you're getting enough rest and eating properly

if he suspects something's wrong he'll contact your leader or manager to make sure they sort it out

is always ready to fight your company if they mistreat you

top tier idol bf material

sunghoon !

power couple vibes

think kai and jennie (rip jenkai) but make it 4th gen kpop

loves having a say in your comebacks

like he doesn't need an s/o that's super talented or perfect but we all know from i-land my dude laughs at people who aren't good

he'll give advice on how to do a dance move better or help you with lyrics or vocal techniques

also tells you what hair he thinks you should try and feels a swell of pride when you send him a photo of it after getting it done

begs your stylist to let him choose your outfits sometimes

they said yes just to shut him up but the fits ended up being surprisingly good

fashionista couple

you two are shipped together even without any interactions because of your similar personalities and great sense of style

you're both a little bit more quiet than other people but towards each other it's just constant teasing

he will clown you for every meme he finds of you on any form of sns

but don't let that fool you, he has your pc in his wallet

sunoo !

heart eyes #2

your biggest fan in the whole world

has predebut photos of you that your family sent him and sends them to you to squeal about how cute you were

will message you after every single thing you put out there

a new sns photo, a teaser photo, mv, performance?

sunoo's already on it

"y/n you look so pretty" "y/N YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU DYED YOUR HAIR"

would send you recordings and spoilers of enhypen’s new comebacks to try and bribe you into spoiling yours for him

you gave in very easily

it was fun at the time but now you're both struggling

it's hard enough to try and not spoil your own comebacks, let alone each other's

so now you're both just trying so hard not to let anything slip but it's too late to get out of the arrangement because you still want spoilers

jungwon !

so professional that nobody will ever suspect you two are dating

as far as netizens can tell you two are just acquaintances

like would bow at each other at awards shows but no further interaction

little do they know behind the scenes at award shows you and jungwon will meet up near the waiting rooms and eat snacks together

it's very important to him to make sure you're getting enough to eat so he always brings extra and hides them from his members

even if you two are on a variety show together you're so good at faking that you don't know each other

seriously you guys need to star in a drama

at this point you could literally be spotted outside the hybe building and they'd be like "no no she's probably just taking a walk in the area"

so subtle that if you announce you're dating the whole internet would blow wide open

niki !

puppy love

that's all i have to say

you're both so shy when it comes to pda

just like jungwon they'll never suspect you're dating

4th gen dance power duo

you did a performance stage together and the edits went on for months

the behind the scenes were so cute too

you two had to pretend you didn't know each other but couldn’t keep away from each other either

sharing glances across the room and playing around when the cameras were off

fans have noticed that you two were on your phones a lot but they never suspected that you were just texting each other across the room

but learning the dance together and practicing it was really fun even if you couldn't openly be a couple

after it was aired you two went out to get food together

it was dark so nobody saw you but you still got scolded at the dorms

but it was worth it

teen idols in love :')

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feelingofcontent · 3 years

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DNP Rewatch: Exposing Our Instagram Explore Pages!

Date video was published: 03/07/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 373

The first joint video of 2018, but there are many more coming!

0:00 - also the first main channel video with Dan’s silver hoop earring

0:04 - gotta admire Phil’s commitment to doing a different intro bit in every joint video, lol

0:42 - that is slightly terrifying

0:47 - do they really need to get to know each other more at this point haha

0:53 - Dan foresees a lot of editing-out for this one... “this might end up exposing us in ways that we weren’t prepared for.

1:09 - “I pull your chair out, tuck you in, and send you off on the adventure” wtf Phil...and Dan with “and you wonder why I didn’t send you Christmas cards”

1:28 - the betrayal and that selfie from Phil...surprisingly good aim from Dan

1:52 - they immediately find that hilarious... “it’s just who I want to look at” okay Phil

2:20 - I love Dan’s reaction to the scenery

2:31 - it’s fun pausing this video to see what’s there that they don’t click on and discuss

2:55 - omg. and Dan! “if we were holding that between us...”

3:16 - did not click on the half naked men in tubs I see

3:35 - such different reactions to that slime

4:10 - “save them to your camera role for later in the day” um 😳

4:17 - that looks delicious

4:25 - “I want you to shove it up my ass” ...they sure say a lot of things in this video

4:39 - “cake, dogs, and things that are weirdly sexual” ...Instagram has got Phil figured out pretty well

4:52 - “imagining that feeling of pressing your fingers down” Phil...Phil. 😳

4:57 - a very rare Phil editing error with the black bar on the side there. the turn-around time on this video was quick so I’m guessing he didn’t review it as much as normal

5:12 - personal space does not exist

5:22 - there are quite a few pregnancy-related things on Phil’s page that they don’t click on

5:38 - “that’s my ideal video” that look Phil gave to the camera makes me think he knows that was saying a lot

5:49 - mmmmm...I don’t know about this

5:56 - neither of them like this one

6:17 - of course when Phil imagines himself in that, he imagines Dan as the other person

6:26 - “Phil watches Riverdale for the plots” 😂

6:40 - Dan looks so proud that he made Phil laugh at that

6:58 - yeah this is just disturbing

7:08 - jesus christ

7:17 - “we’ve all flagged you in our minds” perfect

7:20 - tiny nose boop 🥺 and the “Danny”

7:26 - Phil’s not going to let him get away with that

7:39 - first picture on Dan’s grid at this time was from their Oscars party (which Phil fell asleep during again too)

7:43 - dying 😂 not at all subtle there on what Instagram thinks Dan wants. Phil is finding it hilarious

8:03 - and Drag Race. seems about right

8:10 - more little face touches

8:13 - Dan has managed to take his phone back but Phil is so excited he’s bouncing, lol

8:24 - Dan tries so hard to explain

8:44 - adorable dog...Phil is speechless and then squeaks 😊

8:48 - “I’d nibble on that sausage” ...Phil’s turn to make a face at something Dan says rather than the other way round

8:53 - well that’s a nice one

9:22 - Phil is not letting Dan get away with any of his excuses for things in this

9:45 - Phil is really quite smiley in this video

9:55 - ahahaha Dan’s face at that one

10:12 - “a big fight indeed...it’s me and you” oh 🥺

10:20 - a very touch-y Phil in this video

10:23 - Phil is not wrong about that being something Dan would wear 😂

10:43 - the cymbal crash in the background is great

10:51 - oh my god...it took Dan so long to see it correctly

11:21 - Dan should be scared at this point haha

11:52 - “divers, dogs, and fur suits” 😂

11:55 - air-quotes “style” twice to make sure we get it! Phil does not give a shit in this video

12:16 - don’t know about the wording of that

12:41 - LMAO at Phil’s map drawing

12:44 - “so much time with me on a bus” Dan can’t even look upset about it

13:02 - Dan saying “that was creative” about Phil’s last video 🥺

This is often considered a “damage control” video after Trying To Live My Truth and Dan’s following live show. I’m just going to link to @yikesola‘s thoughts on that, because Renee explains it much better than I could.

But in hindsight this is just a fun joint video, and even at the time, if you were just a casual fan without any of that context, I don’t think you would notice anything “off.” Although they were being extremely loud. The glass closet was definitely getting more and more transparent in 2018.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #daniel howell #phil lester #danisnotonfire #amazingphil videos #Exposing Our Instagram Explore Pages!

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sukiglycerin · 4 years

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dating midoriya hc? you could add baku & todo if you want but i’m a sucker for dating hcs ><

dating headcanons

* characters: izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou

* genre: FLUFF !!

* words: 599

* warnings: todoroki’s problems (fashion, familial, etc)

* a/n: for once, i have.... nothing to say LMAO,,, thank you for your support! i have a lot of requests that i’m excited to get started on~~ i hope you like this!

izuku

at first, he's SUPER shy

blushing, stuttering, probably crying at one point

because !! you're his s/o now?? and you're perfect??

this man: whipped

he'll be kind of clumsy at first, esp if you're his first serious relationship

"should i get them flowers?? no no, maybe a card?? a hug??? my limited edition all might figurine???"

besides being shy, he'll totally look too much into things

he'll go into his muttering state figuring things out

whether it be overthinking where to take you on a date, or trying to figure out what to wear on said date

however, once he's more comfortable, he won't be so tense

he'll try to loosen up if you tell him!! he's just trying his best :pleading_face:

will 100% get into your hobbies with you

not in a polite "i-learned-this-from-you" type of way, he'll genuinely go out of his way to learn about it!

he'll also be super excited if you even show an inkling of knowing more than basic facts about any pro-hero

also, even if he's less shy deeper into your relationship...

he'll always get a blush on his face when he first sees you on a date. every time.

shouto

relationships?? love??? wHEN DID THESE DEVELOPMENTS HAPPEN-

he's shook.

todoroki_has_stopped_working.exe

he'll be quiet and shy when you first start dating

you're like a delicate blossom that he doesn't want to hurt

he's seen relationships fail. so above all, he's scared.

he's scared to mess up, and he's scared because this is all so new and he doesn't know what to do

ofc, these feelings will be buried

he'll try to become more comfortable around you, and will share his soba with you

will definitely insist on you calling him shouto to make things more casual for the two of you, and so he isn't reminded of him every time you call him

for these reasons, i think he'd definitely need a kind and patient s/o.

he needs to work over his problems

anyway, enough of that!

please fix his fashion sense

please. he only gets away with his bad fashion choices because he's class 1a's resident pretty boy

i mean, with that hair he's already practically a kpop boy

we all know kpop boys look good in (mostly) everything

won't brag about you, but everyone will find out

he's not-so subtle when he smiles at his phone

katsuki

he's somewhat at a loss when you accept

but!! you'll never know this

he's very straightforward about relationship developments

"so what, are we dating now?"

softie!! softie!! if he's comfortable enough with you

don't call him out on it or he'll be EMBARRASSED (probably too embarrassed to do it again)

picks up on the little things about you

surprisingly domestic, too

he'll tidy up your room or fold your laundry, especially on tiring days for you

he def cares in the little ways like this!

will cook for you, and even turn down the spice (gasp!) if you can't handle it

pet names? nonono, i think you meant endearing insults

yeah. it's his trademark by now.

dumbass, idiot, moron, stupid, but with a whipped smile on his face

don't expect too much lovey-dovey affection from him, especially in public

he's very... tsundere

he gets soft late at night, when he thinks you can't hear

cares immensely for you !! his heart swells every time he sees you.

will be proud of you for anything and everything you do, but in a not clingy way

ur no.1 HYPEMAN !!

tho, he's probably called the bakusquad for relationship advice

...on multiple occasions

he just doesn't wanna mess things up!

#bnha x reader #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha headcanons #midoriya headcanons #todoroki headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bnha fluff #midoriya fluff #izuku midoriya #todoroki fluff #todoroki shouto #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou #star: midoriya izuku #luna's writing #universe: boku no hero academia

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slasherbastard · 4 years

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Brahms and

“I am damaged.”

(Gives me Heathers vibes lolol)

(gif credit: toloveakiwi)

Warnings: Angst. A lot of Angst, swearing, suicide mention Word count: 2112 Notes: I was this close to writing a bad ending with the manor burning down but I felt bad for Brahms in this one - ALSO if you read this before I edited the first paragraph I’m sorry for the confusion lmao

A fresh start was what you needed. You managed to get away from your family once you took a job across the country as an accountant but you got lost on what felt like a never ending road heading to the middle of nowhere. When you first discovered the Manor it was by accident. You’d been walking for who knows how long among roads surrounded by trees, scared you’d eventually end up trespassing onto someone’s property - but instead you found yourself outside big open gothic gates.

The sun was starting to set and you tried calling out to whoever might’ve been inside the house behind the black spiked fences for a good half hour before going against your morals and just going inside. That’s when you discovered a few odd things. You didn’t know whether to start on the fact that there was drying blood on the floor or the chalk-like substance beside it next to the broken glass belonging to the mirror on the wall, it was a lot to take in.

You assumed that whoever was in the house had decided to flee or maybe someone had broken in - not counting yourself - it was a bit much to think about considering the fact that you were tired as hell and just wanted to sleep. You saw some bunched up blankets and pillows on the couch just feet away from what looked like a legitimate crime scene and decided that sleeping would be a terrible idea, but you were so tired that once again your morals were abandoned as you passed out curled on the white couch cuddling up to the blanket.

That morning, you met the man in the porcelain mask.

You watched him with wide eyes and worried yourself with thoughts of him hurting you and the blood puddle from last night flashed like a ‘life before your eyes’ memory as you tried to imagine what this large figure could do to you - not sexually, although those thoughts were close behind. He got close and as much as the mask creeped you out and you prayed you were dreaming, he didn’t turn hostile, instead he just asked for your name in a high pitched child-like voice.

“Y-Y/N. I am so sorry if I intruded - do you live here? I was just getting ready to go if-”

“No. Stay.” Stay?

“I can explain, sir. I was just so tired and the gates were open and I just needed to-” You gripped your head as an ache hit, you couldn’t tell whether or not it was caused by your own rambling or if it was from the confusion of the events you’d witnessed and were witnessing.

The man - who you later found out was named Brahms - explained as little as you’d wanted. A doll and a list of rules, why? Who knows? Definitely not you, he just expected you to roll with it and so you did. You were a little scared of him so you decided to follow the rules if it meant keeping you alive.

Cut to a few weeks down the line. You’re still living in this gothic daydream of a house with a mysterious man who gave you Phantom of the Opera vibes, things were surprisingly going well for you. For example, you weren’t dead and as weird as it sounded, you and Brahms were now a thing.

Was it weird kissing porcelain lips rather than real ones? Yes. Was it weird falling asleep next to that face? Yes. Was it weird how he never took that damn mask off unless your eyes were covered? Yes. But you managed to deal with it.

When you said you wanted a fresh start this isn’t what you had in mind but weren’t really complaining at the same time. At last, you were happy. You always dreamed of living away from everyone in a cottage in the woods where your only responsibility was to bake bread and not worry about anything, and this was just as close as you were gonna get to that - a manor, where your only responsibility was to care for Brahms. He’s so mysterious, it makes you feel something that you couldn’t explain. But as weird and unexplainable as it truly was to you, you were still happy.

However, things started going sour after an incident that occurred after lunch one day. Brahms’ had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and he was constantly throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’d just finished the dishes and Brahms was sulking around the dining room table shoving at the chairs and kicking the table legs every time he passed one.

You were growing sick of him and threw the dirty rag you were holding onto the counter and squawked at the older man. “Brahms! What is your problem?”

He stopped and looked up at you for a few seconds before a string of apologies fell out of your mouth, as genuine as they were they also seemed so shallow as you watched Brahms’ eyes. You weren’t standing close enough to see any twitches or expression in those eyes, but you did see what looked to be tears. It broke you.

That’s when Brahms started growing distant. Usually he loved being around you and lived and breathed you but now it just feels like the real Brahms is actually dead and haunting you. You thought It’d blow over in a few days - or in Brahms’ case, a few hours - but it didn’t. He continued to just linger like a ghost, you could feel him watching you but he’d never speak a word and if you tried to initiate a conversation with him he’d disappear.

He began spending more time in the walls and his side of the bed was now occupied by nothing, growing cold. His guilt from the other day was eating him alive and you weren’t actually sure if he’d been eating either since the meals you left him in the freezer stayed there. It worried you, but you couldn’t get through to him, which made you even more worried.

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That night you heard a loud bang come from downstairs and quickly sat up, swinging your legs over your bed and onto the floor you pushed yourself up and ran for the bedroom door. You opened it then stopped before going back in to grab your phone, switching the phone’s light on then making your way downstairs as quickly as you could. Brahms was on the floor, the fridge was open, and the pot of spaghetti you made for dinner was now sprawled across the kitchen floor. Brahms looked up at you and you expected to see shame in his eyes, but they looked dead instead - Not as if he didn’t regret his mistake or that he didn’t care, but he just seemed dead inside.

You knelt down beside him and reached for him but before you could say his name he was up and running for the closest entrance to the walls. “BRAHMS!” You called after him but he didn’t stop, so you ran after him. Being in the walls for the first time was weird but all those feelings felt as if they were miles away while Brahms was racing through your mind even quicker, he seemed to be moving faster as if he were trying to get away from you. You continued calling after him until he turned a corner into his loft and stopped dead in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn to meet your eyes or talk, he just stood there with his back to you looking down at the floor.

You took a few seconds to watch him just in case he was planning on doing something but he didn’t, he just stood there. You tried to step forward and reach for him but your limbs stayed put, so you let out the breath you’d been holding in. “Brahms, please.” Your words were shaky as you tried not to cry. “I told you, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I didn’t-”

You stopped when Brahms slowly turned to you - a part of you was relieved that he’d finally stopped ignoring you - and said those three words. “I am damaged.”

Neither of you spoke as you tried to collect your words but you couldn’t find the right words. “What?”

“I am damaged.”

“No you’re not Brahms-”

“YES I AM!” He raised his voice and you took a few steps back, bumping into the wall. “I am a monster.”

You were very confused at this moment, you thought Brahms was mad at you for yelling at him but he was mad at himself? You took a step forward but he took a step back, purposefully trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I’m a monster.”

“Brahms you are not a monster. You are not damaged, you’re not bad.” You tried to convince him as he began rummaging through a box on the floor, you began biting down on your thumbnail softly as he picked up what looked to be a news article and shoved it into your chest with a slight bit of force.

You looked down and grabbed the newspaper as he went to let go and you began reading. “I killed her.”

You clicked your tongue as you tried to take in this new information, you were finally starting to realise why he held so much back from you, especially when it came to his past. Letting out a breath you looked up at the man. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You were shocked by the words that came out of your mouth and shocked that you meant everything you’d said. You were standing right next to a murderer and you weren’t scared.

Without warning Brahms ripped off his mask before stepping up to you, just inches away from your face as he screamed “What about this! Huh? I am not who you fucking think I am! I am fucking dam-” He bit his lip and quickly turned around, putting the mask back on and trying to quieten his sobs. “Just go. Before I hurt you, too.” he said in a hushed, calmer voice that you almost didn’t hear.

“No.” Brahms turned to you, he was just as confused as you were. “What else have you done. What else are you hiding from me?” You weren’t angry, still a little upset, but not angry.

“You’ll leave me, just like they all did.”

“Brahms trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done bad things too.” You let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to try to lighten the mood but it clearly failed as you cleared your throat and tried to act like it didn’t happen. “Please. I just want you to be honest with me.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he took the mask off and wiped away the stray tears before they could fall. Brahms began to dive into his past, from the murder of his childhood friend to the most recent murder that took place the night you arrived. He answered all your questions and watched you, still worried you’d go against your promises and run but you didn’t. You just stood there and listened, you were glad he was finally being honest - in return you told him about your past and even though it wasn’t as gruesome as his he still listened. By the end of that conversation you felt closer to Brahms, it felt like a twisted version of couple’s therapy but it worked. Brahms was still very surprised at the fact that you stayed even after he admitted to his crimes, he felt a bit sympathetic for you even.

That night the two of you fell asleep next to each other, woke up together, ate breakfast together, it was the most inseparable the two of you had been in months. After last night you’d expected a bittersweet ending - you expected to be kicked out, even - but you were only closer to him, the strange man who once wore a mask of porcelain.

This is as good as your life is going to get, and you’re still happy.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire angst #brahms heelshire x reader #the boy #the boy 2016 #angst #slasher #writing

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rataltouille · 4 years

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GEOMETRY OF THE HOLY MOON (1 AM): A SHORT STORY

GENRE: surrealism, literary fiction.

POV & TENSE: this little space is not enough for how wild the form is so i talk about this later!!

SETTING: a small desi village, 1924-25.

TONE: dreamy, unsettling, melancholic.

THEMES: faith vs reality, how people perceive others and how they perceive themselves, grief dealt the wrong way.

AESTHETICS: the splash of water on a quiet night, thick clouds obscuring the sky, rippling the moon’s reflection on the water. the intensity of a garden in spring, the emptiness of a dying town, the suffocation from being singled out. hands grazing lightly but never fully held. a lingering sadness behind your laugh. believing in things you shouldn't believe in. putting faith on a starless sky.

STAGE: completed first draft, 4085 words.

LOGLINE: a young boy, surrounded by loss, claims to talk to god. the story follows him and his conversations with this god, all while his village spies on him as he weaves his way around the two most crucial and lonely years of his life.

LITERAL LOGLINE: on today’s news let’s talk about a small backward town that hates sad little boys who worship god, even though the place is lowkey a cult!!

CHARACTERS:

THE SUMMER BOY: he’s around thirteen, and he’s very emotionally attached to his past. he lost his family at a young age to an unstable force, so he spends his time talking to himself. he’s a quiet, demure and sweet person, always willing to help others. he’s outwardly oblivious and sees only the good in people to a point where he doesn't understand when they’re trying to do him wrong. but! considering how the story [like a lot of my others] has themes of perception vs reality, it needs to be said that he isn't all that innocent. he’s rather impulsive and rash, never afraid of hurting himself [and thus accidentally harming others].

A GOD: is he real? do we even know if he’s an actual god? a very elusive figure despite having a lot of screentime. he’s a surprisingly humanised character and arguably the one with the most empathy. he has a soft spot for the boy and the two have a deep bond which is not common for a human and a god to have. you don’t get insight to what the other gods are like, but they’re implied to exist. this story has a very messy and hazy view towards religion and godhood and their nature towards humanity, and this vague figure, a dreamlike character, is proof enough of that.

THE VILLAGE: okay so in general these people suck. the village consists of, well, the village, but they’re very fluid in the way they appear in the story? as in for the most part they appear as a collective, a unit. one character, the summer boy’s “friend”, is somewhat separate considering he’s a pretty important character. it’s very hard describing this unit of a character but essentially they’re the main antagonistic force and they hate the protagonist for seemingly no reason.

WHAT GOES DOWN:

sometime around this time, the boy chances upon meeting his “god”, this being who lives up in the clouds and whom he talks with often, except you don't know if this god is real or not. that’s one of the recurring themes of this story: what’s real and what isn’t. it’s :) a fun time :) for sure :)

essentially Things Happen And It Only Gets Weirder. i cannot even try describing what happens because it’s all very spoilery but let’s just say that this is a very sad story but not even in a “this makes me cry” manner, but rather in a “this is so fucked up wtf why”. the prose of this is very, very hazy and thick, in a manner that’s both smooth and suffocating. there’s also a lot of moon and water imagery which we love. i love the atmosphere + the setting—colonial india— as it’s a subtle but key element to the plot.

FORM:

OKAY YES be prepared for the true colours of how unhinged i am. i apologize for the form brainrot.

POV: so in this story i really said “what if it had all three of the main povs... jk jk... unless 😳😳” and then proceeded to use all three povs. you’re probably wondering, how did i do that? WHY did i do that? and my answer to that is: 🙂

the first-person pov: the summer boy narrates in first person. his pov takes up about 40% of the story, and this is where we unlock family backstory + how he feels about the various forces playing into his life. he’s an extremely unreliable narrator and he knows it; his narration oscillates between very naive and very self-aware, and this effect is pretty disconcerting. the summer boy is kind of a walking contradiction and we love that conflict.

the second-person pov: a god narrates in second person. his pov takes around 20% of the story, and his scenes all involve his conversations with the boy. his pov is extremely detached, and suspends belief because he seems awfully made up. there’s an edge to the prose in his narration, where you know that something's off, but you can’t exactly pinpoint what.

the third-person pov: the villagers narrate, either as a collective, or as an individual figure, in third person. they take up the other 40% of the story, and there are so many different people and differing opinions with this, and every time we read a third person excerpt it’s a different person, and this is mostly used to add onto the different ways in which the boy is perceived. this is also where the structural part of the form gets really wacky.

STRUCTURE: if my story isn't told in vignettes is it my story though /j. gothm is told in vignettes, each one between 50 to 500 words. the first and second person bits are normal-ish vignettes, with straightforward narration. the third person vignettes, on the other hand, are super assorted. we have a lot of epistolaric sections— there’s a letter, a folk song [which was found around the summer boy], and most of the conversation is told as just plain dialogue without tags. there’s also a phone call transcript, and finally some normal chunks of prose. what am i doing wtf.

also to add onto this the story is told non-linearly. 😀 the only thing that keeps me from going insane is the fact that there are chronological tags before most vignettes [also the manner in which they're tagged differs from pov to pov. for example a few of the third person conversations are marked just as “sunday” or “thursday”, while the summer boy’s narration is marked with the full date and year]

in all this clownery i completely forgot to mention what the tense was [the way everything else was so complicated that i forgot tense was a thing lmao] and good news!! it’s the only sane thing about this story!! it’s told fully in present tense. thank everything.

AN EXCERPT:

okay i’m once again not sharing much because this will be submitted to litmags 🧞

[The boy is scrawny as always. He carries an air of diswant— even death had rejected him when the plague killed only his grandmother— but walks like he doesn’t notice. He smiles at them, jitters, and wipes his hand across his knees. Blood comes away in thin, translucent lines. He saves it on the kerchief he keeps tucked in his shirt, careful to dirty the cloth even more. The villagers scrunch their noses in disgust; who knew how old and rotten the kerchief was, or how long it had carried blood like the unwashed sword of a warrior?]

also by the way this excerpt is in square brackets because it is a third-person interjection in a vignette that is otherwise first-person [at this point...]

SPARE THOUGHTS:

this was inspired by a conversation i had with my grandfather, where he was telling me about how people used to sing songs to the skies, as a way of devotion to a specific god. he used the [loose translation of] the english word “yearning” to refer to the emotion the singers would invoke, and that sparked the concept of a disillusioned young boy who talks to the moon as a way to please the god he’s in love with. it’s a very softly disconcerting story and once again deals with the theme of “perception vs reality” which if you know me and my work, is the theme i’m forever obsessed with.

i really like how this turned out? the atmosphere is exactly how i wanted it to be, and there’s so much i have to add on as i edit and i’m really looking forward to that. this is also the only short story i’ve written where i knew which litmag i’d love for it to be published in? like i never write things with publishing in mind, but for some reason while writing this story it occurred to me that it would be a perfect fit for this specific magazine and i love that. anyway if you’ve made it through the post till here,,,, bless you and your braincells. and that’s all for today!!

#am writing #writeblr #wtwcommunity #atlastracking #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #tw death #tw plague #tw blood #the way this post gets increasingly incomprehensible...#love how my blog has just descended into pure chaos post-hiatus #geometry of the holy moon (1 am)#god complex #god complex intro

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yourlmanburg · 4 years

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yet another smp sibling // eret + gn!sibling!reader

(hello i genuinely do not know what got blown up in doomsday please let that slide lmao, also i am honestly really sorry about how late this is - i was super tired yesterday and i’ve been busy all day today lulw but even so, i hope you enjoy this even if i didn’t have the energy to edit it whoops)

word count: 1,343

summary: eret reveals they have a younger sibling and shows them around the dream smp

request?: yep! thank you @brianawithonen!!

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Your brother had been streaming for about half an hour or so now while you were busy doing homework, but if you’d been watching, your heart would’ve melted. Alastair had somehow let it slip that he had a little sibling and his chat was going crazy as they spoke nothing but good about you, singing your praises and making it clear how much you meant to them.

“I can actually go and get Y/n if you guys would like?” She asked her chat, and needless to say, they were delighted with the idea of meeting another SMP sibling. You were sitting at your desk when you heard a knock at your bedroom door, spinning around to look at your brother.

“Aren’t you streaming?” You asked before he could get a word in. He wasn’t supposed to end yet as far as you were aware.

“Yep! Do you want to play on the SMP for a little bit?” They asked kindly, their tone preventing you from feeling too pressured. You couldn’t lie, the thought of showing yourself to tens of thousands of people both scared you and excited you - what if somebody you knew was watching the stream and they didn’t know you were The Eret’s sibling? What if nobody liked you? What if you said something wrong and got cancelled, or even worse, what if you got Alastair cancelled? Despite the negative thoughts crowding your mind, you realised how much joy the Dream SMP had brought to Alastair. You knew how much it’d boosted their career and you know how many lives he’d changed, and you knew about the friends he’d made. Maybe this was a chance for you to have the same as that for a segment of a stream.

“Sure!” You exclaimed with a grin, leaving your work where it was and following your brother into their recording room.

“Here we go, chat!” Alastair said with a smile, passing you a spare headset and pulling out another chair for you. “This is Y/n, my mini me, who is surprisingly good at Minecraft.” They chuckled as you looked at her with fake betrayal.

"Surprisingly, huh?" You chuckled, slipping on the headset and sitting beside your sibling.

“Oh, by the way, I’m on the VC in case anybody wants to join - is that okay with you?” She asked and you nodded, already taking over his game and walking around on the Dream SMP. This was so surreal.

“So what do I do?”

“Well, I can show you around if you’d like?” Alastair looked at you with a small grin, to which you nodded eagerly. You began in (the remains of) L’Manburg and you were shown around the Greater Dream SMP, the Badlands, Manifoldland and even El Rapids, and you couldn’t lie; you were impressed by some of the structures your brother had built. Everything was going better than you’d expected and you really did enjoy spending time with Alastair like this, until you heard the familiar Discord chime and a very distinct voice that you just could not ignore.

“HELLO ERET!” The legendary TommyInnit screamed down your ears, unaware of your presence. Alastair chuckled, letting him know that he was with his younger sibling.

“Why do you have a child with you? Do they know that I am a big man, bigger than them?” oh, somebody sounded confident as ever.

“Wanna bet?” you spoke up, Tommy for once finding himself at a loss for words.

“You suck.” he stated bluntly, causing you to burst into fits of laughter. Alastair was a little more on the unimpressed side, however, asking Tommy to calm down with the somewhat aggressive remarks. Of course, he was only answered with incoherent angry mumbles, followed by another Discord chime.

“TUBBO!” both Alastair and Tommy shouted at the same time, Tubbo greeting them with an equal level of enthusiasm. A little yellow banner across the screen told you that he’d just logged into the game, his avatar appearing not too far away from your brother’s.

“Hey Tubbo, did you know Eret is with a child?” Tommy asked him like it was the biggest deal on Earth. Tubbo let out a confused laugh, asking Alastair if this was true or if Tommy was just spouting bullshit as usual.

“Hi,” you giggled before Alastair had a chance to reply. “I believe I am said child.”

“Oh, hello!” he greeted you happily, running over towards you in Minecraft and crouching in front of your character.

“Tubbo, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Who’s Tubbo? I am Big Law and Big Law only.” you laughed at how serious his tone was, feeling as if you were really, finally seeing why the SMP meant so much to your brother. You barely knew them yet these people were some of the nicest you’d ever met (despite the fact that you’d already known of their existence and tuned into more than enough streams prior to this) and you truly felt as if you belonged - if only you could become a permanent member in the intricate storyline.

You, Tubbo and Tommy played around for a while longer with your brother by your side, every so often speaking up but he was mostly just watching you. Watching the smile on your face and the shine in your eyes; this was clearly where you wanted to be, if he could just…

Alastair pulled out his phone, opening up discord and clicking on his conversation with Dream. Meanwhile, you were very invested in the business you were starting up with the two boys, trying to persuade people like Nihachu and Ranboo to buy from you.

Dream joined the game.

You paused for a second, looking up at Alastair with a grin. You’d always wanted to meet Dream and she’d always said that he was a busy man and you just had to wait for a chance, could this be it? Could you finally be able to speak to the Dreamwastaken?

Even so, you carried on as you were. You tried not to show your excitement in fear of being seen as an overly obsessed fan, when you saw a familiar green skin hopping over to where you, Ranboo and your two new friends stood. Turning to face him, Tommy and a very confused Ranboo began shouting at you to make a deal with him for your business when somebody joined the call.

“Hello?” the new voice greeted, and it was undeniably Dream.

“Hello!” you replied enthusiastically, as did the others.

“Y/n?” Oh my god, he knew your name.

“Yeah?”

“What’s your Minecraft username?”

“Y/u/n, why?” Dream left the game and there was a pause. Nobody else in the call was speaking, what was happening? Had you just fucked things up? You looked up to Alastair for reassurance, and he nodded at you with a warm smile, but you still didn’t understand.

“Okay!” Dream spoke up again, dragging out the “o” and rejoining the server. “Eret should be sending you the IP address now, go and try logging in on your account, you should be whitelisted.

And you were. You’d finally been whitelisted on the Dream SMP.

All because of your brother.

That night, you sat on the sofa beside Alastair, tired from many hours you’d spent on the server, but happy. The happiest you’d been in a while. As much as you were afraid to admit it, ever since they joined you’d longed to have what they had with everyone, you longed to be part of the plot. You finally had that chance.

“So?” She asked you with a smile. “How was today?”

“Fucking incredible!” you replied, making them laugh. You leaned into Alastair’s side, looking up at him with a tired expression. “Thank you, Alastair, seriously. You’ve just made one of my dreams come true - pun intended.”

“I’m glad! I’m so happy to have you there now, I really think you have the potential to become a really crucial character.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now go and do that maths homework you left.”

“I hate you.”

#eret #eret mcyt #reader insert #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #platonic x reader #eret dream smp

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maybankiara · 3 years

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PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)

18: MR. WHITE CLAW

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.

w/c: 4.4k

a/n: long one! sorry about it. i promise it won’t happen a lot. also, if i catch one of yous hating on holden you’re gonna catch these hands. <3

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Me | 6:42pm I swear it’s fate that you’re coming back today because you know what Me | 6:42pm MARIANNE IS MAKING GOULASH TOMORROW Me | 6:43pm surprisingly unrelated to you coming back but hey!!

Drew | 6:45pm no way! Drew | 6:45pm Does she make good goulash?

Me | 6:46pm I’d be able to tell if she ever made it before lmao Me | 6:46pm it’s her first time Me | 6:47pm but she’s a pretty good cook overall so!! I wouldn’t expect like a masterpiece or whatever but a decent meal??? Me | 6:47pm f yeah

Drew | 6:48pm I’m inviting myself over Drew | 6:50pm what time should I come by?

Me | 6:57pm if you think for one (1) second that this wasn’t an invitation Me | 6:57pm you are terribly wrong, mr. white claw man

Drew | 7:01pm ok but WHEN SHOULD I COME OVER

Me | 7:02pm oh right

Drew | 7:05pm ???

Me | 7:05pm Marianne says goulash will be around 6 but you can come over at like 4 or 5 so we can catch up!! Me | 7:06pm I still need to show you the album!! I developed some photos I took since we hung out

Drew | 7:07pm 4 sounds great, can’t wait!! Drew | 7:07pm I’ll make sure to bring some White Claw Drew | 7:07pm What does Marianne drink?

Me | 7:08pm Vodka Me | 7:08pm Tequilla Me | 7:09pm jk you don’t have to bring anything, we have enough alcohol in the fridge

Drew | 7:10pm Still bringing beer

Me | 7:10pm And good vibes

Drew | 7:10pm And good vibes, of course

Me | 7:10pm Gonna be good 😄

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The bell rings shortly past four o’clock, and Addie buzzes their guest in with a smile on her face. Marianne peeks from the kitchen, leaning over the corner, strands of her hair falling from underneath the headband-bun combo she’s sporting for the cooking.

‘Is it the celebrity judge?’

‘Sure is a judge,’ Addie says, unlocking the door. ‘Not so sure he’d like the celebrity title.’

The door opens and reveals a smiling Drew, in his usual attire – a simple grey tee with a Queen logo on it, black jeans, and a baseball cap. Greetings are exchanged, and then Drew’s taking his shoes off as Addie warns him that maybe Marianne might be a bit much today. There’s a casual whiff of cologne that Addie catches – it’s similar to Holden’s minty one, but simpler.

‘You ready to munch on some British-French-American-Hungarian goulash?’

He raises an eyebrow. ‘Is anyone ever ready for that?’

‘Nope. But Marianne has just called you the celebrity judge of her nonexistent cooking show, so you’ve got no choice but to be ready.’

‘Fair,’ he says, just as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘I’ll have my cooking show soon!’

The self-proclaimed chef pops out of the kitchen, wielding a spatula covered in a dark red, thick liquid. Her red-and-white apron is tied haphazardly around her waist; both the apron and the sweatpants have already become victims to her cooking, and the bun seems to be getting looser by the minute. Marianne flashes the two a massive grin, one finger pointed at Drew.

‘Drew!’

‘Marianne!’

Her grin widens so much Addie’s worried it’ll rip her cheeks. She wiggles her finger, then, in a come here motion. ‘I need your goulash expertise, stat.’

‘Give the man a moment to breathe,’ says Addie. Next to her, Drew chuckles.

‘Do you want to enjoy the goulash?’

‘Yes?’

‘Then let the ones who can make it good do it and stay out of it.’ Marianne crosses her arms over her chest, and a drop of liquid falls off the spatula. She doesn’t even notice. ‘Drew?’

‘Coming right up, boss.’

With a pat on the back from Addie, Drew departs into the kitchen. Marianne is already listing off all the things that she’s put in the goulash, how she’s done it so far, and how the internet has told her needs to be done from now on. Addie tunes most of it out – while she thinks Marianne is one of the best cooks she’s ever met, after living with her for over a year, some things you can’t help but get used to and eventually, get a little bit tired of. She’s happy there’s Drew, though, because he’s either very interested in Marianne’s process and amused by her telling of it, or very good at pretending to be so.

Addie grabs a rather small box with a pink bow on it out of the hallway drawer, right next to a grey envelope, then makes her way to the stack of French books lying underneath the TV. The newest copy of a first-edition of The Unbearable Lightness of Being in French is lying on top of a photo album, the same one that Addie told Drew stories from the last time he was over here. She tucks it under her arm and brings it to the kitchen, which has a prominent smell of Marianne’s cooking – a lot of spices, some of them even scattered around with powder spilling out at the edges, and wine that’s both a part of the dish and accompanying Marianne and whoever’s keeping her company. This time it’s Drew, so instead of wine, there’s a can of White Claw in his hands. Addie chuckles to herself.

Marianne, huddled over the steaming pot, motions for Addie to come closer without looking. ‘How does this smell?’

‘I don’t know how a goulash is supposed to smell.’

‘Like that,’ Drew answers. ‘Stop worrying so much.’

‘If it can be better, I’ll make it better,’ replies Marianne, then asks him to contribute with some spices and then stir it. ‘If it goes badly, you made it. If it’s great, I made it.’

Drew laughed. It was a big kind of laugh, the one that fills out the entire room. Taking a seat at their modest dining table, Addie realised it’s been a while since anyone other than the two of them laughed so freely in this place. (That just made her miserable; she needs to stop focusing so much on work and her studies if she wants to retain a semblance of a social life.) She puts the album down, and places the box right underneath it – just enough to be noticeable.

‘Addie, you didn’t tell me your roommate is basically the female equivalent to Gordon Ramsay.’ Drew’s leaning against one of the cupboards, sipping his drink with a smile. Marianne elbows him in the shoulder, frowning.

‘The kids one, maybe. I don’t swear, that’s Addie’s job. She’s the sailor.’

‘Bitch,’ says Addie under her breath, feeling warmth creeping up into her cheeks as she smiles. ‘Calling me out like that.’

Marianne doesn’t look at her, but Addie hears her quiet giggle. ‘That’s a quarter.’

Addie sighs, and Drew lets out a chuckle that sounds a lot like oh. He probably figured out what the jar filled up with quarters is, and Addie thinks he’s finding it a little too amusing, so she says, ‘Don’t laugh.’

Of course, it doesn’t work.

‘That’s kind of funny, you’ve got to admit.’

‘No.’

He raises his eyebrows at her, not even trying to hide the smile. Addie calls him to look at the albums, after she places a quarter in the jar, because she can feel Marianne is about to side with him and go on a tirade where she makes fun of Addie’s bad habit – not that she minds, really, but she’d much rather see what Drew thinks of the photographs and his birthday present.

It ends up taking him a long time to notice it, which starts driving Addie nuts, but she wants him to be the one to notice it, because… Well. She doesn’t really have a reason.

They go through the photographs and Marianne is hovering over Drew’s shoulder, nearly dripping the goulash a few times onto the album, until Addie tells her that her goulash is burning (it isn’t) and she finally leaves the spatula where it belongs, before coming back to look. She likes the photos, and so does Drew – Addie had most of them developed, both from Waystone and the park they were in. Most of them were of the places, but there were a few of Drew. They weren’t the best quality, but his face was relaxed in them, and he was smiling with a playful glint in his eyes, and Addie liked them more than the ones where he looked like he was posing. (She developed those, too, but still hasn’t quite figured out where to put them. She’ll probably give them to him.) Good memories were made that day, and friendships cemented, too.

When he finally notices the box, his eyebrows shoot up. ‘Is this the present?’

Addie just nods and waits. She’s thankful that Marianne is humming along to the music while she stirs the pot, because it means that there’s no awkward silence while he carefully unwraps the bow, as if it would break if he tugged on it too hard. He opens it, finally, and laughs – Addie feels like he’s been laughing a lot more recently.

He holds the present in his hand, shaking his head. ‘A phone case. Really?’

‘Yep.’ Addie grins so hard she bites a little on the inside of her lip; what if he doesn’t like it? She pushes the thought away. ‘Can’t have us swapping our phones again.’

‘True. Although, it did end up in a pretty good thing.’

‘I guess it did, yeah.’

There’s a moment where they’re just staring at the phone case, as if it is about to start talking. Addie kind of wishes it would, and once again feels thankful for Marianne’s music. She doesn’t want to start reminiscing, but that’s where her brain is going, and suddenly she finds herself thinking about that summer morning where she was hungover and half-asleep when she met him and it feels weird that it’s been nearly six months since that. It feels like it was yesterday, but it feels like Drew’s always been around.

‘Mr. White Claw,’ he reads off the back of the matt case, amused. Addie’s pretty proud of herself for that one.

‘Nothing describes you better than that, basic white bitch.’ She smiles at him, and kicks him under the table so he’d look at her. ‘Happy birthday, dude.’

‘Thanks.’ He raises his can and waits until she raises hers, then says, ‘To swapping phones.’

Addie clinks the can against his. ‘And making friends.’

‘And putting another quarter in the jar. Don’t think I didn’t hear that.’

‘Marianne.’

‘Nu-uh.’ Marianne snaps her fingers, pointing first at Addie as she speaks, then Drew. ‘You, quarter in the jar, and now that the ceremony’s over, I need you back at the cooking station. The goulash ain’t gonna cook itself, mec.’

As Marianne says, the other two do. Addie is honestly just grateful she doesn’t have to be the one helping out in the kitchen, because as much as she enjoys cooking, Marianne’ demands get on her nerves sometimes. That, and Drew is actually enjoying helping her out. Addie gets to sit back and relax, listen to her friends make food and bond over the dishes they can make—turns out Drew is incredible at making his mum’s casserole recipe, and promises to bring it over someday—and she feels like she’s come a long way from being holed up in her room, studying and working. Even if sometimes it feels like nothing’s changed.

In between helping Marianne, Drew puts the phone case in its rightful place. It’s a bit cheesy, but Addie likes the thought that there’ll be a reminder of their friendship with him at all times, if he likes it as much as she thinks he does. It’s a bit silly, too. Addie likes giving and receiving presents that are more silly than useful, which is probably not the savvy and mature way to approach life.

Time wears on, and Addie includes herself every now and then, mostly just chilling on her phone as the two work towards what they claim is going to be a masterpiece. She highly doubts it, and it’s amusing whenever she voices her opinion and they try to argue otherwise. She likes to see them getting along – she’d never admit it, but as much as she knows and loves Marianne, a part of her was still scared he’d get the celebrity treatment. Now, she watches as Marianne threatens to throw goulash if he doesn’t cut the pepper faster, and she can only laugh.

Her phone chimes and there’s a text message displayed over Holden and Addie’s faces – a picture taken barely a week ago. They look happy together, and seeing it brings a smile to her face. As Addie texts back, Marianne ushers Drew away from the pot, finally taking over. Drew joins her at the table with a can of White Claw and a can of Heineken.

She puts her phone down and takes the Heineken with thanks. ‘Cooking time over?’

Drew nods. ‘The chef fired me. I think.’

‘Yeah,’ Addie laughs, ‘the chef tends to do that.’

To prove a point, Marianne gives them the finger, and says a whole sentence in French out of which Addie can only understand ‘merde’, and that is mostly because she turns around for that word, glaring at the two. Drew nearly chokes on his drink, and Addie just shrugs, because it’s Marianne, and no one can really understand Marianne. A conversation starts about photography and how Drew did mean to bring the camera, but he left it with Chase and Madelyn when he was visiting, and he ends up telling them stories from all the sets he’s been on.

When the bell chimes again, he’s the first one to notice, as he’s sitting not even a foot from the entrance into the kitchen. ‘Someone ringing?’

‘Oh, god, I forgot— Thanks!’

Addie makes a beeline for the hallway, giving her friends a quick ‘one moment!’ in lieu of an explanation. She’s at the front door within seconds and opens it with a smile, greeting her boyfriend with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

Holden chuckles, and then he’s giving her a brief kiss on the lips before they part. ‘Hello there. You had a bit to drink?’

‘A little,’ Addie says, feeling the heat in her cheeks. ‘I’m glad you stopped by.’

‘Me too.’ His hand falls from her waist and he takes a step back, looking around. ‘You’ve got the papers?’

Addie reaches into the drawer and takes the grey folder out of it, but doesn’t give it to him just yet. ‘I know you’re in a hurry, but Marianne is making enough goulash for a whole village, and Drew’s here, and I want to introduce you.’

‘He’s here?’ he asks, just at the same time as Marianne shouts from the kitchen, ‘WHO IS IT?’

In her defense, she thought it would’ve been a nice surprise for Holden to stop by and stick around for a little bit once he got what he came here for, and maybe chat to her friends for a few minutes. The idea might’ve been fine, but hearing Holden’s little sigh at the realisation and a guaranteed confusion from the two in the kitchen, it might’ve not been a fine surprise. This paired with Holden only meeting Marianne of her friends so far...

‘C’mon,’ she tells him, hoping to reassure herself just as much, and takes hold of his hand. ‘They don’t bite.’

Back in the kitchen, Marianne and Drew are leaning on the cupboards, both of them silent and waiting. Addie walkins into the kitchen first, and she watches their eyes follow her hand – the one which drags Holden in behind her. Marianne shouts his name and nearly leaps to hug him, while Drew remains at his spot, gnacing between the two having a quick catch-up and Addie, who tries to tell him not to worry in the form of a smile.

His eyes keep dropping back to their hands, intertwined, and she can see barely-concealed confusion on his face.

‘This is Holden,’ she says, now that Marianne isn’t hogging him anymore. ‘My boyfriend. Holden, this is Drew.’

They shake hands and exchange the ‘nice to meet you’s without anyone feeling the need to prove themselves to be the Alpha male, so Addie counts it as a win. Not that she thought either of them would do that – she just hasn’t seen Drew interact with anyone who wasn’t her or Marianne, and Drew is, after Marianne, the first person from Addie’s life Holden has gotten to meet.

The more she thinks of it, the more she realises how risky it was.

‘You’re the actor Drew, right?’

For a moment, Addie just watches Drew – his hands are crossed on his chest and he looks a little menacing, now that she tries to see him from Holden’s perspective. Tall and pretty attractive, pretty relaxed in a place he’s barely been to, and with the reputation of a successful actor – and to top it all off, a resting bitch face.

Addie’s heart skips a beat.

Drew laughs and she feels relief wash over her, instead. ‘Is that how she presents me to people?’

‘Drew, it’s literally how we met,’ she says, rolling her eyes at him from across the room. ‘How else am I supposed to explain how I know you?’

‘Fair.’

There’s a moment where the sizzling of the goulash is all that can be heard, but Addie doesn’t think it’s one of those heavy silences, where every person seems like they’re holding their breath. She takes it as a good sign.

Holden pats his thigh, then, and he has an apologetic face when he says, ‘I’ve got to go. Work won’t wait forever.’ He flashes Drew a smile. ‘Nice meeting you, Drew.’

‘You too.’

Addie sighs. ‘You just got here.’

He opens his mouth to say something, but Marianne is quicker: ‘You try this goulash, look me in the eye, and say you don’t want more of it.’ There’s no and then you can go, because Addie has a feeling Marianne knows pretty well just how good the goulash is.

She commands the room as she approaches Holden with the tiniest bit of goulash steaming from the spatula over her hand. Her eyes are determined and there’s a crook in the corner of her lips – the sly kind of smile when she knows she’s already won. Holden doesn’t get a chance to protest, because the spatula is headed for him, and he’s got nothing to do but take it.

The room holds a breath. Even Drew is looking at Holden in expectation, chin resting on the palm of his hand.

For a bit, Holden just coughs and complains about the hotness (Marianne argued he had to have been blind to not see that it was steaming). Once he’s finally back to normal breathing and side-eyeing Addie for giggling at him, he tells Marianne it’s one of the best things he’s ever tasted.

Addie could swear she could see pride and self-satisfaction through Marianne’s eyes.

‘Now that Holden is staying,’ says Addie, ‘can the rest of us have some, too?’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ replies Marianne, with a newfound spring in her step, grace in the way she moves. Drew laughs at her, quietly, and Addie finds herself laughing with him.

Marianne brings out the goulash and Addie helps pour it into the bowls, handing each of them one. The chef ends up taking Addie’s chair, on Addie’s insistence, because what does she deserve after all these hours other than enjoying her efforts in peace? So Addie leans on the counter, ignoring Marianne’s protests that it’s dirty (‘These shorts need to go into the wash anyway’) and savours the food. It’s unbelievably good – Drew even comments at one point that it’s as good as the one his Hungarian neighbour made, if not better. Marianne glows after each compliment, so Addie doesn’t really stop giving them. Even as the conversation goes on, and Holden stays a little longer than planned, they keep sprinkling in nice comments about the goulash whenever they can.

Addie’s glad Holden and Drew are here for this, however unplanned it was.

Holden slaps his thigh again, in the very same manner with the very same look on his face and this time, Addie catches herself right before she laughs. ‘I’ve really got to go now,’ he says, getting to his feet. ‘Work calls.’

He walks up to Addie and she smiles at him, elbowing him gently in the ribs. ‘That’s okay, Mr. Workaholic. We understand.’

She thinks maybe she’s pushing it, but Holden smiles and reaches the other side of her waist, tickling just enough so that she groans for him to stop. ‘You’ve got it just as bad as I do,’ he tells her, and she can’t argue.

‘Wait, Holden.’ Marianne twirls her spoon in front of her space, brow furrowed, and a distant look on her face. ‘Can I ask you lot a personal question?’

‘Marianne—’

‘Don’t worry about it, Addie. I won’t bother them too much.’

Marianne does give her a reassuring smile, or what’s meant to be one, because Addie doesn’t feel particularly reassured. The girl, for all the love Addie holds for her, really has a thing for pushing the limits and boundaries without meaning to. Addie sinks into herself, arms crossed on her chest with Holden’s hand still resting on her waist, and hopes Marianne picks her approach carefully. Addie might know her well enough, but Drew and Holden don’t.

‘Sure,’ says Drew, leaning back in his chair. ‘What is it?’

Instead of responding, he looks at Holden until he agrees to it, too. She takes a deep breath, then, and gives them the shaky kind of confident smile as her fingers fix up her bun. ‘How important are romantic things in a relationship to guys?’

Addie resists dropping her head in her hands. She just sighs. Glares a little.

Lets it all unfold.

The hand on Addie’s waist moves a little, with no purpose. She can hear Holden breathe more deeply, as he always does when he’s trying to crack a problem. Drew, on the other hand, frowns; his eyes stare out of the window, the distance noticeable in them. Part of Addie wishes the question was never asked – part of it is as glad that it wasn’t bad as it is honest that maybe, Addie is curious about the answers, too.

‘Probably shouldn’t ask Holden that while Addie’s around,’ jokes Drew.

‘Ha-ha. Very funny.’

Drew looks at her and shrugs, a smile peeking through. (Addie found it a little bit funny and he can see it.) He sighs a little and scratches the place above his eyebrow, glancing at Marianne. ‘What kind of romantic things are we talking about?’

‘I don’t know.’ Marianne waves her hand in a vague motion, then lets it go back to fiddling with the bun. ‘Um, dates, quality time together, gifts or flowers or whatever, that romantic sappy kind of shite.’

‘It depends, then,’ Holden says, voice deep and laced in thought, just as Drew speaks with confidence, ‘Very important.’

Drew chuckles and Holden smiles, too, but Marianne doesn’t look very reassured, so Drew leans forward in the chair, placing his elbows on the table with his hands crossed. ‘Look, it depends on the guy, yeah, but most guys like the romantic stuff. Going on dates, getting flowers and chocolates, candlelit dinners and just spending quality time together is a big deal. Not having that is just kind of… I don’t know.’

Marianne nods. She’s looking at Drew as if she were soaking his words like a sponge, and not one that likes them.

‘I don’t really agree,’ says Holden, after letting out a little ‘hmmm’ sound. ‘I mean, it really depends on the guy, but also the partner. Look at Addie and I – we spend most of our time together at work, or doing work, and it’s something we love doing so the time we spend together doing that is what we’d consider quality time, right? And you don’t— We don’t need all that romantic stuff. If you know someone likes you, there’s no need to constantly show it. If it works already.’

Addie just stares at the ground. All eyes are on her, now, even if not physically – she can just feel the attention on her. Does she agree? Yes, for the most part, and it’s not her Marianne is asking this time. They’ve already spoken about this. Marianne knows Addie enjoys the approach she and Holden have with the relationship.

When she finally looks up, she catches Drew’s eyes for a moment, and then they’re gone before she can read them. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I guess it depends on your relationship and your boyfriend, then.’

‘My friend’s.’ Marianne nods with a smile that looks like it’s about to slip off. ‘I’m asking for a friend.’

Drew leans back. ‘Sure, yeah. I hope your friend manages to sort it out.’

Marianne thanks him, then makes a joke about the goulash being finger-licking, and within moments everything’s as if there wasn’t just a serious conversation. A little later, Addie walks Holden out, receiving a gentle kiss on the lips before he leaves. Drew sticks around for a little while longer and when Marianne invites Drew to their group’s annual Fourth of July party (very exclusive), Addie feels like it’s another unpredictable-Marianne moment she should’ve foreseen.

For better or worse, though, Drew shakes his head with a little sigh. ‘Thanks for the invitation, but I’ve already booked a flight home.’

‘Oh.’ Marianne nods, not even trying to hide her disappointment. ‘Shame. We throw the best parties around Atlanta.’

Drew chuckles, tugging his jacket sleeves over his arms. ‘I don’t doubt that for a second. I’ll catch one of them, at some point.’

‘Yeah. You should.’

Addie is leaning against the wall, watching them talk about their plans for the Fourth of July, and realises she’s happy that Holden’s met Drew. She’s happy he’s integrating into her friend group, at least bit by bit. It kind of makes everything more real; more permanent. Later, she finds out from Marianne that Drew messaged her, thanking her for the goulash experience. When she’s lying in bed, thinking about all the work she needs to do tomorrow because she slacked off today, a thought pops up: Marianne’s birthday is going to be soon, and that is bound to be a wholesome party.

Addie falls asleep with a smile on her face.

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A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 12 Oof my brain is fried but this is a small chapter I made in about an hour hehehe so enjoy :) I have the next two chapters in the works atm and I’m excited for whats going to come! I find it funny when I can’t choose on what to write and I have multiple ideas, I flip a coin. Deadass. Lmao I wasn’t gonna have a sequel and I was gonna end this shit with angst but I flipped a coin and it said to make a sequel so I’m working on that too! My friends know what’s gonna go down and if they’re screaming I know y’all are most likely gonna scream too 😌ANYWAYS ON TO THE STORY

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc six-part two: Miya Atsumu 🏐

A/N: idk how y’all do fake text messages so enjoy this text convo lmao EDIT: @m-i-n-t-y-fresh made me these convos so I deleted the crappy one I had prior lol. Tysm 🖤🤍

You giggled at your boyfriends response. Yeah he’s definitely gonna punish you when you come back. “Ooo kinky~” you heard next to your ear and you yelped. “What the fuck Tooru-Senpai. Don’t scare me like that!” You put your hand on your chest. “This Rin-rin seems like a total dom. you’re such a sub it makes sense that you’re wrapped right around his finger. Say. How far have you guys gone?” He asked and your face turned red. “None of your business shittykawa. She’s old enough to make her own decisions.” Iwa-Senpai said and you slightly gave him a thankful smile.

“But if he pressures you into doing something you don’t wanna do then he needs to watch out because you’re going to kick his ass.” Iwa patted your back and you nodded. “Iwa you’re so vulgar.” He muttered and you snickered. They haven’t changed at all.

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely

I have nobody for my own

“Can you stop playing that? You’ve been playing it all day.” Aran told Atsumu who layed on the floor with Suna and Osamu. They all looked at the ceiling feeling empty and lonely. The squad was not complete so they couldn’t properly function. “I’m just trying to think of Y/N’s smile. She’s not here so I can’t have my daily dose of serotonin.” He said earning a smack from Suna. “Dude seriously you gotta shut the fuck up. Those comments you keep to yourself. Not in front of the boyfriend of the girl you think you have a chance with.” Suna hissed and sat up. “Damn chill it’s just a joke.” Atsumu mumbled but Suna wasn’t pleased. He just gave a look to Atsumu.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not make those comments outloud. Do you want Y/N to report you for sexual harassment? Do you want to start an issue with the team because you can’t keep it in your pants and wanna take away someone who’s in a relationship with your teammate?” Kita scolded and Atsumu shut up. Osamu sighed and shook his head. ‘Tsumu is a fucking idiot.

“She’s calling.” Suna freaked out as he looked at his phone. He pressed the answer button and put it to his ear. “Hey princess~” he said lowly and all suave but the team snickered, he’s such a simp. Atsumu stood up unamused and walked to the restroom.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Why is he acting like this?

Atsumu looked at his reflection and he saw his dirty blonde hair, his thick eyebrows. His small mustache that was forming. He needed a shave. “What’s wrong with you dude.” He whispered to himself.

Why do I keep feeling like this. Atsumu wondered. It’s not fair. Why does Suna get the girl? Why does he get to love her? Cuddle her? Spoil her? Be there for her. Make her moan? Why is he in love with her? Why can’t Suna be in love with somebody else? What does she see in Suna? He’s a lazy fuck who has a shitty sense of humor and plays Minecraft all night. His memes are stupid and he’s not even that good looking. What do you see in him? He’s so quiet and deadpanned, he always seems uninterested and bored.

But when he looks at her his eyes are brighter, he smiles more, he’s more determined during practice and games. He even talks more, and you understand. And if you don’t you don’t mind listening to him explain.

He felt a pain in his stomach at the thought of you kissing Suna the first time he announced you were both together. He then thought about your smile and your smirk when you challenged him. He remembered the time you stayed late with him to practice Jump floats because he was shit and you were an expert. Suna said he was leaving but secretly waited outside just so Atsumu wouldn’t have to walk you home because surprisingly you lived ridiculously close to him and Suna didn’t want Atsumu to know where you lived.

He remembered the late night tutor sessions and when you would sit across from him. The dining table was small and your smooth leg would touch his but you would apologize and moved your legs.

He thought he only wanted you for your body and innocence but it turns out that he was experiencing the feeling of unrequited love and he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to survive if he sees you kiss Suna one more time.

Is this what his fans feel? If so he feels bad for them.

This feeling fucking sucks.

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why.

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!!

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!”

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels?

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left.

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!”

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air.

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!”

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?”

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside.

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.”

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch.

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!”

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded.

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?”

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears.

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt.

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk.

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern.

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.”

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes.

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite.

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face.

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded.

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ddaehyeon · 4 years

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last christmas

pairing: kang minhee + reader + ham wonjin

genre: angst, fluff (?)

word count: 6.4k words

summary: your relationship with minhee had ended almost a year ago. now, someone else was holding your heart closer than minhee ever did. after confessing, wonjin did nothing but to shower you with great heights of affection. it was all good until you met minhee this year on the cafe the two of you used to frequent. a wave of realization came to daunt you-- maybe after all this time, minhee was still that someone special you'd give your heart to.

a/n: finally!! i’ve been working on this for the past few days and finished this earlier. only edited once! a very light one ((i’ll probably proofread this again some other day)) this is longer than expected lmao i enjoyed writing this a lot. send me some feedbacks through asks/reblogs. i’ll appreciate it so much :> merry christmas :DD

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thick layer of snow surrounded the area, each house in the small town decorated in greens and reds. the weather was becoming colder and colder each passing day. its breeze not giving mercy. christmas songs were being played in almost all the shops. people crowded various stores in hopes of finding the most appropriate gifts for their friends, families, or special someone.

a few shopping bags were beside you as you rested in one of your favorite cafes, a warm drink settled on your table. the aroma of coffee mingled with the fragrance of the cedarwood scented candles that were placed all over the cafe. a familiar christmas song had been playing; its mellow tune giving a cozy feeling. the bell continuously chimed as customers entered, you took pleasure in watching people, who like you, were doing their christmas shopping.

it was all good until your stomach sunk at the sight of a familiar person. his towering height distinct among the passing customers. and maybe your eyes had been selective from the very beginning since from the entrance up to the counter, your eyes followed him. a tug in the heartstring; it was a wonder how a simple sight of him was enough for memories to come in like a wave, crashing in your mind.

kang minhee.

how could you forget the person you could say you’ve loved the most? the person who first broke your heart, leaving you with hundred shards to pick up.

the cafe itself held various memories from the two of you, each anniversary and hundred days spent in the local shop. a witness to the shared peals of laughter, exchanged aspirations, and uttered future plans. it was seemingly a perfect relationship, until it became a lot colder than winter days. both driven in career and passion, none of you was able to pause and take care of the dwindling bond.

well, you tried. but it was a few steps behind.

ache lick upon your senses; a surging wildfire that you had no control over. you formerly thought that there were questions better left unanswered. something you had learned to accept. but now that he was walking towards you, each query began to pop into your mind. like a spot of ink to clean water, it spread ever so swiftly.

still fresh in your mind. almost a year ago, you found a note in your front door. a single stem of yellow tulips fixing it to the floor. the penmanship was so familiar. for years of being together, you’d been accustomed to minhee’s handwriting. but not with the words written on the letter. only a few words, yet enough to shake your whole world.

‘i think i’m falling out of love. i’m sorry. - k. mh’

and just like a bubble that popped; no trace of him was found the next day.

“are you sitting with someone else?” minhee asked, stopping just beside your table. those were a familiar set of words. it was how the two of you met at this very coffee shop. the only difference was that before, the two of you were complete strangers. now, you were strangers, but with shared memories.

you suck in a breath, trying to calm down yourself. a terribly awkward smile crossing your lips as you shook your head.

nodding, he took the seat adjacent to yours. “it’s been a while.”

“it has.” you knew minhee wasn’t a fan of shallow conversations, he would only be doing so when he ended up being in an extremely awkward situation. which to say was exactly where he was at that moment.

the questions in your mind had been urging you to speak more. to ask him what happened. to ask him why did he not try to talk it out with you. to ask him why it was only a note. to ask him where it went wrong.

a single question had been blocking those other strangled ones from coming out— am i actually ready to hear it?

as if minhee was able to hear your mind, he spoke. “i’m sorry.” his voice was soft, almost inaudible. yet clear enough to go through your ears, down to your stomach, allowing it to be twisted into several knots. a certain sensation came hugging your chest; the wound still fresh regardless of how long it had been.

“for what?” you asked as if you weren’t sure of what he was talking about. well, in fact, you weren’t. out of all the ones your mind came up with, which one was he apologizing for?

right at the moment minhee was to open his mouth to speak, your eyes met. it hasn't changed a lot, it was still beautiful— the only thing different was the dimmed brightness. sparks no longer emanating from his orbitals. “i’m sorry for leaving you the way i did.”

“it’s okay, minhee.” a smile was your only cover, but it was a foolish act. you knew minhee could read over those feigned smiles… or can he really?

“it’s not,” minhee replied. “leaving you just like that wasn’t okay. it wasn’t what you deserved. i should’ve spoken to you rather than hiding through a form of a short note.”

“there’s nothing we can do about that now though.” you let go of a chuckle; ones that didn’t hold joy nor sadness, something pulled out only to fill the gap between sentences. “we’re off to different paths now.”

after his disappearance, you dived into the preparations for a small shop of scented candles. and through your other mutual friends, you were able to get a few details about what happened to minhee. a job offer from a game company had kept him busy with all the programming and coding.

“right.” with a nod, a faint smile appeared on his countenance. “do you have—”

before minhee could even proceed with what he was supposed to say, your phone began ringing. you fished out your phone, holding it close to your ears as you answered the caller, wonjin. “i’m at the cafe near the flower shop we frequent.”

if earlier had been awkward for both you and minhee, the next minutes that followed was even more awkward. with minhee sitting just across you with a silent stare, his order seemed to be taking much time to arrive on this table. what was he supposed to ask earlier anyway?

“what were you saying?” you asked, surprisingly without much thinking.

“ah, just if you were in a relationship.” minhee scratched his cheek before continuing his words. “you don’t have to answer it now though.”

the bell chimed, indicating the arrival of another customer. this time it was wonjin, his footsteps drawing closer to you. a vibrant smile was on his lips as he stopped just beside your table, greeting you before looking at minhee then back to you. “ready to go?”

you hummed as a response as you collected your shopping bags, which wonjin was quick to gather in his own hand right after. “i’ll go now, minhee. it was nice to see you.”

“it was nice to see you too. take care,” minhee said, watching you stand and walk towards the glass door.

there were a lot of questions in your mind the moment you saw minhee; no much explanation was offered. only an apology. and perhaps that was the best way to end it. giving him one final glance, another realization hit you. minhee didn’t actually order anything.

if the day had been cold, the evening was far colder, each breath formed a fleeting cloud in the air. stars had already scattered on the night sky along with the crescent moon which was slowly traveling across the sky.

“ah,” wonjin began, making you look at him with a brow raised. however, he was quick to decline his words. unable to continue right away. as if thinking if it was proper for him to speak.

“is something wrong, wonjin?” you asked, a little worried.

averting his gaze away from you, he watched the few passing cars as he bit his lips, still contemplating. using his free hand, he scratched the back of his head. “just…”

“just?” you didn’t tear off your look on him, urging him to continue.

a light chuckle left his lips and by the sound of it, laced with awkwardness. carefully, he resumed his words. “i hope you don’t mind me asking.” he fixed his gaze on the sidewalk, still hesitant to make eye contact with you. “the guy earlier… was he your ex?”

it was a simple question, the answer only lying in between the scale of yes or no. but you found yourself unable to pull a word right away.

standing beside you was wonjin. one of your closest friends. and most of all, someone who had vocalized his feelings for you. his love was not only of warm and affectionate words, it all came with actions and a huge amount of effort. a person your friends would tell you that they envy you for having. holding him close to your heart, regardless of having no labels attached, there was no way in hell you’d be favoring the idea of hurting him.

you shifted your gaze, looking at the frosty path that led to your apartment. “yes, he is,” you finally answered warily.

“i see.” wonjin nodded, a small smile coming to his lips. “how do you feel about meeting him earlier?”

one of the things you like about wonjin was the way he would check up on you. the way he would ask about your day and listen to your stories with leveled enthusiasm, eager to hear how you felt about it. for wonjin, it was something out of habit; but for you, it meant a lot. for someone to be so attentive and interested in your wellbeing, wonjin was just perfect the way he was.

and it was the reason why you also dislike wonjin. he was just too perfect of a person. someone you were afraid to hold. someone you were afraid to end up breaking. someone you thought you don’t deserve.

“i don’t know.” a chuckle served as punctuation to your words. you weren’t sure how to feel about it. the way your conversation closed made you want to ask minhee for more explanations. how did he exactly feel during the time he left you? what was his intention when he talked to you again? overall, confusion laid flat on your stomach. but you decided not to tell wonjin about that part. your mind will probably be as restless as you were exactly a year ago with the same set of questions popping out.

a cool gust of wind blew and despite the thick layer of clothes you were wearing, you shivered.

“you didn’t wear a scarf again,” wonjin remarked as he removed his own scarf, stopping in front of you to wrap it around your neck. a satisfied smile sat on his countenance as he was doing so. he patted the pocket of his coat and retrieved hot packs from it, playfully squeezing it to your cheeks before putting it in your hands. “you should wear warmer clothes. take care of yourself better would you?”

if there was one thing you would easily recognize wonjin for, it would be his kindness. you met wonjin a month after minhee disappeared. and your friends associated the encounter with the known saying, ‘when someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.’ regarding wonjin as the person to fill the gap minhee had left.

flowers were blooming back then, your head filled with the ‘why’s and possible answers to all the questions related to minhee. the preparation for your small business, a shop of scented candles, had become a major escape. taeyoung, your cousin and a fan of scented candles, was the person who was supposed to help you organize the fixtures in the shop. an unanticipated schedule made him unable to come though, so instead, he sent another person to aid you— wonjin. the ever so cheery boy who talked to you as if you knew him for years already. maybe it was one of wonjin’s talents. to make people feel comfortable around him.

he didn’t become a worker in your shop since he had a job of his own, a producer and sometimes a host, in one of the known entertainment channels. despite this, every once in a while he would drop by your shop to buy a scented candle, musing how it helped him calm down every evening and made it easier for sleep to come by.

on every visit, the two of you became closer, ending up meeting not only in the shop but also outside. it ranged from him accompanying you to pick up items from your suppliers to going out for a movie or to simply hang out.

his confession didn’t come off as a surprise, a lot of your friends had been telling you of the possibilities that one day wonjin would finally gather enough courage to tell you how he felt. he didn’t urge you to answer his confession though, instead, asked you to give him a chance in proving how much he loves you.

the train of thoughts you had made you unable to notice the time. and when you had snapped out of it, the two of you were already standing in front of your apartment.

wonjin handed you your shopping bags.

“you’re still coming with me tomorrow, right?” a plan had been set days ago, he was to come with you to buy the recent novel of your favorite author.

“of course.” he grinned before patting your head. “i’ll fetch you at 8am?”

“10am,” you corrected.

a chuckle was heard from him. “alright, sleepyhead. i’ll pick you up at 10am.”

“thank you.” you flashed him a smile which he reciprocated.

leaning closer, his hand still on the top of your head, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead— it was the only kiss you had ever consented him to do. during the normal days, it would give your stomach a fuzzy feeling, but today was different. it contributed to your confusion. or perhaps deep-seated guilt.

departing from wonjin, you entered your apartment. having no energy to walk to your room, you threw yourself on the couch. a deep sigh left the confines of your lips. however, it didn’t pull off the sensation stuck in your chest.

days ago you were so sure about answering wonjin’s confession— to finally give him the reply he’d been waiting to get. but now, everything’s all over the place. your world shook once again by the same person.

“minhee, why did you have to come back?”

the soft tune of nat king cole’s the christmas song enveloped the bookstore. unlike the other neighboring stores, there were only a few customers inside. something you considered good as you can finally browse through collections without having to deal with the bustling crowd.

as agreed, wonjin went to your apartment two minutes before 10am. a hot coffee and fluffy pancake which he bought served as your breakfast. by the time you arrived in the bookstore, it was already almost lunch.

“i’ll be in the manga and comic section, just go there once you’re ready to go,” wonjin said, seemingly excited by his own plans. “after that, we’ll eat lunch, your treat since i already bought you breakfast earlier. it would be just fair enough, no?”

you chuckled at his words and he grinned. “okay, okay, mister wonjin. lunch’s on me.”

“that’s a deal, yeah?” he looked at the shelf in front of you, a line of contemporary fiction novels seemingly freshly delivered were displayed there. “heard they restocked today, that mystery thriller book should be there if not we can just check other bookstores after lunch.”

“i think it’s here. i contacted the owner earlier and they said she was able to hold several copies.” a smile crept upon your visage. “he told me to be fast though since a lot of people are looking for it as well.”

“but you woke up late.”

rolling your eyes, you shook your head before withdrawing. “yes, i woke up late.”

without much thought, your feet brought you to the mystery fiction section of the books. it would be a definite lie to say that you haven’t memorized the sections in this bookstore and where to find the books you were looking for. it was one of the shops that, just like the cafe, held hundreds of memories of you and minhee.

fingers grazing on the spine of the books, you pulled some along the way, checking the synopsis. there might be some other interesting novels that could capture your attention before you grab your desired book.

shifting your gaze from a detective themed book to the person standing just in front of you, you looked at the book he was holding. it was the exact same book you were searching for. your breath caught halfway when your eyes met with the other. minhee was the one examining the book.

of all genres, minhee enjoyed mystery fiction a lot. just like an old movie, a memory played in your head. the two of you were a regular of this bookstore, making you a known couple to the old man who owned the store. every time a new release of your favorite series became available, it was already expected that the two of you would be there the next day.

“it’s good to see the two of you again,” the owner said, his old raspy voice resounding from behind you made you step closer to minhee as you looked at him. “minhee’s back now, i see? you’ve probably missed your boyfriend, y/n.”

you never told the owner about how minhee and you had practically ended your relationship over a year ago. the old man was so fond of the two of you that such news could probably bring a good shock to him. so you simply told him that minhee had to focus on his career and transferred to another town.

minhee shot you a confused look and you forced a smile, mentally telling him to just go with the flow.

“doesn’t want to be disturbed?” the old man laughed, walking closer to minhee and giving his shoulder a light tap. “take care of y/n.”

there was a smile on minhee’s lips as he nodded his head, you weren’t sure if it was a phony one. he bobbed his head up and down, reassuring the old man. “i will.”

you will? you thought. but you’ve already failed to do so long ago.

the way your body reacted to his words was something you hated. like a sunray seeping through the bushy leaves, it gave you a peck of hope. something you wished didn’t exist. you had already convinced yourself that it was not worth it to wait for minhee or try to rekindle your relationship with him, yet here you were hoping for a few words. hoping for him to tell you those magical words that could make you become a fool over his love again.

he seemed to have already moved on, so why won’t you simply do the same?

“y/n, y/n, look at what i’ve found—” wonjin halted your train of thoughts, his words interrupted by the sight of you and minhee together. a slight bow was given to minhee as a form of greeting which minhee mirrored.

your lips formed a thin line, head dwelling with thoughts that were only related to the man standing in front of you. turning to look at wonjin who had already lowered the book he was holding, you gave him a tightlipped smile. “let’s go. the book’s no longer available.”

“it’s not?” by the look in your eyes, he was already able to decipher what you needed— an escape. “let’s just check the other bookstores then. i’ll just pay for this at the counter.”

as you were walking towards wonjin, minhee spoke, enough to make you stop.

“you can have this,” extending his hand for you to get the book, minhee said.

shaking your head, you curtly looked at him to reply before following wonjin to the counter. “no, take it.”

it was no surprise that the next few days were spent with your mind aimlessly wandering in the memory lane, reliving the memories with minhee you had a year ago. the more you told yourself to stop thinking about him, the more your brain would push more memories of minhee. the way he would go to your apartment and scold you for oversleeping. the way he would check up on you every evening and sometimes would end up with snacks in your front door during the wee hours of the night. the way he’d be more excited than you in decorating your apartment with christmas decors. the way you’d wake up a few days before christmas with him in your room, tossing you a coat and telling you to get off the bed and do last-minute shopping. the way he’d spend christmas eves with you, by the couch cuddling.

christmas sure was a reminder of minhee as you basically spent most of it with him. it was two different entities, but hard to separate.

“are you okay?” taeyoung asked, lighting up an orchid scented candle on the table. the wave of customers had subsided, offering a few minutes of free time for the two of you who had been pacing back and forth wrapping candles.

you nodded despite being unsure.

“minhee’s back. have you met with him already?” out of all the questions taeyoung could ask, you wondered why it was the one he followed up. “it’s a short vacation. now’s your time to have all your questions answered.”

you chuckled, pulling a stool for you to sit on. minhee by far wasn’t able to answer your questions, instead, he was able to open a box of queries you didn’t notice had been in the back of your head for a while. it was like pandora’s box had been opened to spread chaos in your head. “i’ve met him twice already.” you shook your head, checking the list of inventory items for the nth time today. “it’s not helping.”

“not helping? why? how do you feel about minhee?”

for the first time in a while, you allow your heart to speak, rather than have it contained. “i’ve honestly missed him. i’d jump to hug him the first time i saw him, but something stopped me from doing so.”

“and what stopped you?” taeyoung dragged a chair to sit across you.

“the pain he had left me to deal with the moment i read his note for me last year.” you exhaled in an attempt to get rid of the sensation that went to hug your chest. it was the last thing you needed at that very moment.

taeyoung’s expressions were altered, displaying concern as he looked at you. “are you perhaps…”

he didn’t have to finish his question for you to answer. “i think i’m still in love with minhee. not of the same height as before, but i wasn’t able to move on and now i’m stuck in the spiral of my feelings for him, hoping. desperately hoping that we’d be back together again.”

“i thought you’ve already moved on.”

“i thought so as well.” you feigned a smile. tears began to wet your eyes, but none of it fell. you didn’t allow it to fall. “but i was wrong. it was easier said than done.”

it was funny how after all this time of you trying to bury your feelings away, a single appearance of minhee made you dig it all up. you tried to remember, but can’t. just how long had you been lying to yourself?

“how about wonjin? you planned to answer his confession, right? what will you do?” another string of questions you weren’t even certain of what to answer. you were too lost in the labyrinth minhee had set for you, leaving you with no space to think about what you will do with wonjin.

“wonjin doesn’t deserve half-baked affection,” you admitted. burying your face in your hands, you sighed defeatedly. “i don’t know.”

“but he doesn’t deserve to wait this long as well,” taeyoung replied. “you know what’s worse than being rejected? it’s being left with no proper answer which leaves you in an in-between state, not knowing what to do with your feelings.”

you failed to utter a reply. you weren’t the only one hurting. you were also subconsciously hurting the person who had decided to shower you with nothing but love.

the shop door swung open, the bell chiming the same way it did in the cafe when you reunited with minhee.

“can we talk for a moment?” at first, you thought it was only your imagination. you might have been thinking of minhee a lot that you heard his voice. but no. standing in front of the counter was minhee, both hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. he was panting as if he ran his way to the shop. “i have something important to say.”

silence.

it was all that covered the room where you would usually make scented candles, the only room available for you and minhee to talk. you sat across each other with quiet looks. regardless of how minhee had practically rushed to go to the shop to talk with you, he found himself unable to start right away. not sure of where to begin.

“i’m sorry about what i did last year.” finally, minhee broke the stillness that had been enveloping the room. “you have everything figured out during that year, ready to make this shop possible while i was still struggling to find a stable position in my own career. i became afraid that i will end up holding you back.” he paused, trying to look for the best words to say. for the words that could hurt less. he was aware of how much damage he had caused, adding another stack of it was the last thing he wished to do. “this is a stupid reason, but i’ve felt like i didn’t deserve you back then. that i’m someone not worthy to keep you. i’m really sorry.”

that?

that was the reason why he slowly drifted away?

that was the reason behind the note he gave you two days after christmas?

“then you should have at least tried to make yourself worthy of me!” you fired off, unable to hold the ache that made you driven to speak.

“that’s what i did, y/n,” minhee replied, his eyes slightly damped by the tears that were threatening to fall. never did you see minhee cry back then. not in the most tragic movies, not in failures. “i stepped out of your life because the minhee back then was not the minhee you deserved.”

stray tears had already fallen from your eyes, tracing your cheeks. “then why leave me with a single note instead of talking it out with me?”

“because i was afraid.” blinking away his own tears, minhee took a deep breath before continuing. “afraid that if i ever meet you one last time, i will be unable to walk away.”

“but how about me?” your voice cracked; heart engulfed with a mixture of pain and sadness. “how about me and my feelings?”

minhee extended his hands to hold yours but stopped halfway. it was as if he thought that he wasn’t the person that could best comfort you during that time. once again, he was holding himself back. there was no plausible reason to counter your question. and he was aware that apologies would never be enough to mend a heart that had been broken. “i’m terribly sorry.”

“what now?” the question shot like a dagger that cut through the air. “what do you want to do?”

“i want to make it up to you,” minhee replied. he knelt next to your chair and now, without holding back, reached for your face to wipe your tears away. “i want to prove that i’m worthy of you.”

his gentle touch did nothing to stop your tears, rather it made it unstoppable. good thing you were sitting for if not, your legs had probably betrayed you.

“y/n, i’m still in love with you.” minhee freed himself, a tear cascading on his cheek.

in this very shop months ago, he found a good amount of courage to look for you. to check up on you and explain everything. how he regretted sending that note, how he regretted leaving just like that. however, when he saw you and wonjin through the glass door, he froze. the smile you had on your lips which used to give his heart a warm feeling ended up doing the opposite— a stab. so that was how it feels like to see the person you loved the most happy with someone else?

he thought it was what he deserved. after all, he ended up hurting you. for so long, he tried to not show his face to you, to not touch your seemingly perfect life. and maybe it was so selfish of him to try entering your life once again, but there was nothing he could do. every single thing around him reminded him of you.

from the cafes near his work down to all the flowers blooming— each of your favorites memorized by heart and offered reminders of all shared memories. a reminder that regardless of how many times he attempted to erase each trace of you, you were the only one he could ever love. something that led him to going to the shops you would always frequent in. hoping to bump by with you. to exchange words with you.

you wanted to tell him about how you felt but chose not to.

another person coming to your mind, how about wonjin? how about the person who accompanied you during the time you were facing the ache led by minhee’s actions? how about the person who prioritized your happiness more than anything else? how about the person who did nothing but love you?

“but minhee…” you trailed, thoughts clamoring in your head, clashing. “i’m afraid i can’t be back with you. i don’t want to hurt wonjin.”

empty stare directed to the television which wasn’t even playing. your mind elsewhere. after what happened earlier, you become unsure who to face, what to do, and what to feel. a voice in your heart whispers your real feelings, something your mind kept on blocking. your thoughts emerging to be more powerful than anything else.

a few knocks on the door pulled you out of your reverie. it was already evening. who could that be? your feet were heavy as you trudged towards the front door. and by the time you opened it, there was a definite tug in your heartstring. wonjin was standing outside, a smile curved in his brim— it wasn’t as bright as it usually was.

you gestured him to come inside as it was freezing cold outside. he didn’t go further to the living room though, rather, stopping by the area which had all your shoes in there.

“taeyoung told me that you forgot to bring this home earlier.” wonjin handed you a paper bag which contained the fragrance oils you were supposed to use for some candle making tonight. “you seem a little out of it, are you okay?”

a realization.

you didn’t answer his question and threw him a query yourself. “you went to the shop earlier?”

wonjin nodded and hummed, confirming your horror. “i was there.”

“wonjin…”

the gloom that traced the corner of his lips through a forced smile was easily noticeable. he took a breath, his smile unwavering. “are you still in love with minhee?” a chuckle left his lips, and even with his attempt to make it sound as cheerful, it didn’t manage to give off such emotion. “i was in the shop earlier and overheard your conversation with him.”

all the words you could possibly utter failed you. they were all stuck in your throat like a lump.

pressing his lips into a tightlipped smile, wonjin’s eyes were fixated on the floor. it was as if a single glance at you would be enough to tell him the truth. something he knew he wasn’t ready to hear yet. something he, just like you, had been trying to escape from.

the silence you offered became an answer to his question though.

“you know, i’m not your boyfriend.” he lifted his head to gaze at you. “it’s absolutely fine for you to have feelings for minhee.”

“but what about you wonjin?”

a flick on your forehead was his initial response. “dummy, why are you thinking about me?” this time, lighthearted laughter flowed out of the confines of his mouth. “it’s your feelings. i love you, but never did i require you to love me back. i just wanted to love you, nothing else. all i wish for you is to be happy— to be genuinely happy with the person you actually love.” wonjin shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, yet his eyes were painted in sheer ache with tears threatening to fall. “and if it’s not me, what can i do? it’s okay, y/n.”

you weren’t the one being rejected, yet your tears were first to fall. “i’m sorry, wonjin. i really appreciate your feelings, but… i’m sorry.”

it’s over now, no? he thought before stepping closer to you.

without much thought, wonjin wrapped his arms around you, caressing the back of your head. “you don’t have to apologize. it’s alright.” he detached himself from the hug to only cup your face and look at you in the eyes. there was nothing harder than having to let go of the person that was never yours, to begin with. to push away your feelings for the sake of the person you love. “don’t hold back because of me, alright? you deserve to be loved and you deserve to be with the person you love.”

“wonjin…” a choked sob became your pause. “thank you. i’m really grateful for you.”

bobbing his head up and down, his smile, even sad, was genuine. he planted a kiss on your forehead. it would be probably the last time he would ever do that. usually, it served as a goodbye kiss, a separation that would only last for a day. but now, it was of a longer duration. you weren’t even sure when will be the next time you’d ever meet him. “you should let minhee know about it and don’t think about me. think of yourself and your feelings. give him a second chance if that’s what you want, but if he hurts you the second time around, i’ll be the first one to stop you from coming back to him.”

the same smile was mirrored on your countenance as you wiped your tears. “i will.”

one last touch, wonjin told himself, just one more.

his hand reached for the top of your head, a gentle pat done as he grinned at you before finally withdrawing and stepping back. “thank you for allowing me to love you, y/n. it was a pleasure to love you.”

without waiting for your reply, he turned his back to you and left the apartment. the cold road waiting for him. something he wished could make him feel better.

there was one thing you missed— a mistake.

days after that, minhee no longer appeared in your shop or the other shops where you bumped into him the past days. left with no contact with him, you became uncertain of how you will talk to him again.

but you wanted to.

taeyoung had left the store earlier than you did, his family demanding him to get home earlier since it was already christmas eve. a lot of people were still wandering around, your store flooded with customers doing their last-minute christmas shopping. it would be a lie to say that you weren’t hoping for minhee to come in.

there was also no message received from wonjin, the evening broadcasts stacking on his schedule. you decided not to message him, thinking that maybe he needed space.

it was snowing outside, not a heavy one, but enough for the path to be in clear white. kids taking pleasure in the weather by having snowball fights— oh, to be a child again.

surprisingly the time was quick to pass. and before you knew it, you were already handing the receipt of the last customer who bought roasted chestnut scented candles. flipping the signboard from open to close, you made sure everything in the store was secured. you picked up the chocolate cake taeyoung bought for you and went out of the shop.

as you walked home, you took comfort in watching different people. each shared busy look as they bought food and gifts for their family, a couple walking together with finger interlaced had allowed a beam to come across your brim, the youthful talks you’d hear from the passing kids and teenagers as they guess what gift will they receive the next day brought a warm feeling in your chest.

somewhat, it made you less lonely.

but it didn’t completely get rid of the thought that you wished you’d be able to see minhee today. a mental note was done, go home and then visit the shops again to check if minhee is there.

it didn’t take you too long to arrive in the hallway where your apartment was. someone was outside your door, his back leaning in the handrails as he held a staring contest with your door. in his hand was a bouquet of daffodils and tulips— two of your favorite flowers. their meanings still fascinated you up until now.

you no longer have to look for him. he was right in front of you.

“minhee?”

he turned his head to look at you, a smile peaking on his lips as soon as his eyes landed on you. there were crescents on his eyes. day one of him trying to pursue you once again. “merry christmas, y/n.”

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Lovely Boys [Chapter One]

Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.

Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term

Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit

Written by: Virgil & Claire

Edited by: Virgil

A/N: This is completely written, so unlike Sweet On You, the whole thing should be posted relatively quickly/consistently lmao. We set out to write a quick one shot and then wrote an angsty 40 pages. ~Virgil

Remus fell in love with Janus the moment they moved in together.

He walked through the door with his arms loaded with half-closed luggage, and when he saw the man standing in the kitchenette, he realized what a mistake he had made responding to the ad. He was thin, with vitiligo paling his otherwise tan skin. His hair was dyed yellow, with floofy bangs that hung in his gray eyes.

Without looking back, Janus hummed softly. "Hello, you're certainly not welcome… Come in and put your things down? You would be Remus, I presume."

Remus cleared his throat and tried not to stumble over his words. “Yep!” He kicked the door shut and dropped his luggages with a loud clatter. “Yeah, that’s me, Remus. You’re, uh, you’re not Janus, are you?” Surely this was Janus’ super hot boyfriend— Not someone Remus had to converse with regularly without imagining him… Just, never mind.

"I am… I hope you weren't expecting a female…" A frown crossed his face as he turned, showing black painted nails as he tapped his cracked lips. "That would be unfortunate indeed."

Remus coughed. He was, actually. “That’s not the problem here,” he said cheerfully, quickly averting his gaze from Janus’ nails, his mouth. “The ad sure didn’t warn me I’d have to be able to withstand sexy roommate syndrome.”

Surprised laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned on the counter. "Oh, my… You're quite a charmer, aren't you? At least you didn't run. I promise not to bite unless asked~?"

Remus shuddered. “Which way’s my room?” He squeaked. Don’t pounce your new roommate. Real shitty first impression.

Waving him to follow, he labeled the rooms, opening Remus' door for him. "I do hope you're not afraid of snakes, or the gays~?"

“Snakes?” Remus grinned and bounced after him. “You have snakes?!”

Nodding, he smiled. "I shall introduce you after you unpack and we eat dinner?"

Remus flushed dark red. “You want me to eat with you?” His voice came out a little more subdued.

Janus nodded with a frown. "Yes? It's rather important to me to make sure people I know are taking care of themselves— Just ask the debate team! I bring snacks and water to every practice debate."

“Well…” Remus straightened up with a grin. “Then I’ll help cook!”

Remus rushed back to the front door and grabbed one of his overstuffed suitcases, which had bursted open upon impact, and dragged it towards his room. Dirty laundry, lewd comics, and crinkled sketchbooks trailed behind.

Picking up after him, Janus nodded. "That sounds entirely doable…. Split the food budget and alternate dish duty then?"

“Mhm!”

Remus got all of his shit into his room, and throughout dinner, he had somehow managed to not slobber all over everywhere staring at Janus. He wasn’t… Entirely prepared for his roommate to be so hot and so gay. So he had fallen pretty fast, and then tucked away any notion of his feelings being returned. For safety.

That was pretty simple, until he met Logan.

Frowning softly, Logan nearly ran over someone in the sidewalk, stumbling and holding his bag. "Terribly sorry… Do you know where 241 is?"

Remus brightened up. He’d had a pretty shitty morning, what with walking into the kitchenette to find Janus shirtless and somehow Remus spilled hot bacon grease on him, but this boy was extremely cute. Any excuse to get his mind off the embarrassment!

“I sure do!” A predatory grin slid over Remus’ face as he squinted up at him, the sun in his eyes. “Headed there right now, why don’t I escort you and keep you safe from all the assholes headed that way?”

"A capital idea indeed… Would that indicate that you are also taking anatomy lab at this time?" Falling into step with the smaller boy, a small smile tugged at his lips. He's too cute… That streak in his hair, the mustache. I want to know how that would feel. Oh, dear.

“Mhm!” Remus’s cheery voice, and his arm wrapping around Logan’s, broke him out of his daze. “Right now and later tonight if you’re up for it!”

Blushing, he nodded. "Perhaps… See if you can keep up with me as a lab partner and then we can see if you're still up for more~?"

Remus looked up in surprise. His shitty pickup lines never worked! He laughed a bit. “Are you shitting me?”

"If you are truthfully asking and can put up with my, admittedly very dominating, personality, I see no reason to not try at least a one night arrangement. Unless you were joking and are in fact straight?" He tipped his head gently with a smirk.

Remus shivered in excitement. When was the last time he was dommed? He ruffled Logan’s hair and giggled. “I can handle you if you can handle me!” He yanked him into class, picking the seat next to Logan and glaring at anyone who tries to sit near them.

Laughing lightly, Logan hummed, setting up his workspace carefully and nudging Remus to do the same. "Focus, show me how well you take direction. Think of it as an interview for the position you desire~?"

Remus grinned. It was the slyest, shittiest way anyone’s ever convinced him to do his classwork, and he loved it. He couldn’t help going home that day with the biggest grin, rushing around to make sure everything’s ready for Logan’s arrival.

Logan had a bounce in his step as he collected some supplies before coming over at precisely the time they had discussed, knocking.

Remus threw the door open with a manic grin. “My roommate won’t be home for a few hours,” he said as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and yanked him inside. “Do what you will with that. Bedroom’s this way.”

Chuckling, Logan tugged Remus around to stroke his face. "Mmm, then shouldn't you kiss me, Rem~? Show me how much you want to study with me…"

“Anything you say,” he whispered, and shoved their mouths together.

Remus hadn’t kissed anybody in a long time— Several years, in fact. He was probably sloppy, and not the best, but he enjoyed it and fully intended on making it up to Logan with his… Obedience.

Sighing, Logan took him into his hand, guiding their kiss to press him into the nearest wall, encouraging his mouth to open and humming appreciatively at the taste of mint. Remus whimpered softly. He almost wouldn’t mind just doing this until Janus gets home. Logan was more commanding than Remus had really expected, manhandling him around exactly how he wanted, and the way he kissed is nothing short of wonderful.

Slowly pulling back, Logan cupped his face with a soft look. "Such a good boy for me… Show me to your room, I want to see all of you, my dear. Tell me your safe words, hmm? Also, you preferred term of endearment while you are mine~"

Remus groaned and nearly buckled. “Slut,” he said instantly. “And, uh, colour system. This way.” He tugged Logan into his room with shaking hands. It was cleaner than usual, but Remus was still Remus, and there was clutter spread about that he simply hadn’t thought of until then.

Chuckling, he hums. "Perfect… my little slut~!" Giving another deep kiss in praise, he gently spanked Remus' ass. "Put some music on and strip for me, show your dom what he's working with~"

Remus hurried to plug his phone into his speakers with an excited grin.

Sitting on the bed, he hummed. "Make me want that ass more, my slut… "

Remus stripped for him, and it wasn’t exactly a tease so much as it was Remus impatiently tugging off his clothes and looking at Logan with wide, validation-seeking eyes.

Sliding his legs apart, showing the erection tenting his pants, Logan crooked his fingers. "Good boy… Help me out of my pants and you can suck me as a treat, my lovely one… I'm finishing in your sexy ass, though~ "

Remus bounded over and knelt between Logan’s legs, impatiently tugging at his jeans. He got them down to Logan’s knees, yanked his boxers down as well, and ducked down to take Logan into his mouth.

"Oh~!" Fingers tangled in the surprisingly soft hair, he moaned out. "Fuck, Remus~! Such a good little slut, aren't you~"

Remus whimpered around his cock, wanting to respond but not daring to pull off. Instead, he pushed deeper, taking all of him.

"Yes, you are… Swallow too, Rem… Want to fuck your throat~" Tugging at his hair, he guided the motion to slowly fuck his mouth.

Remus moaned happily and swallowed every few seconds, though mostly drool dripped down his chin. He let his mind float off, gripping Logan’s hips. Had he ever been in subspace before? He didn’t think so.

Humming, Logan grinned as Remus relaxed, taking over completely to fuck into his throat. "Such a good little slut… Earning a treat before the main event~"

Remus mumbled something unintelligible around Logan’s cock, eyes rolling back.

"Tap once for yes, two for no… Your mouth is full~!" Taking him deeper, he hummed, cutting off Remus' air a little more. Remus gagged and rubbed his cock against the blankets, hips stuttering. He tapped hard, once. Logan grinned, thrusting faster. "Going to cum for master, my slut~? Only after I feed you the treat you've earned… Master cums first unless you have permission~!"

Remus whined and tapped along Logan’s hips in two-tap intervals, hips hunching.

"You beg so prettily… How can I refuse~? Cum for me, Remus~ " Using his mouth and throat, he moaned out, watching Remus fall apart.

Remus sobbed out as he came, nails digging into Logan’s hips. He didn’t pull off, as much as his throat spasmed and his back ached.

Stroking the soft hair, Logan moaned, tugging to warn Remus as he came hard. "Oh, fuuuuck~"

Remus inhaled sharply and nearly choked, but forced himself to swallow it down with watery eyes, his cock already hardening back up.

Petting him in apology, Logan moaned out, "Sorry, my slut… Couldn't hold back with the way you came apart for me~!"

Remus leaned into his pets with a little whine. “It was good,” he rasped, “I liked it.”

Stroking Remus' face, he wiped away the tears, encouraging him up to his lap. "I'm glad… "

Remus kissed him sloppily, hands rested on his chest. “Need you, master,” he mewled.

Kissing back, he grinned, petting the wiggling sub. "Mmm, let me get a condom and finish stripping as you present for me, sweetie… I'll let you pick whether you see me or I take you from behind~"

Remus bounced out of his lap with an excited giggle, flopping onto his tummy and tucking his knees underneath him. It was the best position he’d ever tried— He’d never felt anyone deeper.

Logan laughed as he saw the plug, giving Remus a squeeze. "Good boy… Do you always wear the plug or is that special for tonight~?"

He flushed deep red. He’d honestly forgotten he had it in… “Mostly just for tonight, but, um… Sometimes, you know…”

Nodding, he stroked the amazing ass presented to him, sliding on a condom and kneeling up. "You need to feel full, claimed? It's okay, my slut…"

Remus clenched and forced up a manic grin to push away the tightness in his chest. “Nah, I’m just a cockslut! Get going?”

Humming, he slid his cock over Remus' crack, teasing the plug as he tugs his hair to pull him into a kiss. "Mmm, it's okay if it's both, Rem… I'm definitely down for this to be a repeatable event if you are~ "

Remus can’t help it slip out, in a pathetic little whimper: “I’ve been that good?”

"Yes, Rem…. so good~" Removing the plug as they make out, he pressed in slowly.

Remus whimpered and buried his face in the pillows. “Ah… Yes, master, so good!”

Kissing at Remus’ neck, he took the slim hips with a moan, slowly bottoming out and starting to thrust. "So good for me, my pretty slut~! Oh, Remus~ "

“Master!” Remus cried out, thrusting back against him. “Master, harder!”

Growling, he nipped at Remus' neck, thrusts speeding as his fingers tighten on Remus' hips, bucking into him wildly. "Fuuuck, oh yesss… take my cock, slut~!"

Remus’s legs fell open and he sobbed into the pillow, coming without warning with a little shout.

Nipping his ear, Logan growled, fucking him through the high without pause. "Mmm, that good, hmm~? Break for me, slut… Shout my name for the entire building to hear~!"

“Logan!” He whined, squirming and gripping onto the sheets. “Ah, Logan, please! Too- Too much!”

Bending to press deeper, Logan chuckled in his ear. "Unless you use a color you will take it exactly as I give it to you, slut~!"

Remus let out a high whine and thrusted back into him wildly. “I’m sorry, master!”

"That's a good boy~! Submit to your master, slut… " Working him to that edge again, he eased back when he felt those clenches. "You're mine for as long as I desire to give you my cock and attention~!"

Remus drooled on the pillow as he took Logan’s cock, whimpering. He’d lay himself out for Logan every ten minutes if he asked him to. He realized with a deep fear settling in his stomach that he would do absolutely anything for Logan, just to keep him around.

Nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Logan spanked him. "Stay in the now even when you're floating, slut… focus~!"

“Sorry,” he gasped, “I’m sorry, master!”

Taking a moment to kiss his ear, Logan hummed. "I know…. Just don't want to lose you to the past or bad thoughts… Stay here, feel good with me, Rem~!"

“Yes, sir! It’s so good! Can I please come again, please please?”

Grinning, he sped his thrusts again. "Clench for me, make me cum and you can cum with me, Rem~"

Remus clenched down with a whimper, the pillow under his face soaking wet.

Moaning out, Logan thumbed him open wider, watching him take his cock deep. "On three, pet…. One… Two…" Remus gasped and fought desperately to hold on. Pressing in deep, he slammed against Remus’ prostate, and came with a moan. "Three~"

Remus came with a sob and a shout of Logan’s name and title, pressing his face deep in the pillow.

Janus paused with his hand on their front doorknob. Logan…? Is that Remus?!

Logan moaned out and grinned, burning the noise and feeling of Remus coming, laid out under him, into his memory as he filled the condom. He kissed and marked Remus up, hips slowly moving to ride the high. "Oh, gods! Remus, such a good boy~"

Remus moaned brokenly, his knees giving out to leave him flat on the mattress. “Master,” he managed.

Logan stroked Remus' face and tipped it for a kiss, shifting their positions to settle him in his lap after pulling out and discarding the condom. "Good boy, such a good boy… So proud of you! Show master where the water is, sweetie?"

“Kitchen,” he mumbled, blushing bright red at the praise. “You can just leave me at the table, I can take care of it.”

Frowning, he shook his head, picking him up for more cuddles and heading for the bathroom instead. "No… You're worthy of aftercare, my dear one…"

“What?” Remus buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. I can handle it.”

Petting him with a hum as he filled a glass, he smiled. "Remus… Look at me? I would be a terrible dom of I EVER left a sub without aftercare… and I am not that kind of person. You are worthy, and you were such an amazing boy for me!"

Remus covered his face. “Thank you, master,” he whispered.

Nuzzling, he smiled. "You're welcome… Show me your face, dear? You need to drink some water…"

Remus obeyed, drinking all the water Logan gave him. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was.

Stroking his cheek, he smiled, refilling the glass and offering it again. "Good… More. Relax into me, sweetie… Enjoy the care…"

Remus had never had aftercare before. He decided he enjoyed it. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, sipping some more water. Then, as quietly as possible, “I’m hungry…”

Nuzzling, he smiled. "In a moment, dear…" Taking a cloth, he dampened it, cleaning them up a bit. "I know you said your roommate was unlikely to return, but… at least a blanket for you?”

“He’s seen me naked before. I sleep naked, and sleepwalk.”

Chuckling, he nuzzled lightly. "Mmm, for me then? Warmth and softness feels good as you come back to earth after a session, dear."

“Yes, sir.” He blushed and nuzzled back into him. “Anything you want.”

Heart clenching, he sighed. "You're so sweet…" Lifting again, he carried Remus back to retrieve a blanket, making him into a burrito. "Tell me what you're hungry for?"

“Waffles,” he said instantly. “I have frozen ones in the freezer. They’re blueberry.”

Nodding, he scooped Remus into his arms after slipping his boxers on, missing the sound of the other bedroom door shutting carefully. "Waffles it is, then. Butter, syrup? Perhaps some time I can make you fresh ones~?"

“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Remus said sadly.

Humming, he lifted his chin. "Ah, but I do… That was an invitation to my place, for next time~"

He lit up. “Okay!” He grinned and pecked his lips. “Sure!”

Kissing back softly, Logan laughed, and got started making the waffles. "Wonderful! You're entirely too precious to be just one night… "

Remus sniffled and forces his grin to stay up. “No… You’re probably just desperate.” He laughed. “I’m an easy fuck, you don’t have to pretend I’m not!”

"Remus…" Cupping his face, he sighed. "Was it easy to see that we had a common interest in hooking up, yes… However, I also admire your keen mind. I was attracted right off the bat, but I would like to see more of you. As friends, or friends with benefits, or more if that's where the path leads us…"

Remus’ grin faltered as he met Logan’s eyes. It took all he has not to burst into tears— What a shitty, pathetic way that’d be to end their night. “Do you wanna… Sleep over?”

Gathering him into a hug, he smiled. "If your roommate is okay with it, sure. How about a movie night and cuddles?"

He grinned. “I have a lot of movies! I’m sure Jan-Jan won’t mind, he’s super laid back.”

Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Must be if he lets you call him that… But I have an idea that you'd call him nicknames even if he said not to?"

Remus pouted. “Nicknames are my love language.” He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you… Not want me to call you nicknames?”

Humming, he lifted Remus' face. "Don't magnify my fond tease to an expression of dislike, Rem… I don't mind one bit!"

Janus listened near the door of his room, debating on going to the kitchen as his stomach twisted into knots. What is this feeling… Jealousy, but of whom?!

“Okay,” he mumbled with a cute smile. His stomach growled loudly.

Chuckling as the toaster sprung the waffles up, he stole a kiss. "Now… Butter, syrup, or both… And yes I will be cutting them up and feeding you while you sit on my lap, my pretty little one!"

He blushed bright red. “Y-yes, sir… Both, please…”

Logan slathered them up, cutting them for him as he slid Remus over into his lap. "Looks good, hmm? Open up!" Remus opened, hands rested on Logan’s chest. Logan smiled as he fed him gently. "Such a good boy!"

“No,” Remus whined. “Nuh-uh.”

Kissing his cheek, he smiled sadly. "Why not?"

Remus looked away with a little shrug. “You’ve seen it.”

Tipping his chin back to feed another bite, he hummed. "Pretend I'm an idiot. Explain to me why you're not a good boy deserving of praise?"

Remus hesitated. “Do I have to?” He asked in a small voice.

"No, you don't have to… I'm too curious for my own good sometimes." He stroked Remus’ cheek. "However, if you want to talk about things, I will listen. I’ll try to make you feel better."

For the millionth time that night, Remus could cry. “Shut up,” he mumbled with a sniffle.

Smiling, he cuddled Remus close. "It is okay to use me as a literal shoulder to cry on, Rem… No judgement."

“I don’t need to cry,” he insisted.

Breathing out, Janus decided to make his presence known, stepping into the kitchen as if summoned by the lie. "Whyever wouldn't you? Crying is healthy and a good release…"

Jumping a little, Logan cleared his throat. "Indeed…" Janus is his roommate? Oh, gosh.

Remus’ heart dropped. “Jan-Jan? When- How long have you been home?” His skin crawled in embarrassment. The dried tears still stuck to his face from earlier, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on a boy’s lap… He probably looked pathetic.

Smiling, Janus stroked his hair lightly. "Mmm, if you're asking if I heard you two making friends… I did… I'm a tad jealous, he's cute…"

Logan blushed softly. "Remus is adorable indeed…"

Remus’ face turned bright red. He buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Sorry, Janus… We wouldn’t have been so loud if we knew you were home.”

Logan pet him softly, embarrassed, but chose to focus on Remus, helping him hide.

Janus sighs softly, flushing lightly. "Remus… It's okay. Truly.” Then, he mumbled, “It covered up my moans nicely…"

Remus blinked. “Huh?”

Logan chuckled. "I believe we gave him, uh, motivation to touch himself, my dear…."

Janus nodded, blush deepening. "The nerd's right… "

It didn’t quite compute in Remus’ head, until he forced it to make sense with a nod. “Logan is a really good dom, isn’t he?” He blushed and looked up at Logan. He was so handsome, and hot, and commanding… He didn’t blame Janus for wanting him, too.

Janus resisted the urge to facepalm. "He did seem to elicit quite a reaction from you…" Damnit, you dense man! I wanted to be him, not fuck him!!

Logan laughed softly. Oh my… Janus has a crush on Remus…

“He made me waffles,” Remus said with a delighted grin. “And he’s been really sweet afterwards… If you two hit it off, maybe he can make you feel good, too, Jan-Jan! Have you ever had aftercare before?”

“You- You’ve never had aftercare before?! How?!” Janus tripped over his words, looking over Remus and stroking through his hair. “We can get a waffle maker… Do you want more?”

Logan muffled a laugh, stealing a bite before offering Remus more. "I know, right? I want to find those negligent doms…"

Together they finished with a low growl, "-and beat some sense into them!"

Remus, startled, looked between the two of them and wilted. “Is it… A common thing?” He managed.

Cuddling Remus, Logan nodded. "It is supposed to be… As it was explained to me, a dominant partner takes the power gifted by the submissive to make their scene reality, but aftercare is the return of that power?"

Janus nodded. "It also gives the pair time to relax, make sure that both are okay? Especially if there was a lot of degrading language or impact play, sometimes a dom needs reassurance that they didn't go too hard, and the sub is truly okay."

Remus nodded slowly. He wanted to explain that he didn’t need that, not really… But he didn’t want to. He yawned and curled into Logan’s chest, nuzzling up under his chin.

Smiling, Logan petted his hair and offered another bite of waffle. "Even if you think that you don't need it, it's a good thing for both scene partners, Rem."

“Mm,” he mumbled. “Jan-Jan, we were gonna watch some movies, do you want to join? You don’t have any early classes tomorrow, do you?” Remus glanced at the clock. It was getting close to 11.

Janus hummed thoughtfully. "I have a ten o'clock… But I think one movie would be alright."

“Yay!” Remus doubted he could even stay awake for longer than one movie, so that was perfect. He nuzzled into Logan again then stood on wobbly legs, and nearly fell over.

Logan chuckled and scooped him up with a soft kiss. "I think I broke your legs, Rem~!"

He giggled and blushed, looking over at Janus. “Whoops.” This is so embarrassing… What does Janus think of me now?

Janus snorted, reaching over to stroke Remus' cheek. "It is a good look on him…. Being cared for. Just relax, Remus… I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

If Remus could blush brighter, he would. Since moving in with Janus, he had seen every form of not-self care Remus took part in, ranging anywhere from unhealthy meals, skipping classes, and degrading comments about himself. Janus always made a fuss, but Remus didn’t think he meant it that strongly.

Nodding, Janus grabbed a blanket and the remote, working with a blushing Logan to get them settled with Remus in the middle, draped over Logan's chest. "Indeed… you just lay on me and relax, Rem…"

“Yes, sir,” he breathed before he could really think about it, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled into Logan’s chest.

Logan's heart squeezed as he kissed Remus on the head, not noticing Janus frown in jealousy. Why is it him that gets you to relax and take my advice on care… Remus, why not me?!!

Remus only lasted halfway through the movie before passing out, little snores blowing out his mouth.

Janus inspected his nails, refusing to let his anger seep into his hushed voice as he asked, “So I assume you guys are dating now?”

Stiffening, Logan finished tucking Remus into bed and turned, voice cold and hushed. "Shall we discuss in the living room so we won't disturb him?"

Janus rolled his eyes but obeyed, leading Logan into the kitchenette and starting on a mug of coffee.

Following after retrieving his clothes and dressing, Logan took a mug and sipped. "We hadn't discussed anything like that… And I don't think he's ready. He was certain that this was a one night hookup and that I would leave after. I intend to work up to at least friends with benefits, but I assume you want him as well?"

Janus stiffened. “Remus is my best friend, nothing more. Wouldn’t dating him prove that he’s more than just a hookup to you? What do you mean ‘he’s not ready?’” He scoffed. “I see the way he looks at you— Hell, I see the way he looks at everyone. He’s just waiting for a boyfriend to drop into his lap. Are you sure it’s him that’s not ready, or were you just not prepared for the commitment?”

Growling softly, Logan's fingers tightened on the mug. "He's not emotionally ready… I wouldn't want to take advantage of that raw need! Do I want him to be mine, definitely! He's a lovely submissive, but he didn't even know about aftercare! He needs friends first, an education on what it would mean for him… I want his informed consent, not a moldable puppet, Janus!"

Janus didn’t seem convinced. “And somehow you believe that’s impossible to do in a committed relationship… That’s fine. Keep dragging him along. I’ll be here when you’re not.”

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'm terrified that I'm not enough for him. I saw how he looked at you, too… You can't tell me that he doesn't want both of us!"

Janus looked at him in surprise, then sighed as well. “Don’t fool yourself, Logan. He wants anybody who gives him the smallest bit of attention. He doesn’t actually want either of us.”

He tapped the table with a deep frown. "That's a fair observation… Hence my reservation to commit and then have him run to the next person. However, if it were you, I wouldn't mind sharing, perhaps."

Janus’s face turned pink. He sipped his coffee and then turned away, busying himself with cleaning up. “You don’t have to say that. He chose you.”

Smirking, he smacked Janus’ ass lightly. "Perhaps…. I can't say I haven't looked at you, either~!"

Janus whipped around with a jump, face red. For the first time since Logan’s met him, he was flustered. “Wh- What?”

Adjusting his glasses, he hummed. "I had assumed you were far too dominant to attempt to obtain, but now I'm uncertain. Remus believed you were jealous of him…"

Janus crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. “Remus is an idiot. He’s the most dense man I’ve ever met.”

"Is he? Or is that you?" Stepping in closer, he watched the reactions of the other man as he closed him in against the counter.

Janus’s eyes flitter around, landing on somewhere close to Remus’ room. “What does it matter? Has Remus told you he’s okay with not being exclusive?”

"We didn't discuss our relationship as yet… I know I'm poly and pan… But I need to talk with him. If he agrees, what say you, Jan-Jan~?" Reaching out, he stroked Janus' cheek softly.

Janus barely stopped himself from melting into the touch. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, looking away.

"Agreed, but know that I'm open to the idea?" Petting softly when he doesn't get a flinch, he smiled.

Janus brushed his hand off and stepped away. “You should get back to him,” he murmured. “He’ll freak if he wakes up.”

Nodding, he stepped back, heading back to Remus. "Sleep well, Janus…"

“Thanks,” he muttered, and hurried to his room.

When Logan went back into Remus’ room, Remus shot upwards and poorly tried to wipe away the tears before they could be seen. “Jan-?”

"Oh, dear…" Sliding into the bed after sliding out of his clothes, he hummed, taking Remus in his arms. "I'm sorry, Rem, I believed you to be asleep and didn't want to bother your rest."

Remus snuggled into his chest. “I’m okay,” he promised. His face was still wet. “I thought you left?”

"I promised to stay the night, dear… Janus simply wanted a chat." Stroking his hair, he encouraged Remus to cuddle, wiping the tears.

“Oh…” Remus kissed his cheek. “I hope you’re getting along. Janus is my best friend.”

Smiling, he nuzzled lightly. "I know, dear… He was very concerned about us, this, uh, relationship… What do you want us to be, my dear?"

Remus hesitated. “I want whatever you want.”

He stroked Remus’ hair as he thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you… You're beautiful, and I want to take care of you, but I worry that you need more balance than a one on one relationship. Now, I am polyamoirous and pansexual, so… you simply need to communicate your needs. Do you want me to be your dominant, your boyfriend?"

Butterflies practically exploded in Remus’ stomach. “You want to be boyfriends?” He asked excitedly.

Cupping his face, he smiled and lifted Remus’ to meet his eyes. "I would be honored to be your boyfriend, Remus,” he said firmly, “if you'll have me?"

Remus nodded frantically, and kissed Logan messily. Kissing back with equal fervor, Logan’s fingers slid into his hair to guide the kiss. Mine~

Remus whimpered and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist. “I’m so glad I met you,” he breathed out.

Snuggling Remus close, he nodded, kissing his forehead. "Me too, my precious."

Remus fell asleep in his arms, smiling.

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