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luvergirl-535 · 21 days ago

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meet cute, but worse

part - 1

word count - 5.1k

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

c/w - alcohol, throwup, mostly chaos lol. very very unserious.

a/n - my first piece in all lowercase letters and tell me why it was easier to write that way😔. anyway will release the other part to this before releasing anything else. can’t tell you when that will be, i’m booked and busy for awhile but i lowkey love this so i wanna keep writing sooner rather than later! based off this prompt 🙂‍↕️

(also, live reacts and feedback are very much appreciated 😛)

(also also, very unedited)

this night could not possibly get any worse.

with a face of ruined makeup, a lost wallet, and a chlorine-soaked designer dress, azzi fudd really begins regretting her decision to come on this cruise with chad at all.

especially considering chad—aka the guy who convinced her to come on the cruise, aka her boyfriend, aka the man who’s supposed to stay by her side and lead her through crowded rooms with a steady hand on her waist and buy all her drinks—has officially disappeared. and now here she is, standing outside the women’s bathroom wondering where her boyfriend, who’d promised to wait for her, has gone.

furious, azzi whips her phone out of her purse (both of which are still miraculously on her person, despite her horrible luck) and immediately dials her boyfriend’s number. if he doesn’t pick up on the first goddamn ring, azzi swears to god she’ll—

it goes to voicemail.

with a frustrated grunt, azzi sends him a quick, casual text: if you don’t get your ass to the room right fucking now i swear to god chad we’re over.

satisfied with that, azzi stuffs her phone back into her purse, runs a hand over her wet braids, and begins to make the treacherous journey back to her suite.

it’s midnight, which means all the minors on the ship have officially been sent to their rooms and all the adults have ventured to their various adult activities: r-rated comedy shows, drunken karaoke, and, for the younger adults, the nightclub.

it’s an indoor club, with strobe lights and surprisingly good music and amazing drinks. there’s a pool, and a bar, and some nice bathrooms.

it is this very bathroom—and this very nightclub—that azzi makes her way out of. it’s slow, and difficult, the club packed with inebriated bodies who seem determined to keep her from leaving. as she moves through the crowd, a few people give her strange looks, or stop to ask her why her dress is sopping wet. she ignores them all. if she didn’t, she’s not sure she’d have nice things to say.

she’s nearly at the exit when there’s a commotion directly behind her. against her better judgment, azzi pauses, turning to see where the loud, rambunctious noises are coming from. she regrets her decision to do so almost immediately—it’s nothing interesting, really. just a group of tall, clearly wasted girls playfully fighting with each other. based off the way they’re (badly) singing, they obviously know the song blasting over the speakers. almost all of them have drinks in their hands and azzi can’t help but roll her eyes at the way they’re hyping each other up.

even looking at them has azzi overwhelmed—she needs to get out of here. needs to get back to the comfort of her room, where she can pull herself together and chew chad out and get a good night’s sleep.

but, just as she resumes her exit, a body slams directly into her. she’s knocked off guard and absolutely helpless in the heels she stupidly put on earlier this evening, and she lets herself fall back into the rambunctious girls with something akin to resignation. this is it. this is my life now.

luckily, a few hands shoot out to brace her as she tumbles directly into their dance session. this means she doesn’t land on her ass, which is a good thing, but it also means she is currently being touched by, like, 12 different hands, which is a very, very bad sensory thing.

once she’s righted, azzi rips herself away from their grasps as calmly as anyone can rip away from something, and finds herself in the midst of their little circle.

“my bad,” she calls over the music, hugging her arms around herself in order to keep from bumping into any more sweaty bodies. “i got pushed and—“

“you okay, girlypop?” one of the girls says.

“yeah, that looked scary!” another younger, wide-eyed girl yells over the music.

azzi tries to reassure them, but they all start talking over one another at once, asking if she’s okay and apologizing and wondering if she wants to hang out for a drink and azzi backs up, imperceptibly, trying to escape from these drunk girls—but she bumps into someone else in doing so.

from then on, it happens in slow motion.

azzi turns around.

she catches a vision of blonde hair, someone slightly taller than she is.

she prepares herself to mumble an apology.

and then, with horrifyingly little warning, blondie bends over and pukes.

directly. on. azzi’s. shoes.

“oh my god!” azzi can’t help but cry, jumping back instinctively, and the other girls yell out with her.

“oh, shit!” the girl from earlier—one of the shorter of the group, the one with twists—jumps over to stand in between the puker and azzi. she puts her hand on the still bent-over woman’s shoulders. “boogs! what the hell!”

azzi thinks the woman might mumble in response, but she can’t hear much at all over the music. and she’s also a little preoccupied staring in shock at the bile on her feet.

with a sigh, the other girl spins around to face azzi. “i am so sorry, girl. she been acting crazy all night and honestly—we shouldn’t’a even let her out.” she tries for a good-natured laugh, but azzi just stares at her, mouth agape.

“right, guys?” the girl continues nervously, but then looks around and apparently realizes that the rest of her friend group have ditched her to take care of the awkward moment. she makes an offended noise. “fake bitches,” she mumbles.

with a little shuffle, the girl comes to stand beside her obviously ill friend, grabbing her by the shoulder and patting her on the chest. “so, uh, p, i get you’re going through it right now, baby, i really do. but you just threw up on this nice lady so i think maybe we should focus on one thing at a time.”

it’s only then that azzi’s attacker finally straightens up. her hands are placed firmly over her stomach, and her face is streaked with mascara��not to mention her complexion is slightly green.

but azzi recognizes her instantly.

and, despite the fact this girl is obviously not in her right mind, she recognizes azzi, too.

“paige?” azzi says incredulously, at the same time paige slurs, “oh, no.”

the other girl looks between them a little nervously, unsure of what to do next.

except, no, she’s not the other girl. she’s kk arnold, azzi recognizes now. guard at uconn.

and those other girls…fuck. azzi replays the memory in her mind, now with their faces attached to her resurfaced knowledge. they weren’t just some group of college girls.

azzi has had a run-in with the uconn women’s basketball team.

and she’s just been thrown up on by none other than paige fucking bueckers.

so much for getting a good nights sleep tonight.

—————————————

“so, remind me how y’all know each other?” kk says as they walk up to paige’s room. she has an arm around paige’s waist, fully supporting her, and she doesn’t look all too fazed by tonight’s events. azzi gets the feeling paige throwing up on people might be a regular event. which is just…awful.

paige answers with a groan.

sighing, azzi rubs her temple, trying desperately to ignore the smell of sick wafting up from her feet. “usa basketball. we played together.”

“oh,” kk responds. “you play?”

azzi doesn’t answer, just waits. paige elbows kk. kk says, “ow!” paige says, “kk, get your head out of your ass and look at her.”

so, kk does. she looks at her for the first time since they left the club, now under the bright hallway lights rather than the dim, strobing club ones. and it’s only a moment before realization dawns on her face. “oh, shoot! paige!” she stops dead in her tracks, letting go of paige to face her. “girl, that’s azzi fudd!”

“i know, kk,” paige mumbles.

kk turns to azzi. “you say y’all played together, what, 2018?”

“2017,” azzi and paige correct at the same time. azzi tries to meet her eyes, but paige has had her head hung low this entire time. she’s either sick or deeply disturbed or both. likely both.

they continue walking, and azzi recalls her time at camp. the memories are a little hazy, faded as all memories are. but she remembers paige—how could she not? the only girl who really gave her a run for her money, the only girl who met her competitiveness head-on. they played—well, they played amazingly together, oddly enough. azzi remembers she never really wanted to talk to the girl, who seemed loud and arrogant and overwhelming. but their chemistry on the court, without ever speaking to each other, was incredible.

she does have one very clear memory: the plane ride back. she’d been sitting in her seat, ready for the flight, when paige had hesitated beside her while walking down the aisle.

azzi had looked up, curious. “hi.”

paige’s cheeks had flushed bright red, which seemed completely out of character for the girl azzi had thought she was. “oh, uh. hey.”

azzi stayed silent.

paige scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “hey, i, um.” it looked like she was trying to convince herself to say something—almost like she was building courage to say it. a little flicker of something bubbled in azzi’s chest. anticipation, maybe? she doesn’t know; she’s never been able to figure out what that feeling meant.

all she knows is she felt disappointment when paige had sighed defeatedly and said, “can i put my bag in your overhead?”

she’d nodded. paige had said thank you. and they’ve never spoken again.

“yeah, yeah,” kk waves them off, hauling paige the rest of the way down the hall. “whatever. basically, i’m tryna say, it’s been seven years since then, right?”

azzi presses the up button, then leans against the wall. “yeah…”

“well, paige has had a massive crush on you for about eight of them.”

in an instant, kk is turned around, paige’s front pressed to her back as they lowkey wrestle. paige has a hand slapped over kk’s mouth, but that doesn’t stop her evil cackling from coming through.

paige glances over her shoulder. “she’s lying.”

azzi watches the commotion, and thinks such a scene wouldn’t have been made if kk was really lying. “uh-huh.”

“serious,” paige insists. it’s the most emotion azzi has heard from her tonight.

“okay.” the door dings open, and azzi sucks in a deep breath, being the first to step inside. “well, uh…”

kk wrangles out of paige’s grip, walking somewhat sassily into the elevator. “yeah, let’s go. p!”

paige glowers at them across the threshold.

“c’mon, girly. get in here.”

they have to hold the doors open, but eventually, and not looking particularly happy about it, paige steps inside.

azzi begins to regret agreeing to go to her room with them.

————————————

“ok, take those shoes off, stink,” kk instructs as soon as they enter paige’s suite. azzi doesn’t hesitate to comply, slipping out of her heels without looking at them, careful not to dip her toes in any throw-up. although she’s sure there are more than a few fangirls who’d sell their soul for some paige bueckers bodily fluids.

once she’s out of them, she hovers by the door awkwardly, and kk and paige exchange a glance. they obviously have some sort of silent conversation within the second-long look, because it has kk laughing. “you’re funny.”

“please,” paige murmurs.

“hell, no. you puke it, you nuke it.”

“that doesn’t rhyme, stupid-head.”

azzi watches them, a small, amused smile coming over her face despite herself.

“wait, what?” kk says, leaning her ear towards Paige.

“i said—“

“ever,” kk interrupts with a wide grin. “now go nuke those nasty shoes, for real.” kk glances at azzi and gives her a once-over before saying, “and get fudd-fudd some dry clothes while you’re at it.”

leaning down, paige grabs the shoes by the heels and grumbles something as she disappears into the bedroom. once she’s gone, kk ushers azzi further inside, leading her into the kitchen. “so,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “you in love with her yet, or what?”

azzi scoffs. “she’s not exactly charming.”

“oh, no, she real charming.” kk glances at the closed bedroom door, then leans forward, motioning for azzi to step closer. when she does, kk lowers her voice. “she just gets nervous around you.”

“i haven’t talked to paige in years,” azzi says, a little confused. a crush, she understands—many people have had crushes on azzi before. but no way paige gets nervous around her, when they’re never even around each other to begin with.

“nah, but you notice how we’ve never won a game against y’all?” kk asks.

“yeah.” of course azzi’s noticed. most people have—uconn is the team to beat, but in the four years azzi’s been in college, they’ve never once won against ucla.

“ever wonder why?”

“because we’re better than you,” azzi responds all too quickly.

kk makes an unamused face at her. “no, it’s because paige is too busy having wet fantasies about you instead of playing the damn game.“

azzi waves this off. “excuses.”

“i’m being serious.” kk nudges her in the arm, then pulls her a little closer, once again lowering her voice. “and you wanna know something else?”

azzi sighs like she doesn’t, but really, she does—she’s always been too nosey for her own good. “tell me.”

“every girl p’s ever hooked up with is a mixed baller with curly hair and brown eyes. and if she has dimples, paige lets her stay the night.”

azzi downright barks out a laugh at this one. “i’m starting to think you’re making all this shit up.”

“just watch,” kk says cryptically. “you’ll see.”

azzi wants to ask more—like, is it confirmed that paige has wet fantasies about her?—but the bedroom door opens and azzi turns her head to see paige standing in the doorway, a pair of clothes bundled in her arms. azzi does her best to keep a straight face but she must look a little guilty because paige narrows her eyes at them. “what were y’all talking about?”

“how i been constipated lately,” kk says a little too quickly. azzi valiantly keeps her expression neutral. “azzi was giving me advice.”

azzi nods somberly. paige looks borderline mortified, which is not a look azzi ever thought she’d see on someone like her. “can you try to be cool for once?” she asks kk.

“you’re the one who puked on her,” kk says. “if she could get scared away, she wouldn’t be here.”

paige sighs, stepping closer, into the kitchen with them. her cheeks are tinged pink, from alcohol or kk’s antics or—maybe something else, azzi thinks as paige avoids eye contact with her while handing over the pair of clothes. “uh, here.”

“thanks,” azzi says. she reaches for the clothes, letting her right hand just brush paige’s own before pulling back, watching for a reaction. there’s not much, but when paige’s hands are free, she shakes out the right one as if she’s been shocked.

azzi makes a little mental note. interesting. very interesting.

“you can change, um, back there,” paige says, throwing a thumb back over her shoulder before scratching awkwardly at her neck. “or, like, wherever, i’on care.”

azzi’s eyebrows raise on their own accord. paige opens her mouth, then closes it, then says, “i mean, you could also go to the bathroom or sum’. obviously you shouldn’t change, like, here. that’d be—weird.“

“riiiight,” azzi drawls, a small, amused smile playing on her face.

“so, uh, yeah.” paige sidesteps, motioning for azzi to pass. “go ‘head.”

——————————————

once she’s on her own, she takes it in—the privacy, the quiet. it’s been a long fucking night. she cannot wait to get to her own room and just sleep.

well, she’ll need a shower first. shower, then sleep. or maybe she’ll even indulge in a bath. the mere thought of it has her shoulders relaxing.

but then, her phone buzzes inside her purse. and her shoulders are tense all over again, because that’s got to be chad—texting her back thirty minutes late—and since when does she want to deal with chad?

a bit reluctantly, she pulls her phone out of her purse. it’s only at five percent and so she ignores all her other notifications, going straight to she and chad’s messages.

sure enough, he’s just responded to her last text: sorry baby, got caught up lmfaooo. you tryna fuck tn?

and then, sry for pushing u in the pool fr

waiting for you in da room

well, fuck.

that’s the first thing that crosses azzi’s mind. because, after the shit he’s pulled tonight—and every other night in the two months they’ve been together, honestly—they’re over. she’s done. which means she’ll either have to fight with him for their room for the rest of the trip, or sleep by the goddamn pool. and confrontation has never been her thing.

tossing her phone onto the bed, azzi discards of her purse, as well, before reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. her day might have been shit, but at least she finally gets to take this stupid dress off.

she fumbles a little before grabbing hold of the zipper. she pulls, and it gives about an inch before abruptly stopping.

furrowing her eyebrows, azzi pinches the zipper harder between her fingertips. pull, give. stop.

“shit,” azzi murmurs. this time, when she tries again, it doesn’t give at all, just says firmly stuck in place.

she already knows pulling it over her head or down her hips is out of the question—the dress shrunk like two sizes in the water. no way this thing is making it over her hips or shoulders without some leeway. so now here she is, stranded in the middle of paige bueckers’ room with a soaking wet dress and a broken zipper.

she considers marching out of this place without another word, going to her own room, fighting briefly with chad over it, and then cutting the damn thing off. but then she’d have to walk, shoeless, through the entire ship. and confrontation still isn’t her thing.

sighing, azzi tucks away her pride and goes over to the door, peeking her head out. the girls are still in the kitchen. paige’s back is turned, but azzi can see kk, and she has an amused smile on her face as they speak in hushed whispers. paige sounds mad about something.

azzi clears her throat.

paige visibly tenses, and kk’s smile only grows as she slowly turns around, looking very much afraid.

“uh,” azzi says, unsure what to make of the whole ordeal. “my zipper is stuck. i need help.”

god, please let kk volunteer, please let kk volunteer, no seriously, please let—

“paige volunteers as tribute,” kk says, shoving paige forward.

paige chokes. “no i don’t!”

“least you can do after throwing up on her,” kk says.

“that’s not fair,” paige argues. azzi would beg to differ, but she’s keeping her mouth firmly shut in the hopes of avoiding a potentially very awkward situation.

kk raises an eyebrow. paige sighs. then, resolve washes over her features, and azzi lets out a disappointed breath. fuck.

“okay, fine. sure.” paige is grumbling, eyes downcast as she heads toward the bedroom, and azzi shoots kk a dirty look before closing the door behind the two of them.

paige stands in the middle of the room, playing nervously with her fingers. azzi lets them sit in the awkward silence for a few moments before realizing paige is waiting for further direction.

“uh, yeah,” azzi says, stepping up to her before turning around. she grabs once again at the zipper, pulling it to show paige how stuck it is. “it’s not budging.”

paige takes a step closer, and azzi’s entire body tenses at the proximity. she doesn’t dare look over her shoulder, but she can feel paige, the drunken warmth radiating off her body, and she can hear her breathing. it’s without warning that paige’s fingers come to fiddle with the zipper, her knuckles brushing between azzi’s shoulder blades, and her body thrums with…something.

she is not usually like this when somebody has a crush on her. but she’s fresh off a self-proclaimed breakup and maybe that’s what’s making her feel so inexplicably tense.

“yeah,” paige says after giving the zipper a few tugs. “it definitely looks broken.”

azzi doesn’t say anything. every time she thinks she’s hit rock bottom, something else gets thrown at her. first the pool, then the throw-up, then a broken zipper. and through it all, chad. none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for him, azzi thinks bitterly.

“we can try getting it off without unzipping it,” paige suggests. azzi turns her head to the side, not enough to see paige behind her, but enough to try and gain some composure. because paige implying that they will both pull this dress off of her leaves her warm.

“i already tried,” azzi says instead of agreeing, which is something she weirdly wants to do. despite knowing the dress won’t come off if it’s zipped, she wouldn’t mind letting paige try. maybe letting her pull the straps down her shoulders, or even lift the skirt over her hips…

okay, azzi. snap the fuck out of it.

in an attempt to salvage the situation, azzi blurts, “scissors.”

paige chokes. azzi closes her eyes in a silent acceptance of defeat. the universe is definitely out for her.

“wha—?” paige starts, but azzi doesn’t let her finish before whirling around with a casual smile, “i meant, we might need to get scissors. like, to cut the dress off.”

“oh,” paige says, her mouth forming a little ‘O’ of understanding. “okay. yeah. uh, you sure you wanna cut it?”

the thought of trying to save this dress is almost laughable. it may have been expensive, but it was also a gift from the very same man who ruined it by pushing her into the pool. “yeah,” she says. “positive.”

paige makes a face at the dark tone of azzi’s voice, but luckily doesn’t question it. “oo-kay,” she drawls, turning to the nightstand and rummaging through one of the drawers.

“so, uh,” paige says as she searches, “how’d your dress get like that, anyway?”

soaked. she means soaked. “got pushed into the pool,” azzi says.

“oh, shoot.” paige glances over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “by who?”

“my boyfriend,” azzi says, nearly shuddering at the words. then, pleasantly, she remembers he’s not her boyfriend anymore—even though he doesn’t know that yet. “well, my ex-boyfriend.”

“your boyfriend pushed you in the pool?” paige asks. she sounds a little outraged, and, upon finding the scissors, she spins around with them in hand.

“ex-boyfriend,” azzi corrects. “i mean, as of a few minutes ago.”

“well, shit.” paige walks back over to her. “fuck him.”

azzi’s first reaction is to get defensive—she’s spent two months month defending chad to all her friends—but she doesn’t have to do that anymore, so instead she nods decisively. “yeah, fuck him.”

it’s then that paige smiles—the first time azzi’s seen it tonight—and it’s this shy, timid smile, so different from the overconfident, giddy one she gets in games. it’s clear she’s horrible at hiding her little crush and usually that would ick azzi out, but on paige it’s almost…endearing?

and for some reason, butterflies flutter in her tummy at the sight of it.

“okay,” azzi says, turning around in an attempt to crush the moment. “go ahead.”

“should i just cut along the zipper?” paige asks. azzi nods, motioning back towards herself. “do your worst.”

“alright,” paige says, a hint of doubt in her voice. she starts cutting nonetheless. azzi feels nothing but satisfaction at the first snip—she’s glad to be rid of this thing. when she gets home, she’ll burn everything else that fuckass man gave her, too. paige is, in a way, doing god’s work by cutting it.

“so,” paige says as she works. “what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

azzi winces. “uh, chad.”

paige pauses her snipping. “for real?”

“yeah,” azzi says sheepishly, before once again saying, “and he’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“right,” paige replies, tone thick with humor. “so, chad pushed you into the pool while you were wearing this nice dress. and then you broke up with him?”

“well…” azzi trails off—leave it to paige bueckers to make her feel dumb. “i mean, he disappeared on me afterwards, and then he didn’t respond to my texts until like ten minutes ago, so…”

“so he pushed you into the pool, acted crazy, and then you broke up with him.” paige says it like a statement, which makes azzi really hesitant to disclose the whole story.

“i mean, yeah,” she mutters.

paige picks up on the way the sentence lilts guiltily. “bruh.”

“i guess i haven’t actually broken up with him,” azzi is quick to say, paige’s judgmental gaze burning into the skin of her back. “but i did it in my head.”

“in your…” paige must think better of asking more questions, because she just sighs before pulling her hands away from azzi’s dress. “whatever, girl. i’m done.”

azzi turns to face her. “stop that.”

“stop what?”

“judging me.”

paige raises her eyebrows. “i’ll stop when you actually break up with him.”

it’s supposed to come as a joke, but for some reason, azzi takes it as a challenge. almost like she’d do anything for paige’s approval. which is stupid, because paige is clearly an unexpectedly dorky lesbian who just so happens to be hot and athletic.

(it won’t take long for azzi to realize she has a very specific taste in women.)

“fine,” azzi says. and then she, who has never been one to take life advice from virtual strangers, marches to the bed, grabs her phone, and navigates once again to chad’s contact. she tells herself it’s just so she’ll be able to sleep in their room tonight rather than avoiding him the rest of the trip. it’s not really true.

he answers on the fourth ring (typical). it’s nothing but a simple, “yo.” she hates him.

paige puts her hands on her hips, clearly a little surprised that azzi’s actually doing this, but daring her to see it through nonetheless. azzi switches to speakerphone. “chad,” she says, a little unsure of how to go about this. all of her previous breakups have been mutual, cordial. this…

oh, she hates him.

“wassup, baby.” he has the audacity to sound a little annoyed at being bothered, and azzi takes a deep breath to compose herself.

“chad, we gotta talk.”

there’s a long, dramatic sigh on the other end of the line. “is this about the pool? because if it’s about the pool it’s gotta wait ‘till tomorrow. i’m too tired for that shit.”

paige’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline, before furrowing in disbelief, her mouth dropping open a little.

azzi just nods.

“asshole,” paige mouths.

“actually,” azzi says, “i’m breaking up with you.”

silence. then, a bark of laughter. “yeah. aight.”

“i’m being serious.”

“whatever you say, azzi.” he sounds equal-parts amused, equal-parts irritated. “look, just come back up to the room before it gets too late. you know i’ll make it up to you.”

paige sticks her tongue out, pointing a finger into her mouth and gagging.

azzi rolls her eyes. “you wanna know something, chad?”

“what,” he says, barely interested anymore. (he has the attention span of a goldfish with adhd.)

“we’ve been together for how long?”

“uhh…” chad drawls.

“two months,” she informs him. “and in that amount of time, how many times have we fucked?”

“shit, i’on know,” he says, sounding a little more amused now, like he’s in for a treat. he has no idea.

“a lot, chad. and do you have any idea how many orgasms i’ve had in that amount of time?”

dead silence. she almost wonders if he’s hung up. paige is looking at her like she’s crazy, or maybe like she’s an angel descended from heaven itself. azzi focuses back on the phone. “zero. you have made me come literally zero times.”

another laugh, this time more awkward. “azzi, c’mon, bro—“

“so no, i would not like you to make it up to me tonight, or ever,” she continues, gaining a little momentum now. “your tiny-ass dick could never. and if you don’t get the fuck up outta that room so i can sleep tonight, then i’m—“

“hollup, you’re being serious?” chad interrupts.

“yes,” she says—he never did take her seriously. “so you need to find somewhere else to stay because—“

“hell nah,” chad interrupts once again, this time sounding straight-up affronted. “i’m not giving you the room just because you’re deciding to go batshit on me. you can have it when you come to your senses tomorrow, baby.”

rage seethes, hot and quiet, through azzi’s very marrow. she hates being condescended. hates being spoken down to. hates not being believed. she is going to tear his ass in two.

she glances up at paige. paige has now found a seat on the bed and is watching with wide eyes, looking like she needs a bag of popcorn. looking undeniably fine, somehow, even after throwing up on azzi and then proceeding to have the most awkwardly obvious crush on her. looking undeniably edible, to be completely frank.

and then—

oh, and then.

“fine,” azzi says, holding the speaker right up to her mouth so chad won’t miss a single word of what she’s about to say. “don’t give me the room. i got somebody else to stay with.”

“yeah? who?” chad asks. she can picture his stupid smile as he says it.

“paige,” azzi says, ignoring the quizzical look paige is sending her. “an old friend.”

“paige?” he says, clearly confused.

“yeah,” she continues. “and if you don’t give me that room back…” she avoids paige’s gaze for this part, or else she wouldn’t have the balls to do it, “then i’m gonna stay here. and i’m gonna get fucked by paige bueckers.”

there’s a sharp, nervous laugh. “you’re lying through your fucking teeth, azzi.”

“wanna find out?” azzi asks, hoping he doesn’t call her on her bluff.

“yeah, actually,” he says. “i’m using the room tonight. and let’s see if you’ve fucked paige bueckers by morning.”

with that, a click. the line is dead.

paige’s jaw is on the floor.

azzi squeezes her eyes shut.

okay, so azzi stands corrected. the night has, officially, gotten worse.

#pazzi #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #wcbb #wbb #this is so stupid #don’t take this serious please #i’m just making myself giggle

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neeeooon · 3 months ago

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☆ blue lock masterlist. FULL. click for more!

no link = in the writing/planning process

series,

(un)official hype squad! complete! smau ft. rin, isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, aiku, sae, shidou, sendou

shut me up! ongoing! smau ft. kaiser, bachira, isagi, rin, sae, shidou, nagi, chigiri, kunigami, reo, ness, kurona

headcanons,

call you his (dating rin)! ft. pre-relationship!rin

when someone asks you out first! ft. pre-relationship!rin

what it’s like dating sendou! ft. bf!sendou

when he’s a cute psycho! ft. cute psycho bf!rin

babysitting shidou’s kids! ft. uncle!charles

what music i think they listen to! ft. isagi, bachira, kunigami, chigiri, reo, zantetsu, karasu, otoya, ness, shidou

when you put their hair in pigtails! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo

when you're sick! ft. isagi, rin, barou, reo, nagi, kaiser

when you're on your period! ft. isagi, sae, rin, bachira, kunigami, chigiri, yukimiya, karasu, otoya

how you lost your hamster! ft. isagi, bachira, kaiser, kunigami, reo, rin, sae, shidou

when you cut your hair! ft. sae, bachira, kurona, karasu, hiori, nanase, barou

blue lock as random 50% off quotes! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, reo, zantetsu, shidou, hiori, kurona

when they dye their hair black! ft. kunigami, chigiri, reo, nagi, kaiser, hiori

when you play "10 hours of silence interrupted by the vine boom sound effect at random intervals" during an argument! ft. reo, shidou, isagi, rin, otoya

do they survive the zombie apocalypse! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, reo, nagi, shidou, hiori, kurona, karasu, sae

when you have a stalker! ft. rin, bachira, kunigami, karasu, sae, shidou

when you have a stalker pt 2! ft. kaiser, isagi, barou, reo, nagi, ness, chigiri, hiori, kurona

confessing to them! ft. isagi, kaiser, bachira, sae, reo, barou

when someone flirts with you to annoy them! ft. kaiser, bachira, reo, nagi, isagi, barou, kunigami, sae, rin, ness, chigiri, hiori

when you try to break up with them because you're insecure! ft. bachira, isagi, chigiri, rin, kaiser

when you're touch starved! ft. sae, rin, barou, karasu, yukimiya

when you go with the flow! ft. sae, yukimiya, barou, kiyora, nagi

when they find a grey hair! ft. chigiri, aryu, barou, reo, bachira, rin

when you play sports! ft. nagi, rin, bachira

when you make them a gift! ft. rin, chigiri, reo, isagi, bachira, nagi

when they propose to you on camera! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, sae, rin

when you're a serious gamer! ft. nagi, sae, rin, niko, ness

when their family embarrasses them in front of you! ft. sae, rin, isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, kunigami, barou, karasu

when they're first-time fathers! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, reo, nagi

when they’re first time fathers pt 2! ft. ness, kaiser, kunigami, rin

"my boyfriend does my makeup" challenge with them! ft. nagi, reo, rin, bachira, shidou

when they're jealous! ft. karasu, ness, rin, kaiser

when you're protective over them! ft. sae, rin, isagi, kaiser, nagi, barou, zantetsu

shopping with them when you're pregnant! ft. shidou, sae, ness, chigiri

when they're on a blind date with you! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, hiori, niko

when you're a model! ft. karasu, bachira, barou, yukimiya

when you're a picky/sensitive eater! ft. rin, barou, sae, reo

when your parents walk in on you! ft. isagi, reo, shidou, yukimiya, rin

when your parents walk in on you pt 2! ft. nagi, sae, karasu, chigiri, kunigami

when your parents walk in on you pt 3! ft. hiori, aiku, bachira, kaiser, barou

meeting their daughter's first boyfriend! ft. sae, rin, nagi, kaiser

when you're a famous footballer! ft. rin, sae, isagi, nagi

when you're an anime fan! ft. nagi, rin, sae, bachira, shidou

how they act at karaoke! ft. bachira, barou, otoya, kunigami, chigiri, karasu

when your child is covered in mud! ft. chigiri, barou, sae, rin, aryu, isagi

when you play with their hair for the first time! ft. sae, rin, chigiri, ness

when you have trouble expressing your feelings! ft. ness, rin, shidou, reo, barou, karasu

when you play soccer in heels! ft. sae, oliver, karasu, kaiser

when you're affectionate toward them! ft. sae, rin, reo, isagi, kaiser

when you’re affectionate toward them pt 2! ft. ness, kunigami, gagamaru, karasu, nagi

"a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with him! ft. yukimiya, bachira, kunigami, barou, kaiser, shidou

when you're nonverbal! ft. barou, isagi

when you’re nonverbal pt 2! rin, sae, reo, nagi

when you "wasted" your soccer talent! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, noel, aiku

when they find out they have a kid! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, nagi, kaiser, aiku

when they find out they have a kid pt 2! ft. sae, rin, reo, isagi, ness

when they find out they have a kid pt 3! ft. shidou, bachira, barou, kunigami, karasu

when they find out they have a kid, cont! ft. sae, kaiser, isagi, shidou, chigiri, rin

when you end up together (when they find out they have a kid pt 3.5)! ft. sae, rin, shidou

when they're jealous of their teammate! ft. kaiser, sae, bachira

when you play mouthwashing together! ft. nagi, rin, ness, kaiser, isagi

when you play goalie for them! ft. isagi, kunigami, niko, bachira, nagi

when they don’t know you’re bilingual! ft. rin, bachira, karasu

when you trace their hand veins! ft. sae, kaiser, nagi, reo, rin

when you’re lazy! ft. sae, rin, reo, barou, kunigami, oliver

when they confess their crush on you! ft. isagi, reo, yukimiya

when your bridesmaids give them sexy polaroids! ft. barou, reo, rin, yukimiya

when you sing “whatta man” to them! ft. bachira, chigiri, barou, ness

when he has dating rumors with someone who isn’t you! ft. rin, kaiser, isagi

when they find your fan account! fr. rin, kaiser, sae

when you make a joint playlist together! ft. nagi, reo, yukimiya, shidou, karasu, ness, kurona

when your kid snaps at you in front of them! ft. isagi, bachira, sae, rin, nagi, kaiser

when you receive a lot of valentines chocolates! ft. barou, karasu, bachira, ness

reverse kdrama romance with them! ft. isagi, bachira, ness, sae, kaiser

when they fall for their manager (you’re les)! ft. sendou, aiku, isagi, shidou

when you ask to split the bills! ft. isagi, sae, barou, nagi

when you cry over your ex! ft. aiku, sae, rin, kaiser, chigiri, nagi

when you have a strained relationship with your parents! ft. hiori, ness, chigiri, shidou, rin

when you’re depressed. ft. sae, rin, isagi, kaiser, bachira, nagi

when you have magic hair! ft. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, barou

when they realize they’re falling in love! ft. sae, rin, reo, kaiser, nagi

texts,

random texts with bf isagi! ft. isagi

random texts with bf nagi! ft. nagi

random texts with blue lock! ft. shidou, rin, charles, chigiri, isagi, kunigami, reo, bachira, kaiser, hiori, kurona

random texts with bf kaiser! ft. kaiser

random texts with bf shidou! ft. shidou

random texts with bf rin! ft. rin

random texts with bf reo! ft. reo

random texts with bf ness! ft. ness

smau texts with bff kunigami! ft. kunigami

when you match his freak smau! ft. shidou

when you match his freak smau pt 2! ft shidou

oneshots,

forget me not! angst ft. sae

lazy sunday! fluff ft. nagi

“what’s your body count?” prank on them! platonic crack. ft. aiku, sendou, otoya

the past becomes the present! angst/hurt-comfort, happy ending ft. ex-husband!reo

water, salt, and a candle! slight angst, fluff ft. ness

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himewonu · 3 months ago

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ROMANCE IS HARD (TO GET) ; lee chan

summary he knows you like him; you know he likes you. all chan wants is to be your boyfriend, how hard can it be？ starring chan x f!reader genre fluff，mutual pining，inspo meant to be mv contains kissing (ugh)，mentions of alcohol，reader is literally just playing hard to get Lmfaoo…. word count 0.4k (lowercase intended)

from rhin, while i was writing this, my sister and i were told to do karaoke and she opened my phone to look for some songs and THE DRAFT OF THIS WAS OPENED and she started reading it😭 minutes later she was like “so who’s chan”….

you and chan escape out of the beachside restaurant. your friends went overboard with the drinks, and you didn’t want either you or chan to be next. you can hear the faint booming noises coming from the restaurant as you roam around the display of surfboards and parked motorcycles.

“what’s up with the random surfboards and bikes?” chan glances around the view, intrigued by the mix.

“apparently a lot of the local surfers and bikers go to this restaurant.” you’ve done your research about the restaurant, and the whole dynamic between the surfers and bikers sounds straight out of a movie.

you lean against a standing surfboard, watching the ocean wave at you from afar. chan stands next to you, and as you turn your head to look at him, his eyes meet yours. they avert to your lips, then back to your eyes.

right when he was about to lean in for a kiss, you turned to look at the surfboard next to you and brought up surfers and bikers. “if you were a local here, would you be a surfer or a biker?” you ask.

“biker,” he answers, still not looking away from you. you leave your spot and move around to keep looking at the surfboards and bikes.

“i’d probably be a surfer, with a lot of biker friends,” you chuckle at the thought of being protected by biker girls. “would you ever want a surfer girlfriend? or a biker girlfriend?”

“surfer girlfriend. unless you change your mind and you want to be a biker, then biker girlfriend.”

you sit down on the sand with your back against the wheel of a motorcycle. chan crouches down next to you, and you two make eye contact again. he tries to lean in for a kiss again, and just when he thinks you are finally accepting it, you move your head to rest on his shoulder.

“you’re so cute and funny, chan. i’d want my biker boyfriend to be like that.”

“i’d want my surfer girlfriend to kiss me back,” he mutters as he pats your head.

“you’re so desperate. take me out on a real date, and we’ll see,” you joke. “i just want to savour this moment for a while.”

“and then we can kiss?” he asks, knowing you’re probably going to say no. you pull away from his shoulder and look at him. the way his sight never leaves yours shows that he’s practically begging to be yours.

“i guess moments like these can be romantic.” you press your lips against his, falling against the sand floor while chan makes sure his lips never leave yours.

finally.

svt masterlist .ᐟ

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eggyrocks · 4 months ago

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OVERNIGHT: SAKUSA K. in an empty bar on new year's eve, sakusa meets a girl, and he can't bring himself to say goodbye

tags/warnings: sakusa x f!reader, meet cute, new years, strangers to lovers, timeskip, alcohol mention, ooc sakura, background atsuhina, flirting via gossip, just lonely people finding each other

word count: 3.4k

It’s New Year's Eve, and Sakusa is alone.

Unless you count Atsumu and Hinata, tucked into a corner and drunkenly singing into fake microphones (because the bar doesn’t offer real karaoke), to an eighties pop-ballad. Or the old man stoically sitting in a cracked leather booth, gripping a half-empty glass of scotch that it looks like he’s been drinking since the seventies. Or the bartender who has not once looked up from his phone in the past twenty minutes and would clearly rather be at a better bar. Or the girl who’s collapsed onto the bartop, face hidden by her arms and her second drink empty besides her.

Which Sakusa doesn’t. So, he’s alone.

If he had his way, he’d be at home. He would be asleep by the time the clock struck midnight, and he would wake up to the new year. But Sakusa doesn’t have his way, because apparently the words no, I don’t want to go out, don’t have the same weight they used to, and two idiots will show up at your door and drag you out, anyways.

He looks over his shoulder. Two more hours until New Years, and Atsumu and Hinata are already drunk, arms sloppily thrown over each other’s shoulders, leaning on each other for support. Maybe Bokuto has the right idea, and getting into a serious relationship is the only sure-fire way to avoid nights like this.

Sakusa glances over to the bartender, who’s adjusted his position so he could plug in his phone to charge. He then glances over to the old man, and it looks like he hasn’t moved an inch, but there’s definitely less scotch in his glass now. And then, he looks to his left, to the girl who’s face down at the bar.

Sakusa eyes her, a bit. He wonders if she’s okay, or if she’s just that drunk. This thought concerns him, and it annoys him. Because if she’s so drunk that she can’t sit up, it sort of becomes his problem. He can’t just leave her here, limp and unmoving in a sketchy bar with none of her friends around.

He contemplates saying something to her, and has already decided against poking at her arm to try and rouse her. His mouth opens underneath his mask to say something, but Sakusa closes it. He doesn’t know what the proper thing is to say.

“I can feel you staring at me,” comes a muffled voice from the lump of limbs that is the girl at the bar. “I’m not passed out, I’m just miserable.”

Sakusa’s face heats up at the notion of being caught, and his shoulders stiffen up. “Um, okay,” he says.

The girl straightens up, slightly groaning as she does so. When she turns to face Sakusa, he has the thought that she’s actually pretty, if you ignore the indents left on her face from it being pressed against the bar. “Are you here alone?” she asks.

“No, I’m with them over there,” he says, gesturing behind him towards Atsumu and Hinata, answering without realizing it. “Unfortunately.”

She spins around on the barstool to get a good look at them, and when she spins back around, her shoulders are slumped and the corners of her mouth are downturned into a pout. Sakusa almost laughs at the way her expressions are so dramatized. But he doesn’t, his mouth remains pressed in a flat line.

“I’m here alone,” she explains, though she doesn’t have to, Sakusa figured. Unless she was here with the old man or the world’s rudest bartender. “I was supposed to go out with my friend tonight, but that didn’t work out,” she says, and then pauses, like she’s waiting for Sakusa to ask her about it. He doesn’t say anything.

“It’s pretty depressing,” she comments, resting her cheek on her hand, “being alone on New Year’s. I feel like a fucking loser.”

“Not that bad,” Sakusa comments, twisting his hands together in his lap. “It’s how I would’ve preferred to spend the night.”

In the corner of the bar, the singing duo of Atsumu and Hinata trails off, and the sound of their silence turns Sakusa’s head. He peers over his shoulder again to see them both, clinging onto each other, in hysterics, laughing silently as they grip at each other.

There’s a small lurch in Sakusa’s gut, though he can’t quite place it. He turns his attention back to the girl.

��Your friends seem fun,” she comments. “And you seem kind of like a buzzkill.”

Sakusa bristles, though he supposes he has no reason to be offended. All she knows about him is that he’s sitting at a bar, pouting, while his loud, drunk friends have more fun than him. “I’m not the one alone at a bar on New Year’s,” he retorts half-heartedly.

He expects her to be equally as offended as he was, but she doesn’t seem to be. She just sort of shrugs, looking deflated. “I mean, you’ve got me there.”

She removes the heel of her palm from her cheek and drags the tip of her finger along the rim of her empty glass. He’s sure she would go for another one if the bartender was paying closer attention. She looks lonely. And maybe he’s just bored. Maybe he feels bad for insulting her. Maybe he just feels the same. But, regardless, he has this odd urge to keep her company. And that odd urge makes him ask, “What happened with your friend?”

She sighs. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“I have time,” Sakusa replies.

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The bartender pulled himself away from his phone long enough to top off their drinks, and now Sakusa’s body feels warm. “That doesn’t make any sense,” he says, words dragged out by the alcohol in his veins.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m saying!” she exclaims. Sakusa’s noticed that the more she drinks, the more expressive she gets. She waves around her arms and speaks with her hands and slams them down on the bartop when she gets too excited. “Because it would’ve been fine if she didn’t have the money for rent one time, I don’t mind covering if she’s going through it, but obviously she did have the money, and she just wanted to use it for her stupid birthday party and then not invite me.”

Sakusa’s eyes feel heavier than they did before. There’s an hour-twenty until the new year. He’s more invested in her story-telling than he thought she would be. “So she was essentially asking you to pay for a party that you weren’t invited to.”

“Isn’t it such a dick move?” she questions excitedly, like she’s ecstatic to have someone agree with her, to tell her she’s right, even if it is a half-drunk stranger at a bar. “And, it’s like she was going for the biggest dick in the universe award, because on top of all of that, she just straight up lied to me about that stupid party and told me her parents were taking her out for dinner. Like, do you think I’m an idiot? We have the same friends. We literally live together. I’m not that stupid.”

Sakusa likes listening to her talk. She has a pretty voice. He likes listening to it, hearing when it cracks or when it rises an octave. She’s gotten prettier, too. It might have something to do with the drink in his hands, but it’s like she has this soft glow that emits from her, soft and warm. And despite her raging, Sakusa feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He’s abandoned his mask in favor of drinking, so it’s out in the open, there for her to see.

She doesn’t notice, though, she’s caught up in her storytelling, talking loudly to eclipse the music that plays. “And I wasn’t going to say anything at first, because I was really trying to keep the peace until I was able to move out, but then I found out that she was talking-”

“Omi!”

She is cut off by Atsumu, properly drunk and not even attempting to hide it. “We were gonna walk back to my place so me and Sho could count down the New Year there. Wanna come?”

“No,” Sakusa answers sharply. Atsumu tosses an arm over his shoulder and it nearly makes Sakusa shudder. He shoves Atsumu’s hot, sweaty arm off of him, and Atsumu pays no mind to this, just switches his embrace over to Hinata, who flanks him with his eyes fluttering shut. “Can’t you just stay here?”

“This bar sucks,” Hinata whines, head flopping onto Atsumu’s shoulders, and Sakusa can swear he sees the bartender glare at him from the corner of his eye. “Come back with us, I hate it here.”

Hinata seemed to like it plenty twenty minutes ago when he was singing his lungs out to city pop, Sakusa’s not exactly sure what’s changed since then. And while he’s trying to figure it out, Atsumu seems to notice that Sakusa’s not exactly alone at the bar anymore.

“You can bring the hot girl back with you, if you want, I don’t care,” Atsumu says, which earns him a light whack upside the head.

“Don’t be a dick,” Sakusa chastises him. He looks back at the girl at the bar, and he realizes then that he never asked her name. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a jackass.”

She has this expression on her face that seems half-way between uncomfortable and amused. “Don’t worry about it,” she says. “And you don’t have to stay here on my account. I was probably going to head home soon, anyways.”

That’s a lie, Sakusa thinks, and he’s irritated with the interruption. He wants to know what she was going to say next. He wants to know exactly how it is that she ended up here, alone. “No, you were talking. I want to hear the rest of your story.”

Hinata perks up. “Sakusa, just stay here and talk to your new friend, and we’ll just go back.”

“Yeah,” Atsumu agrees, “you don’t ever make new friends. We don’t wanna ruin it for you.”

Sakusa hopes she doesn’t notice the way his face starts to burn up. “I don’t trust you two to get back. You’re too drunk, you’ll end up frozen in a park by morning.”

“You know,” she interrupts, and Sakusa turns to look at her, “if you guys walked, I wouldn’t mind going with you. I could finish my story on the go.”

Sakusa blinks.

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She’s bundled up for the cold, a knit hat pulled down over her ears and a thick scarf wrapped around her neck several times. And even though her hands are covered by a pair of mittens, she still shoves them deep into the pockets of her jacket, trying to shield them further from the wind. Sakusa cannot stop thinking about how cute he finds this.

They walk several paces behind Atsumu and Hinata, who, since leaving the bar, have not detached from each other. Still, Sakusa can hear their laughter, and he wonders if there was a reason he had to be dragged out tonight, if it was just going to be those two all over each other.

For some reason, though, he feels more appreciative of it now.

“I think your friends are in love with each other,” she comments, voice slightly muffled from the scarf that obscures her mouth.

Sakusa scoffs. “Yeah, it’s been like this for a while. Tonight might be their breaking point.”

The wind blows between them. There’s old, icy snow on either side of them. The sidewalk is gray and covered in salt. The night looks as cold as it feels, and Sakusa can feel it run down his spine. His jacket’s too thin for the wind. He shivers, and she looks up at him.

“Here,” she says, grabbing at the end of her scarf and unraveling it from her neck. “Take this.”

“No, you don’t have to-” Sakusa starts, but is cut off when she tosses the scarf around the back of his neck, and throws the end of it over his shoulder.

Sakusa blanks, for a moment, stunned. The scarf smells warm, like cinnamon, and when it touches the back of his neck, he gets goosebumps. “Thanks,” he says.

She pulls the hood of her jacket up over her head to make up for the loss. “You looked too cold. It was making me colder.”

“So what happened next?” Sakusa questions, and she looks at him with a raised brow. “In your story. You said you were trying to keep the peace with your roommate, and then you got cut off. What happened next?”

For a moment, she looks at Sakusa, and she smiles. It feels nice to be on the receiving end of it. It eases a strain in Sakusa’s chest that he didn’t even realize was there. “Yeah, right. I was going to try and keep the peace, but then I found out she was talking to my ex-boyfriend behind my back, and that was like, the whole reason she didn’t want to invite me to her party in the first place. Which, I mean, if they’re going to talk, fine, that’s none of my business, but I just think it’s so weird to choose a man you’re not dating over your friend. Especially because no one was making her choose!”

She immediately falls back into her animated retelling, and Sakusa notices that her pace is matching his. He listens, and watches as their footprints leave faint, matching prints in the salt and dust of the sidewalk.

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The scarf makes him warmer. So does her voice. Sakusa gets so caught up in it he doesn’t realize they’ve reached Atsumu’s apartment.

“Hey Omi!” Atsumu calls from the front door, her and Sakusa still lagging several feet behind them. “Are you going to come up?”

“No,” he replies, “I’m gonna walk her home.”

From the corner of his eye, Sakusa can see her look up at him in surprise, her raised eyebrows hidden under the hood of her jacket. It makes him smile, despite himself.

Atsumu shrugs. He takes Hinata’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “Alright man, I get you. See you next year!”

Once Atsumu and Hinata have disappeared, she says, “You don’t have to walk me home, y’know.”

“Yes I do,” Sakusa counters. “It’s late, you can’t walk back alone. Plus you haven’t finished your story yet.”

She hasn’t, and Sakusa needs her too. She was in the middle of telling him about how her roommate’s mother sent her a scathing letter, and Sakusa’s too invested to give up on it now. Her mouth twists into a smile, like she’s fighting it. “My apartment’s kinda far from here.”

And despite her warning, she turns, and starts walking back in the direction she came from, and Sakusa follows, eagerly falling back into place and matching her step. “Gives you plenty of time to finish what you were saying.”

“You know, I’m surprised you actually care this much,” she tells him, half-teasing. Her gloves hand brushes against him as her arms swing. “You kinda seemed like the type who loves not caring about shit.”

He doesn’t want to be offended, because she’s right, but he is. Sakusa’s irked that that’s her perspective on him, and he’s irked that he does care so much. “I just wanna know how I ended up meeting you tonight.”

Sakusa watches from the corner of her eye as she tilts her head, and she makes this little noise of contemplation in the back of her throat that gives Sakusa goosebumps again. “It is nice to have someone to talk to,” she says. “You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to about it. Hey, what’s your name by the way? I heard your friends call you Omi.”

He looks down at his feet. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

She tells him her name, and it fits her. He repeats it over in his head a few times, once under his breath. He likes the sound of it. He likes the way it feels when he says it.

“Thanks for spending New Year’s listening to me rant, Sakusa,” she tells him with a smile.

He returns it, because he can’t help himself. “No problem.”

There’s a beat of silence, the only noise being their shoes crunching against small, harmless patches of ice. She takes a deep breath. “So, anyways, when I got that letter from her mom, I basically freaked the fuck out, because so far that was like, the most insane thing to happen to me ever.”

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By the time she leads them back to her apartment, Sakusa hates her roommate more than he’s ever hated anyone, and he can’t feel the tips of his fingers. He keeps thinking about taking one of his hands out of his jacket pocket, and stuffing it into hers, their hands becoming one, clammy, knotted-up, warm mess. The thought makes him nervous.

“So then, earlier tonight, I got a call from her, and she told me she was moving out, and leaving me alone with the lease, but we could still go out tonight if I wanted. But at that point, I just kind of gave up, and I told her to go out without me. Then I looked up cheap bars nearby, and I ended up meeting you.”

Her timing’s perfect. She stops on the sidewalk in front of her building, and turns to face Sakusa directly. He hums. “That’s a pretty fucked up story,” he tells her.

“I know,” she replies with a nod. “It’s a great start to the new year, right?”

“At least I got to meet you,” he tells her, and he doesn’t know why he says it. He just sort of says it, naturally, and even though his cheeks go red, he doesn’t regret it.

She gives him a soft smile. “This is my place. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Of course, I was happy to.”

Her hand pulls out of her pocket, and her phone comes with it. She presses a button on the side, and the screen lights up. “It’s twelve o’one,” she tells him. “We missed it, fuck.”

Sakusa is suddenly flushed with thoughts of a New Year’s kiss, and he lets himself think them, because there’s no harm if he doesn’t say it outloud. He shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

She nods, and keeps her eyes down on her feet. Sakusa has this odd urge to grab her by the chin and make her meet his eye. He doesn’t know what it is about her, or her squeaky voice and terrible roommate and her dramatics and extravagant storytelling, but he feels like he’s been hooked by something. He doesn’t want to say goodbye to her.

Her feet shift her weight around. “I have other stories, by the way.”

Sakusa raises his brow. “What do you mean?”

She looks behind her, for a second, and then back at him. Not quite looking him in the eye, her gaze hovers somewhere around his chest. “I have a lot of stories, actually. Horrible exes. Family drama. Lots of stuff I could tell you about sometime, if you wanted to hear it.”

His chest feels like it’s expanding. “I want to hear them,” he tells her outright. “Any time you want to tell them.”

She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, and pulls out a slip of paper. A teared up piece of the receipt from the bar. She hands it to him, and Sakusa takes it, her gloves brushing against his finger tips. “I was hoping you’d ask for my number, so I came prepared. Call me the next time you want to hear something crazy.”

Sakusa smiles. “I will.”

“Happy New Year, Sakusa,” she says, and she stands on the tips of her toes to place a soft, quick kiss to her cheek.

And before he has time to react, she rushes away, disappearing behind the front door of her apartment building. Sakusa’s hand reaches up to hover the spot where her lips touched him, and it feels numb.

He looks down at the paper in her hand. Her number, written in smudged pen ink, and a note that says, the girl slumped over at the bar who talks too much-call me if you’re into that.

Sakusa smiles, with her scarf still around his neck and folds it neatly back up, placing it in the front pocket of his jacket.

an: happy new year i love u all

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poweredbycoffee · 1 month ago

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Ateez on your first date:

Jongho:

won’t try to kiss you but tucks your hair behind your ear when he says goodnight with a heart melting smile

very classy date, will splurge on an upscale meal and drinks after not because he’s trying to flex but because he wants to make a good impression

if he feels comfortable around you there will be late night karaoke

apologizes for keeping you out so late but you had too much fun with him to notice it’s nearly midnight

San:

gets you home on time to get a good night’s sleep, won’t try to kiss you but gives you the biggest hug

will pay for everything and ignore any protests that you can split the bill

if going out isn’t your thing, king of cozy first dates spent on the couch binge watching a drama eating delivery food

will show up at your door with flowers regardless of the type of date

Yunho:

kisses your hand when he says goodnight and blushes all the way to his ears the second he looks up

you’ll know he really likes you if he lets you win at trivia night or a board game

10/10 will hold your hand under the table

made for long romantic walks in the park

Wooyoung:

if he senses you’d be into it, cups your face in his hands and kisses you goodnight in way that leaves you breathless

will affectionately scold you if you flirt with him then hide behind the menu at a cafe or restaurant because he Cannot Even

most likely to rent a nicer car than what he actually drives so your date is extra special

playfully jealous of cute dogs you meet in the street because he wants all your attention

Mingi:

won’t try to kiss you but texts you an hour after the date is over to ask if he can see you again

showers you with compliments, will make you feel like the hottest person in the room wherever you go

takes you to all the best street food stalls he doesn’t tell anyone else about

might tell you he loves you if there’s enough soju involved

Seonghwa:

kisses you goodnight on the cheek with his coat wrapped around you to keep you warm if it’s cold out

loves a shopping date, will spend more on you than he will himself but please make him realize he should get the Lego Millennium Falcon he really wants

takes photo booth pics with you and displays them on the refrigerator

steals admiring glances at you every five minutes because he thinks you’re so cute getting excited over things you like

Hongjoong:

won’t try to kiss you but won’t let go of your hands when he says goodnight like he wishes you didn’t have to leave him

changed outfits twice before leaving the dorm because he got nervous and couldn’t decide what to wear

stays up late writing about how the date went after it’s over, a year later you realize he put you in a song

loses track of time having a deep conversation with you and nearly misses your dinner reservation

Yeosang:

thinks about kissing your lips but doesn’t want to scare you off, kisses your forehead when he says goodnight

prefers museum/bookstore/cafe dates because they feel less serious and awkward for both of you

gets help from a stylist to figure out what to wear that will make him look cool enough for you

likes it when you take the lead and hold his hand first

#ateez #kpop #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #hongjoong x reader #wooyoung x reader #yeosang x reader #jongho x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez fic #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #kpop fic

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huxhsz · 8 days ago

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UYYY PHILIPPINES!!! 🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭 PHILIPPINES!! 🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭

Anyway, I wanted to ask if your up for making hcs for all the boys? Or atleast for Caleb, Zayne, and Sylus hehe

Prompt: Introducing your boyfriend to your family at a cliche filipino party hehe so you got the nosy titas, energetic younger pinsans, and the titos hogging the karaoke machine and drinking before lunch barely starts.

Feel free to ignore this or do whatever you want with the idea. I'm just really excited to find another filo lads fan 🥹💖

Ingat and stay hydrated!! (JUSKO PO NAPAKA INIT PARANG AKONG BARBEQUE INIIHAW SA LABAS)

🍓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ introducing him to your filipino family ── ★ !!

featuring: sylus, caleb, xavier, rafayel, zayne

note/s: ayy thank u so much for reaching out and super sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a month 😭 it's been staring at me like a neglected tupperware in the fridge but anyway here i am finally replying LMAO bro ur family is never gonna let u break up with any of them LMAO good luck 😭😭😭

── 𐔌 SYLUS ؛ ଓ

si sylus yung mukhang bad boy na lowkey intimidating pero mabait sa bata kaya biglang magiging fan favorite

si tita baby: "alam mo nung high school ako nakipag date rin ako sa isang bad boy eh... kaso iniwan ako..." (habang may hawak na red horse)

sylus, deadpan: "… sorry to hear that po."

brings imported chocolate or some fancy snack from abroad tas ubos in 0.2 seconds kasi dinumog ng mga bata

sumubok mag-karaoke kahit alam niyang sintunado 😭 "tito ano next song?"

mga pinsan mo: "UY BAD TRIP KA SYLUS HINDI YAN YUNG TUNOG NG 'BAKIT PA BA' NI JAY R!!"

after the party habang nag-aayos ng gamit biglang lalapit si tita baby: "wag mong saktan yung pamangkin ko ha? kasi pag sinaktan mo…" (may hawak na tsinelas)

sylus, with a small smile: "opo, tita."

── 𐔌 CALEB ؛ ଓ

bro’s already part of the fam at this point. like as soon as he steps in, he's giving out mano to the titos and titas. your lola LOVES him.

every time he visits, someone asks him to fix their electric fan or their car. like hindi pa siya nakaka-upo, may tatlong pinsan na nakaabang with “kuya kuya tulong naman sa...”.

tito na lasing at 3 PM: "kaya mo bang lumipad ng lasing ha?"

caleb: "uh... hindi po advisable yun tito." (deadpan face pero polite pa rin 😭)

all the younger pinsans follow him around kasi "kuya caleb!! kuya caleb!! can you make a paper airplane?? kuyaaa!!!" 😭

the titas are already planning the wedding kahit kaka-meet pa lang niya sa family 😭💀 "sayang naman kung hindi mo papakasalan yan, ha!"

kuya caleb helping out sa handaan kahit hindi siya pinapagalaw, like girl he’s at the grill, checking the isaw like a pro

── 𐔌 XAVIER ؛ ଓ

literally nasa sulok buong party, nakasalampak sa isang plastic na monobloc chair

mukha na siyang inaantok kahit kakadating niyo pa lang 😭

"xavier gusto mo ba ng coke?"

xavier, barely awake: "sige po." (pero hindi naman niya iniinom kasi nakatulog na siya 😭)

may batang tatabi sa kanya tas makikitulog na rin siya doon 😭

titas are like "ay ang cute naman ng boyfriend mo pero... okay lang ba siya??"

"ganito lang po talaga siya." 😭

pagkatapos ng party ikaw yung nag-aalalay sa kanya habang half-asleep siya, tas mga tita mo: "pakasalan mo na yan para maalagaan mo siya forever!"

xavier, still half-asleep: "okay lang naman." (???)

── 𐔌 RAFAYEL ؛ ଓ

"painter ka???" – "oo po." – "nako, may pera ba dyan?"

then they find out na HE'S RICH AS HELL and they’re like "ahhhhhh ibang usapan na to!!" 😭

rafayel looking all pretty and composed in some crisp linen shirt tas yung mga titos like "anong medium mo? oil? acrylic?" (as if they know art)

then the titas see his hands, all stained with faint traces of paint, tas biglang "naku, artist talaga, alam mong hardworking!!"

rafayel looking slightly uncomfortable habang pinapalibutan siya ng curious titas but he’s smiling politely (pogi pa rin kahit awkward 😭)

one of the titas asks if he can paint her portrait, and he’s like "sure po" tapos yung buong barangay magpapalista na rin 😭

he brings some fancy dessert like "oh, i picked this up from paris last week." 😭 tas ur tita’s like "naku anak, ang swerte mo naman!!"

ur lola IMMEDIATELY asks "mayaman ba pamilya niya?" tas u gotta be like "lola…" 😭

one of the younger cousins asks him to draw something and he just… whips out a full art piece in like 10 mins?? tas the kids are losing their minds 😭

ur titas are hovering over his shoulder like "ang galing!! dapat ikaw na mag-design ng mga debut invitation!!"

he just quietly sits in a corner and sketches the chaos of the party. later u see the drawing and he’s drawn u laughing w ur family… AND UR HOLDING HIS HAND IN THE DRAWING??

── 𐔌 ZAYNE ؛ ଓ

the moment mo i-introduce as a doctor?? instant favoritism

"anong specialization mo?"

"ah cardiology po."

"NAKU YUNG TATAY KO MAY HYPERTENSION!! ZAYNE ANAK MAY CHECK UP KA BA BUKAS??"

titas already setting up an appointment na parang wala siyang sariling ospital 😭

tita baby: "alam mo pag doktor talaga, jackpot ka na dyan iha!!"

every convo with a tita goes like:

"Dok, anong mabisang gamot sa ano..."

"Dok, yung asawa ko may maintenance, ano pong maganda..."

kahit gusto niyang umupo in peace, ang ending may mini-consultation booth na siya sa tabi ng pancit bihon.

ended up giving free medical advice halfway through lunch 😭😭 "Uminom po kayo ng tubig, wag masyado sa chicharon ha… Ah, may maintenance meds po ba kayo?"

hindi na siya makalabas ng sala kasi may pila ng tito at tita na nagpapacheckup na parang clinic 💀

"Dok, may kilala ka bang pwedeng magpa-check ng blood pressure ng mura?"

super chill lang si zayne habang may batang humihila ng manggas niya asking him if he's a superhero 😭

nagbibigay ng medical advice sa tabi ng karaoke machine habang si tito jojo kinakanta yung "MY WAY" sa top volume tas walang pumipigil kasi baka magalit si tito 😭

after party: bigla mong maririnig sa isang tita "yung zayne na yun... dapat pakasalan mo na yun ha?"

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lovelyahoy · 20 days ago

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Dr. Stone: One-shot. Word count:5,126.

Warnings: None I think? Maybe fluff and fast-paced. This takes place in high school, so they're like 15-16 here.

(Idea is from a scene in the movie 'Sydney White', sorry if it feels like I forced Stan into the mix lol)

Summary: [Y/N] can't believe she wondered for even a second, if the possibility of new friends was worth ruining her friendship with two very lovable individuals.

Taglist: @akiqvq (Hope you like this haha💖)

Pairing: Stanley x Fem!Reader x Xeno

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[Y/N] clutched the edges of her skirt, a deep blush adorned her face trying to avoid the gazes of the girls standing before her. This was a terrible idea, she knew deep down guilt would overtake her.

"Can't it be someone else?"

"Nope, nerd, and he's your crush? Perfect choice." Maggie grinned, flipping her black hair behind her shoulder. The girls were part of a small little clique, dominating the cheerleading team and anything socially related.

The [H/C] haired girl had just been accepted into the squad, but needed to prove herself to them as a 'friend'. What was the requirement? Ask out one of the boys they deem a loser or awkward, then leave the restaurant, leaving them to handle the bill alone.

To them, it was a quick fun joke, to [Y/N]? Dread. Pure and utter dread was already consuming her from the mere thought of going through with it. Just a few days ago they had invited her to a sleepover, and when the topic of boys came up, she excitedly expressed her interest in the science club member named Xeno.

Big fucking mistake, who knew a bunch of fifteen-year-olds could be this twisted?

"You can always get someone better, you have a decent face, nice body, and a cheerleader now." Bridgette rolled her brown eyes, not seeing the big deal on this whole fiasco. They've all mostly done it before, forgetting who they had even picked in the past.

Although she was sure no one had picked Xeno yet, which excited the girls to witness this messy prank. They could agree he was cute and would've probably skipped out on him as a choice, but knowing [Y/N] had feelings for him was too good to pass up, something Maggie didn't overlook one bit.

"So, anyways. The restaurant you'll be going to is the one near the karaoke bar, Berlin's Delight was it? We'll be nearby, don't worry." Except that's what worried her the most, having their prying eyes suffocating her every move and word.

The very next day she stood outside the clubroom, taking in a deep breath and composing herself. How would she even get him to agree to a...date? They've only been friends for very few months, meeting at the start of the school year. She was sure he didn't feel the same way at all.

A hand suddenly reached from behind her, opening the door she had been hesitating to touch.

[Y/N]'s head shifted over her shoulder, gazing at the tall blonde who held a blank stare. Xeno's best friend, the second boy she expressed interest in, but ultimately wasn't chosen for this prank because he was part of the football team and a very common crush with the female and male students.

"You've always been eager to burst in there, what's up?" She gulped, feeling sweat start to build up. Stanley guided her into the room when she muttered nothing in return, making the young boy inside raise an eyebrow in wonder.

"Ah, [Y/N]. Do you need help with a question?" Her [E/C] eyes couldn't handle the gentleness his voice carried towards her, looking away and softly shaking her head. She took a seat nearby the metal counter, taking out a notebook and pretending to start her homework.

"Nothing like that, I just...needed some company." From the corner of her eye, she watched Xeno send her a smile and a quick nod, going back to his own little science world. It wasn't rare at all for them to sit in silence with each other, he liked the company of his favorite people.

Stanley couldn't shrug it off as fast as Xeno did, he kept his caramel eyes on her nervous figure, the slight scrunch in her eyebrows, and the trembling of her hand—he knew something was up. [Y/N] was a very shy individual, being a transfer student and forced to make new friends, it wasn't surprising for her to be this jittery.

However, she had gotten over it with them, she no longer stuttered her words or flustered whenever they'd invite her to lunch. Knowing that phase was over, made this behavior all the more suspicious and concerning.

"I heard from the guys you tried out for cheer, how'd it go?" She lifted her gaze, looking to the side and feeling her cheeks warm up from how close he was to her, if she moved even an inch they'd bump noses.

"Oh, I uh, I made the team..." Something clicked in his head, from how dejected she looked, to the uncertainty she carried. He wasn't a stranger to the pranks those girls liked to play, and it worried him that [Y/N] was planning to do something she didn't want to.

Stanley pursed his purple lips slightly, noticing the way her [E/C] eyes trailed to them, blush getting a tad bit darker. He knew she liked them both, what started off as a silly little tease fest, turned into something more. But he wasn't going to rush it at all unless she decided to take the initiative.

Maybe he'd sneak in a kiss though.

Xeno kept his attention to his beaker, writing down the changes in his notepad. Despite his determination to keep focus, his ears were still very distracted by their words. The color turned a bright blue, and confusion settled in his head.

"It was supposed to be green..." He muttered, looking over the chemical bottles he used, onyx eyes dropping in annoyance and a loud sigh caught the sitting pair's attention. "Someone changed the liquids around."

It wasn't like was a bully target, knowing full well Stanley had threatened those who tried it before, effectively cutting any chance for it to continue.

[Y/N] felt a shiver run down her spine, there was no explanation other than Maggie sending someone over to do this. It wasn't a target for Xeno specifically, no, it was for her. A warning, if she didn't go through with it, they'd take the steps necessary.

"Guess I should be glad they weren't as dumb to switch around the lithium, would've exploded right in my face."

Those words made the pencil in her hand snap in half, why did she have to mention him during that stupid sleepover? Unknowingly dragging him into the claws of the cheerleaders, anger brought slight chest pains. Pranks were meant to be harmless and fun, not borderline dangerous and humiliating.

"Hey, Xeno?" He hummed in response while pouring the failed mixture down the drain, wiping down the counter while sending her a quick look—letting her know he was listening.

"Are you free this Saturday? Berlin's delight, 7 pm." [Y/N] stuffed the notebook in her bag, hesitating to move away from the pretty blonde, but knowing she had to leave the room before he could verbally deny her request. "Bye."

That solidified it for Stanley, who felt his mood drop drastically. He turned to look at his best friend, watching him blink in surprise.

"I'm sure you picked up on the signs too."

The white-haired teen chuckled softly, washing his hands thoroughly and then walking around the counter to settle next to the blonde. Both boys gazing at the door she walked out of.

"I didn't peg [Y/N] to be the type, somehow I'm more curious to see the outcome rather than upset."

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Slipping on her white pumps, [Y/N] felt her heart hammering in her chest, smoothing out the light blue sundress and putting pins to hold her [H/C] hair back from falling into her eyes. Her lips were a glossy pink, light mascara, and a pinch of highlighter.

'The girls and I are going to be there shortly, put on a show will you?'

She threw her phone into her purse, grumbling under her breath and checking over her outfit for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her mother knocked softly and opened the door, peeking her head in with a concerned gaze.

"You've been getting ready since three o'clock dear, is everything okay? We need to go soon."

"I'm ready."

The car ride was silent, the soft hum of the radio barely kept her brain occupied away from her thoughts. Reaching a red light, [M/N] glanced to the passenger seat, seeing her daughter gazing out the window.

"Okay, something's up. What is it?"

[Y/N] pursed her lips, and the hand on her dress tightened.

"If you needed to lose two friends for a new group of friends, would it be worth it?"

"Are those two perhaps the boys you like?" Her voice held a teasing tone, laughing when [Y/N] murmured a 'stop it' and covered her face in embarrassment. "Judging from that reaction, no, darling it's not worth it. If your new potential friends take away what you hold dear, they aren't real friends, now are they?"

"I taught you to follow your heart, Xeno and Stanley seem like very nice kids, even if they only came over a few times. They're good for you, don't lose good over an 'if', ever."

The conversation was finalized right when the green light sparked, driving off and getting closer to the destination. Her watch blinked 6:55 pm, she took in a deep breath and ran her mom's words again and again in her head.

It didn't take long to arrive at the parking lot, receiving a comforting smile from her mom she opened the door, waving slightly, and walking towards the crowded line. Maggie had assured her she set up a reservation, even then, she wasn't sure if Xeno would even come.

There was no text message, from him, or sent from her. [Y/N] brushed passed the angered adults muttering half-hearted apologies and going up to the hostess who was trying to calm them all down.

"Hi, I have a reservation for 7 pm under the name of [L/N]."

"Ah, yes here you are. Table for two, we have a corner booth set up for you. Follow me." The woman gave her a tired smile, eyebags prominent and cheeks sunken in. She guided the teen towards her table, setting down a menu and quickly telling her the specials.

"I'll be okay with the wait time, don't worry about me." The hostess huffed out a heavy sigh, nearly close to tears from her reassuring voice. "Two waters for now will be fine."

[Y/N] took out her phone, sending a quick text to let Xeno know about the reservation, shutting it off not wanting to see his reply or lack of one. A few seconds later she looked around the full restaurant, body going rigid when she gazed at the group of girls sitting at the opposite side. Bridgett sent her a thumbs up, smugly smiling when [Y/N] bit her lip harshly in response.

"Right over here sir."

[E/C] eyes filled with sparkles, looking up to see Xeno approach her table and sit down with a soft smile. His white hair was in the usual small pompadour style, but seeing him wear casual clothing always made her heart skip a beat.

A black long-sleeved shirt covered by a black vest and accessorized by a tie that matched the color of her eyes. Matching black pants and dress shoes.

"Hello, [Y/N]." She melted when he rolled up his sleeves, showing off the watch she and Stanley had gotten him for his birthday. She murmured a greeting back, watching his smile stretch further when she tried to hide her growing blush.

"Hi, I'm Yuna, I'll be your waitress for the night. Would you like to order drinks while you look over the menu?"

"I'll stick to water." Xeno took a sip and picked up the menu, gazing over the contents.

"A lemon mocktail please." [Y/N] needed something to quickstart herself, picking up the menu as well and nearly grimacing at the dish prices. For a damned casual place, these amounts were out of this world. An obvious reason why Maggie insisted on this place, wanting the bill to be high as hell for the boy.

"I'll admit, I was a bit surprised by your forwardness. Seems like you've grown more comfortable, I'm glad."

Shut up. The more he spoke the more she nearly folded, he set down the menu, trapping her into an intense eye contact. Holding his cheek up with his hand, his onyx eyes lidded when she couldn't look away.

"I'm sorry, I practically forced you to come."

"No worries, I'm happy to be here."

[Y/N] paused, hearing the slight edge to his words. She twiddled her thumbs, trying to hide the shakiness of her hands. Her drink was set on the table, thanking the waitress she immediately took a gulp, sighing in contentment when it started to cool off her face.

"I uh, I heard from Mrs. Hunter that you got an internship at NASA. How is it?"

"Interesting, although they haven't given me permission to meddle with actual rocket components."

"You're very smart and they'll realize the extent of it soon enough. I'm sure of it."

Xeno had seen the giggling girls a few moments after entering the restaurant, sending them a glare with a sharp smile on his lips. To make [Y/N] feel like she needed to prove herself in such a silly way, warmed his blood significantly.

Yuna came over a few minutes later, taking their food orders and walking away. Xeno immediately stood up, asking [Y/N] to give him a minute, and walked off. Ironic how panic settled within her, did he know what was happening and decide to leave her with the humiliation instead?

She stayed still, swirling the straw in her mocktail trying to avoid the confused eyes of the cheerleaders. [Y/N] wasn't planning on going through with it in the long run, even then, she deserved this treatment.

"Sorry, I needed to change something on my order." Xeno sat down once again, holding in the chuckle from seeing her inner turmoil. She looked cute like this.

"M'kay." He was intent on keeping her eyes on him, catching onto the fact that the [H/C] haired girl found it hard to look away from him. When she first sat at lunch with him and Stanley, she barely gazed up from her lunchbox, face redder than beets. Xeno liked seeing her blush, it always portrayed her emotions so blatantly even when she tried hard to hide them.

"So, will you be in the front lines for the next tournament?"

"Well, I'm the best for flashy moves like the backflips, handsprings, and such—oh! I didn't mean to sound so egotistical..." She covered her face with her yellow-colored drink, hearing him laugh lightly at her self-concern.

"If you're the best, it's natural to embrace the thought. It's not like its a lie anyway." Xeno beamed, nearly gloating for her. He'd seen her practice almost every day, only when Stanley planted the idea of joining the cheerleading team did she enhance her training.

"Don't feed my ego so much Xeno." She giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

Their food arrived and conversation slowly flowed out naturally, laughing in-between bites and having a good time. She had momentarily forgotten the reason they were really here, enjoying Xeno's company in a much more intimate light.

'Bathroom. Now.'

The lit-up text had her sucking in a deep breath, sending Xeno a brief shaky smile she got up from the table, clutching her purse. "I need to use the bathroom."

[Y/N] made her way over, the door slammed shut when she walked inside. Annoyed faces gazed at her, Maggie looked at her with a blank expression instead, arms crossed and cornering [Y/N] near the sinks.

"What are you doing? Did you forget what we're here for?"

Bridgett hopped up on the sink counter, staring down at [Y/N] who opened up her purse to take out her lip-gloss, touching up on her makeup. She ignored them, keeping her eyes on herself through the mirror.

"Chicken." Maggie taunted, leaning in the mirror, close to the teen. "Do it, or don't bother coming to practice again."

It was kind of cute, seeing someone who couldn't compare to your skill level be so adamant. Trying to hold themselves above everyone else when they offered absolutely nothing in return.

"I think you've forgotten something, you aren't in charge, only coach can kick me out."

"As the captain, I hold much more power than you think."

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, getting angrier by the second. Why did she even want to be friends with them in the first place? Right, being in a squad with people you dislike was horrible, and brought so much struggle into the routines. Yet, thinking back on her mom's words, and her own thoughts, she wasn't about to let them ruin this.

Was she really going to ruin the friendship she managed to build with these two? Over a group of girls who would drop her in the blink of an eye if she wore anything they didn't deem fashionable enough?

Yeah fucking right, she chuckled looking into the mirror. Feelings dissipating and turning to look at Maggie, who was startled at the sudden close proximity.

"When you become half as good as me, you can talk your shit. Get out of my way." [Y/N] bumped her shoulder into the black-haired girl, making her stumble back from the impact. Her confidence was only shown on the outside, inside she was freaking out, never thinking she'd be capable of doing something like that.

The girls guarding the door moved out of the way, never had they seen [Y/N] so enraged. They exchanged glances between each other, realizing how right the [H/C] haired girl was. Maggie and Bridgett didn't really contribute much to their cheers, lacking both flexibility and leadership.

Leaving the bathroom, followed by the entire flock of girls they all froze simultaneously. [Y/N]'s table was empty. Xeno nowhere to be seen and she felt a lump rapidly grow in her throat, a laugh suddenly broke her trance.

"Seems like loverboy didn't hold the same sentiment as you, guess the prank worked anyway."

"Shut up Maggie!" Nina snapped, balling her hands into fists. She was one of the 'lucky' few who only had to humiliate herself, not someone else. Seeing [Y/N], who taught her how to tumble safely, looking so sad made her feel bad.

"Excuse me?" Bridgett stepped up for her friend, raising a hand to slap the meek girl when her wrist got caught in a tight grip.

"Will you both just fuck off?" [E/C] eyes narrowed, pushing the girl back and walking to the bar counter. The squad dissipated, with Maggie and Bridgett walking out together and the other girls settling back at their table with troubled expressions.

"Hi, Yuna? I'd like to pay for the check now."

The waitress bumped her head from how fast she sprung up from the bar's lower shelves, she blinked trying to regain her balance and walked up to the frowning girl.

"Oh, that boy paid right after you ordered."

So that's why he had gotten up, he had basically done what the prank called for. Tears welled up in her eyes, startling the woman in front of her.

"I'll stay seated for a few minutes if that's okay."

Yuna nodded, watching the teen walk off quickly. She glanced at the paid bill, remembering the items he had added before sitting back down earlier.

[Y/N] stared at the unfinished plates, more than half of his chicken fillet was left and the water was topped off. She pushed away her own food, no longer feeling an appetite for the pasta. Crossing her arms over the table and settling her head on them, trying to stop the tears from spilling.

This was all her fault, having no one to blame but herself. Xeno wasn't an idiot, and surely Stanley told him the extent of what this date could mean. There was no way for Xeno to know she wouldn't go through with it, maybe that was the only reason he came, to let her feel what he would've felt if she left first.

"Well, you were right." Stanley finished his cigarette throwing it in the large bin nearby, both boys gazing at the large window and settling their eyes on [Y/N].

"I'm sure you're also aware of her real crush on us. She can barely conceal it." Xeno had assured Stanley firmly, that she had invited him out of sheer adrenaline. [Y/N] wasn't capable of going through with this cruel prank, no matter what target was chosen.

The girl lifted her head when new plates were placed on her table, Yuna smiled down at her. A pretty [Fav/Flavor] cake was pushed towards her, while a serving of steaming fettuccini alfredo pasta was on the other side of the table.

"Items he added, told me to wait like 20 minutes before bringing them out. Enjoy."

She was utterly confused, ignoring the pasta and fawning internally over the pastry. Getting a good chunk of it on the fork, she took the bite, nearly moaning at how good it tasted.

The fork stayed between her lips, staring off into space and feeling the tears stream down her face again. He was still being nice after what she had done, everything was ruined, and she had no idea how she could ever face them again.

A soft hand landed on her head, [E/C] eyes filled with unshed tears looked up to widen at the gentle smile gazing down at her. Stanley ruffled her hair, caressing gently and wiping away her tears with his free hand.

"Stanley was in the area, I went to fetch him." Xeno sat, continuing his meal like nothing had happened. Stanley took a seat next to her, pulling the plate of fresh pasta closer and eating as well.

"I'm sorry." [Y/N] picked up a napkin, wiping her eyes carefully. Her mascara was absolutely ruined, and she knew she probably looked like a damp raccoon right now. "It's stupid to be crying, you had every right to leave..."

"Don't worry, I know you like me."

...

The tears quickly evaporated, leaving her to look at his smug smile like a gaping fish out of water.

"And me."

Stanley really didn't need to add his commentary, but he took the chance to tease her anyway. His arm rested on the booth's seat, right behind her. [Y/N] was caged, feeling his body warmth reach her.

"I ended up using it as an excuse to go on a date with you, even if they were watching me like hawks." She poked Stanley's thigh, pouting her lips when they laughed at her flustered state, a sort of relief washed over her.

"You don't need any further excuses, we may go out together whenever you desire."

together.

They didn't notice Yuna watching them with sparkly eyes, peeking over the bar in wonder. Never had she seen mere teens be this romantic or self-aware, that girl was super lucky. The hostess sighed finally finishing up setting tables, side-eyeing her fangirling coworker.

"This isn't a K-drama, get back to work."

[Y/N] stuffed her face with the last bite of the cake, not leaving a single crumb of that amazing desert. They all got up and grabbed their things, making it out of the restaurant while thanking the staff.

The cold night was shielded by the thick sweater that enveloped her, Stanley took out a cigarette to keep himself warm. She slid her arms into the sleeves and sighed in contentment, watching the tall blonde walk forward to avoid the smoke getting near them.

Xeno matched her pace, keeping his hands pocketed. He slowly took a hand out, reaching out to hold hers. It stopped her steps, he felt her slowly squeeze him, as if checking if this was real.

He bent down slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of her lips.

"Whipped cream."

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"Well, I can't say I'm surprised." [M/N] held her face in her hands, having not one, but two boys asking permission to date her daughter, oh my it was so adorable. "There wasn't a single conversation where you two weren't mentioned."

Xeno, Stanley, and [M/N] shared a smile when they heard a loud crash coming from upstairs. Stomping footsteps got closer and out came a stumbling [Y/N], trying to put on her school shoes while maintaining her balance going down the stairs.

"Don't expose me like that, please mom."

"Ah, watch out boys, she has a killer puppy face."

Morning chills overtook her, usually, her mom would drop her off but both boys insisted on walking her. She snuggled into the sweater Stanley had given her two days ago, assuring her he wanted her to keep it.

"This also means you two will eventually be dating each other, right?"

"Yes, indeed." Xeno raised an eyebrow when she put a finger under her chin, muttering under her breath and looking up at the cloudy sky in a giddy gaze. He glanced at Stanley who was holding in a laugh, urging him to voice his amusement.

"She's imagining us together, like those BL stories she reads occasionally."

[Y/N] nearly tripped on the sidewalk's cracked cement, Xeno swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled towards him, her back colliding into his side. She jumped away from his grasp, grabbing Stanley by the tie and pulling his head down to her level.

"When and where did you see that?"

Caramel eyes held nothing but mischief, giving her a brief wink and a kiss to the tip of her nose. His fingers gently unlaced her grasp on his clothing and smoothed it out, a hand grabbing hers and continuing their walk.

"I always wondered what the big paragraphs of text you'd read were about, guess that sums it up." Xeno gave a fake thoughtful hum hiding his amusement, trailing a few steps behind them. His wrist suddenly got yanked forward, and [Y/N] was holding both their hands now.

Her lower face was stuffed into the sweater's high collar, keeping her [E/C] eyes focused on the ground, trying not to trip again. She was mortified they knew about her little...hobby...well who could blame her really? Good literature is good literature, no matter the content.

Chatter was now reaching their eyes, [Y/N] took a sharp breath in, feeling worry settle in her being like an unwanted parasite. She felt slight comfort knowing Stanley and Xeno didn't mind the gossip, they wouldn't care about people's opinion on their relationship.

She didn't either to be honest, but the thought of everyone turning against her in the blink of an eye felt scary. The school building was finally nearing, some students turned to look at them, whispering amongst each other.

"Two? Isn't that weird?"

"Maggie said [Y/N] was kind of a slut."

"Bridgett said the same, apparently she's very easy."

Stanley cleared his throat loudly, making the gossipers freeze up. He gently swung the intertwined hands, bringing her attention up to him.

"Let's have lunch on the rooftop, Xeno doesn't have an experiment to do today."

That surprised her to the very core, snapping her neck to Xeno, who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. Feeling her piercing gaze, he lifted his face away from the screen and tilted his head at her. [Y/N] thought he looked like a lost little puppy, wanting to pinch his cheeks.

"No experiment? What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all, I'll be working on some internship papers my mentor has provided for me. If I ace them, those rocket parts will be mine to tinker with." Onyx eyes sparkled excitedly, pocketing his phone and adjusting his schoolbag strap.

"[Y/N]!"

Nina came running up behind them, jumping on her back and almost toppling them over. [Y/N] blinked at the beaming girl, her blue eyes were wide and a grin played on her lips.

"Hi?"

"I have direct orders from the girls to bring you to the gym."

Stanley and Xeno shared a quick worried glance, approaching the girls' figures. Each putting a hand on the bubbly teen's shoulders and lightly pulling her back, Nina was even shorter than [Y/N], leaving her to crane her neck to look at the skyscrapers glaring down.

[Y/N] stood a few steps away, watching them do a silent interrogation. Holding in a laugh at how serious they looked, and a bit of adoration seeing them so protective.

"Oh, no! I promise it's nothing like that, you two are welcome to tag along."

So they did, Nina held [Y/N]'s hand guiding her towards the destination. Her two almost-boyfriends strolled not too far behind, ready for whatever was coming.

...

"New captain huh? I expected a catfight or something." [Y/N] was still processing what had just transpired, apparently the rest of the team had voted out Maggie as the captain, sadly still having to deal with Bridgett as the vice.

"A catfight? You're more into actual combat, or am I wrong?" Stanley bumped his shoulder into Xeno's, the science enthusiast chuckled at the weak attempt to shut him up.

The childhood friends continued to play fight, nearly spilling their food over their uniforms and the rooftop flooring. [Y/N] still managed to pull Xeno's important files and Stanley's cigarette box from harm's way, even while being deep in her thoughts.

Nina along with Crystal and Hannah, finally spilled the beans on why Maggie was so persistent with this particular prank. She has a crush on Stanley, if [Y/N] had gone along with the scheme, it would not only ruin her standing with Xeno, Stanley would've been collateral damage.

"Let's go on that date soon, I need to post many, many pictures." [Y/N] finished the small bag of peanuts, taking a sip of her favorite energy drink. "Well maybe I shouldn't stir the pot but the look on her face will be priceless."

Stanley and Xeno pulled away from each other, interested in the way [Y/N] looked like she was about to start a war. Xeno slid his notes back, trying to resume his task but was stopped by her sharp gasp. [Y/N] scooted closer to them, settling in between their seated figures.

"Kiss me." She puckered her lips up at Stanley who's eyebrows shot up at her bold ask, he didn't hesitate for long, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled away, [Y/N] immediately opened her phone camera, ensuring the purple lipstick had adorned her lips.

Her face turned to the side, kissing Xeno on the lips and pulling Stanley closer to the frame by his tie. Snapping the photo and grinning down at it, this would indeed send the message she desired. Loud and clear.

"They can bitch all they want, as long as they know you're both mine in the end."

Xeno blinked rapidly, never had he heard her swear, and a little dazed from the kiss. He felt her fingers slightly rub away the color from his mouth and her own, smiling sweetly.

"Guess our shy little [Y/N] is gone. As much as I adore seeing you so confident, I'll miss those flustered looks you...nevermind, there you are." [Y/N] stuffed her red face in Stanley's school sweater, still holding onto Xeno's hand.

She could get used to this. Maybe a little less teasing.

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inktopuck · 4 months ago

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miss honey | jack hughes social media au (pt.3)

pt.2

jackhughes

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jackhughes speaking with bar down about this season and what you can expect from us!

colecaufield we're sweeping y'all, get ready!

l_hughes06 in your dreams little man

_quinnhughes oh wow very grown man of you jackie, they're giving you responsibilities woww

_alexturcotte question: will it all be "uh" and "ahh" ? i don't want to get bored while on the treadmill

curtislazar95 i should've been the one invited to do this, i've always been told i've got a good face for the radio!

l_hughes06 it'll be on digital platforms, grandpa

curtislazar95 rusty! buddy! nobody asked you

yournamelastname great just what we needed another man with access to a microphone

jackhughes you didn't mind me having a microphone while i saved your ass from making a fool of yourself at karaoke

yournamelastname that was the worst rendition of pink pony club i've ever heard though

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname got to sit up front // JACKass relegated me to the back after half an hour #homebound

jackhughes yeah and if you complain about it again i'm tying you to the roof the rest of the drive

trevorzegras bro are you commenting while driving???? don't put miss honey in danger like that

jackhughes we're at a rest stop, dumbass

yournamelastname miss honey??

trevorzegras yeah like the teacher in matilda 😇 the cute, nice one, i mean

yournamelastname that's so sweet trev 😭

jackhughes oh it's trev now is it

l_hughes06 to be fair i really needed to stretch my legs so the trade was merciful

yournamelastname it's not my fault you're built like a giraffe my dude (love you just the same, pookums)

elblue6 if i told you jack and y/n used to be the sweetest to each other would you believe me

nicohischier no

colecaufield no

_alexturcotte no

trevorzegras no

l_hughes06 my memory doesn't go that far back, so no

_quinnhughes i was there and even i don't believe it

elblue06🔒

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elblue6 i told you these babies were once on amicable terms!

l_hughes06 this looks fake

_quinnhughes mom they're literally biting each other's heads off over dinner i want to jump into the lake and not come out

bradytkachuk i've seen this before mrs hughes they'll end up married

yournamelastname delete immediately

colecaufield i love friends to enemies to lovers

jackhughes WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

colecaufield that's a book trope you illiterate ape

jackhughes i literally read 50 books a year

colecaufield none that matter though

yournamelastname that's not me!!

jackhughes don't lie

l_hughes06

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l_hughes6 meet our new roommate! ((bear, not Y/N))

jackhughes thank god

yournamelastname you WISH i was your roommate

jackhughes i would move out

yournamelastname great! i could live with luke and bear!

trevorzegras oh miss honey you might be cuter than the puppy

jackhughes would you stop it

yournamelastname no he can go on

colecaufield that's.... 👀👀👀👀

jackhughes do you have a death wish z

yournamelastname i'm not THAT bad

jackhughes not what i meant

colecaufield 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

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ldydeath · 2 days ago

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I Need Somebody | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 22ND

Summary: A night out with friends changes the whole trajectory of your life when you meet Jiyong. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff. Author’s Note: Here is day 22 of the April Challenge. I thought this was cute, hopefully you all enjoy.

The music pumped through your veins as if it was your blood supply as you danced around the dance floor. Your best friend’s hand in yours as the crowd gathered around you. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had, how many hours you’d been dancing away. Work had been too much lately - your life had been too much, really, and you just needed a night of fun. To forget at least for a little while.

He’d noticed you as soon as you’d walked in, took count of each drink, made sure you were safe out there. He didn’t know why he’d felt so protective of you, maybe broken souls had a way of crying out for each other and he could tell whatever front you were putting on was just that. He smirked as you moved further away from the group of guys who had approached you. He was ready to interfere if he needed too, but you seemed to be handling your own just fine.

Your name being called on the mic drew you from your thoughts and you looked over at your best friend, confused.

“Go! It’s your turn for karaoke!” She squealed, pushing you towards the stage.

Fuck.

You’d definitely forgotten you’d signed up when you got there. Jiyong watched as you made your way to the stage, happy to have caught your name without having to work for it. You took the mic with a nervous gulp as you turned to face the audience. You didn’t bother to look up at them as the music started. Jiyong raised a brow as he recognized the familiar tune of Untitled start up. Not a typical go to karaoke song.

Mustering whatever courage you could find in your tipsy body, you sang along to a song you’d loved for the last ten years. You were so lost in the lyrics, in the hurt, in the begging for the lost love to come home that you didn’t see him. Your idol was literally standing feet in front of you, watching you sing your heart out to his song. The crowd had parted for him like he was some kind of savior and maybe he was but you were so oblivious to all of it. Eyes closed, willing yourself not to cry as you belted your heart out.

As the song came to an end, you blinked - the music going back to its upbeat tune and you handed the mic back to Steve, the MC of the evening before catching a glimpse of a scarfed head. Surely not. He wouldn’t be in such a place, not alone. But as you exited the stage there he was. Waiting. Why was he there? Oh god. He’d heard you, hadn’t he?

“Nice song choice.” He smirked at you like he knew you.

“Thanks.” You blushed, your eyes frantically searching for your friend.

Jiyong picked up on it, of course he had. He’d been mesmerized by you the entire night. He spotted your best friend, dancing away with a guy and he turned back to face you.

“I think she might need your help.” Your gaze followed his and you let out a sigh.

“That’s her boyfriend. Didn’t realize he’d shown up.” You shrugged, a small smile covering your sadness.

Jiyong picked up on that too. It had been a long time since someone had interested him in the way you had. He wanted to offer you a record deal and get to know you - maybe even marry you. He was getting too ahead of himself.

“I’d offer to buy you a drink but I feel you’ve had enough already.” Your arms folded at his words, a brow raised.

“You don’t know how many drinks I’ve had.”

“And you do?”

You paused, looking up at him. He was smirking at you, brows raised in a challenge and your stomach flipped. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way you were having a conversation with Kwon Jiyong. No way.

“Thought so.” He moved to the side, letting you walk in front of him. He definitely didn’t mind the view from this side. “It was six by the way.”

“You’ve been watching me?” Your heart raced at the thought of someone you’d had a crush on since childhood noticing you. Let alone counting your drinks.

“Someone had to make sure you were safe. Sure as hell wasn’t going to be your friend.” Your eyes found your best friend again and you snorted.

“Fair point. Well, thanks for watching me. Totally not at all embarrassed that you heard me destroy your song.” You slid into a booth on the quieter side of the club, Jiyong followed suit. “Sorry about that.”

“You made that song ten times better.” His eyes locked on yours. Full sincerity in his voice as he spoke. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such raw talent.” He leaned back in his seat, looking you over.

“Thank you.” You whispered, your eyes casting down to stare at the table.

Jiyong’s fingers drummed on the table, lost in thought. You needed a confidence boost and he needed more people for his song. Maybe just maybe if he asked you to be a part of it and you met a bunch of other talented people who were blown away by your voice you’d start to believe it too. It was worth a shot, and if you said yes he’d get to see you again. Maybe even get to know why there was sadness in your eyes so he could make it stop. A win for everybody.

“So. I’m working on a song.” Your eyes shot back up.

“Right, the whole premise of Good Day?” You nodded. “I’ve been watching the show.” He smirked.

“Then you know I’m recruiting people.” Your heart stopped, eyes widening at his words.

“Yeah, famous friends of yours, not some unknown girl in a club.” He shrugged.

“Your voice is what the song is missing.”

“Mr. Dragon, please, you heard me sing one karaoke song.”

“Jiyong.” He snorted, shaking his head. “And one song was all I needed to hear.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a card and sliding it across the table. “We record tomorrow.” He pointed to the address. “Please come.”

You swallowed, your eyes staring at the card before your hand reached out to grab it, Your fingers brushed with his and you shivered at the contact. How long had it been since you’d felt the touch of a man that just the brushing of fingertips was making your head spin? Jiyong noticed, the smirk ever present on his face. You wanted to wipe it off him, but you couldn’t even move from your spot.

“I’ll be there.” If you said yes you couldn’t have time to back out.

Jiyong’s face lit up when you’d agreed. He’d been prepared to argue with you all night about it, this was easier. The song changed to an upbeat one that just so happened to be your favorite and your face lit up as you slid the card into your pocket. Jiyong, ever observant, noticed and stood up, reaching his hand out towards yours.

“Dance?” You hesitated for a second before taking his hand.

He led you out to the dance floor and your body started moving to the beat of the music. Your arms wrapping loosely around his neck as you swayed your hips. Jiyong understood now why such a crowd had gathered around you earlier in the night. It was as if the music had transformed you, the beat of it bringing you to life. You were made for the music, it had been made for you.

His arm reached out, grabbing onto your hips as his body moved in sync with yours. It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to loosen up like this. He could get used to nights like this, but he was getting ahead of himself. He still needed to impress you tomorrow so he could take you out on a real date .

Before either of you had realized what was happening, as if there was a magnet pulling you together, your lips locked in a kiss. Your tongue darting out to lick his lips, begging for entrance. He happily obliged your request, his lips parting, his tongue meeting yours in a dance. He’d wanted to kiss you since the moment he’d laid eyes on you but he hadn’t wanted to take advantage of the situation.

He pulled back when his body demanded oxygen and your eyes opened, a smirk on your lips to rival Jiyong’s. You were breathtaking, it almost wasn’t fair. Jiyong wasn’t going to take advantage of you though, not while you’d been drinking. Instead he led you over to your friend, and fixed a stray piece of hair that had gotten loose when he’d kissed you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded and he moved to give you a quick hug. His eyes went from yours to your friends and he nodded. “Get home safe. Call me if you need anything.”

“Bye Jiyong.” He waved and then headed out the door.

“What was that about?” Your friend turned to face you.

“I’m going to be singing on a G-Dragon song.” You shrugged, excusing yourself to follow him out.

It took you a second to spot him, slipping into the backseat of a car. His window rolled down and for a second you stared at each other. Jiyong smirked before he lit up a cigarette, inhaling as he nodded at you. The car door opened slightly and you stepped over to it, sliding into the seat. Jiyong might just be the answer to everything you’d been looking for and you’d be damned if you let him go tonight. Jiyong would happily follow you wherever you wanted to go. He knew he wouldn’t mind doing just that for the rest of his life.

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bee-the-loser-recs · 8 months ago

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~✩✮ My Haechan One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮~

★ Drippin' By @ncteez 16.2k, NCT Dream 00' line x reader, non-specified au, close friends, birthday sex, smut, technically polyamorous, messy, slight fluff, comedy, teasing

★ Send in the clowns By @smileysuh 10.6k, Haechan|Mark|Jaehyun x reader, college au, frat boys NCT, best friend Jungwoo, friends to lovers, karaoke friends, smut, polyamory, slight fluff, Halloween parties, dressing up

★ Roommates By @smileysuh 8.3k, Mark x reader x Haechan, college au, frat house NCT, best friend Jungwoo, polyamory, smut, stoners, getting high together, slight fluff, mentions of Jeno having a crush on reader

★ The V week spy By @smileysuh 20.1k, Jaehyun x reader (romantic) ft. Haechan | Yangyang | Jungwoo | Jeno, college au, frat house NCT, sorority member reader, stupid traditions, no strings attached situation, smut, slight fluff

★ Energizer bunny By @smileysuh 19.1k, hybrid au, bunny reader, dragon Haechan, bartender reader, club owner Haechan, boss x employee relationship, genuine interest between the two, smut, slight fluff, Mark is reader's brother

★ Carpe diem By @kiachiako 5.1k, college au, gamer!Haechan, coder!reader, mutual friends, slight fuckboy Haechan, genuine feelings for one another, fluff, angst

★ Indica dreams By @hazyhae 11.7k, unspecified au, non-idol au, plug Haechan, reader gets high for the first time, one bad experience on edibles, fluff, slight angst, smut, best friend Jeno, reader has problems sleeping

★ Us By @hazyhae 900, stoner!best friend!Haechan, high conversations together, confessions when high, mutual pining, anxieties about the future

★ Cold By @rainbowhao 0.5k, established relationship, fluff, cuddling in their apartment, bribery, temperature being rather cold, clingy Haechan

★ Sugar, butter & the royal crown By @haechwrites 17.1k, royal au, prince Donghyuck, baker's daughter reader, fluff, slight angst, unsupportive mother, pining, forbidden relationship, reconnecting after multiple years, pet names

★ Sucks to be him By @loudstan Magic au, werewolf Haechan, witch reader, fluff, imprinting, slight angst, reader has a boyfriend at first, Haechan refuses to give up, reader is slightly older and owns a store

★ Triple Lee; naughtier the better By @p4p1l0nn 9.1k, Mark | Haechan | Jeno x reader, non-idol au, stoner au, plug Haechan & Mark, stoner Jeno & reader, roommates, smut, slight fluff

★ NCT dream exposes y/n's crush on Haechan in the gc By @wooyukh SMAU, non-specified au, meddling friends, exposing their friend's crushes, fluff, trying to hide their feelings, confessions, cute

★ Hush Hush By @domjaehyun 19.5k, Jeno|Jaemin|Haechan x reader, college au, friends to lovers??, sleepovers, smut, foursome, mentions of friends Mark & Renjun

★ Surviving no nut November By @domjaehyun 28.8k, Haechan x reader x Mark, college au, friends to lovers, no nut November challenges, smut, trying to trip them up, teasing, slight fluff, weed consumption, pet names

★ Pussy fiend [part 1] & [part 2] By @domjaehyun 28.2k & 40.7k, college au, enemies to fuck buddies to lovers, smut, humour, pissing each other off, cocky Haechan, denial of feelings

★ Tangerine love [favourite] By @domjaehyun 21.8k, neighbours au, mutual attraction, smut, domestic behaviour between the two, fluff, light humours, mentions of a Christmas party

★ Random texts with bf!Hyuck By @catboyieejeno SMAU, established relationship, menace Haechan, jealousy, suggestive comments, fluff

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invisible string L. Hughes

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

synopsis - Luke had been one of your closest friends since childhood. Somehow, everything in both of your lives just came back to each other.

wc - 3.8k

contains - cursing, literally nothing, extremeeeeeeeee fluff, kissing, hugging, cuddling, (im just a girl ok), obliviousness, this is a bittttt cliche... THEY CONFESS AND KISS IN THE RAIN OK???? idiots in love, eating and drinking. TAKES PLACE SUMMER 2023 (like end of May???)

an - SLIGHTLY EDITED!!! im hunrgy. anyways THIS WAS SO FCUKINF CUTE TO WRITEEEEEEE. my luke baby is so invisible string😇😇😇😇. ugh i miss him. i (possibly intoxicatedly) karaoked better man by Taylor Swift the other night just fyi. my author notes are like my personal diary because i assume no one reads them. i could prob say my ss number and full name address and no one would ever know. do u guys know how fuckign embarrassing it is to reread a fic u posted a few days ago and find typos like u guys probably think im stupid and hate me now. this was not at all about Luke Hughes or Invisible String... ENJOY BABIES!!!!

green was the color of the grass, where i used to read in centennial park. i used to think i would meet somebody there.

You were what some would call a hopeless romantic. You loved love. You loved reading it, watching it, seeing it in real life, it was just beautiful to you.

You'd grown up with the Hughes boys. They were your neighbors during the summer, your family's lake house being next to theirs. You were the same age as their youngest son, Luke. You two were ride or dies during the summer, and when you finally got a phone in seventh grade, you two texted the rest of the year.

It was finally summer, your school year at Notre Dame had come to a close and you were able to fly home and go to the lake with your family all by May 13th. You watched the final Canes games against the boys, you were sad for them, but so proud of your best friend.

It was nearing June, and you were alone in the lake house, opting out of the afternoon boat ride for some peace and quiet. You walked through the halls, stopping at the dresser covered in summer photos. You and your brother, you and Luke, more you and Luke, and some of your brother and the Hughes.

teal was the color of your shirt, when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop. you used to work at to make a little money.

You noticed one of your favorite photos wasn't there, the one of you and Luke when you were about 16, you're both standing behind the counter at the ice cream place you two worked at during that summer. You spent all day with Luke during those days, and it was the best.

You opened the dresser the photos sat on, seeing more photos. The ice cream shop one, and one you weren't anticipating. You didn't know your mom had printed and framed it. It was you and Luke the summer you were 18, both smiling at the camera with the sunset in the background as you sat on his lap in an Adirondack chair in the backyard of the Hughes' house.

The photo gave you crazy butterflies. That summer was the last time you saw Luke during the summer. Last summer you two were both at the lake at different times, you'd seen his whole family, minus him. His mom told you how he was still with his college teammates on a different Michigan lake. You had to act like you didn't really care, even though you did, so much.

Since the picture was just sitting in the dresser, not on display, you decided to take it to your room. You placed it gently on your bedside table, smiling then leaving to go down to the pool.

time, curious time. gave me no compasses, gave me no signs.

It was weird how you and Luke always seemed to be pulled together. There was some driving force between you two that was unbreakable, not even if you wanted it to. When it wasn't the summer, you lived three hours from the Hughes family, so randomly bumping into Luke was even more bizarre than anything else.

You remember when you were 15, you and your mom were picking up dinner one night at a local place and in walks Luke, Jack, and Ellen. You squealed when you saw him, running over to say hey. The boys had been in town for hockey, weirdly enough.

Interactions like that happened way more often than normal, you randomly bumped into the boy at least once every two or three months for years.

were there clues i didn't see? and isn't it just so pretty to think,

You remember when you were surprised by Luke at age 17. He came and surprised you as your prom date and you were floored. He had flowers and a corsage for you, and his tie matched your dress perfectly. Your moms thought it was the cutest thing ever, how you both blushed and giggled when near each other.

all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?

Even though you two couldn't seem to get away from each other, neither of you ever made a move romantically. It just didn't seem realistic, you already lived hours away from each other and were going to colleges even farther, well Luke was going to the NHL but you get the point.

You guys were just best friends, always best friends. Your families knew, especially his brothers. They were your biggest fans, probably because they saw how you made their baby brother, how soft he was with you. You made him gentle, but also made him more comfortable and talkative, which Quinn and Jack loved.

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Luke made you weak, and your family noticed. You could jokingly bicker with him, but when it came down to real disagreement, you never could with Luke. He just gave you those deep hazel eyes and you were melted on the floor. He was just that person for you. The one who could ask you to do anything under the sun and you'd do it for his praise.

You spent long nights with Luke, sitting in the backyard of one of your lake houses and watching the moon and stars and talking about anything. You could listen to Luke talk about property tax for hours and probably never get bored, that's how much you admired him.

bad was the blood of the song in the cab, on your first trip to L.A. you ate at my favorite spot for dinner.

You remember the weirdest instance of your bumping into each other, you were in Los Angeles with friends during the very beginning of winter break and saw Luke eating in the same restaurant as you with a couple of his friends.

You texted him, not believing what you were seeing. You asked him if he was in L.A. When he responded 'Yes just for a few days why' you were shocked. You stood and made your way across the noisy restaurant and went up to his table, where you put your hand on his shoulder and when he turned around, he was the most surprised he'd been in a long time.

You remember he jumped up, hugging you so tightly, pulling away with his jaw still dropped. You guys always told each other you had to stop meeting 'like this', but it never seemed to stop.

The next day, you two planned to branch out from your friends and meet up for lunch. You guys drove a little ways from Los Angeles, east into the country, and ate at the cutest restaurant that had a view of a lake. You two always found yourselves together by lakes.

bold was the waitress on our three year trip, getting lunches down by the lake. she said i looked like an american singer.

You remember how bold your waitress was at that restaurant, immediately boasting about how she thought you two were the cutest couple she'd ever seen. Your face was burning hot, trying not to have a breakdown in the middle of the restaurant. It got even worse when Luke didn't correct her and just said 'Thank you', instead.

That was the last time you saw Luke, you were hoping to see him very soon, though. It had been almost two weeks since the loss to the Canes, so it made sense for the boys to be arriving soon. You'd already seen Ellen and Jim a couple of nights on the back porch with your parents, but no 6'2 boys named Luke were to be seen.

time, mystical time. cutting me open then healing me fine. were there clues i didn't see?

You'd had two boyfriends in your life. One in your 8th-grade year and freshman year of high school, then one in your junior year of high school. You'd broken up with boyfriend #2 because you realized you compared him to Luke, every move he made, you compared to Luke. It made you feel terrible, but you were head over heels for another boy.

You and Luke had your senior sunrises on the same day during your senior years, and decided to skip them and drive to the lake to watch the sunrise together. Your moms were furious, but it was one of the best memories you had with him.

Your interest in each other was so painfully obvious that most of your and his family referred to you as his girl during the summer. 'Where's Luke's girl?', or 'We're just waiting for Moose's girl.' It was never when you two were in the same room, so your reactions were always priceless.

and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?

Your family was back from their afternoon boating escapade and you could hear them all bustling in. The second they walked in you heard your brother shout for you.

"Moosey's girl! Come down here!"

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You blushed madly, getting up from your bed and walking down the stairs with an annoyed look on your face. When you got to the bottom of the stairs you could see your sister-in-law slapping your brother across the back of his head, telling him to leave you alone.

"What do you want?"

You immediately went from annoyed to overjoyed when your almost two year old niece ran over to you, shouting out your name. You picked her up, giving her a kiss on her tubby cheek, embracing her sandy and salt water ridden love.

"We're going out to dinner in like, an hour and a half? Honestly just whenever we can get that little monster bathed and dressed."

You nodded but immediately jumped to defend your little best friend.

"This thing? This baby is an angel, aren't you?"

The little girl nodded, a sassy smile on her face as she tried to say 'angel, dada.' in her slurred toddler speech.

"See?"

Your brother gave you both a look, before springing into action to grab his baby, tickling all the giggles and sqeals out of her.

You talked and played for a little longer before getting ready to go. You quickly showered and dried your hair, putting on a little linen white summer dress, and your old pair of Birkenstocks. You drove with your brother and sister-in-law on the way to dinner, sitting next to your niece in the backseat.

a string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar.

You guys were seated immediately at the restaurant, you sat between your sister-in-law and dad at the table, just close enough to talk to your favorite niece.

The restaurant was a popular spot for locals and tourists near the lake. It had a big bar in the middle and lots of tables surrounding, it was loud, but not obnoxious, and very homey. You'd probably been there over a hundred times in your life.

You were watching a random golf tournament on one of the many TVs in the bar when your brother called out your name. You looked up and the look on his face was excitement and shock.

"Look who happened to show up!"

something wrapped up all of my past mistakes, in barbed wire. chains around my demons. wool to brave the seasons.

He pointed behind him, and your eyes followed the trail to the entrance, where you saw none other than Luke Hughes standing with his family, waiting to be seated. Your jaw dropped, and a smile came over you. You saw Quinn hit Luke and then point directly at you, and when your eyes met Luke's, you could've fainted. He was in khakis and a white polo and looked so handsome.

You stood up, mumbling something to your family before practically running over to the entrance, throwing your arms around Luke.

one single thread of gold tied me to you.

"Holy shit."

Luke had his arms wrapped around you so tightly, he was so surprised to see you. He knew he would have seen you tomorrow if not tonight but he still just missed you and was shocked.

"We have gotta stop meeting like this."

You giggled when you pulled away from him, as reluctant as you were on the inside. You quickly hugged the rest of his family, not without Jack whispering, 'hey Moose's girl' to you.

You pleaded with the bar staff to push more tables together so you could sit with the Hughes, and it didn't take much convincing, seeing they'd known you since you were 6.

You sat next to Luke after the readjustment for the new tables, now sitting between him and your niece, who had all but thrown a fit about how she wanted to sit by you, not her dad, which made you laugh in his face.

At some point, you'd taken the baby from her high chair and brought her into your lap. You and Luke were both in your little world with her, she was so cute and loving. You guys didn't notice how practically the whole table stared at you with knowing eyes, they all knew, everyone except for you two.

The food came, and the baby was back in her seat. You just talked and talked and talked to Luke. You'd last seen him in December, and there was just so much to say. You'd both had tons of stuff happen to you, his NHL career, your career, everything was so exciting to tell him about.

Luke was so heavily infatuated with you, it was funny. His brothers watched as he folded for you so easily, admiring every syllable that left your mouth, nodding like a man possessed. They mumbled to each other, making fun of their baby brother's obliviousness.

cold was the steel of my axe to grind, for the boys who broke my heart. now i send their babies presents.

At some point, dinner got a little bit boring so you pulled out your phone, and what popped up was the baby registry you were buying something off of for your ex-boyfriend's pregnant wife. It was funny, how everything boiled down. Luke saw the infant clothing on your phone and gave you a questionable look.

"'S there something you're not telling me?"

You looked up at him, then back to your phone, your eyes going wide at the insinuation.

"Oh my God, Luke, no! This is for Darren's soon to be born baby, with his wife.

"Darren? Like your ex boyfriend Darren?"

You nodded, laughing and explaining the whole thing to him. You'd somehow become friends with his now wife in your freshman year of college, her junior year, and with the way the world worked for you of course she was married to your ex-boyfriend.

The rest of the night was perfect, and ended with your whole family, minus your sleeping niece, in the Hughes' backyard around the fire pit. That night you ended up right back where you were in the picture on your nightstand, right in Luke's lap in your favorite Adirondack chair.

You spent the next week with the Hughes boys, specifically your Hughes boy. You drove the boat out on the lake, wake surfed, Luke even convinced you to go golfing, not that it took him very long because you would say yes to anything he asked.

gold were the color of the leaves, when i showed you centennial park.

You sat by Luke at the end of the dock while you two watched the very cloudy sunset. There was supposed to be rain soon, but it didn't mean the sunset wasn't still pretty. Your thighs were pressed together with how close you sat to each other, giving you both warmth in your chest.

Neither of you said anything, but you both felt something when you let your head rest on his shoulder.

"This is so pretty, Lukey. I missed this with you."

It wasn't much, but it was a way to say that you loved him without saying the real words. I missed watching the sunset with you, I've always loved you.

hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven.

"I missed you."

You closed your eyes, you just wanted to be with him, didn't matter where. You could be watching a sunset on the lake or climbing a mountain, if you were with Luke you were happy.

"Think it's gonna rain soon?"

You looked up at him when you asked, your head never leaving his shoulder. He looked down for a second, before looking out at the sky.

time, wondrous time. gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies.

"Probably, but let's just stay for a few more minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

You relaxed into him further. His arm went to your back, rubbing back and forth. It could probably be pouring down rain and you wouldn't even notice, not when you had Luke with you, like this, you were Moose's girl after all.

It started sprinkling, causing you to look back at Luke, waiting to see if he reacted. He didnt, so you just stayed. Rain never hurt anybody, you'd be the last person to ruin this moment complaining about rain.

This was so strange. It felt like you were stuck in time, the gentle rain made you feel encapsulated in the moment. You sat there, staring off at the sky, the sunset was not as clear now with the thick clouds rolling in, but the colors were still there. The rain kept on passing through, the drops gaining weight and speed.

Luke didn't mind the rain, but he didn't want you to feel like he was forcing you out here, so he shifted to stand, grabbing your hand.

"C'mon, you can't get sick during summer."

You sighed, letting him pull you to your feet. He didn't let go of your hand as he turned to pull you back to your house. You don't know what came over you, but the circumstances seemed perfect, you felt like you had to tell him. You pulled him to a stop, and he turned to look with a confused face.

"What's wrong?"

You looked from him to the ground, looking at your feet, the worn dock you'd run around on summer after summer, the lake you grew up swimming with him in. This place was so full of Luke, of you and Luke.

"I, I really like you Luke. Like literally since we were 12, and I, I just.."

You trailed off, looking anywhere but those eyes.

Luke was flabbergasted. That's the only word to describe how he felt. The girl he was in love with, just said she liked him since they were little. He just stared at her, not believing what he heard.

"Are you for real?"

You would've been embarrassed, had you not heard the pure hope in his voice. You nodded, feeling your face heat up. You covered your face with your hands self-consciously. If you could look at Luke's face, you would’ve seen how he was red all from his neck to his ears.

Luke gently grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face, and replacing them with his own. He tilted your head back so you looked at him, staring at you for just a second before pulling you in, kissing you, finally.

and it's cool, baby, with me.

Holy shit. You were freaking out, you were probably gonna be jumping up and down whenever he decided to stop kissing you. He did pull away, after a long while, when the rain started pouring. The colors of the sunset had been drowned out by the thunderclouds but you two still felt all sunny on the inside.

There was a rumble in the far distance, while you stared at him, and him back at you. You couldn't contain your excitement, you felt like running a marathon.

"Oh my God."

Your hands went back to your face, and you literally jumped. Luke laughed as you surged with happiness. He felt the same way, his smile bigger and brighter than ever before.

You grabbed his hand, tugging him back to your house quickly. You were finally under the cover of your back porch, out of harm's way. You grabbed two towels from the outside cupboards and wrapped yourselves up, you dried your feet off before running up the stairs, Luke hot on your tail.

You two got upstairs and sat on your bathroom counter while you dried off. You talked quietly, giggling an awful lot.

Once you got dry enough, you led him to your bedroom. You grabbed one of his sweatshirts you had before going to take a pair of your brother's shorts, throwing them to Luke when you got back to your room.

"Here, go change so you don't get sick."

You noticed he had more than the stuff you'd just thrown at him in his hands, he had the picture that previously sat on your night stand.

and isn't it just so pretty to think,

"I like this picture, you have to send it to me, baby."

Baby? You could've died. You nodded, mumbling out an butchered agreement, gesturing for him to leave and get dressed again.

While he was gone, you changed into some sweatpants and another one of Luke's sweatshirts, one you'd had for almost two years. When Luke came back into your room, he'd noticed your sweatshirt immediately. It was from his travel team when he was 16, and it made him so happy.

all along there was some invisible string,

You smiled at him sweetly as he walked back over to you, grabbing your face and kissing you for the second time in the last thirty minutes. You got the same butterflies you'd had living inside you since you were a little girl. This boy had been living in your head since you'd known him, and he was finally yours after you'd been his girl for so many years.

tying you to me?

You both pulled away, wrapping each other in a hug. Luke rocked you two back and forth, leaving kisses on your head.

"I love you, Moosey."

"I love you."

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh he-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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