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[clancykisser]

Axel/Clancy - First Kiss

I was thinking about how Clancy and I would have our first kiss in DEMA late at night when we decided we wanted to know what it felt like. We were super nervous, but, we both liked it in the end. And then we developed a crush that lasted unspoken through our young adult years.

[concreteburialplot]

Delicate Beginning Rush

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted; ao3 | word count: 4.8k

warnings: alcohol, fluff??? who am i ????¿, shy nerdy nicholas, awkward fumbling drunk sex, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation, nick has a big massive fat-, cum play ??, subby nick if you squint, reader doesn’t know anything about star wars / pop culture ? lol, au; college omens, 18+ MDNI

summary; your friend drags you to a house party you never wanted to be at but end up being grateful when a cute shy boy changes the course of your night

a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

Around you rages a random college house party that your roommate dragged you to. The house itself was huge and almost dollhouse-like. You weren’t sure who’s party it was or who all lived there, all you did know was that your friend was on a mission. You’ve met the group of boys your friend was interested in a couple times. She’s been trying to get with one… or two of them? You aren’t quite sure anymore. But they were some boys from your English class that happened to be in a band – at least that’s what you’d gathered with various random study dates with them. They were chill, but you could tell that they were mostly interested in your roommate. At least that’s what it seemed like, with the way they’d usually only pay mind to her while you’d be working on assignments.

But now, you sit on the kitchen counter of this giant house with a raven-haired tattooed boy standing between your legs. You both are tipsy, giggly messes.

Your hands intertwined with his and playfully sway back and forth at his sides; the warm alcohol running through your veins makes you both more touchy-feely than normal. The drink coats your body in a tingly warmth.

“How come I didn’t know you were so funny huh?” You nudge his shoulder with the right set of your connected hands. Your fingers slip from the hold and brings the plastic cup full of neon blue to your lips. You take a sip looking up at him through glassy eyes over the white ridge of the cup. The sickeningly sweet beverage burns your throat with at least 3 different liquors mixed.

His tan cheeks are tinted peachy pink from the alcohol and a sweet smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t really talk much I guess.”

Which was true. Now thinking about it, in all your group hangouts he was mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. The other three boys were loud and quite talkative. Especially the two your roommate was pining after, both with long hair and one with an accent. It really depended on the day which she was leaning towards more. Tonight, it was Jolly, the one with the accent.

“Yeah, I noticed that.” You say softly, “But you seem much more talkative now with some of…” You hold up the horrid concoction you were given, “Whatever this is.”

He smiles, “Yeah, I guess it helps me out of my shell a little.”

It seemed to help him out of his shell a lot, with him talking to you for the past hour and making you laugh harder than you had in a while. You barely even knew what his voice sounded like before tonight. But you found that you really enjoyed it, it was deep and raspy but upticks when he’s excited about something. It swirls a flurry of butterflies in your tummy that you write off as just the alcohol’s doing.

“Well, I quite like you out of your shell Nicholas.” You beam sitting up. One arm wrapping around your own midsection and the other feeding more sips of drink to your mouth. You find the edges of your lips curling at how the blue liquid tinted the inside of his lips. You wonder if the stain on his mouth tastes just as sweet as the drink.

A blush coats his cheeks, and his eyes fall to his cup, “Oh, you can call me Nick.”

“Alright, Nick.” You grin and take the last sip of your drink. “You know it’s awfully loud in here.” You use a tried-and-true line.

“Oh, well, we could um,” He knocks back the last of his own drink. “We could go up to my room?” He offers kindly.

Hook.

Line.

Sinker.

“Sure, I think that’s a great idea.”

You hop off the counter and he takes your hand, weaving you through the crowded party and up the stairs. He pulls you into his room, the second door to the right. The room was cleaner and more decorated than you’d expect from a random college boy.

Your eyes wander across the shelves of figurines, books, and posters on the walls. It was all quite… “nerdy”, the only thing you could really recognize was Star Wars while the rest just seemed like miscellaneous anime memorabilia. It didn’t make it any less pretty or interesting, quite the opposite, you were awestruck.

Another wall was covered in framed records that hung above a bookshelf filled with vinyls and topped with a record player. Your gaze flows down to where propped guitars litter the floor.

“It’s lame I know.” He scratches the back of his neck with a subtle embarrassment on his face.

The mandatory college boy light strips around the room were set to purple and moving the light in a pattern – alternating between blocks of bright violent and dim violet. Your eyes followed the blocks as they trailed along the ceiling. The light strips and a warm yellow lamp on his night were the only sources of illumination.  

“No, no.” Your eyes finally land on Nick again. “I think it’s really cool.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, it’s definitely not that.”

“Most boys’ rooms are bare with a mattress on the floor. Your room is so full of personality… and you have a bed frame.” You laugh. “It’s cool. I promise.”

The more you looked at his personality-filled room, the more you wondered how he kept all of this contained. You would’ve never guessed this is what his room would look like. But you sure were happy you were found out.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He says and sort of shifts on his heels. He picks up some random fidget toy and begins playing with it, it’s obvious he’s a little nervous.

You carefully sat on the bed, making sure not to disrupt the nicely made sheets.

“I don’t know anything about that stuff.” You say naively. You’ve been around enough nerdy boys to know that always gets them going.

“Of what? Star Wars?” His glassy eyes grow wide and shocked.

You giggle at his reaction, “Yeah, any of it really. Like all this stuff in here. Except the music, obviously.”

“No way.” He scoffs. “There’s no way you’ve never even seen one Star Wars movie?”

“Nope.” You lift your shoulders to a shrug, “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me about it.”

“Well, I mean, it’s only my civil duty to inform you about them.” The edge of his mouth pulls into a playful grin.

You bite down on your lip to stifle another liquor-soaked giggle. “Alright. Well, let’s hear it then.”

The way the corners of his lips curl directly into his cheekbones is so adorable you don’t even mind that he’s derailed your mission of hooking up.  You pull yourself further back into his bed making room for him.

“Okay, so.” He says excitedly with an uptick in his voice and scrambles to sit next to you on the bed. He takes an inhale before beginning to speak, almost like he doesn’t even know where to start.

Even though you were originally in this for something completely different, now you don’t mind just sitting here and listening to him excitedly talk about … whatever he’s talking about.

You let him drunkenly ramble without interrupting him, nodding at any points he was making. He lost you fairly early on, when he started to explain how the movies are chronologically not in order or something along those lines. But that didn’t stop you from just listening to him speak or admire how animated he got with his hands while explaining things.

He was just so cute – the way when he smiled, really smiled, it lit up his whole face. This smile reached his eyes, lighting them up with so much life. This was the first time you really noticed his eyes, with the purple lights reflecting in them you couldn’t even tell what color they truly were – they looked grey, then blue, then green all at once. When you were really lost in them is when he caught you.

He reeled his arms back to his body, giving you a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk so much.” His gaze fell before bashfully meeting you again.

“No, no, no.” You quickly answer, immediately feeling guilty for not paying enough attention. “I liked listening to you.”

“Oh, you don’t gotta say that.” A light pink coats his cheeks before his eyes fall to his fiddling fingers. “I’m used to it. Most people don’t tend to listen to me anyway.”

Your chest twists at the thought of anyone ever making him feel unheard or ignored.

“Hey, no.” You reach between you and grab his wrist, then meet his eyes. “I was listening to you. I really like hearing you talk. Okay? You can keep going if you want.”

He blushes a little more and gives a small nod. “Okay.”

He continues on some tangent he left hanging, and you return to your place with your chin on your palm supported by an elbow to your knee.

You didn’t lie, you really do like listening to him – you said nothing about understanding anything he said. Especially with how fuzzy your head is right now, you don’t understand a single word he’s saying. All you can pay attention to is the smooth waves of his cadence and his adorable mannerisms.

He pauses and chuckles nervously, “What? Did I lose you again?”

The edges of your lips curl up, and you shake your head.

“No.” You hum and press your lips together as you reach up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m just wondering if you tell every girl you bring up here about Star Wars.” You giggle.

He nearly scoffs at even the idea. “No, definitely not.” He reaches up to scratch his arm “Mostly because I never really bring anyone up here. I usually stay here during their parties. They’re not really my thing.” He shrugs and fidgets with his thumbs as he speaks, transfixed on them while occasionally looking up to meet your eyes. “I don’t really like the loud music, or the people… or the alcohol usually. Really none of it is for me.”

“Well, I’m really glad you were down there tonight.” You smile sweetly, just admiring how pretty and delicate he is. You move your hand just a bit forward so that the tips of your fingers interlace with his and lean towards him.

A shy grin spreads across his lips, “Yeah me too.” He replies softly while matching your actions and moving closer to you. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and you can’t help but mirror it. His lips were perfect and plump and all you wanted to do was be on them.

From all the pieces of him you’ve gathered tonight, it’s easy to assume that he’s probably pretty anxious and can’t read social cues that well. So, you decide to spell it out for him.

“I want you to kiss me, Nick.” You breathe into the gap between your lips.

He gives you a quick but urgent nod before softly crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss ignites sparks all over your body, firecrackers exploding within each cell. Your hand finds his cheek to pull him in closer. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you oblige without a second thought.

His tongue hesitantly flicks at yours which begins a playful dance between them. It’s not rough or dominance-seeking, it’s needy and soft.

You tangle both hands into his long long locks and lean back on his bed, pulling him on top of you between your legs without ever breaking the kiss.

He’s so gentle with you. His hands stationed at each end of your body, one soft on your face and the other resting tenderly on your side. His tongue was skillful but mellow, just enjoying the kiss with you. It’s not often a guy wants to take his time and not rush, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was setting the pace.

It’s exciting and delicious all at once.

Your hand meets his face to bring him even closer before reaching up and tangling your fingers into his dark hair again. His scent fills your nostrils and it’s something woodsy and… spicy? Sweet, but peppery. The smell of his cologne goes straight down between your legs and worsens the throbbing there.

You continue the lazy kissing but take the lead again and slowly guide his hand to your tit, letting him know that it’s okay to touch you. He doesn’t need much convincing; his hand begins needing the soft tissue of your breast over thin t-shirt fabric. His fingertips lightly pinch your pebbled nipple. You can’t help but let out a tiny whine into his mouth.

You’re reminded of just how drunk you are when your numbed fingertips trail down his shirt to his belt and fumble with it. You struggle with the button and the zipper, but you finally reach his hardening cock. He lets out a small groan once you start palming him over his boxers. While you can’t even see it, you can tell it’s big – which surprises you, especially with his shy demeanor and the tight-ass pants he usually wears.

He follows suit, letting his hand trail down your side until it’s between your thighs beneath your skirt, running a finger between your panty-covered lips. You moan into the kiss; you need him like air – more than just his finger over cotton.

Since he seems to base his actions and pace on yours, probably out of courtesy to make sure he’s not crossing any lines, you dip your hand past the wide band of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and heavy in your hand as you begin pumping him within his boxers.

It works, he dips into your panties and lets his fingers explore you. He rounds your clit nearly causing your entire body to convulse. Then he slowly brings them down to your entrance which makes you immediately roll your hips up towards his hand – your core aching to have something, anything inside you. A louder moan escapes once you feel two fingers slip inside you.

You pump his large member in your hand, and you can feel his pulse in it. The walls around his fingers tighten once he starts rutting into your fist – he needs you just as badly. You break the kiss, and your chests rise and fall rapidly together. He doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses his forehead against yours.

“Jesus fucking christ you’re so fucking big.” You breathe out heavily between you two.

Pink flushes across his cheeks in the cutest way. “Thanks.” He replies shortly almost as if he’s ashamed to receive the compliment.

Your brows knit together and your head tilts to the side. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry if I-”

“No, no, it’s not that it’s just…” He presses his lips together for a moment. “It’s big.”

You chuckle, “I mean yeah, every guy says that right?”

“It’s just… I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He says sheepishly. “If you want to go further that is, of course.”

You watch him with a skeptical gaze trying to analyze his features to see if he’s joking but, he seems serious. Of course, he feels big in your hand, but you don’t have a full gauge of it – you can’t see it. Surely it can’t be that big. He’s probably just exaggerating. Regardless, you find it endearing that he’s so concerned about hurting you.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” You wave off the conversation because you enthusiastically want to get back to the journey you were on before.

His lips urgently find yours again and his fingers continue their plight inside you – two curling right into your sweet spot and his thumb rolling small circles into your swollen clit. You’re grateful for the loud party downstairs that masks some of the noises you’re making.

Your hand works on him at the same pace as his fingers do on you. Deep groans rumble in his chest and in the back of his throat.

Breathlessly, you pull from the kiss looking up at him like he’s a glass of water after a trek through the desert. “Fuck- I” A moan slips from you. “Fuck I need you. I need your cock.”

“Are you sure?” He asks and pulls away, “Because I–“

The pulsing in your core outweighs your patience and you hastily tug down his pants, letting his cock spring out fully.

Your eyes widen at his size. He wasn’t joking - he’s fucking massive. So massive in fact that it almost terrifies you and makes you question if it could even fit inside you. It’s almost as long as your arm and thicker than a can of RedBull.

Nick must’ve picked up on your fear because his cheeks grow rosy in embarrassment. “See. I told you.” He says dishearteningly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to try, I really understand. Just let me eat you instead?”

You blink at him, somewhat taken aback by the whole situation. As much as you wanted to try – and you really wanted to try, the worry of you both being too drunk to properly prep you was imminent and you really didn’t want to risk him hurting you.

“Okay…” You agree timidly. “Sure.”

He smiles seeming happy to just be able to make you feel good regardless. His lips meet yours again and repeat the same soft dance as earlier for a moment before beginning to pepper kisses down your body. First, your neck, giving you open-mouth kisses with an occasional suck. Then, down your torso and tummy until he’s finally between your legs. He swiftly slips your panties off.

His inked fingers help to spread you open, using your own arousal to easily slide between your lips.

“So pretty.” He mumbles before diving in causing an abrupt whine from you at the sudden stimulation.

His lips and tongue work as delicately and meticulously between your folds as they did with your mouth. You could swear his tongue was made of some sort of magic from how good he was making you feel already. His tongue was masterful in how it would flatten and then curve around your swollen clit.

You peer down at him at work, and he was so beautiful, eating you like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. He must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looks up at you with lustful but sweet green-grey eyes. They make your breath hitch in your throat.

It was artistic how he’d move his tongue up and down in swirly wavy patterns serving you a perfect rhythm of stimulation then rest then repeat. Not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, not too light. His tongue was immaculate.

“Fuck Nick,” You groan, letting your head fall harshly back on the pillow and your hand dives into his hair again. “Fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good- Fuck.”

The knot in your tummy grew more with each twist of his tongue and when he started incorporating his fingers again, hitting just the right spot, you knew you were done for.

“God, fuck!” You moan out loudly, tugging at his roots and rutting your hips up into his mouth. The knot threatening to snap at any given flick of his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, Nick, fuck I’m gonna cum!”

He speeds his pace up ever so slightly, not enough to ruin your ride but just enough to push you over the edge. He even lets out a moan against your cunt letting you know that really fucking likes the way you’re reacting to him.

Your grip on his hair is tight and probably painful but the screams that leave your throat distract you from staying gentle. Your legs clamp around his head and your back arches from the bed as you release fully onto him. He groans deeply against you again, seemingly even more turned on than before.

He doesn’t stop, no matter how tight your legs suffocate him or how hard you pull at his hair. He doesn’t stop for a second. His speed is perfect, enough to keep you going but not enough to overstimulate you. He keeps you riding a delicate tightrope, stretching your climax out as far as he can.

Your tummy fills with rampant butterflies and a buzzing spreads across your skin as he gently carries you into another orgasm. Pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave to shore. Every inch of your body reacts to him, bending to his skillful craft.

Screams erupt from the base of your throat, your body not able to contain the rush of euphoria that he’s sent you into. Your hips rut up into his mouth and your walls spasm around his fingers but he keeps his actions steady and consistent. His fingers curl and thrust into you harmoniously with his tongue, letting you ride out your high on his face.

You pat his head a bit to indicate you were done. He looks up at you so happy, so grateful to serve you. His eyes are bright and full of pride that he was able to make you feel that good.

He pulls away, revealing him working his still-hard cock in his hand. Watching him move his fist up and down his veiny shaft and roll around his head has you buzzing again. He slips his fingers from you and replaces his working hand with the one covered in your juices, using your orgasm as lubricant.

“Fuck.” He mumbles, his eyes still fixated on your dripping cunt.

Your hand slithers down between your legs and use two fingers to spread yourself open for him. His tongue swipes between his lips as you begin playing with yourself – dipping into your entrance to gather some arousal to bring up to your pulsing clit.

You bite down on your bottom lip while his hand speeds up on his member, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief – especially since he was using your slick to work himself. He pumps his member faster and faster, his chest heaving accordingly. You’re both transfixed on each other’s actions, just getting off at the sight of the other fucking themselves.

The head of his cock is so swollen and dark red and leaking precum. It’s massive and could probably fill your entire mouth if you were to suck him off. His hand grows erratic and sloppy as his other keeps him propped up on the bed.  

You feel a 3rd climax creeping up on you, filling your bud with nerves begging for relief again. Your free hand slides up your torso to squeeze your breast, watching him start to unravel. Your fingers work precise circles around your nub, occasionally moving down into your entrance. You never knew how powerful it could feel watching a man get off on just the sight of you. You loved the way his eyes tracked your fingers, how they’d widen if you spread your folds for him, how his hand would speed up if you fucked yourself.

“F-fuck.” He mutters, letting himself rest down on his elbow. “Ah-uh- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He quickly lifts his shirt to reveal his tummy just before milky white ribbons decorate the tattoos there. His eyes flutter close, and his head lulls back as he works every bit of cum out of himself. His lips part slightly, letting delicious groans and whimpers pour from his mouth.

Thankfully, you’re just as close and his moans along with the sight of him coating himself in cum push you over the edge. Flashing white blinds your sight and your thighs clamp around your hand. Your fingers don’t stop moving until his hand does.

You ride out your highs together before your bodies relax back into the bed. You lay there breathless beside him, your chests rising and falling rhythmically. He hadn’t even fucked you but that was still some of the hottest sex you’d ever had. God, his tongue was nothing short of magical.

The silence between you both is awkward but endearing, unfamiliar but delicate. Your tummy fills with fluttering butterflies just at his proximity. Finding a guy who made you feel like this was the last thing you expected to happen tonight.

A chill from the air conditioning reminds you that you’re still bare from the waist down. Strawberry pink flushes your cheeks as you lower your skirt back down. He follows suit and tucks himself back into his boxers.

You nervously chuckle and go to speak but he starts at the same time as you. The blush on your cheek only worsens.

“Oh sorry I-“ You both fumble over each other’s words again.

“You go.” He offers.

“No, no you go.” You reply, motioning for him to speak.

He chuckles with his eyes adverting yours. “Um, sorry if – if, you didn’t want, erm, this.” Referencing his jerking off.

“No – no it was –“

“You just – you sounded so pretty.” He blurts out. “And you tasted so good… I just, got worked up.” His cheeks and the tip of his nose coated in a deep pink. “Sorry.”

You try to keep yourself from smiling too big because you find his embarrassment so cute.

“It’s okay. I liked it.” You reassure, and for some reason, it tints your cheeks too.

“You did?” He asks almost shocked.

“Mhm.” You reply, digging your teeth into your lip and nod. You liked it more than wanted to admit. “A lot.”

“Okay.” He nods bashfully. “I, um, I’m gonna clean up now. Can I get you anything?”

“Hmm, maybe a water when you’re done?”

“Okay.” He sits up a bit. “Um, do you mind just kind of, looking away?”

Your eyes furrow and your head tilts at him in confusion but you comply. “Sure.” You cover your eyes with your hands. “Why am I looking away?” You question, seeing as you just saw a lot of him.

He shifts in the bed, and you hear him slip his shirt off, probably to use it to clean up his mess.

“I don’t know. I just don’t like to be shirtless around people, I guess.” He answers shyly.

“Oh, I’m sure you look good!”

“No.” He scoffs adamantly, “Definitely not.”

“I don’t believe you.” You hum, wiggling a bit while still covering your eyes. “But I’ll take your word for… for now.”

You sense him get off the bed and open some drawers. After a few moments, he lets you know it’s okay to look again. You open your eyes to see that he’s changed into a graphic tee and a pair of shorts that have some kind of wolf design on them. He somehow looks even better than before.

He returns with two bottles of water, one for you and one for him. He shuts the bedroom door so gently like he’s trying not to wake anyone, as if there isn’t a raging party downstairs. He hands you a water bottle before he cracks his own open and takes a gulp.

“Thanks.” You say with a small smile. As you steal your first sip, you take note of his shirt. “Deft-tones?” You sound out the word trying to make out what it means. “Is that a band or something?”

The look that washes over his face as he’s drinking is pure shock and confusion. You may as well have told him you didn’t know who Mickey Mouse was. He abruptly pulls the bottle from his lips with furrowed brows, “You’ve never heard of Deftones?”

You press your lips together and shake your head, “Nope.”

“You’ve never watched Star Wars and you’ve never listened to Deftones? What rock have you been hiding under?” He teases.

“I don’t know, a heavy one I guess.” You giggle and give him a shrug.

“Oh man. If I wasn’t still so drunk right now, I’d play you something.” He laughs and sits on the bed beside you. “But anything I play right now is gonna sound like ass.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.” You smirk and shake your head. You hadn’t heard his band play, but judging by how skilled his fingers were, he had to be good.

“No, no. It’s true. But you’ve gotta let me play something for you sometime.” His grin begins wide then shortens. “If you want that is.”

Right then, you couldn’t imagine anything you wanted more.

“I’d love that.”

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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! i'm not that good at writing smut so sorry if it wasn't that great! i really enjoyed writing this one bc was just so fluffy and awkward and sweet, which is so different than anything else that i normally ever write LOL

Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.

let me know if you liked it! i love hearing your thoughts 🩷

[tyunni]

txt when they have a crush on you !

pairing: all members x gn!reader.

warnings: none other than maybe some slip ups, english isn't my first language.

genre: fluff, comedy, angst if u squint.

a/n: YAYY my first post on the new blog!! hope you enjoy :D

yeonjun (연준)

isn't very subtle about it,

the second you step into the room he's thinking about which pick-up line to use today <3

in reality, he's actually extremely nervous around you but tries to cover it up by being a flirt.

thinks about you all the time and sometimes has a hard time focusing on important work because of you,

you live in his mind rent-free, let's be honest here.

gets jealous easily, so if he sees you hanging out with another person, being a lil' too touchy and friendly for his liking,

he's going to come up to you right then and there & just go "damn y/n, thought we had something special!?!??!?" faking a pout and clutching his heart dramatically, waiting to hear your angelic laugh pierce through his ears so he can feel the relief of knowing that you're still oblivious to his feelings.

he isn't joking though, his ego is a tiny bit bruised, but he knows he's overreacting and has no right to feel that way because you aren't even dating (yet ;D)

shows his skills off to you a lot, whether it's dancing, rapping or vocals.

sends you a bunch of selcas, saying that he wants you to help him choose which one he should post for moas to see, but in all honesty he just does it so you call him handsome !!

soobin (수빈)

soobin thinks you have absolutely no right to look that adorable,

at first he thought that he was endeared by you because you were simply cute,

but later on, he realized that he was head over heels for you.

even someone mentioning your name gets him all giggly and bubbly

you're his serotonin boost <3

if you compliment him in any way he's going to get shy, quick to cover his blushing face,

but whenever he's feeling down the compliment just floats up from the back of his mind and makes his day 10x better.

can't sleep because all he can think about is you and your pretty smile, cuddles a plushie he stole from huening kai wishing it was you :(

very hesitant to hug you or just have any sort of physical contact with you

like he really wants to, but the closest he gets to holding your hand is accidentally brushing his knuckles against yours

and even that small action has his mind racing, heart beating out of his chest as his awkward giggles fill the room.

if you hold his hand or hug him tho, he's going to melt in your arms :(

just whipped from the start.

rest of the members are under the cut ...

beomgyu (범규)

my guy already knew he liked you the second he laid his eyes on you.

but it was all platonic at first,

the more he got to know you, though, the more attached he became.

tries to spend as much time as he can with you, just wants you to notice him :(

teases you to no end, poking your sides, tickling you, getting all up in your face,

constantly asking you to play video games with him.

just craves your attention !!

very clingy <3

leans on your shoulder, holds your hand, slings his arm around you, puts his hand on your waist, etc.

is quite quick to realize that he had developed a crush,

and is also quick to catch on to the fact that you also have feelings for him.

honestly how could you not...

he takes it slow though, doesn't want to rush into a relationship.

literally treats you like his girlfriend from the get-go, everyone and their mom knows that you two are a thing.

taehyun (태현)

quick to realize that he has feelings for you, just like beomgyu

but also the quickest to try and push them away before he falls even harder,

yeah... that didn't work.

tries to impress you with his intellect and amazing vocals,

if you compliment him he's going to break into a grin, complimenting you back with no hesitation.

never stutters or feels too nervous around you, but it's all in the body language.

like the way he listens to you so attentively when you speak, paying attention to every word you say so he doesn't miss anything,

or the way he always stays close to you! choosing the seat next to yours in public transport, walking next to you when going out with the others

the way he straightens his posture the moment he sees you walking into the room, the way he never breaks eye contact with you, his stare lingering on your figure every now and then, scanning your every move.

the members caught on sooner or later, which is what taehyun feared the most !!

sure soobin and yeonjun can keep a secret, but god forbid beomgyu and huening kai from even speaking to you </3

huening kai (휴닝카이)

huening kai has had lots of small crushes before, so he thought that this one would perish just like the others,

oh how wrong he was...

a few months passed and the feelings only grew stronger, his chest tingling at the thought of you being his.

the other members know he likes you, but don't really tease him about it that much. except beomgyu

welcome to... how to know if huening kai likes you 101

he lets you touch, grab, play, even borrow his plushies,

he trusts you and only you with his precious stuffed animals :(

absolute heart eyes whenever he sees you playing with tobin, hugging it and protecting it from the members !!

even bigger heart eyes when you awkwardly shuffle over to him and ask him if you can hold his new plush,

eyes sparkling when he agrees with a bright smile as his blush impossibly deepens, handing you the stuffed animal in question.

you're also the only person he texts back immediately (besides his family members and managers)

[stray-kids-react]

SKZ reacting to edits of their new male member

Masterlist

...

Bang Chan

° It was a Chan's Room vlive, and fans were thrilled to ask him about you. Chan read through the thousands of comments about the new member, but one link caught his attention particularly.

° He copied the link quickly, whilst explaining his first impression of you when you joined the band. Gushing over how quiet and nervous you seemed, especially when you were around Chan himself.

° Once the video started, it had cute gifs and videos of you doing soft aegyo while the sweetie pie song played over it. Chan thought that'd be the whole video, but he was sadly mistaken once the song changed.

° A flustered giggle left Chan's mouth as his ears turned bright red, feeling as though he shouldn't be watching this. It was as if he just walked in on you changing, it just made him feel very embarrassed and flustered.

° Once the 1:34 second video ended, a long pause filled the live. He tried to gain composure after what he just witnessed, but his shy state of mind was still very clear amongst the fans who were watching.

"That was great editing... *giggle* I don't think I've seen y/n in that way before."

Lee Know

° It came up on his YouTube recommendations, as he was watching crack edits fans made of him and his members. Minho never saw an edit made to show the duality, except for ones of him.

° He honestly wasn't fazed at all by the edit, approving of your sexy side. He soon watched other edits of the members and gave them each a like. Minho was the one who sent you the video, with a smirk emoji.

° You knew it was either something to make you flustered or something very random. That made up most of your conversations with Minho through text, especially if he had the smirk emoji after the link.

° The next day, a sly smirk will be plastered all over his features. Mimicking the moves you made in the fan made edit, even going as far to make Han play the song in your edit as he mimicked you.

° Won't ever let that edit go, just because he loves how flustered you get by it. He'll giggle at you when you cover your face, feeling proud that his hot stage presence has rubbed off on you.

"I am sexy, you are sexy, let's be a sexy team together. What do you say?"

Changbin

° While working on their comeback with you, Changbin got a notification on his laptop. The thumbnail was you with devil horns and a halo. His curiosity got the beat of him, so he clicked on the fan made edit of you.

° Changbin could only smile nervously when the hot edits came into play, many involving hip thrusts and grinding. He felt very uncomfortable, mostly because he saw you as brother more than anything else.

° It made things 10× worse by you being in the room with him, watching the edit next to him. Both of you at loss of words, never thinking that either of you would be in this type of situation together.

° Changbin began to chuckle at how weird things felt, asking you to promise him that you'd both forget this ever happened. Even thought it will probably haunt both of you for the rest of your career together.

° He continued on working on different side tracks for the album, both of you chuckling randomly at the reminder of what you had just witnessed. But both of you promised to not tell the other members.

"Lets promise to try and forget we watched this and not tell the members about this."

Hyunjin

° Both of you were quite close and showed and each other everything, whenever a hot edit of either of you came across your phone's. Both of you would just laugh it off, amused to see either of you so serious.

° Both of you know that fans will find you hot, even if you don't see why in certain situations. Neither of feel uncomfortable with seeing edits of each other, knowing it is simply part of being an idol.

° That still won't stop either of you from laughing when you see clips of each other with sensual music over it. Hyunjin laughs especially hard if he knows the clips and what actually happened behind scenes.

° There was one clip of you drinking water and fans went nuts, even though they always seem to cut out the scene where you choke on the water because of Jeongin's very effective aegyo.

° Hyunjin can make a big out of it, usually laughing with a slightly disgusted face. But he means no harm when doing it, he just wants to play around with you and knows you would do the same with him.

"Y/n, why do change so drastically whenever you wear an opened shirt on stage?"

Han

° Tries to act like he isn't fazed by the fan made videos of you that Minho is showing him, but he is and it shows through his blushing cheeks. His way of dealing with this is to try and laugh off the awkward tension.

° He thought that bringing it up to you would make it more awkward, but he found out that seeing you clueless as you why he keeps looking at you with a surprised glaze over his eyes is much more nerve racking.

° The next day you'd confront him on being so award around you, asking what you may have done to make him uncomfortable. Instead of avoiding the topic, he just admitted to watching a fan video of you.

° You laughed uncontrollably at his confession, after so much worrying that you offended him or made him un easy. Instead, he was just flustered by how hot and sensual you were in the fan made video.

° He promised to not make you worry anymore, and will not trust anything the Minho sends him with a smirk emoji. You both look back at that whole scenario and still laugh at how silly it truly was.

"I promise not to make you worry again, or answer Minho when he is smirking."

Felix

° Everyone knows Felix is a king of duality, so he honestly isn't that fazed when he sees edits like this of you. He will however become giggly and a show off his sunshine smile, but that's only because it's you.

° It's strange for him to see you as a sensual sex appeal, when you were the same person who cuddled him when the power went out during a bad storm. And also cuddles him daily to his appreciation.

° Isn't fazed by fan edits, but can get uncomfortable when it comes to people Iver sexualizing you. Such as trying to see how big your dick is through leather pants or only calling you just a sexy visual.

° He won't bring up the edits to you unless you show them directly to him, he knows how it feels to be embarrassed by sexy edits. Mostly because of natural and human insecurities, and knowing it is made public.

° Felix won't tease you about your edits, even though he giggles when witnessing one its only because he sees you as a cuddly teddy bear. He won't hesitate to try and hide any overly sexual content of you from the public.

"Don't worry about it, me and jyp will find a way to delete that post. Stay calm."

Seungmin

° Will hype you up in a soft way, he'll cheer quietly when reacting to an edit and even clap when it ends. Seungmin is just proud to see how far your stage presence has come, and it happy that you were able to debut.

° Doesn't try to see these edits as sensual videos, rather than the fans appreciating your visuals and amazing presence. He will however get a bit bashful if the clips aren't from stage performances.

° Cheers you on cutely when you do a sexy dance for the fans during concerts, giggling afterwards when you become a bashful mess and hide behind someone... Usually Hyunjin because he's the tallest.

° Prefers you softer edits rather then your Spicy ones, mostly because there is a less chance of being flustered and becoming red with the softer edits. Even if sometimes they make him cringe on the inside.

° Seungmin is your shy hype man that is honestly just so proud of you, and isn't ashamed to tell you how proud he is of you. He loves how fans welcomed you to the group even if you debuted later than the others.

"Y/n worked so hard to get here, and I feel like a proud brother by just watching him."

Jeongin

°Jeongin is a the maknae and it truly shows during almost everything, from his natural aegyo to his charming stage presence. However it also shows when he playfully teases you for your fan edits.

° Jeongin won't take it too far, but just enough to make your ears turn red. He enjoys seeing you become so flustered over something you did. It makes him confused but also very satisfied.

° Jeongin doesn't like the sexy edits as much as the cuter themed ones, but will still use them against you nonetheless. But that's only ever yo get a reaction out of you and show you how much fans love you.

° He gets bashful from hsi edits, and will beg on his knees for you not to play them. He just can't stand watching himself being sexy or cute with everyone around it watch. It feels different on stage however.

° He'll feel bad if you get very shy from an edit, so he'll hug you as an apology and bribe you back to trust with some snacks. You adore Jeongin's behaviour, seeing him as an adorable brother to you.

[natsukitakama]

Celebrating the new year with Itadori Gojo and Megumi (JUJUTSU KAISEN edition)

Author note : I shouldn’t write after a huge meal with my family lmao. Also happy new year i wish you the best ♡ don’t know if you celebrate or not, but you’re going to be fine I trust you and I’m proud of you ♡ 

Warning : nothing it’s pretty short I'm sorry about it, I don’t know I just feel like it haha 

I wrote it at 11pm I'm sorry if it’s a mess 

i do not own this gifs credit to the owner(s) 

Masterlist 

Itadori 

He is litteraly a ball of excitement like he can’t help but moved everywhere like a child looking after a gift. (He is so cute) 

Definetly want to cook with you, it’s such an intimate yet pretty domestic act he just loves it : everything feels so relaxing and comfy. Sometimes Sukuna appears on his cheeks or his hands to tease you and or him, spoiling your moment, all you have to do is to put some food right into him to make the demon shut up for once. (Believe it or not but Sukuna actually enjoy you, you have balls not like Itadori as he says) 

He didn’t really have a chance to into a celebration since he spent his whole life with his grand father, but he used to always go into the temple to pray. He wants to do it with you not just to keep up his grand father’s habit but also because he wants to share this special moment with you (also because he can show off by holding your hands in front of people)

Both you cooked way to many foods so you end up calling your friends to come over and celebrating the year with you. 

Itadori won’t  say it but he is glad you did it, now that Sukuna was in his life he faced a lot of event most of them are really hard to live with. So sharing one night with his friends with you without thinking about his fate, Sukuna, or his responsibilities as an exorcist was more than necessary. 

Itadori, you and his friends spent the whole night eating foods, watching movie or just chilling around it wasn’t really a party but if felt like it.  

When the count has started Itadori took your hand and hold it not looking at you. You knew if was thinking about every cursed he has met and especially he couldn’t help but think about Junpei. After everything you knew Itadori felt guilty for what happened to him even if it wasn’t his fault, that was jus who he is. 

After finally starting the new year, you took both of his cheeks and kiss him hoping you could shake his bad thought away. 

You did. 

Then everyone when into a temple to pray for the new year. 

This day Itadori pray for his grand father hoping he was proud of him no matter where he was, he pray for Junpei and his mother asking them to forgive him, also he made a promise to himself that day : He would never loose anyone again. 

Gojo Satoru

A mess. Is anyone surprised ?

He wants to eat a lot of foods : you didn’t get it a L O T of foods. He didn’t care about the price he just wants a tone of différents foods : especially a lot of sweets since he loves them so much 

« Toru’ it seems a lot there no way we can eat all of them tonight 

Watch me Y/N » 

Everything is a challenge 

Who is gonna cook faster ?

Who can clean the house the most efficiently 

The man is a child : he got excited by everything. To anyone he might be a pain in the ass but for you a was just so sweet. Just seeing him all giggly is truly a blessing. You know that despite his childish behavior he is 24/7 ready no matter what, it was exhausting even for Gojo. So any moment of peace is granted

He wants you to have a matching outfit just because he feels like it (and because he can show off to anyone that he is actually dating someone) but you insist on wearing some yukata ( I mean picture him with is hair down, sunglasses, a yukata open just enough to see his chest yeah you see what I mean) 

Definitely clingy all the time : he doesn’t give a damn if you are with your friends or if you’re chilling together. When Satoru when kiss, you kiss him there not other option 

Who can say no to him anyway ? 

You never see someone eating that much before, but since he seems to enjoy it well you just let him go 

« I swear your unlimited void right into your stomach

« DAMN Y/N that’s a good idea I should try » 

I don’t think the man get drunk easily but it’s funny to see his cheeks get darker every time he drinks something 

At some point you two would end up dancing, don’t question that it would happen anyway. It could be a slow or just moving everywhere trying to follow the pace : honestly you look like crazy people but you never have so much fun before 

Everything with Gojo is funny tbh 

Don’t tell me he won’t try to have a hot make out session because I won’t believe you, he is cocky 

At the end of count, he would kiss deeply holding you tightly against his body. It was full of love, passion and maybe lust because he can’t help it but being addcit to you

He won’t go into a temple unless you want too (if you want him to join you tell him he would be able to see Nanami and tease him about getting a S/O while Nanami doesn’t)  

Megumi 

I love him I really do, but seriously how did you manage to get him here in the first place ? He is not a party boy, he is not good with people (but he tried my boy is doing his best) 

Seriously, unlike Itadori or Gojo he wants something private, just the two of you would be fine (do not mention his father but I’m sure you know that). 

Anyway he is a pretty simple man but he won’t mind some fantasy today since it’s last day of the year, also because he doesn’t want you to see him as boring or anything. 

He is not quite good in cooking so you might end up doing it, but he’ll compliment you all the time 

I think he is pretty tradition so he’ll wear a yukata even if you didn’t ask him too and can’t help but being too excited when the thought you coming into a yukata crossed his minds

He also wants to go into a temple to pray 

That’s everything he asked, he let you do your magic for the evening 

Even if he’ll grumble please just ask him to dance with you, he would be so happy to oblige : he just wants to feel you close but is too awkward to do it 

He won’t say it but a chill evening is 100% alright, his life was already a mess so he’ll take any chance to just chill and relax far away from Gojo and Itadori since they’re way too loudly for him 

Marathon movie, cuddle, blanket, hot cocoa = Happy!Megumi 

At the end of the count he’ll be too shy to ask so just do it, he will wrap you with his arm just enjoying your warmth 

he’ll call his friends to come over with him to the temple just to see them because he wants it and not because he has to work with them 

won’t admit it but he’ll pray for his family and for your future 

after that he’ll walk with you holding your hand enjoying the fact that he is with you, that you choose him over any people

During time like this you realized how much you’re into each other 

but he’ll walk you home quickly because he doesn’t want to share your attention with his friends and also because he wants to spend a lot of time with you before going back to work

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I know it might be too soon cause I just got into them but I had a mighty need 😔😔 also no one writes anything for my babie Keonhee wtf- (this one has been completed in my drafts before the haechan one 🙃)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!oneus, mentions of crossdressing, mentions of petplay, mentions of bondage

Oneus as Camboys

Ravn

Alright, so we all know the confidence this man holds so he was made to be a camboy and I will not fight on this. Of course, as the prettiest boy, he gets a lot of attention right off the bat. He seems so cocky at the beginning of his streams which make viewers question if he's submissive at all, but then he'll whip out a fucking machine and proceed to get railed until enough comments give him permission to stop. If he ends up cumming before then he'll let it run for a little bit longer to overstimulate himself as his punishment, even when no one tells him to. He thrives off the comments that tell him how pretty he looks (which of course he already knows that but it never hurts to hear it again-), so much so that if he's getting close he'll start to ask the viewers if he's pretty just to help bring him over the edge. One of the viewers even mentioned that he looked similar to a kitten so the next stream he did he wore some cat ears he had laying around the house (no one knows where they came from or why he had them laying around but-). Now he never takes them off. Someone even bought him a cute little collar with a bell on it that everyone was thankful for cause it jingled everytime he moved and it only made him even cuter 😔.

Seoho

This man has the sweetest face so the first time people started watching him they were very confused as to why such a sweet looking boy is doing something this dirty. Originally he didn't know what he would be doing but the second people started telling him how precious he looked he knew he had found his act. (Of course everything he does on camera is just an act and you really wish he would listened to you as much as he listens to his viewers sometimes but nope, you get left with the bratty bitch we all know and reluctantly love) He'll log on wearing big sweaters and panties that barely cover him up, and he'll let people buy him toys for him to use on the stream. When these gifts arrive he acts clueless as to what they're supposed to do, asking viewers if he's doing it right every five minutes cause he's just a big dumb babie that needs to be told what to do all the time 😔😔. Towards the end of his streams when he's coming down from his high, and he's all shaky and covered in his own cum, he'll look toward the camera and murmur "Was I a good boy for you?" Which of course makes everyone's hearts burst then and there. Then he'll just lay there for a minute or two, all smiley and giggly as he reads through all of the comments telling him how good he'd been and how proud they are of him :(. There are also times he'll claim that he's a virgin which no one knows if it's true or not it's definitely not but they roll with it cause he's just too darn cute.

Leedo

Everyone was hyped as soon as he started making his own streams after seeing him appear in one of Hwanwoong's. They were a little surprised to see him all shy and awkward after seeing him pounding into one of his friends but he's hot so no one questioned it that much. His first stream he didn't really know what to do so he's just awkwardly touching himself, trying his best not to look at the camera. The first time he glanced up, his eyes landed on a simple comment that said 'you don't have to be so shy baby, you look so pretty :)' and everyone sees his cock jump in his hold as he murmurs "I'm.. pretty…?" under his breath. From that moment on everyone flooded the comments telling him how cute he was and he was finally able to relax a little. Someone mentioned that he whimpered so much he might as well be a dog, so it really wasn't surprising that he received a package a few days later with some puppy ears and a collar. Let's just say he enjoyed the collar a lot more than he thought he would. He'll start off quiet and shy but as he gets closer and closer to his release he can't hold back how loud he is. To 'spice things up a little' he wanted to do a stream where he cums without him touching himself, which leads to someone asking him to hump a pillow for them like the desperate puppy that he is. He enjoyed it a lot and has done many videos with it since then. But overall he's just the sweetest puppy who's ready to please 🥺💔

Keonhee

I genuinely don't know why I wanna tie this man up so bad but we're gonna roll with it. His first ever stream isn't meant to be sexual, he's just asking for advice on how he should tie his shibari cause he wants to surprise his girlfriend. The next one is of him showing off what he learned, and he's smiling so wide cause he's all proud of himself :(. But he starts to notice a bunch of comments telling him how pretty he is and how much they would pay to see him in nothing but the red ropes he had tied around him. He thinks about it for a bit before asking if you're ok with it (cause the sweet boy would never want to do something you're uncomfortable with) and after getting the go ahead he starts his camboy career. You tend to stick around behind the camera while he's filming cause 1) he tends to be more confident when you're with him and 2) he needs someone to help untie him when he's done (and secret reason 3) he gets really turned on by you watching him doing something so filthy). Let's say, giving a totally random example, he finishes up a stream where he's been tied up and gagged as he helplessly writhes around with a vibrating buttplug in and after the camera goes off, instead of untying him you take out the plug and replace it with your strap to make him cum again and again until you've drained him of everything he has to offer. Theoretically, if that ever happened, he wouldn't be against it- 👀 theoretically of course.

Hwanwoong

No one is surprised this man has a camboy account. He's the most likely to have one out of all the boys and everyone knows it. He's such a whore- But anyways everyone who watches him has a size kink. Obviously, everyone logs on to see his tiny body get absolutely ruined and you can't argue with me on this. His streams consist of him inviting over his tall, strong friends to just completely destroy his little hole for the world to see. One friend he invited over really caught people's attention cause of how pretty he was (*cough cough* Leedo *cough cough*) so he tends to keep bringing him back, and even convinces him to start his own camboy account. He's even done a few videos of him giving his friends a lap dance before he gets railed, which made someone mention that he'd make a good stripper and that's how he got his job at the strip club a few miles from his house (and this man would be loaded cause who doesn't want a piece of that?). He doesn't do a lot of streams of him by himself but they tend to be popular when he does. He gets a little shy cause he has to actually read the comments himself instead of someone just telling him how cute he looks as he rides his favorite dildo. Plus when he does it by himself it gives viewers a better view of him instead of another person.

Xion

This sweet boy lives for crossdressing. Originally he just wanted to show off a few cute outfits he had, which blended into him only wearing cute skirts and dresses he buys, and even though he isn't doing anything sexual everyone gives him money cause he's just so precious. One stream he's doing what he always does but things suddenly take a turn when someone tells him that if they were there right now then they would bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him senseless cause he just looks so cute, which leads to him touching himself cause just that one comment got him so worked up. He'll also get into roleplay and stuff too, usually around halloween cause it's easier to find costumes to wear. A fan favorite was a maid costume he bought for a halloween stream for some master/mistress and maid roleplay (Think of this cause I got lost in the world of catboy maids for a hot second the other day). He's been calling his viewers master ever since then cause he kinda likes the humiliation he feels when they call him their dumb little servant. Someone even sent him some cat ears, a collar with a bell, and some cat toe bean thigh highs to really pull his outfit together. He even bought matching pink lace panties to make him even more irresistible. I think out of all the boys he'd be the one to talk with his viewers most cause he just wants to make sure he's doing good for them cause he aims to please.

[sluttyten]

Hi!!! Could I ask for the “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” and “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” with Doyoung? Please? (this is up to you: but if it could be with a chubby/plus size reader it would mean a lot to me). Thank you so much for your time.

I love your writing 💞💞💞

The relationship you had with Doyoung was a long and complicated one. Your families were friends, and when you were younger your families had often met up for holidays—celebrating the New Year together, birthdays, the lunar new year, even going on summer trips together occasionally—so you were rather close.

As you grew up, it wasn’t that your families grew apart, just that schedules grew busier and your families couldn’t see each other as much. But when you were fifteen you celebrated the New Year together for the last time, and you and Doyoung snuck off together with a bottle of wine no one would miss, and you’d sat together in the park nearby, passing the bottle back and forth and waiting for midnight to strike.

You never learned if it was the wine or just an impulse decision or what caused it, but at the stroke of midnight as the country celebrated the calendar turning over, Doyoung kissed you.

It had taken you totally by surprise, and you’d run away, embarrassed and ecstatic and overwhelmed that Doyoung had kissed you.

But you didn’t see too much of him again after that, not for a few years, by which point he was taller and much more filled out and more handsome. Your mother had told you about Doyoung growing up, how handsome he’d grown. And the way she said it made it sound like he’d grown from being awkward to handsome, and you just wanted to tell her that he’d always been handsome. But then you finally saw him.

And damn. She was right.

Handsome Doyoung of the past was gone and now he was just....

“Wow,” you gasp under your breath when Doyoung walks through the door of his parents home.

For the first time in ages your families are getting together. Your whole family and Doyoung’s parents and brother and himself. It hasn’t been this way in many years.

Doyoung’s gaze lands on you, and immediately you feel your face grow a little warmer. You tug at your clothes, trying to get a little air on your suddenly hot skin, and also just trying to make sure it’s laying right. Before you’d left home, your mother had clucked at you and suggested you change, but you liked your outfit so you kept it on.

But now with Doyoung looking at you while he looks like that, you almost wish you’d changed.

And then his face breaks out in the huge, familiar warm smile of his, and he says your name. Instantly the cool handsomeness of him now melts away and he’s just young, dorky handsome Doyoung again.

You’re all together to celebrate Doyoung’s dad’s birthday, so there’s much talking and celebrating, then dinner and cake and presents and more laughter and toasting, and throughout it all you keep looking over at Doyoung, amazed at how much he’s changed in the last few years, wondering what he thinks about how you’ve changed or if you’ve changed at all in his eyes.

After a bit you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. You’re not gone for long at all, but as you start to return to the table, you see Doyoung’s not seated there with everyone else anymore and your heart sinks, thinking that maybe he’s left. You know he doesn’t live wi to his parents anymore; he lives in an apartment across the city. So you don’t return to the table, instead you wander back down the hallway.

This house once was as familiar to you as your own. When you were much younger, before puberty hit, you spent many nights having sleepovers here with Doyoung. And even now your feet tread the path to Doyoung’s bedroom.

As you stand in the doorway, you realize the room isn’t empty. Doyoung’s sitting on the bed, looking at some photos he has stuck to the wall.

“Doyoung?” Your voice seems so loud in the tranquility of his room.

He looks over at you. “Oh, hey. Look, I forgot I had these up here.” He points at the wall, and you step inside his room, move around to see the wall where he’s pointing. It’s an array of photos from his childhood. Pictures from school, from theatre, of you and him with your arms around each other’s necks.

“When’s this from?” You step closer, touching one photo you don’t remember being taken. The pair of you sitting on a swing set together, his arm looped around one chain of your swing to keep you both held together. You’re laughing with your eyes squeezed shut, and Doyoung’s smiling at the camera in his hand.

“New Years.” Doyoung answers easily. “You were so giggly and cute. I took it when you weren’t paying attention.” He stands up and when he’s beside you, you can suddenly feel the memories rushing back to you, can feel the best of the alcohol in your veins on that cold night, the thrill of sneaking out together and the joy of being with Doyoung. And then the kiss.

“I’d better get back to the table.” You say quickly. “I think my family’s about to leave.”

You make it as far as one step away from him before Doyoung grabs your wrist lightly. “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first. Who knows when we’ll see each other again.”

The photo on the wall draws your gaze again, a frozen memory of the last time you saw each other. You don’t want years to go by again before you see Doyoung again, and you definitely don’t want to go years regretting not having felt his arms around you.

As soon as you nod, Doyoung’s swept you in against his chest, and he wraps his arms tightly around you in the warmest embrace you’ve felt in a long time. You sigh and return the hug, loving the way it feels to be held by him, to have his cologne filling your nose.

You could happily stay there locked in his arms, but you don’t want to make it weird.

“No.” Doyoung groans as you start to drop your arms from him. “Wait, don’t pull away... Not yet.”

Your heart starts beating faster as Doyoung holds you tighter.

“I love how you fit in my arms,” Doyoung murmurs, tucking his face even more against your shoulder, winding his arms just a little tighter, pulling you that much more against him. “God, I’ve missed you. I feel like I really fucked up my chance with you back then. I should’ve made my move earlier, but you were just so pretty.”

You pull away to frown at him. “Me? Doyoung, I was such a chubby kid. What do you mean pretty.”

He frowns right back at you. “I mean pretty. Yeah, chubby. And cute and pretty. It’s not like those things can’t all be the same thing.” He reaches over for the picture; one little tug brings it down off the way, and he holds it beside your face. “Yeah, you’re still the same. Chubby, pretty, and cute.”

You whine and push at his arm. “Doyoung!”

“What? You are! And I like you just the way you are.” Doyoung tries so hard to defend himself. “Don’t you like me just the way I am?”

“First of all it’s been years, Doyoung. I’m not going to judge you just based off of visuals.” You sit down on his bed to look up at him. “And you look a lot different. You’re all—“ You gesture you and down at his tall, fit figure. “Yeah.”

Doyoung sits down heavily beside you, places the photo in your lap, and points his finger at his face in the image. “I’m that same Kim Dongyoung. I don’t look different.”

You snort. “You’re taller and somehow more handsome. We aren’t discussing this. If we compare who’s changed into a better looking version of themself over these years, then it’s clearly—“

“You.” Doyoung answers before you can say anything else. “It’s you. You look the same, but you look happier too. And more confident. I don’t think you back then would have ever worn something like this with such confidence. You were always shy and worried about what other people thought of you, but now you seem so much more confident and that’s sexy.” Doyoung leans back on his hands to get a full look at you. “I’m telling you, you’ve always been pretty but now you’re confident and that just so attractive.”

You fold your arms in front of you and look over at Doyoung. “I feel like you’re just saying all this stuff.” Doyoung shakes his head. “So you genuinely mean it?”

He nods his head. “Why do you think that I kissed you back then? I had a massive crush on you. I spent so many days thinking about confessing to you, but always losing my nerve. Then that night was my chance, probably my last chance because I knew I was going to be a trainee and would lose pretty much any chance at having a social life for a while. So I went for it. And then you ran away, so I thought you didn’t like me and I made it weird.”

“No!” You laugh. “I was just surprised. How could I not like you? Back then, you were my ideal type, Doyoung.”

“Back then?” He sits up again, holding his face close to yours. “Just back then?”

You look back down at the photo in your lap. You remember feeling so happy right then, the night air rushing around you, the taste of the wine on your tongue, and the heat of Doyoung’s fingers beside your cheek. That Doyoung made your heart pound just as much as your heart is right now.

“I don’t know you as well anymore. I can’t say,” you tell him.

Doyoung stares at you in silence for a few seconds, and then abruptly he stands up and holds his hand out to you.

“I’m Kim Doyoung.” He says as you slip your hand into his to shake. “I think you’re stunning, and I’d like to take you out sometime to get to know you like we used to know each other. Will you say yes?”

You stare at him, trying to read his face to see if he’s totally serious right now. Is Kim Doyoung, your childhood friend, really asking you on a date right now?

You stand up, still holding his hand.

“Well?” Doyoung asks.

“Take your second chance. Show me you’re the same Kim Dongyoung who gave me my first kiss.” Your glad to see the glint in his eye as he accepts your challenge, his hand tightening around yours as he draws you in for a second kiss, years too late.

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Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

[teaspoon-full-of-sugar]

kissed by mist and can dew attitude

pairing: harry styles x reader (farmers market au)

warnings: awkwardness!! shy!baker!harry, mentions of the qu*rantine, drug use, harry's chest hair, giggly, sweet high sex, some dirty talk :) unprotected sex

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: harry is an idiot, and y/n is a bit of a tease

author’s note: you can read this for a little background to this au (but it’s not really necessary; i tend to over explain things anyway, so you can get a pretty good understanding just from this) literally no one asked for this, but market season is coming up again, and i missed writing about these two :( hope you enjoy! xx

masterlist

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Harry is so tired of being cooped up in this house.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves staying home.

He is normally the introvert that puts all other introverts to shame. He loves staying at home, he loves hiding away after a stressful day at work, he goes out of his way to not talk to anyone while he’s out, and he very rarely ever goes out on the weekends. He loves just being able to stay at home, relax, and not worry about anyone bothering him.

But, at a certain point, it becomes too much; now, he just wants to get out, go for a walk, go to the grocery store, talk to someone other than Y/N, just do something, anything, other than staying at home. Yes, it’s for a good reason, and he doesn’t want to be responsible for the illness spreading, but it’s also straining on his mental, physical, and financial health.

He honestly wants to go back to work.

Since this entire situation started, Harry has only had a couple of shifts at The Sweet Spot, since, apparently, cafes are “essential businesses”, but the nutrition store next door isn’t (the world definitely has their priorities straight). Honestly, it was kind of nice; he didn’t have to schmooze any customers, since he only saw the delivery drivers. There was the occasional ignorant person who would come up to the doors and pull on them, despite the very clear signs saying that they were not open to the public, only to find them locked, and Harry very happily told them to go away.

However, Marty couldn’t afford to have him take up any more shifts, which he completely understands, so he’s been stuck home for weeks.

Needless to say, both he and Y/N have been getting a little stir crazy.

They tried to keep a somewhat healthy lifestyle in the beginning, hiking the nearby trails or walking at the park, but everything started to become too crowded. They even went cycling, but Harry proved to be even more of a klutz on a bike than on his own two feet, resulting in a bump on his head and a scraped elbow, which is still healing beneath a floral printed plaster.

Y/N’s had some failed experiments, leading to several four-hour kitchen clean-ups, and she also started a “Fermentation Station”, with dozens of glass jars filled with fermenting fruits and teas, the smell of yeast strong in the air. She was so proud of herself the first time she made carbonated water from things they already had in the house (“Look, Harry, it’s so convenient”). She ended up adding more and more things to her collection. They argued about it for a couple of days before she finally settled and moved her jars to the back porch after the kitchen started smelling like alcohol.

While Y/N has her experiments, Harry stress-bakes. He can’t even count how many loaves of bread, fruit pastries, cookies, and cakes he has made. He made crepes using sourdough starter. That’s how bored he’s been. He waited five whole days for his starter to mature, just to make four crepes between himself and Y/N.

But, there’s only so many things to do before you’ve completely run out of ideas.

On this particularly boring day, it’s two in the afternoon before they finally get out of bed, no thanks to their terrible sleep schedules, and they move onto the couch, which is officially broken in after how many hours they’ve spent on it. It’s sunny outside, bright and warm, the bright light beaming through the large bay windows in the living room, making staying inside even worse.

Y/N convinces him to paint his fingernails (and not just his toenails), and he happily indulges her. It’s nice feeling pampered for once, and whenever Y/N gets into her let’s-have-a-spa-day moods, she goes all out. While his toenails, painted with a pretty green color called Can Dew Attitude and a shimmery top coat on them, dried, she put some all-natural mud mask on his face, that bubbled and seeped into his skin.

“This is great for your pores,” she says as she puts a lukewarm cloth on his mask. “Not that you have bad skin. It’s better than mine, you ass.”

He just smiles, feeling the clay crack, and leans into her touch. She’s gentle, waiting until most of it is soft and pliable before she wipes it away. As she dries his face, with a towelette that smells like lavender and honey, his freshened skin, flushed and smooth, glows in the afternoon sun, his pretty eyes magnified behind a pair of thick, black framed glasses. Y/N sits across from him, her leg tucked up underneath her with his hand steady on her knee.

“It’s not gonna, like,” he pauses, glancing warily at his nails, “poison you or anything, right?”

“What?” She laughs, putting an oil around his cuticles. He leans forward, watching her carefully. He readjusts the headband, inadvertently pushing it back a little too far, until some curls slip onto his forehead. She hits the bottle of Kissed by Mist against her palm, the pale pink polish making a nice ticking sound. She starts on his nails, but not before making a comment about how cute his little pinkie is, which makes him flustered.

“It’s not gonna poison you when I, ya know, like… when I…”

He motions with his free hand, grouping his ring and middle fingers together and curling them, and he bites on his cheek, brows furrowed, trying to see any changes in her expression. He stops and shakes his head, a frail blush creeping up to his ears.

“By the way you’re reacting, ‘m assuming it’s not a thing,” he sighs.

“No, the polish will not poison me when you finger—“

“Shh,” he hushes her, pressing his hand against her lips. She pushes him away.

“Harry, we are the only ones here,” she says, finishing his right hand.

“Ya know what that mouth does to me,” he mutters.

“Really? You get turned on when I say, ‘finger me’?”

“Ya know I do,” he pouts, grappling for her. His hands twist the thick cotton of her jumper for only a second before she’s scooting away, swatting at him.

“No, H, your nails are still wet,” she says, and he groans, sinking back into the couch cushions.

“So bored.”

“Everyone is,” she says, filing down his left thumb nail.

“Wanna get high?”

He just wants to stop this feeling of absolute boredom. It’s better since Y/N is here with him, but it’s getting to a certain point where he’s willing to do just about anything to feel, well, anything.

One night, they tried her “prison wine”, which was just cranberry cocktail and yeast that fermented for a couple of days; it tasted worse than it sounds. It did, however, get them very drunk, and they woke up the next morning with pounding headaches, upset stomach, and purple stained lips. It was honestly the worst hangover he’s ever had, and he vowed to never try it again.

Getting stoned has then become a regular thing. On those horribly boring nights where they had absolutely nothing to do, where they’ve both been on the couch for hours, not being able to find the willpower to move, and on those nights where they just wanted to feel and simply be elsewhere, they found solace in the warming daze.

She grins.

“Sure, I think we still have some gummies,” she says, moving toward their “special” drawer in the side table.

“Only a half this time, lovie,” he says as she turns back, and she rolls her eyes.

“They were a lot stronger than the other ones,” she says, ripping the poorly stuck tape from the plastic packaging.

“I know,” he smiles, popping the candy in his mouth. She sits back down beside him, her leg thrown over his lap. He moves his hand dangerously close to her inner thigh, his fingers dancing along the length of her thigh until they reach the hem of her panties, tugging at the material until it snaps back. He’s so close to feeling her warmth, if only he moves just a little further, but she yanks his hand back, puts it on her knee, and gives him a smug little smile, continuing her work.

It takes an hour, or two more coats of nail polish, for the edibles to kick in, but when they do, Harry thinks he pissed himself. Forgetting about Y/N’s leg across his lap, he mistakes her warmth as pee, and he jerks up, jolting her. She looks up at him, blinking. There’s a strip of white polish on the side of his thumb.

“You are so good at this,” he says slowly. He honestly couldn’t imagine painting such tiny details if he were sober; he doesn’t know how she’s doing it stoned. She’s swaying and blinking slowly, but she looks focused, her brows furrowed.

“You’re good at this,” she mumbles.

“What?” He laughs.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s easy if I can concentrate.” Her eyes flicker up to his, a smirk curled over her lips.

“‘M I distracting you?” He raises a brow.

“I can feel your cock,” she says.

“Please, don’t say cock while you’re touching my cock,” he says, readjusting his growing bulge. She just chuckles and moves her foot along his boxers, where his semi and the top of his thighs connect. His hips twitch.

She barely caps the nail polish before she tosses it to the side and straddles him. He cups her hips, the fact that his nails are still wet long gone from both of their minds. She holds him by the neck, tilting his head back. Before she can capture his lips, he hesitates, his hands tracing along her thighs.

“Are you sure?”

Even though they’re practically living together at this point and have had sex plenty of times, he can’t help but ask her that same question every time. He’s never been one to feel secure in himself, and to have someone who is so open and willing to trust him, it’s overwhelming and intimidating sometimes.

“Of course, H,” she says, nibbling at his bottom lip, and then, he kisses her, fully and profoundly. He could just melt into her, his senses consumed by her warmth and love. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that the sex is better than when they’re sober. It’s great all the time, but there’s something about being high, with his skin buzzing and all of his senses heightened yet dulled at the same time, that makes the experience different. It’s different because he’s not worried about what he’s doing and saying; he’s focusing on the feeling, all of the sensations and simply her.

She tries to pull his shirt over his head, but it gets caught on the chain around his neck, and she tugs a little too hard, yanking it tightly around his throat.

“Easy, Y/N,” he laughs, holding onto her wrists. “I know you’re eager to get me naked, but I think you forget that I am also precious cargo.” Her lips sink into a pout, and he’s able to get the shirt off, throwing it off to the side, his headband going with it.

“You are precious,” she says, squishing his cheeks together. She cups the back of his neck and pecks his lips, gentle and loving. “Love these little baby hairs,” she says, running her hand over his skin, teasing and tugging on his chest hairs.

“They’re not baby hairs,” he says, pouting. He teases his hands along her hips, nails digging into her fleshy skin. “I am a man.”

“Oh, I know,” she chuckles, feeling his hips jerk up, pressing his swelling bulge into her. He wraps his arms around her waist, fingers tracing along the expanse of her back, and nestles his face into her chest. She shifts further up on his lap, fingers carding through his soft hair. Being far too lazy to take it off, he sucks on her breasts through her worn tee, her nipples hardening in his teeth. She pushes his boxers down and readjusts herself over him, rubbing her clothed pussy along his pulsing cock. She tugs her panties to the side, and he moans at the sudden warmth, her arousal coating him.

“You like that?” She asks breathily, rocking her hips faster. “Like feeling me drip onto your cock?”

“What if I just—” She teases the head of his cock, just barely pushing him inside before she pulls out. He can barely make a sound, his throat tightening when

“You like it when I tease your cock? Can feel you throbbing.” Her eyes roll back at the burning feeling of him just breaking past the barrier of her tightness. “So needy for me, bubba.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he moans.

“Tell me, babe.” She holds him by the jaw, the pads of her fingers pressing perfectly into his pressure points, and he struggles for breath, making his head even lighter and obscured. He grins. “Tell me how much you love my pussy,” she says as she sinks fully onto him, her walls swallowing him easily.

“Fuck,” he moans, long and drawn out. His head falls onto the couch cushions, eyes closing to savor the feeling of her gripping him, but she pulls him back, forcing him to keep eye contact. “I love it; love you more, though,” he says.

“Say it,” she coos.

He blushes, heat spreading from his chest to the tip of his ears. He has never been vocal when it comes to sex; he always gets flustered and anxious when having a normal conversation, so he couldn’t even imagine how how awkward he would be while trying to talk dirty. It’s even more difficult because of how much she’s teasing him, slow and languid movements up and down his cock, his head just barely inside her before she comes back down, her hips grinding against his. She has this look in her hooded eyes, a lustful and greedy look, that’s telling him to give in to his instincts.

“Love y-your pussy, baby,” he moans.

“Yeah?” She starts riding him faster, her walls milking him. He groans. “Tell me how it feels, H.” She smirks, like an actual full blown, teasing smirk; she knows exactly how good she’s making him feel. She likes seeing him so flustered and babbly and incoherent.

“So fucking good, so warm and wet, perfect for me, lovie,” he says, and she grins, teeth bared. She kisses him, messily and harshly. His arms wrap tightly around her waist, stilling her hips, and a hand travels up the length of her spine, beginning at the curve of her bum, dipping momentarily beneath her large tee, before moving up to the back of her neck, pressing her lips tighter to his. He cradles her head while he moves onto the floor, but it’s not nearly as graceful as he hoped it would be. They crash to the ground.

“Oh, god,” she squeals, and her walls squeeze him painfully tight. Her nails dig into his back.

“Wha’s wrong?” He wipes the sweat from his forehead, fingers raking through his hair.

“No, no,” she stutters, hands moving onto the swell of his ass, keeping him still. “You’re so deep.”

He swears his arms are going to give out at the sound of her sweet little whisper, her voice weak and broken.

“H-how deep?”

He can’t help the break in his voice, and embarrassment floods him. He’s honestly trying his hardest to sound sexy, but he just sounds like an idiot.

“As deep as the ocean,” she mumbles, and she looks so positively fucked, out of it and dazed with hooded eyes; he honestly doesn't even think she realizes what she said because when he starts laughing, she gives him the cutest look, her brows furrowed, lips curled. “What?”

“Congrats,” he says, leaning back and onto his knees, his arms curled under her thighs, knees hooked over his arms. “You almost just made me go soft. Never done that before.”

“Shut up,” she says, grinding her hips into him. His thrusts start slow, deliberate, but the more she reacts to him, the more she bucks and grinds, the faster they become, until he can’t anymore, driving his cock in with fast, precise thrusts.

“You look so good like this,” he says, groping her breasts over her tee, nipples swollen and hard. They move with every thrust of his hips.

“Thanks, it’s the shirt,” she says breathily, a weak smile on her lips. “It covers up all my ugly parts.”

“Tha’s not what I meant,” he says, frowning. He leans over her, hands on either side of her head, and she lets out a weak moan as his cock moves deeper inside her. “Look beautiful all the time.” He genuinely looks sad as he brushes away a bead of sweat from her forehead. “You don’ have to take your shirt off when we have sex, not if you don’ want to. I take it off normally because I thought it would be more comfortable for you, and, le’s be honest, your tits are amazing, and I love seeing your curves and your—”

She suddenly pulls him in for a kiss, ceasing his ramblings. He’s cute when he gets all nervous; despite the fact he’s balls deep inside her, he’s still a worrier. It’s sweet that he’s concerned about how she’s feeling, even though he’s not fully present, with red cheeks and hooded eyes, chest heaving for breath. She raises her hips, grinding up into him, her swollen clit just barely grazing against his abdomen. She clenches around him at the sharp, sudden burst of pleasure.

She raises her feet from the floor, and he presses her knees to her chest. The sound of him fucking himself into her wet cunt fills the air, obscenities and pleasured whimpers joining. Not having the energy to kiss fully, he traces his lips along the curve of her jaw, tender and messy. His thrusts become sharper and deeper, knocking the breath from her lungs with every move of his hips.

“Oh, god, ‘m so fucking wet.” She laughs, feeling through her soaked curls to her throbbing clit. She really is; her arousal drips onto their thighs and into the carpet. Her head spins, burning pleasure building as he grinds into her and spreads her legs further apart.

“Fuckin’ hell—” He whines as she tightens around him, her fingers rubbing her little clit raw.

“‘M gonna come,” she moans, tugging at his hair. “C’mon, baby,” she coos, “want you to—” She swallows thickly, her breathing shallow. Her eyes roll back as she pinches her poor swollen clit, her thighs trembling. She meets his thrusts, eager for her impending orgasm. “Want you to come in me, wanna feel your cum in my—”

She lets out one loud moan, her body trembling and shuddering beneath him as pleasure rushes through her, leaving her limbs tingling and her mind muddled. They bask in the afterglow, their breaths in sync and deep, and he slumps onto her, wrapping his arms around her, tracing his hands over any piece of skin he can. He just wants to savor this feeling, the closeness, the warmth, the tenderness.

Her hand suddenly fishes over to the caramels that Harry made a couple days ago, which have been taunting her in a faux-crystal bowl on the coffee table for the past couple of minutes. The make-shift wax paper wrapper crinkles, and the sound makes him look up, his eyes still hooded, movements languid with exhaustion. He opens his mouth sleepily, and she rips the caramel in half. They both moan at the same time at the taste and fall into a fit of giggles. He moves to his side, his chest pressed to her back, softening cock pressed to the curve of her bum.

“Sorry,” he says, “messed up your art.” He flashes his nails, the pink paint still soft and pliable, littered with nicks and dents and imprints from the couch cushions. She hooks her fingers through his and tugs his hand down to her lips.

“Worth it.”

—

[justsomefluff]

ATEEZ Reaction to You Falling Asleep in the Car

Summary: You are riding back from dinner with your boyfriend and can’t seem to keep your eyes open. Here’s how he reacts.

A/N: So, I did a little lookin’ over the responses to my last writings and the more informal style seemed to get the best results. That’s fun for me because I get to add more of myself into my writing I feel. So, if you don’t want all of my stuff to be like that, send in a request and let me know how you want me to do a particular fic. 

Hongjoong:

Ok so Joongie

This fool doesn’t even notice when your head drops onto his shoulder

Why?

Homie is dead asleep too

But the driver gently calls to him

Like we here kiddo hand over the money

And he’s like oh alright

Joong only notices that you’re asleep when he goes to pay and

Cant?? Move?? His arm??

So he gets smushy and he's like oh nu

Doesn’t want to wake you up

Wants to be cute and carry you but he has to pay too and AGH

Stress

So eventually he has to wake you up

He just kinda wiggles in his seat until the movement wakes you up

And then you wake up embarrassed because the driver is staring at both of you like what fresh hell

When Hongjoong finally pays you can’t get out of the car fast enough

He’s whining all the way to your apartment about how he didn’t want to wake you up and boohoo

You’re like okay, Wiggles

But both of you just crash onto the couch once you’re inside and all is forgiven

Seonghwa:

(LOOK AT THE MELANIN HERE WOOOOO)

ok this man

I feel like he’s a closest romantic

so when you’re awake he’s like ew no im not soft who said that??

but he lie

if you fall asleep on him in the car he notices right away

because he was staring at you already

Creep

and he’s all googoo eyed and everything and smiling super wide

when you arrive at your destination that’s when the romantic side slips out a lil bit

he’s like ok obviously we are gonna carry them

you’re his babie

so he slides his arms around you

Hug and roll technique from FRIENDS kinda deal

tries to make a super natural transition from car to his arms

king pulls it off

you stay asleep until you’re inside and he’s like

SUCCESS

and he’s all smug and proud of himself when he’s tucking you into bed

but lil does he know

you were awake the whole time

pretend to be asleep so your mom will carry you to bed kinda vibe

Momma Hwa or boyfriend Hwa? you can decide

So either way once he’s got you all bundled in the blankets

you’re soft and sleepy but smiling because

YOU CAUGHT HIM

he’s romantic after all

Yunho:

big squishy is so in love with you stop

he’s giggling at the way your face is smushed against the window

How can you sleep like that???

so he’s taking pictures of you, that you will hate if you ever find out he took them

and when you get wherever you’re going

he’s not confident that he won't hurt the both of you if he tries to carry you without you waking up

so he just pushes his nose into your cheeks and just gives Eskimo kissies until you wake up giggling

you have to push him off of you because he just can't stop

Yunnie really can’t get enough of you I mean seriously

seeing you sleepy always makes him soft and he shall remain this way for the rest of the time you’re together

and probably a little longer after you part

so for the rest of your time together he’s all goofy smiles and starry eyes

absolutely insistent on being attached to you 100% of the time

whether its cuddles if you’re at home

or just constant hugs

like homeboy won't let you WALK

either way you love it and you can’t lie

love him please

Yeosang:

ok I know this is a fluffy reaction but here comes some crack

Yeosang is gonna be straight up annoying

he’s poking your cheeks to wake you up

does not care how cute you are he just can’t resist bothering you

he cannot express adoration like the rest of us okay

so he’s gonna torture you instead

he’s taking videos of you drooling on him and making fun of you the whole time

will not let you live it down later on

he does keep any and all videos like that private though because you’re still his baby and he doesn't want you to be too embarrassed

but he definitely wants to make you flustered

loves to tease you

so you’re dosing off in the car and Sangie is like !!!!

perfect time to strike

so thats when he starts making fun of you and not letting you sleep

but if you’re pouty enough then he might start to feel bad

to make it up to you he will pull your head back down to his shoulder and stroke your hair the rest of the car ride

gives you little kisses on the top of your head

but when you fall asleep again he just opens his phone and laughs at all the dumb videos he took of you

San:

you’re Yunho

if you get sleepy he will immediately assume it’s time for cuddles

he does not care that you are in the back of a taxi

he does not care that the driver is low-key staring at the two of you, hoping nothing nasty starts up

I digress

Sannie notices that your eyelids are drooping and your head is bobbing up and down as you fight to stay awake

Cue soft San

he gently pulls you into a hug

highboy uncomfortable since you’re in a cab, and seated

but you’re too tired and he’s too soft

so neither of you care

San’s giving you feather-light kisses all along your cheek and temple

maybe even gives you a couple neck kisses to hear you whine at him

nuzzling x10000000000000

rubbing his nose in your hair, along your jaw, around your ears, down your neck

anywhere he can reach really

makes you tingly and happy and he knows it

so you get a lil giggly

kinda sleep-drunk and then he’s love-drunk

He’s a cheeseball but he knows how to make you feel loved so who cares

Mingi: 

he’s kinda oblivious to you falling asleep

but if you fall onto him he’s SO AWKWARD

kinda wheezy, embarrassed laughter

you just made his heart swell a lil too fast is all

give him a minute to recover, okay?

once he is finally back to the land of the living

he’s gonna smile so wide

something about seeing you sleep makes him so confident in your relationship

sleeping is so vulnerable and he loves that you trust him enough to share that vulnerability with him like this

and then he’s rubbing his cheek on the top of your head

and wrapping an arm around you to keep you close and warm

so attentive to you

rubbing your arm if he thinks you feel cold

making sure you’re in a comfortable position

doesn’t want you to wake up stiff or anything

will gently move you if your neck is bent at an awkward angle

if he's sleepy too, he’ll press as close to you as he can

kinda difficult to do with seatbelts on but he’s gonna make it work believe me

and then he just passes out

and we all know how he gets when he’s tired so you end up being the one to drag him inside later on

Wooyoung: 

Wooyoungie

baby

I feel like his energy is so high that if you want to sleep in the car with him, he’s gonna have to be sleepy too

so since both of you are sleepy

you’re smushed together in the backseat, heads resting on top of each other

and I feel like he wants kisses a lot when he’s sleepy

you’re both on the verge of sleep but he’s like waittt

“it’s nap time Wooyoungie”

“kiss first”

kisses you super soft

fluffy lips I can't

he kisses you so soft and deep

way too intimate a moment for the backseat of a stranger’s car

but whatever

kisses you like 25 times

super slow, and when you finally pull away he’s whining anyway bc

“wanted more”

but sleep is calling and you just can't

he ends up falling asleep first anyway

kinda pouty, but he’s happy overall because he got his kisses

even if it was fewer kisses than he wanted

Jongho:

Jongho highkey does not know what to do when you fall asleep on him

Will definitely decide to carry you inside and not wake you up

makes that decision before you even get close to your destination

but he’s a prince so he always thinks ahead

strokes your hair a lot and smiles super soft

hums a little to himself

gives you a couple kisses here and there because he just cant help himself

honestly really struggles with the fact that you both aren't cuddled up in bed or on the couch or something 

wants cuddles so bad

but he’s kinda reserved so he’s too shy to smush himself against you with the driver right there

shy about PDA in general, but sleep is even more special to him I think

eventually finds a compromise to keep himself happy until you're home

just laces his fingers with your and kisses your knuckles

it’s bread crumbs, I know, but he’s too shy to do more

itching to get where youre going

the quicker you get there, the quicker the day is over and he can cuddle the living daylights out of you until he’s satisfied

[comebackseasonisamess]

Drunken Secrets

Mark Lee x Reader | f2l!au | fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: It’s after grad, and as Mark gets more and more drunk, the truth he’s been hiding from you starts to slip out

Warnings: Underage drinking, swearing, mentions of a fight almost happening, slight manhandling of mark, never actually dtr-ed, suggested pregnancy mention, sex mention, terrible sentence structure, it’s funny how i can’t seem to spell acquaintance, use of italics for emphasis, cliche? Cliche, just two idiots, just two stupids, what a terrible title, i can’t write kiss or confession scenes. Also I can’t make banners for shit. Thanks for reading.

“Heads!”

You duck out of the way as a volleyball narrowly misses you.

Lucas jumps out of the water and goes and gets the ball, throwing it back in the pool before settling down next to you. “You enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah.” You shake your beer can at him. “Are you hoping no one pukes in the pool? Or falls in while drunk?”

Lucas laughs. “You think Mark’s gonna fall in? He’s already halfway drunk.”

Both of you look at Mark, who’s sitting in the hot tub, nursing the spiked punch and laughing loudly.

“Yeah… I’m trying not to drink too much to stop him from doing anything stupid.” You think back to the last time Mark got drunk and broke down and told you how much he appreciated your friendship in between his sobs.

“You’re a good friend,” Lucas says. Then waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or maybe more, if you know what I mean. If I was with Mark, I’d leave him and let him get drunk off his ass, then film all his shenanigans.” He smiles at you.

You brush off the insinuation. “Oh believe me, I wish I could. But Mark would probably break off our friendship if I did,” you laugh.

“Hey Lucas!” Hendery calls from the pool. “Come join the game!”

Lucas turns to you. “Talk to you later?”

You smile at him, and watch as he swims to rejoin the game. Reaching the bottom of the can, you stand up and head towards the booze table.

As you approach, Mark notices you and his face lights up. He stands up in the hot tub. “Heyyyyyyyyy,” he slurs, already very tipsy. He throws a wet arm around you and presses his face into your neck, forcing you to bend down with him. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, Markles. What number drink is this?”

He looks down confusedly at his fingers, counting them off. “First I had a couple shots, then a can of Palm Bay, and this is my second cup of the punch.”

Yeri looks at you. “He’s missing some of them too, he finished off Hendery’s can of beer and my cup of punch.”

Mark looks back up at you excitedly. “But I’m not drunk! Chan drank more than me!”

“Yeah, and he’s reached conspiracy theory levels of drunkenness.” You all look at Chan, who’s sitting across from you yelling at Changbin, who’s holding out a cup (of water, you assume), about how “water is poisonous” and “forcing him to drink it is killing him.”

Mark blinks. “He’s kinda making sense….”

You and Yeri exchange a look. “He’s definitely wasted,” she says, and you laugh.

“Hey! You bitch!” Someone erupts from the side, barreling towards Xiao Jun. “You backing away from a fight?” The person keeps advancing on Xiao Jun, who turns his back on the aggressor.

“Whoa whoa whoa guys!” Lucas says, coming between the two of them and facing the instigator. You hurriedly stand in front of Xiao Jun, pushing him away.

“No fighting or else I’m kicking you out.” Lucas is serious for once. He may be an easygoing guy most of the time, but he hates fights and has kicked out others before for smaller offenses.

The guy gets more and more worked up before stalking away and throwing a “fuck you” over his shoulder for good measure.

Xiao Jun watches him go. “I didn’t even do anything to him…..”

“He’s drunk. And angry. And looking to pick on someone,” you explain. You rub a hand against his shoulders comfortingly as he wallows.

If you had glanced over at the hot tub, you would’ve seen Mark looking intensely at the two of you.

You get up out of the hot tub. Mark’s eyes follow you.

“Where ya goin’?” he asks, holding your hand.

“To go get some water for everyone,” you say.

“Ok hurry back, I already miss you,” he drawls.

You dip into the kitchen for water, filling up multiple red solo cups with water before passing them around to the people gathered there.

When you get back to the hot tub and slip in, and hand off the last cups to the occupants, Mark throws an arm behind you and pulls you towards him. He takes a loud sip from his cup, then says: “Wow, I love you.”

You feel yourself heat up in embarassment. Mark gets especially affectionate when he’s drunk, getting more and more touchy and verbally loving as the liquor hits his bloodstream.

Since you first met Mark in freshman year, you’ve always been fascinated by him. Your lockermate and Bio seatmate had been so shy and awkward back then, but as the years progressed he grew into his body and his personality. Suddenly, you couldn’t walk down the hallways without people turning and looking at him. Whispers were always going around about how goodlooking he was, how he must be good in bed.

Needless to say, sometime during sophmore year you realized that what you felt for Mark wasn’t just platonic affection, but the beginning of love, of the “fuck i’m in love with my best friend” kind. And Mark’s drunken habit of being affectionate really wasn’t helping you get rid of your feelings and move on.

As the party winds down, people start heading to the tents in the backyard, and others get rides back with designated drivers or parents.

Mark hangs off of you as he stumbles into Lucas’ bedroom. He had been kind enough to let some of the drunker friends stay there instead of the couches in the living room, where it would be too close to the party and too far from the bathroom.

Mark falls face first into the bed once you reach it, crawling up to the pillow and squishing his face into it. He looks at you from it, motioning towards the empty spot next to him. “Come sleep with me!” he exclaims.

You smile, feeling your heart warm at this version of Mark. He’s always so cute when he gets drunk, all giggly and childish. “I can’t Markles, I gotta help Lucas with the rest of the drunks.”

“But I don’t want you to go,” Mark whines, reaching out with a hand to grab onto you. “I want you to stay here with me!” His eyes light up when he says the last words, and your heart skips a beat. Mark will be the death of you, this you know for a fact.

“Mark Lee,” you chide him, releasing your wrist from his hold. “You need to go to bed alone.”

He pouts, turns over, and mumbles something.

“What, you big baby?”

“Wanna kiss you,” he says louder. Rolling over, he looks at you with his big eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

You freeze. Mark Lee, your best friend since freshman year, your soulmate, the object of your affections for two years now, wants to kiss you? But he’s drunk. And probably not aware of what he’s saying. “Mark, baby, ask me again when you’re sober.”

“Okay!” Mark shuts his eyes and makes shooing motions for you to leave. “I’ll wake up sober in the morning and I can ask you again.”

You smooth down his hair and switch off the light as you walk out.

When Mark wakes up the next morning, it’s to a glass of water and an aspirin. He knows automatically that you left it for him, and then suddenly he remembers what he said to you last night. “Fuck, why am I so dumb…” he says to himself, before rubbing a hand over his face.

Admitting your long harboured desire to kiss your best friend in a drunken haze was really not Mark’s plan. In fact, he had been hoping to squash his feelings for you, and maybe when you were in university together you would find a nice person who really complimented you and made you laugh and you would marry that person, and your friendship would be one that was thought of with nostalgia as you told new friends or children or even grandchildren.

But Mark knows that you hadn’t drank enough to not have remembered what he told you. And he has a strange feeling your friendship wasn’t going to last. He just hopes you are still willing to be acquaintance until he could get rid of his pesky feelings.

Mark finally comes downstairs, looking disheveled with his hair sticking up, and you don’t notice at first as you’re busy flipping pancakes while Lucas is serving coffee and tea. Lucas was one of those people who just didn’t get hungover, and bounced back from an evening’s worth of drinking with a smile and his loud voice.

As you finish the pancake you’re currently making, you pass the spatula off to Xiao Jun. “Junnie can you finish for me? I need to talk to Mark,” you say lowly.

He nods, having been filled in on the potential confession from your best friend just this morning, as he had been the only other person up when you were.

You head over to Mark, tugging gently on his t-shirt to pull him into the entrance hallway, a couple closed doors away from everyone else.

Mark straightens his t-shirt and runs a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you. He’s probably having difficulties seeing straight, you had taken out his contacts before putting him to bed and his vision is reduced to blurry blobs without his glasses.

“So…” you drawl out. “I think we need to talk.”

Mark looks embarassed. “I’m sorry,” he says.

You lean back, expectantly. Is he going to tell you that it was a mistake? That he meant it for someone else?

“I shouldn’t’ve done that to you,” he continues. “Put you in that position, I mean. It’s not fair for me to confess to you when I know you don’t feel the same way about me, when I know you’re just good friends with me and that you don’t see me the way I see you.”

“Mark-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“And before you start saying ‘Mark why didn’t you tell me before,’ or suggest that we could try out a relationship, know that I don’t want pity from you. If you don’t want to see me for a while until I’m over you, that’s ok. I respect that.”

You purse your lips, feeling elated, but also very annoyed. “Mark Lee-”

“And I know you don’t tell me everything, and if you already have a significant other and I’m making this awkward I’m so sorry, I just want you to know that I’ve liked you for a while now, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’m just gonna rejoin the others, drive you home and then I won’t speak to you unless you want me to, ok?”

He turns around, hand on the doorknob, and you whirl him around and place your hands on his stupid face firmly, stopping him from saying anything more or leaving. “Mark fucking Lee, how dare you explain my emotions to me? Have you ever even paused to think that maybe I like you too? Maybe I’d also like to kiss you? Did you even remember what I said last night? That you could ask me again this morning?”

Mark’s eyes widen, clearly just remembering that. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“And for the record, Mark Lee, I don’t want you to pretend like nothing happened. Or try and kill your crush on me or something in the same, stupid, vein. I want you to ask me if you can kiss me again, and then I’ll say yes, and then we’ll kiss, and then we’ll walk out of here hand in hand and in a fucking relationship. Because your feelings are fucking mutual Mark Lee. And I’ve been in love with you since sophm-” Your words stop as Mark, having regained some of his mobility as your hands had lessened their pressure against his cheeks, leans in for a kiss. He places his hands around your waist, and gently presses his mouth against yours. He’s surprisingly smooth for such an awkward guy.

You lose track of time as you and Mark exchange kisses that have been in the making for a while. With each one, you can feel his love seep through, thousands of unsaid thoughts being communicated for once.

As you pull away from each other, Mark looks at you. “So you’re in love with me?” he teases.

“And what about it?” you glare at him. “Is it a crime to be in love with you? Are you embarassed?”

“No,” he whispers as he starts leaning in again. “I just can’t believe you said ‘I love you’ first.”

You push away from him. “Wait.... Does this mean you love me too?”

Mark shyly nods. “I love you too.” He leans in once more, but you solidly push him back.

“Wait a second! While I’d love to keep kissing you Markles, the others are probably wondering what we’re doing.... And knowing Lucas he probably thinks we’re fucking in his closet somewhere.”

Mark instantly reddens, suddenly remembering all the times Lucas said the two of you had major sexual tension. He turns around and quickly flings open the door, latching onto your fingers with his own. “Well at least we know he’s pretty close to being right,” he says as he pulls you through the doorway.

You stare at him, incredulous. “Mark! Were you expecting to fuck me in the entrance way? Of Lucas’ house? Where everyone’s gonna walk out of?”

Mark gets even more red than he already is. “No!” he says, but his voice cracks and he enters the kitchen, you right behind him.

Lucas turns away from his conversation with Xiao Jun, then yells: “Please tell me that you’re together! And that you didn’t fuck in my closet!”

“No!” Mark screeches, his voice breaking again. “Dude, who do you think I am?”

You giggle. “Yes Lucas, me and Mark are together now,” you say.

“Finally!” Lucas shouts, then pours some coffee into two mugs and takes out leftover booze. “This calls for a celebration!”

You and Mark glance at each other, then look at Xiao Jun, who understands what you want him to do and wrestles the booze away from Lucas.

A disgruntled noise comes from a blob on the couch. Yangyang looks through the slit in his hoodie. “Eyyyyyy guyssssss… Shut up a bit please? My head hurts and I wanna puke,” he groans.

“That’s what you get for getting drunk for the first time!” Lucas roars, then proceeds to make fun of Yangyang, who’s pleas for help go unnoticed.

You reach for your cup of coffee, then squeeze Mark’s fingers. “Wanna sit down outside? It’s nice and sunny.”

He blinks a couple of times at you, confused, then grabs his cup and follows you out the door.

If Lucas had stopped teasing Yangyang for a moment and looked out the window, he would’ve seen you and Mark, sitting side by side with your legs in the pool, holding tightly onto one another as you laugh. And while Lucas isn’t looking (which is honestly a blessing, he probably would’ve cannonballed right in between the two of you and ruined the mood), Xiao Jun is, and he’s quite relieved that the two idiots finally got their shit together and confessed.

Bonus: Three years in the future, in their shared apartment together

“Are you ok?” Mark says as you wriggle around on your shared bed.

“Just… Babies are so cute and I want one,” you say, looking up from your phone.

Mark looks you dead in the eye. “I- I could give one to you.”

You perk up. “Really?”

Mark blushes hard and looks away. “I’m joking…”

“Mark, sweetheart I know that. Your game’s not that good.”

Copyright @comebackseasonisamess​ 2020

[yoongiloveshobi]

sope college au - pt.ii

Continuing on:

Yoongi has the biggest crush on this literature class boy with quirky colorful outfits. Jung Hoseok, who asks Yoongi to team up on a project  with him and Jimin and meet them later on the library.

The complete silence and peacefulness of the library broke for a moment when a giggly Jung Hoseok walked in, his arm around the shoulder of the blonde boy who was usually always by his side, Jimin. As always, the entrance of the beautiful tall man lighted up a smile on Yoongi’s face without him even noticing. 

Yoongi had already been there for a while because he was afraid to show up late and cause a bad impression on Hoseok, or “Hobi?” as he suggested Yoongi to call him. Surrounded by a couple thick books about literature and messy notes, the table was quickly joined by the other two boys.

“Let us something to work on...“ Jimin said, impressed by how much work Yoongi had already done. The truth is, Yoongi just wanted to look like he cared more about the project than specifically one of his teammates, which wasn’t true.

They spent a few minutes trying to catch up with whatever Yoongi had already written for their project. Which ended up being just a draft because none of them really understood whatever the author of the book he was analyzing was implying in his novels.

“Novels are just, stories people make to escape their own you know?“ Hoseok said, suddenly deep in thought.

“Yeah, like... daydreaming“ Yoongi thought without realizing he said it out loud.

“Precisely!” Hoseok excitedly answered with the biggest smile, surprised that someone understood precisely what he was talking about. Continuing on talking about how he sometimes just zones out of classes imagining his ideal life and how he wished he could make the world a peaceful and happy environment.

Being so used to listening to Hobi talk without a pause, Jimin just scrolled down his phone bored, waiting for this ramble to finish. On the contrary, Yoongi could only listen to all of Hoseok’s rambles with shimmering bright eyes, if a fire alarm had gone off, he wouldn’t have noticed it because of how soothing Hoseok’s voice was, not to even talk about his subtle giggles for himself, which made Yoongi realize how shy Hobi could get, he wasn’t that all confident popular man Yoongi thought he was, he was just a regular very nice and charming person. Which made Yoongi crush even more for him, made him think about all the things Hoseok could probably ramble about in one day and not even bother him. Sadly, that thought was cut off by his own thinking, remembering Jimin and him are already living together, and without even noticing, his face suddenly turned from a smile and shiny eyes to look away hopelessly and with a straight serious semble. As soon as Hoseok realized it, he went quiet, thinking maybe he made Yoongi uncomfortable because they actually were supposed to be doing work right now.

“I gotta pee, i’ll go get another book if it’s helpful on my way back“ said Hoseok while standing up and stretching a bit.

“Please forgive him, he doesn’t know how to shut up“ said Jimin as soon as Hobi walked a little away from their table. Eyes still locked on his phone.

“It’s okay...“ replied Yoongi, a bit confused by how suddenly Jimin sounded annoyed at Hoseok.

“No, cause he will just talk nonstop until, we, get the work done and he just ends up not doing much“ continued Jimin even more annoyed, putting his phone down  “he has done this since high school, that’s why he ended up without a freaking girlfriend“ finished Jimin, not realizing that now he was rambling about Hoseok.

“Oh?.. Uhm, sorry I don’t understand what that has to do with this?“ asked Yoongi, trying not to be too obvious on needing to know more about this girlfriend topic.

So before Hobi came back, Jimin hurried to explain how they are friends since high school, they always worked together and he always asked Jimin to team up with whoever Hobi had a crush on at the moment, because he was just too shy to ask anybody out on a real date. He finished saying how he thought that now that they are older and college roommates, he would’ve thought Hobi had finally gained enough courage to engage his crushes by himself.

“Instead of using me! His roommate and basically blood brother, to work on a stupid literature project with the dude he has crushed since last semester“ rambled Jimin laughing hysterically and making Yoongi laugh along, that was until Hobi came back and asked what were they laughing about.

At this point, Yoongi couldn’t even look at him to his face. He was flustered and shy by the news Jimin just poured on him. Blushed bright pink cheeks rising, trying to content his smile. Not only was Yoongi completely wrong about the fact that Jimin and Hobi were living together “romantically”, but he was also receiving the news about how his crush was interested also in men just like himself, and not only men, but the man that he is today, Min Yoongi. Never felt more proud and confident about himself until this day. He felt so lucky. Most people wouldn’t have their college crush to be anything more than that, most people with a crush wouldn’t even be able to get to talk to them, much less be their mutual crush?!? Impossible. Yoongi was flooded with all of these thoughts in his head while Hobi kept standing in front of the pair of boys just giggling stupidly.

“Well, I can also get to relief my rambles with Yoongi okay? Weren’t you gonna look for another book?“ replied Jimin at Hobi, who couldn’t help but laugh at his friend, always so dramatic. While Yoongi tried to act normal, not even cool, just normal, as if he wasn’t ridicoulooselly excited on the inside.

After a couple hours of working, Yoongi managed to look at Hoseok up to his face, his heart beating faster by the second, his hands shaking nervously and eyes stunned at how beautiful someone’s side profile could be. He tried to calm his own nerves thinking that maybe Jimin was just messing around, he didn’t exactly know the guy, so maybe this was just his kind of humour or whatever. 

A few yawns escaped his mouth before Jimin waved goodbye to both of them, saying he would continue on his part from his apartment and thanked them for their hardwork. Winking an eye at Yoongi from behind Hoseok’s back, bringing Yoongi back to his nerves and shakiness.

“Yoongi, you’re so quiet... I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with my ramble earlier, you could’ve just told me to shut up hahah“ started Hoseok, trying to make a conversation and avoid to make things awkward now that it’s just both of them.

“You can’t just tell people to shut up Hoseok“ replied Yoongi, colder than he would’ve wanted, but he was just trying to be honest.

“How the hell not? Some people need to be told to shut up you can always just ask politely, it would be fine, at least for me, it’s fine... I don’t bite okay?“ He made direct contact with that last phrase, his grin wide and his eyes focused on Yoongi’s, just trying to see how he would react. 

Well, that was a little suggestive. Yoongi, obviously flustered, turned back to the book to break the eye contact, wondering if Hoseok had done that on purpose. He decided on his head that it wasn’t on purpose, it just happens to be that Hoseok is so nice and friendly he doesn’t even realize how actually good looking he is, and how his words and expressions could squeeze Yoongi’s heart with pure love.

Now Hoseok felt like he went a little too far with that comment, so he decided to stop the trying to approach for now, at least while he thinks he’s made his crush even more awkward about him. The reality is, they both are just as shy as the other, but none of them will give up on this opportunity of being able to talk. That’s why they continue on working on the project for almost 8 p.m, just an hour before the library closes. Making the smallest of talk about certain points in the novels they’re analyzing for the project.

“Hey, what do the initials SUGA stand for?“ asked Hoseok on a last attempt to get to know Yoongi better, pointing at his beads bracelet.

Yoongi laughed, a little embarrased to answer, though it’s actually something he enjoys to talk about. Hoseok felt a little relief when he saw Yoongi’s gummy smile, he could notice how he was kind of excited to tell him and he was even more excited to listen to him.

“It’s my basketball position, shooting guard. I just, think it’s a cool way to abbreviate it, I guess, and my team just decided to call me that way“ He said proudly and now being able to hold eye contact a bit longer. “I’m at the college’s home team. From the couple teams I’ve been in, this one’s pretty good, everyone practices very hard and we’re actually a couple weeks before the semifinals” continued Yoongi, gaining confidence by talking about something he genuinely enjoys. Hoseok couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Hyung, I didn’t know you played basketball, I always listen to the gym full of cheers when there’s a game but I’ve never actually seen one“ replied Hobi, eager to see if Yoongi tried to make a move and invite him.

“They’re very fun to watch! Even if I don’t play, basketball is such an exciting sport to watch, you should definetely come sometime!“ said Yoongi not properly making it an invitation, but more like a suggestion. Hoping that would’ve been enough for Hoseok to accept.

“Woah SUGA! That’s very sweet of you“ replied Hobi loudly with a giggle, definitely taking it as an invitation, just a step before turning it into a proper date. He put his hand on Yoongi’s arm and lightly hugged his muscle with his skinny hands, causing him goosebumps and his heart back at an unbelievable fast pace. “Maybe that’s why they named you Suga, you’re just that sweet hyung“ he added with the warmest look on his face, heart shaped smile and sparkly eyes. Risking it all for a chance to get asked on a date or be completely turned away in a second.

The way Yoongi saw it, there was no way Hoseok didn’t do this one on purpose. Even if Jimin had been joking (which he wasn’t), everything inside him told him he couldn’t let go of this chance. For the most beautiful boy he has ever seen  laying eyes on him already felt like a blessing, not to mention his soft grip on Yoongi’s arm and the cutest way he has seen someone flirt.

“Well, you could come sometime.. like, sometime there are other teams playing at our gym, I could call you and we could go.. together?“ asked Yoongi, eyes down and shy. Hoping he did imply it was on a date. Took all the courage of him to look up to Hoseok’s eyes and hold his arm back softly just as Hoseok was holding him. “Hoseok, you are actually much sweeter“ said Yoongi with a smile, proud that he could manage to actually say what he was thinking.

The younger one couldn’t manage to hold his shyness and blushed his whole face red, laughed nervously loud and covered his face with his hands. “Yoooongi!!! I told you, you could just tell me Hobi okay? And yes I would love to go to a basketball game with you” he replied, heart melting just at the idea of their first ever date.

“Okay, I’ll call you Hobi, you can just call me Yoongi or Suga if you like it that much“ Yoongi answered now much calmer and all smiley. “But we still gotta finish this project even if you already completed your goal of asking me out, okay?“ he asked now just completely making fun out of the younger one, exposing his plan and making him crack up the loudest and most precious laughter.

“Suga, Suga, Suga, Suga... Min Suga, who would’ve thought we would be up to such a great team huh? And yes I will call you Suga, it’s too cute“ stated Hobi, now happily working cooperatively with his ultimate crush.

[captainofthebrokentides]

Briefcases and Blood Splatter Chapter 2: Guilty Pleasures and Pool Benny Colon x OC

Thank you everyone who read the first chapter and enjoyed it! it’s always a boost when someone appreciates your work. It makes you work faster to get the next part out!! I hope you all enjoy this one!! let me know! :)   2453 words

The hours had ticked by without Olivia even noticing. The sun was beginning to dip behind the New York skyline, and TAC’s muted windows allowed the little lab to be flooded with a warm orange light. Beeps and whirs came from the temporary machinery, but she paid them no heed, bobbing her head rhythmically along to the music coming through her headphones.

She tapped her pen against the table, her dark eyes searching through the data that her earlier blood and hair analysis tests had provided, hoping to find any new information that had not been in the ‘welcome’ pack she had been given by Marissa.

“Blood-Alcohol level is high. 0.10. High, but not life threatening. Impaired, but not belligerent.” She thought to herself, chewing the cap of her pen, a habit she hadn’t been able to shake since university. “I need to get a test sample of the semen from Alyssa’s body and from the kid. Look and see if there’s blood content mixed in it, or any hallucinogen or toxin.”

She was so involved in the paperwork and her thoughts she hadn’t realised she had company, until he was standing beside her. That delicious smell of sandalwood, leather and citrus engulfed her nose, and she inhaled it happily, closing her eyes for a brief second to savour it.

Benny gently touched her shoulder to get her attention. She looked up at him, and saw his lips moving, but her music drowned out his words. She quickly removed her headphones and smiled up at him apologetically.

“Hey Benny, sorry, I was involved in …”

“The Lion King?” he cut her off with a smirk before she could finish her sentence.

The expression on his face made her mouth dry. Olivia had never been one to get all giggly and shy around men. Even the ones she found attractive. That was her friend Dawn, she normally stayed cool and collected, but there was something about Benny that had struck a cord from the moment the pair of them had made eye contact. It had been completely solidified when Cable and Danny had dropped in to introduce themselves and encouraged her to join them in peeking down into mock court. He oozed confidence while he paced back and forth in front of the jury. He was confident, but not arrogant. His voice full of heat, passion and strength. Olivia was sure she’d never seen someone put so much heart and soul into something that was essentially just an act. He had looked up towards the end of his closing argument and caught her eye. Without missing a beat he’d shot her a dashing smile and a subtle wink.

And in that moment Olivia knew she’d have to keep her wits about her around the lawyer, or she’d become one of those giggly girls she never thought she’d be.

“Sorry?” she said, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Your headphones, I distinctly heard the opening beats to ‘I just can’t wait to be king’”

Olivia fought the blush that threatened to spider it’s way up her cheeks. She let out a slightly strained laugh instead. “You caught me.” She joked good naturedly “Everywhere I look in my job there’s doom and gloom. Its nice to listen to something light hearted, you know.” She wasn’t sure why she was explaining herself to him, the words just bubbled out of her throat. “So much death, and it’s always blood readings this, urinalysis that, I’m normally up to my elbows is some form of body fluid – and at home, if I’m in the morgue the people I’m working on don’t mind because you know, they’re dead …”

Benny said nothing, but listened to her talk with big smile on his face, showcasing his perfectly straight pearly whites and showing off his boyish dimples. His eyes were alight with amusement, but with no malice.

“I should really shut up, shouldn’t I? Because now I’m babbling at you, and you obviously came in here to ask me something, before I started waffling at you about the merits of Disney soundtracks.” She sighed and bit her lip. She put her pen down and flattened her hands out on the table to mentally and physically ground herself.  “I’ll try again. What can I do for you, Benny?”

The lawyer shook his head and laughed. It was a deep, smooth sound that Olivia had instantly come to adore, and she hadn’t spent that long in his company so far. ‘this man is going to be the death of me … but I think I could live with it.’ He gently placed a reassuring hand on top of hers, his fingers curling under her palms and giving the appendage a gentle squeeze.

“If I didn’t already like Disney, you’d have made me a convert.” His deep velvety tones were laced with humour.

“You’re a Disney fan?” the words and their surprised tone had slipped from Olivia’s mouth before she realised they had left her brain.

Benny snorted, “Of course.”

“You’re a dark horse aren’t you? Is the brooding, serious lawyer mask hiding more guilty pleasures?” and now she was flirting. Olivia could barely believe herself. But Benny didn’t seem to have a problem with it, although an intensity took over his dark eyes as he regarded her.

“There’s so much more to me than that, Miss Byrne. I’ll be happy to show you sometime.”

She was sure her ears weren’t deceiving her … was he … flirting back?

She bit her lip again and felt the blush course up her cheeks, unhindered this time. She swore he shifted his weight towards her, closing the gap between them a little more.

The temporary lab door swung open and Marissa wandered in, her head buried in a manilla TAC folder, as usual. Olivia was beginning to realise that was Marissa’s default during the planning stages of a case. Benny almost jumped, as if coming to his senses, and shuffled back to put a bit more space between them. Liv lamented the loss of his warmth by her side.

“Any luck with the blood and hair Liv?” Marissa asked looking up from her folder with a warm smile. She looked at Benny a little shocked. “Oh Benny …”

“I came to ask Olivia here if she’d like to join us at the bar for drinks tonight. Sort of a welcome thing.” He explained deftly. Olivia noted he’d left out any mention of Disney, or what they were really discussing when Marissa had interrupted.

Marissa nodded emphatically, “You should, it’ll be good to get to know you, and you us, a little better.”

Olivia chewed on her bottom lip. It had been a long day, and she’d not yet managed to return to her hotel and unpack her things, but she supposed one drink wouldn’t hurt. She did want to get to know them all, after all. “I really shouldn’t, as I’ve not even unpacked yet. But I want to keep that jet lag at bay. Gotta get myself properly in your time zone. I’ll come for one.”

Marissa grinned happily, and Benny nodded at her, still regarding her with that hot, intense gaze.

“One it is! There will be plenty more times. We’re only just getting started.” The blonde said. “But back to why I’m here. Any luck with the blood and hair?”

Olivia opened her own file and pointed to her results with her pen as she spoke, both Benny and Marissa looking over her shoulders.

“Not much more than you already had. I’ve got the tox and alcohol levels all rated and labelled for you. Is there any way I can get access to the body? I know an autopsy has already been performed, but I’d like to see a few things for myself.”

Marissa nodded, making some notes in her own file. “I will do my best, is there anything else I can do for you?”

Olivia busied herself closing up her notes and packing up her desk. “Yes, I need some semen.”

Benny made an audible choking noise. She glanced at him out the corner of her eye. It was her turn to smirk.

“Semen?” Marissa repeated, checking she was clear.

“Yep, a sample from the girl’s body and a living sample from Brandon so I can compare counts and check for abnormalities … ooh and if you can, a sample of what was on Brandon’s clothing for the night in question. In my experience, teenage boys aren’t exactly brilliantly skilled with their target practice, so it shouldn’t be too hard.”

She could see Benny’s shoulders moving as he chuckled under his breath.

“ok … I’m not sure how I’ll broach that subject, but I’ll do what I can. This could get awkward.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve got the easy bit this end.” Olivia shrugged apologetically.

“No problem, I’ll get this logged. See you at the bar.”

Benny gave Marissa a minute to exit before he turned to her with a devilish grin. “In your experience, huh?”

She laughed and lightly slapped his arm. She was very pleased to feel the hard sinew of bulging muscle beneath the finely tailored cloth he wore.

“Get your head out the gutter, I’m probably old enough to be his mum.”

“Probably more like a disapproving aunt.” He held his arm out to her like a gentleman when she threw her handbag over her shoulder. “Shall we?”

She willingly accepted his crooked elbow, and let him lead her from the room. “I used to work in a all boys boarding school while I was putting myself through uni. Trust me, there are a few things I wish I could unsee.”

 ***

“… And a passionfruit daquiri for our newest member of the family. We’re glad you’re here.” Chunk placed the glass of frosted cocktail down in front of her.

Olivia found herself seated around a large round table, sandwiched between Chunk and Cable, with Marissa and Danny opposite them. They were all laughing, joking and learning things about each other, but she always found her eyes straying to the pool table nearby, where Benny and Bull were in the middle of a heated game.

Benny was currently leaning against the bar, with his pool cue tucked safely behind one leg. He had discarded his suit jacket, waistcoat and tie. The collar of his light blue shirt open by a few buttons and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The fabric did a wonderful job of showing off his muscles. He was laughing and baiting Bull, nursing what was left of his scotch. Occasionally his eyes would flicker up and meet hers, and he would smile, a soft smile.

“So where did you say you trained in medicine?” Danny asked jovially, catching Olivia’s attention.

“Oh, Southampton, it’s not a big city or a prestigious university, but it was homely.”

“Southampton …” Chunk tapped his fingers on the table in thought, “Where the Titanic sailed from?”

Olivia nodded, taking a mouthful of her drink and sighing, it was just what she needed, “That’s the place.”

“I’ve only ever seen London, I’d like to go back and travel around, see Cornwall and places like that, I hear they’re beautiful.” Marissa said dreamily.

“Cornwall is gorgeous, have you ever had a proper British cream tea?”

“Shhhh, don’t mention food, Benny has the hearing of a bat when it comes to food.” Danny laughed. Olivia too giggled and watched the subject of their conversation through her eyelashes. He was leaning over the pool table, lining his cue up to take a shot. She tried not to openly ogle his ass too much, she’d barely been in their company a day, she didn’t want a reputation, but she had to admit, it was hard.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen someone eat like he does. I’m surprised he’s not fat.” Chunk held his hands up.

“And he’s like a child if he gets hungry, so if he is, I’d make a break for it Liv, save yourself!!” Cable laughed and made a dramatic hand gesture.

“I’m sure I can handle him.” She laughed too. “I’ll bring you all some if I get a chance to make some scones.”

There was a loud pop as the final ball of the pool game was potted, and Bull whooped in victory. “And that my friend is why you need to keep your head in the game.” He sounded smug, and Benny slumped onto his bar stool in defeat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How about you, new girl, play pool much?” Bull asked her, looking at her over the top of his glasses.

Liv shook her head. “Not really, a couple of times at uni, and when I was young.”

“Come play the next game with me, I promise I wont clean out your wallet unlike Benny here.”

Everyone was watching her to gauge her reaction, it was Bull’s way of testing her mettle in a friendly manner, to see if she fit in with his little ‘family’.

“I don’t play much, I might need a few pointers.” She excused herself from the group and joined the two men at the pool table, she was determined to show Bull that she could hold her own.

“I’ll help you.” Benny said smoothly, finishing his drink and letting his eyes linger on her with that burning intensity.

“Thank you, Benny.” She said sweetly, taking the cue from his outstretched hand. Their fingers brushed against each other and Liv felt her tummy jingle with butterflies.

“My pleasure.” It was almost a hungry growl, gravelly, low and almost erotic.

“And I will enjoy beating you both.” Bull said loudly destroying the moment between them.

“Take him down a peg, Liv!” cheered Chunk and Cable.

Olivia grinned and gave them a thumbs up.

“Your break” Bull said lining up the balls in their starter positions.

“Ok, so if you line up your cue here …” Benny placed one hand on the table where he was indicating and used his other to guide her to the table, his touch warm and secure on the bottom of her back.

She lined the cue up against his hand and looked down the shaft of wood. “Like this?”

“Mhmm, but a little closer, and lower … like this …” Benny encircled her body with his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, so he could see. He was warm against her back, and Olivia couldn’t help the big, goofy grin on her face at the contact.

Across the other side of the table Bull smirked, satisfied with himself as he watched the pair of them. He looked at Marissa, who shook her head with a resigned smile.

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[thenamesseven]

Plot: Now that you’re not dating your idiot ex boyfriend, the feelings you’ve kept hidden are starting to make their to the surface. Does your roomate Mark feel the same way?

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: None!

Hope you like it anon! 💙

When Mark entered the apartment, a quiet yet tired sigh escaped his lips.

It had been a pretty long day at work, in fact, it had been one of those days in which he would have preferred to stay at home, hidden in his bed with his laptop and Netflix, binge watching a bunch of shows and movies with you or by himself. Unfortunately, his boss had called pretty early to ask if he could take his sick mate’s shift and since he needed the money to pay rent Mark forced himself to accept the offer and abandon the warm comfort of the home you both shared.

His mood slightly changed when he dropped his keys on the table and his bag on the floor. Mark looked up to find you sitting down on your couch, bundled up with some blankets and a bunch of pillows. The corners of his lips were pulled up by a small smile that quickly vanished as soon as he looked closely at you, he felt like his heart was squeezed when he noticed the dark bags under your eyes and the way you were tearing up as you watched whichever sappy romance film you had chosen this time.

It had been almost two weeks since your boyfriend had broken up with you and the fact that you seemed to be struggling to get over such an idiot was starting to worry Mark. At first he had stayed away, giving you the space and time you needed to clear your head but now he couldn’t keep himself away from you, the feelings he had kept hidden were fighting to come up to the surface and even though Mark had managed to not confess yet, he had found himself hugging you too often, randomly holding your hand or turning the simple gesture of making you laugh into a task.

Finally acknowledging his presence, you turned your head away from the television to look at him. A smile instantly came up to your lips.

Saying you weren’t happy when Mark was around would be a huge lie but it was true that you felt slightly conflicted. You were barely starting to get over your ex boyfriend and that had made you realize some confusing feelings you had been keeping in the back of your heart for a really really long time, in fact, you were starting to think your relationship had been ruined partly because your ex boyfriend was an absolute idiot but also partly because you had been unconsciously paying attention to a certain somebody that lived with you.

Always referring to your feelings as a childish crush didn’t make you realize how strongly you had fallen for Mark through the years you’ve been living with him. The first sign was the way your heart stuttered whenever he flashed you one of those cute yet bright smiles, then it came the way you couldn’t control your blushing around him and finally the soft arousal that he made you feel whenever he walked around shirtless or with really tight clothes.

Now you were single but the timing was extremely wrong. You knew Mark well enough to know he wouldn’t cheat on you like your ex, that he was extremely sweet and gentle and that he would treat you incredibly well but you were scared of getting into another relationship that would end up in a disaster again, a relationship that would break both of your hearts apart from the beautiful friendship the two of you had created living together but if you were honest with yourself, you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t risk it all to be happy besides Mark.

You would definitely take the risk if it was for him.

“Hey Mork” Hearing you say that silly nickname you had came up with a few weeks ago made the male’s smile even bigger as he approached the couch to sit down besides you “I cooked some dinner for you too, I left it in the microwave”

“Oh?” He looked delighted with your actions, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to cook dinner for him too. Since your relationship ended, you had stopped doing stuff you used to like so knowing you’ve cooked meant you were somehow making progress with your feelings “You didn’t burn the kitchen, did you?” He asked teasingly, nudging you gently.

You smiled shaking your head “Of course I didn’t, I cooked the best fried chicken ever though”

“Fried chicken?” Mark’s eyes glinted excited, you knew that was one of his favorite foods and you have cooked it with the intentions of apologizing for being a moping yet crying mess around him every single day recently “Fuck (Y/N), have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Those words weren’t weird between the two of you, you both thought the other said it referring to the friendship you had but little did you know that Mark loved you in a whole different way just like you kind of loved him as more than a friend too.

“Just when I cook fried chicken” You replied smiling, leaning back against the couch as he stood up to get his dinner.

You tried to focus on the movie you had been watching before he came back but now that Mark was around, all that you wanted to do was talk with him. The sound of his voice and the sight of his smile always soothed your nerves. Mark had turned into a drug you were addicted to, one that managed to make you smile even in your worst days.

When he returned to the couch, he sat much closer to you with his thigh against yours. You were a bit surprised with the sudden contact at first, but then relaxed as soon as you noticed he only wanted you to share your blankets with him. You tried to ignore him, tried not to look too worried or nervous when he ate the first piece of fried chicken, it had been so long since last time you cooked something for him that you were kind of afraid he wouldn’t enjoy your cooking as he used to anymore. However, when he moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, you realized Mark still loved your fried chicken as much as before.

“That good, huh?” You asked chuckling, ignoring the movie once again to focus on him.

Mark opened one of his eyes to look at you, swallowing the food in his mouth before chuckling “I would eat this everyday of my life and never get tired of it”

“We can’t eat fried chicken every single day, we would get so fat” You mumbled resting your head back against the couch like he was doing, the both of you focusing on each other, completely ignoring the film

“Oh man” Mark leaned in closer, a smirk on his face “You would look so cute with chubby cheeks!” He started pinching your cheeks, laughing softly as you blushed furiously “Like reaaally cute!” He insisted, loving the way your whole face was turning red thanks to him.

“Mark” You groaned, embarrassed, trying to move away from him.

“What?” He asked, still very close to you as he watched you carefully, as if he was trying to retain every single detail of your features in his mind. “I was only saying the truth! You are pretty but you would be really pretty with chubby rosy cheeks” A soft yet shy chuckle escaped your lips, you found the way he insisted really cute and his innocent compliments kept making you feel all shy and giggly “I missed that sound, you should laugh more often (Y/N)”

The atmosphere around you changed, not for the worse but it became slightly tense for some reason. Mark and you weren’t giggling or laughing anymore but you still were watching each other intensely, paying attention to every detail, every change and every feeling that went across both of your faces. Realizing he might have said something that probably made you upset, Mark sighed softly and reached forward to hold your hand under the bunch of blankets that were covering the both of you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just seeing you so sad because of an idiot kills me” He confessed, his thumb tracing small circles on the palm of your hand “You deserve somebody that makes you smile, that makes you laugh and blush, that spoils you with compliments and affection whenever he has the chance to” Mark smiled looking into your eyes “You deserve the whole world (Y/N)”

“I’m sorry” You apologized, looking down at the blankets when you saw Mark frowning confused “The only thing I’ve been doing these past few days is crying and that must have been annoying and de-”

Mark gently pushed your chin up so your eyes would meet his once again, he shook his head, the look in his eyes being more serious and passionate than before “Don’t” He cut you off, not letting you finish your sentence “You never are and never will be annoying to me (Y/N)” Mark’s free hand came up to cup your cheek, caressing it gently “I will always be here for whatever you need me to, no matter what it is”

“I do not deserve you” You whispered, the words getting out of your lips before you could stop them

Mark smiled shaking his head  “It is me the one that doesn’t deserve somebody as beautiful and sweet as you” Before he could stop himself, Mark leaned closer resting his forehead against yours “But I want to make you happy (Y/N), I want to be the reason you smile or blush, I want to be the one you think about before going to sleep or your first thought in the mornings” He sighed, his heart pounding against his chest as he confessed “Because god knows how much I like you and how much i’m willing to fight for you”

“You already are” You admitted quietly, staring into his eyes “It has always been you but I thought...I just didn’t know-”

“Come here already”

Mark’s hand, that was now on the back part of your head, pulled you closer finally ending with the distance that was between the two of you. Your lips met and even when at first it felt like an awkward first kiss, it soon turned into something sickeningly sweet and adorable, a quiet demonstration of both of your feelings. It was one of those moments in which words weren’t needed because the kiss was proof enough of your love.

It felt right.

It felt like you belonged there with him.

[radiosteve]

Need Your Loving Tonight Ch. 7

Summary: After about a year of bassists coming in and out of the band, you and the boys may have found the perfect person to fill the position. The only issue is, you might have a teeny little crush on him. What will happen when he is formally invited to join Queen?

Note: Get ready for more John in the future! As always, the italicized part is the reader’s thoughts. The photo is one that I found on google. I do not own any rights to it. If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or an ask and I’ll add you!  

Warnings: Slight angst/anxiety

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader

Words: 3.1k+

May 21, 1970

 A cool breeze blew in through the curtains draped around the living room window as you sat on the couch across the room. The brisk May weather was a stark contrast to what you were used to in New Jersey, but you liked it. It was almost reminded you of the fall weather back home, which was one of the few things you missed. You even considered making a quick trip back home, without telling your parents of course. The plan was all set in your head. You’d fly back after the summer term ends, stay with a girl named Karen that you worked with at the surf shop and spend every day stretched out on a towel at the beach. It was such a nice fantasy, but you definitely couldn’t afford the plane ticket right now and you had far too much going on with school and the band. 

 That was one of the reasons why you were currently spending your Thursday night curled up on the sofa with your economics textbook instead of at auditions with the boys. A little voice in the back of your head was concerned about missing a session of auditions, but another part of you just brushed it off and told you that there was no way they would find a bassist tonight. Your eyes shifted back onto the page in front of you, still stuck on the same lines from before, just continuously reading them over and over. The issue wasn’t that you didn’t economics, it was more so the fact that you were much more mathematically inclined and didn’t enjoy academic reading. You read the same words on the page once more as your head wandered off. It was almost as if your brain and your eyes were no longer connected. 

 But then the phone rang and suddenly the broken link between the two fused itself back together. An unprecedented call at 10pm on a Thursday night wasn’t necessarily creepy or unsettling, it was just odd. Your hand fumbled across the side table, reaching for the phone as it bellowed out the loud noise. Sally was trying to sleep because she had a test in the morning, and you were sure that she would not enjoy having a ringing telephone pull her from her slumber. You finally managed to grip the phone and bring it up to your ear.

 “Hello,” you answered lowly, trying to be courteous to your sleeping roommate on the other side of the wall.

“Y/n, you’ll never believe it. We found a new bassist,” Brian’s voice rushed through the receiver, excitement evident in his tone.

 “That’s great Bri,” you closed the textbook in your lap and pushed it off to the side, too focused on what Brian was saying to care about economics anymore. Of course, they find a new band member at the one audition I don’t attend. 

 “His name is Mike. He’s rather good on the bass and seems like a decent chap,” you could feel Brian’s energy pulsing through the phone, only making you dread missing the audition even more. You liked to think that you were part of the band and therefore had a say in who gets in. And in a way you were part of the band. You were extremely close to all of them, you were there from the very beginning, and you helped manage all the finances for them. Granted, you didn’t actually contribute to the music aspect very much, but it still felt weird to miss out on such a big step. Adding a new member to the band meant a shift in dynamic entirely and you weren’t too sure how that would work. “Y/n? Are you still there?” the sound of Brian’s voice echoed over the line, bringing you back to the conversation.

 “Sorry, I just spaced out for a second. I’m still here,” your voice was quieter now, but you couldn’t seem to raise it. “He sounds great Brian.”

 “Yeah, he’s alright,” Brian was still clouded with that sense of joy and wonder that coincided with something like this. “Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you,” you felt your stomach drop. One big change was enough, please don’t add anymore. “During auditions, the boys and I got to talking and we’ve decided to change the name of the band. We’re going to be called Queen. Freddie came up with it and we all quite liked it,” Brian rambled on, but you barely registered the rest of the words that fell from his lips. Queen. Now that’s not bad.

 March 1, 1971

 From the night Brian called you with the news almost a year ago, you had begun to invest all of your spare time into the band. Something about the name Queen, along with the ensemble of members, just spoke to you, and you knew they would turn out to be something special. Especially with Freddie’s songwriting and vocals. They truly were one of the most unique groups you’d ever seen. There was only one issue that stood out throughout the first year of ‘Queen’. The bassist. The first bassist, Mike, was a great player and all-around good guy. But his vision for the band didn’t quite align with the others. That’s how it had been with most of the other replacement bassists too. You could tell that the boys were starting to get frustrated. It’s hard to play shows and feel like a true band when you have a new bassist every couple months.

 Oddly enough, you were more of a constant presence around the band than their own bass player at the time was. You stayed close to the boys, trying to soak up every last ounce of fun before you had to scatter off into the real world at the end of March. You were graduating in a few weeks and the job hunt was getting more serious. It was scary to think about. Every decision you make from here on out could have serious consequences that effect you for the rest of your life. Brian tried to calm you down when you brought it up to him, but he didn’t really understand. He had the band to rely on and if that didn’t work out, he could just go back to school.

 Sometimes you would think back to that night in April a few years ago and just lose yourself in the endless possibilities that could have happened if you had chosen to go to a different school. For one thing, you probably wouldn’t be living in England, that’s for sure. But you brushed it off, knowing its best not to dwell on the past, and you know that going to Imperial was one of the best decisions that you’ve ever made. How else would you have met the wonderful Brian May? And who knows what state the band would be in without you. Would they even be together? You could only hope.

 As your last term went on, your intensity to find the perfect job did too. Right now, you were mainly looking at jobs in finances and all that fun stuff. Roger would tease you from time to time about the idea of such a mundane job, but you just brushed it off. It’s something you enjoyed, so why not pursue it? 

 Ever since the night you and Roger slept together, things had been a little off between you. The two of you acted as if everything was perfectly fine, but hidden underneath there was still some undiscussed tension. Brian noticed the slightly awkward eye contact or the way you always seemed to move away from Roger when he came close, but he avoided bringing it up to you. He knew it would only unearth unwanted memories. However, in some weird way, your friendship with Roger remained unaffected, or at least improved slightly. You started to grow more comfortable with him again and even went back to smoking by the window of Brian’s flat with him, just with a little more distance. You still had some unresolved feelings for him, but you figured it was best to push them away rather than act. The two of you continued with your normal act of playfully teasing one another, and you even managed to get Freddie to join in on messing with Roger. 

 You and Freddie got even closer once he joined the band, and he even introduced you to his girlfriend Mary. The two of you always managed to make trouble backstage or at afterparties. You grew so close that Freddie hardly ever let you miss a show, rehearsal, or even audition. And that was how you got sucked into sitting in on a session of bass auditions with the boys sometime in February. You had stopped going to auditions after they found someone to replace Mike, but Freddie practically begged you to help with this one. 

 Brian picked you up before heading to the empty music hall at the college. You brought three different textbooks with you in an attempt to finish some of your readings while you were confined to the blank walls of a lecture theatre. A few people came to audition, but no one seemed to really stick out. You had primarily been focused on reading before a tall boy with wavy, long brown hair came in. It was as if you couldn’t look away from him no matter how much you tried. Unfortunately, a certain blonde drummer across the room had the same issue with you and took notice of your fixation on this new bassist. The bass player introduced himself as John Deacon and promptly shook hands with everyone. His fingers may have lingered on yours a bit, either that or you imagined it. 

 John was an excellent musician, even Roger reluctantly agreed with that. And despite his somewhat shy and giggly demeanor, John fit in quite nicely with the group. After he left, you all looked around at each other and knew you had just found the new bassist for Queen. 

 In the beginning of March, Brian had invited everyone over to his flat so that they could formally induct John into the band. You had arrived early to help Brian prepare for company. Even though it was just the boys coming over, Brian wanted to make it nice and have some homemade snacks. He recruited you to help him make fresh brownies, despite how juvenile it may have seemed. 

 “Brian,” you called out his name from the kitchen sink, where you stood washing dishes. 

 “Yes, love,” Brian popped up from behind a lounge chair where he had been dusting.

 “You did set a timer for the brownies like I asked, didn’t you?” Brian’s face turned a slight shade of red as he realized that he hadn’t. Your eyebrows raised as you saw him leap towards the oven and pull it open to see the brownies in perfect condition.

 “Oh, thank god. I thought they were going to burn,” Brian took the brownies out and set them on the stove top before returning to the living room to finish dusting. You chuckled under your breath at how worrisome Brian seemed to get over such small details before returning your attention back to the dishes. After a few minutes, Brian came up behind you and leaned down enough to rest his head on your shoulder. You giggled at the feeling of his curls brushing against your ear.

 “What are you doing?” you asked as he continued to rest his head on you. 

 “I wanted to say thank you. Not just for helping me out today, but for all of your support. I know it’s been a lot of work over the years and I really appreciate all of your help with the band. And I’m sure the boys do too. If you weren’t around to help us we’d probably be disbanded by now in all honesty.” Brian looked at you as he spoke, his head still glued to your shoulder. “It means so much to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. I’m really glad that you fell asleep next to me in that Astronomy lecture,” Brian chuckled before standing up and walking back to the living room as you groaned. 

 “I’m never going to live that down, am I?” 

 “Never in a million years,” Brian reaffirmed as the door opened to reveal John, Roger, and Freddie. “There you all are. Thought you got lost on the way over,” the three of them all sat scattered around the living room as you dried off your hands.

 “Of course not darling, we were just waiting on Rog here to come pick us up. He took his dear old time,” Freddie gave Roger a pointed glare before relaxing into the couch. 

 “Would have been here sooner but I had this girl over and I just could not get her to leave. She was quite the talker,” Roger responded with a smirk as his tongue poked out to lick his lips. You could have sworn that you saw his eyes dart to yours as he spoke but there was no way to know for sure. Instead you just rolled your eyes and watched as Brian brought over the tray of brownies. You sat down on the couch next to Freddie as John sat in the chair opposite of you.

 “Anyways, we’re all here now so we can get started,” Brian said before sitting in the space on the couch next to you. Brian cleared his throat before speaking again and your eyes trailed over, landing on John. You were enamored by him, and that fact that he was super sweet definitely helped. From the two or three times that you’ve met him now, John seemed so bashful and there was something that pulled you in and attracted you to him. He was observant and you could tell, that’s why he was so quiet. Everything about John made your heart race and your stomach fill to the brim with butterflies. It had been a long time since you had felt like that. “So, John,” Brian looked up from his hands that sat folded in his lap and scanned over everyone’s face before landing on John’s. “We’ve talked about it, and we’d all like to formally invite you to be the band’s new bassist.”

 “Really?” John squeaked out, although you couldn’t tell whether it was out of excitement or shock. “I mean that’s great; I’d love to. As long as I’m still able to do my schoolwork. I’ve still got a few years left before I can graduate and get my degree.” You let a smile take over and spread across your face as John spoke. It’s kind of cute that he still wants to prioritize school over the band. Then the smile slid off your face upon remembering how much younger John is in comparison to you. Three years really isn’t that much of a difference when you’re older, but at your age it seemed like an eternity. Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait a little bit to make a move then. If I make a move.

 Your small existential crisis was quickly interrupted by the boys who were now all standing and shaking hands. It wasn’t until after they all sat back down that Roger leaned over and grabbed a brownie from the tray. He looked you directly in the eye as he took a bite, and you turned your gaze in a different direction. You have no clue what Roger’s intentions are, but god he’s doing a great job at making you feel warm and embarrassed. 

 “I’m gonna go outside and smoke for a bit. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you stood up, grabbing your lighter and cigarettes from your bag. The boys all nodded, continuing their conversation and eating more of the brownies you and Brian made. The light breeze from outside felt nice against your heated skin as you puffed along, watching the cars pass by in front of Brian’s building. You heard the door swing open, pulling your focus away from the busy cars. Your head snapped back to the direction of the street after seeing who it was. 

 “What is it love? Not in the mood to see me?”

 “Just trying to smoke in peace, that’s all,” you brought the cigarette to your lips, trying to give yourself an excuse to ignore him and not talk. 

 “Me too,” Roger held up his own box of cigarettes and playfully shook them in front of you. He put one between his teeth, lighting it up as he moved closer to stand next to you. “How do you feel about John?” Roger’s words were muffled by the smoke as he turned to you.

 “What? What do you mean?” Does he know that I think John is cute? Is that why he’s out here? Is he mad at me because of it? 

 “What do you think of John as the band’s new bassist? He’s quite different from the rest of us. But I think he’s pretty good. Could be the missing piece to the band,” Roger shrugged as he continued to talk, and you couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed to be. You just assumed that the nerves stemmed from his worries about the band’s future, but in reality, Roger’s jitters came from standing so close to you. 

 From the first night he saw you after you two had sex, Roger felt like a huge strain was put on the relationship he had with you. You didn’t seem very comfortable being alone with him anymore, and he could definitely understand why. This was the closest he had been to you since that night. As soon as you left his flat that morning after, Roger had kicked himself for it over and over. He let his stupid fears take over and dictate his actions. It was as if he decided to listen to the doubts in his head instead of the affirmations from his heart. If someone were to ask him what his biggest regret was, he’d probably lie and say something dumb like buying something that was too expensive. But really, he knew that his biggest regret would always and forever be you. He should have never rejected your request to go on a date, because now things were different and would probably never be the same. 

 “I hope he lasts,” you spoke quietly, but your words were still loud enough for Roger to hear over the roar of engines and horns coming from the road. 

 “Yeah?” he looked into your eyes, swimming in every inch of color as you nodded at his response. “Why’s that?”

“You said it yourself, Rog. He could be the missing piece.”  

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I Didn’t Mean For This To Happen | Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N ends up drunk at a party and accidentally expose her feelings for Peter

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: Drinking

A/N: Yes, finally I finished it, only two days later than what I was supposed to. Anyways, don’t drink before your legal age, kids. 

Also, I’m writing a part 2, but have no idea when that’s finished, so if you liked this, then keep your eyes open!

Enjoy!

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I hadn’t imagined my first time getting drunk would be at a party full of people from another high school. Then again, I also hadn’t imagined that I would go to a party full of people from another high school just because I had a crush on a tall, nerdy, shy guy who went to that school, but here I was.

It had started out with a few beers. I wanted to seem cool, and I’d heard alcohol made you more confident, which was something I really needed. Because of its bad taste, I’d chugged them down, not really expecting to feel something from it.

I felt this weird warmth in my stomach, and it made everything feel a bit nicer. When someone asked me to do shots with them, I said yes, just because I was wrapped up in the excitement of the bustling party and the warm feeling from the weak alcohol I’d already consumed.

That was the first mistake. Three shots later, and I didn’t really feel any different, just… giggly. I texted my friend Emma, asked her if she wanted to come. I really wanted a familiar face in the crowd of unfamiliar ones.

Someone handed me a plastic cup filled with some red liquid. It smelled strongly of alcohol, but feeling kind of invincible after drinking so much alcohol, I forced it down my throat.

It hit me not long after that. I felt the need to pee, so I went to bathroom, and I noticed that the floor had suddenly started to sway. “Whoa,” I muttered to myself as I made my way through the crowd. I bumped into several people, but I didn’t care. So many had already bumped into me.

After I had done my business, I washed my hands, and caught the sight of myself in the mirror. My cheeks were red, and my eyes were shining, and I seemed different but still like the same old me.

Truth be told, I tried to be a bit responsible. I washed my face, which made me feel a lot better, and I did drink a cup of water. But then some girls challenged me to a shotting competition, and I couldn’t pass up that offer. My competition instinct was too strong. And I won that competition, after having four shots more.

And there was those beers, that always seemed to find its way to my hand.

I wasn’t completely sure how I’d gotten there, but now I was sitting in a couch, pressed between one girl and one boy who I was chatting happily with. That was when he walked up to me. Between all the people, and this new sensation of being drunk, I’d almost forgotten why I was there.

“Hi… P-Peter,” I stuttered.

It was difficult enough to talk to him sober, but with the alcohol making my mouth feel like the Sahara, and the intoxication making it difficult to speak, it was barely I got those words out.

“Y/N? What, what are you doing here? And… are you drunk?” he asked, taking a closer look at me.

“I-I heard there was a p-p-party, and you know me… always ready to partay,” I somehow managed to say, raising my hands a bit in a party dance motion.

Feeling frustrated by that dry feeling in my mouth, I looked around for my cup of mixed together drinks. I spilled some of it on my shirt as I brought the cup up to my lips, but I didn’t really care.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” I didn’t see him, but I saw a pale hand take my cup away.

“Noooo, but I was drinking that. My mouth is dry,”

I looked at him, and where he stood, with the red and blue flickering lights lighting him up from behind, he looked like some kind of angel.

“T-Thank you,” he blushed and couldn’t hide his smile.

“Did I say that out loud?” I wondered.

Although he wasn’t looking at me, he nodded as if he had heard me. When he looked back at me, his hands were empty.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go home,” he held his arms out to me, but it took a little while before I understood that I was supposed to grab them so that he could help me up.

“But, I haven’t done what I came here to doooo!”

He blinked and his arms slowly lowered to his sides. “What did you come here to do?”

My mind went still. “Oh, I, I don’t think I can remember. But it was about the boy I have a crush on,” I waved him closer, and knowing that I probably wouldn’t come with him before he listened, he sat down on his knees, his face very close to mine.

“You can’t tell him Peter, but I have a crush on this guy I grew up with, and he is really pretty and smart and I think you know him,” I whispered, not a hint of a smile on my face. This was serious. “And, you can’t tell anyone this,” I leaned so close to his ear that my lips brushed it, “he is Spider-Man.”

His eyes widened, his mouth formed an ‘o’, and he stumbled back from me, bumping into someone who then dropped her beer all over his head. I fell forwards, suddenly not having a Peter to support my weight on, and when I realised what was happening, Peter was up and apologising to the more than irritated girl he knocked over.

I couldn’t really remember falling over, but I also couldn’t remember how Peter had grabbed me and taken me out of the house, or how he held my hair when I puked on the side of the road, or how he lead me to his apartment because he knew my parents would be very pissed if I came home and drunkenly woke up the whole house. My memories from that night was foggy and not connected and I wasn’t really sure what actually had happened and what was a dream. The only thing I remembered clearly was me stumbling over a threshold and looking up at Peter’s startled face, for then to slur “Oop, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

-

I woke up to some whispering noises outside my bedroom. With a groan I turned around, then quickly turned back before I fell out of a much smaller bed than I was used to. I opened my eyes, and realised that this was not my room. It was my best friend from childhood, Peter’s room. And I was laying almost completely naked in his bed…

If it hadn’t been for the pounding headache and my sore muscles and my weak legs, I probably would have been out of there by the time Peter came in again. All I managed was to throw one of Peter’s sweaters over my tank top and panties, before he was back in the room, all wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were awake. I was just going to get my… well, it doesn’t really matter.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but me. I’d caught a glimpse of me in the reflection of his window, and I was not pretty sight, so I understood him.

“No, no, no, no, no! It’s okay, I’m sorry about yesterday…whatever happened then.”

He looked to me, a bit confused, before a relieved sigh left his body. “You don’t remember anything?” He asked, hopeful.

I winced at his high-pitched voice, and tried to think back. Everything after going to the bathroom the second time was a blur, although I thought maybe I could remember some bits here and there.

“Most of it least. I can remember a few glimpses, but nothing coherent. Anyways, I’m sorry about how I acted yesterday, and I’m sorry you got stuck taking care of me, and I promise you I’m not usually like this.”

He shot me a smile. “It’s okay, I’ll always take care of a friend in need. Do you want some breakfast?”

I groaned. “If that breakfast consist of some water, painkillers and me brushing my teeth, then yes.”

“Okay, it’s coming right up - oh, by the way, your phone has been blowing up with messages from your dad. I sent him a message yesterday that you stayed the night at a friend who lived closer, but I’m not sure he bought it.”

I groaned and stuffed my face into his pillow. This wasn’t something I wanted to handle now, but it seemed like I had to. He left it on the side of his bed, then walked out of the room.

It seemed like I had underestimated just how bad I really felt. When I tried to get out of the bed, I started to see stars, and the throbbing in the back of my head turned into pounding in my whole head. Not talking about the nausea, which made me afraid I would throw up before I even got to the clothes Peter had laid out for me.

Yeah, it would be fun meeting my parents like this.

After putting on some short shorts, a very tight tank top and a hoodie I stole from Peter, I had to sit down for a bit. I felt incredibly tired, like I could fall asleep right then and there, which I probably did, because the next thing I remember was Peter bursting into the room and me jumping about five feet in the air.

“Sorry,” Peter said as he helped me up from the bed, obviously trying to hide a smile by the way his lips was so tightly shut together.

“Ugh, it’s okay.”

I grabbed my head, as if that would help against the headache, and he seemed to notice because the next thing I knew a glass of water and a white little pill was placed into my hands. “Here, aunt May says this is the best for a hangover headache.”

The rest of the day was actually kind of fun. Peter and May let me stay at their place while I was getting over my hangover, and all we did was watch movies and eat salty snacks. When the sun was starting to go down, she went out to get some food, which left Peter and I alone watching Notting Hill, much to the dismay of Peter.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter suddenly asked. It was clear he wasn’t interested in the movie, as he had spent the last ten minutes playing with my hair and fingers and doing everything else but watch the screen. A couple of times I had looked up at him, and he seemed a bit stiff and there was a constant blush on his face. I just smiled at his awkwardness and let him continue.

“Yeah?” I hummed, not looking up at him. We were in the middle of the movie, I couldn’t just lose my focus now, even though feeling his fingers over me was a bit distracting.

“What did you come to the party to do yesterday?”

I froze. Suddenly the screen wasn’t as important anymore, so I looked up at his adorably confused face. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice high-pitched.

“Well, yesterday when I tried to get you out, you said you hadn’t done what you were coming there to do, and when I asked you what you were there to do, you told me about some guy you liked?”

His cheeks were red, and I had a feeling there was a portion he left out, but that memory did not exist in my head so I had no idea to know if there was something more or not.

“I-I, I don’t know. I just, well, like I apparently said yesterday, there is a guy I’m kind of crushing on,” I felt the heat spread from my chest to my neck, cheeks and forehead. “And I guess I was going there to tell him, but it was stupid and I got way too drunk and I’m pretty sure half of what I told you was ridiculously wrong anyways, so I don’t think you should think too much about it.” I was ranting now, and the pressure was starting to make my head ache again.

Peter’s face fell, and I knew I’d said something wrong, but I wasn’t sure exactly what, so I let it be.

When May came back, there was this thick aura of awkwardness between me and Peter. I was sure May noticed it, but she didn’t comment anything. She’d brought food for us to eat with her, and she offered to drive me home after eating.

May got me a plastic bag to keep my alcohol and vomit reeking clothes in, and after a weird and quick goodbye with Peter, I was sat in May’s car.

“Listen, I don’t know what happened at that party, or when I was gone, but don’t be too hard on Peter, okay? He’s trying his best, but he is under a lot of pressure because of school and because of… his Stark Industries internship.”

I grimaced and let out a sigh. “That in there,” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder, “I have no idea what happened, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t give me the whole truth,” then I whispered under my breath, “not that I did either.”

May didn’t say anything, and except for the radio and the sounds of New York traffic, the rest of the car ride was silent. It wasn’t until I walked out of the car May said something again.

“Y/N. Peter is a simple boy. He sucks at reading between the lines and he can’t interpret what you mean unless you tell it straight to him, okay? If you just lay it all out flat for him, I’m sure you both will be a lot more happy.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant by that.

-

My parents definitely was not happy with me. Thankfully they weren’t so wrapped up in their anger and worry that they didn’t see I wasn’t in any shape to take any scolding. They just sent me to bed, with the promise that we were going to talk about it that morning. As I laid in bed that night, waiting for sleep to take over my mind, I started to wonder what had actually happened last night. I felt the stress take over my body, making it slightly harder for me to breathe, but I managed to calm myself down and before long I was asleep.

Early in the morning, before she had to go to work, mom came into my room and woke me up. At first I was a bit disoriented and irritated, but after a cup of coffee and some time to wake up, I felt better and ready to talk. When she asked what had happened, I told her everything. There was no reason to hold anything back, so I gave her every detail, including the part about me liking Peter.

I was very lucky, I escaped with being grounded for a week and the promise that I wouldn’t do anything like that before it was legal for me. Mom promised me that when she came back from work that afternoon, she would drive me to Peter so that I could deliver the clothes I’d borrowed from May.

I was restless the whole day. Not only was being grounded pretty hard, but I was so stressed and couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I spent the day cleaning up my room and doing other activities that meant I had to be moving, because when I was moving and doing stuff that needed thought behind it, it was harder for me to think a lot.

When she finally came back, I was ready to go. The ride to Peter was a long one, but when we finally arrived it felt like had only been a few hours since the last time I was there.  On the elevator ride up to his apartment, I kept wiping my palms off on my jeans. I didn’t understand why I was so nervous, but I had this creeping feeling that something was gonna happen. My moms smug look, the fact that she wanted to drive me here at all, it was all suspicious.

I felt the little butterflies flutter in my stomach as I knocked on the door. I heard some tumbling inside, it sounded like something fell. I looked over to mom, who seemed as surprised as I was. When he opened the door, it was with flushed cheeks, messy hair and his chest rising and falling very fast.

“Y/N, h-hi,” he stuttered.

“Hi,” I said back, trying to contain my giggles. I had no idea what he was doing, and with my mom behind me, I almost felt like a little child going over to a friends place for the first time.

“Here’s the clothes, thank you for letting me borrow them, and… the other thing.” I blushed, looking down at my shoes, not being able to handle how embarrassingly drunk and stupid I had acted.

“N-No problem,” he said, his voice high pitched.

I mean, he was Peter, he had a natural, high-pitched voice, but now it was even more. He almost sounded like a girl. Even though I held out the white bag to him, he didn’t take it.

“Peter,” I said, trying to get him to notice the bag.

“Yeah?” He asked, apparently confused.

I held up the bag in front of his face.

“Oh!” he exclaimed and grabbed the bag, his face turning a fresh color of pink.

I laughed at his obliviousness, especially when he just stood there, not saying anything or doing anything.

“Okay, so I guess we’ll go now. Again, thanks for your help,” I slowly moved away from the door, glancing back to mom who seemed to wait for something.

Peter’s eyes widened. “No! Wait!” he almost screamed, making me jump.

He realised what he had done and composed himself, straightening his back and putting on a more serious facial expression. “I mean, I wondered if you wanted to come in? Maybe we could talk, I believe you found out something about me that I’ve...” He glanced over to my mom again. “Well, it doesn’t matter.”

I smiled, and every part of me ached to say yes, but I knew I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, but after Friday’s shenanigans, I’m grounded.”

His face fell, and I felt the disappointment like a wrecking ball.

“I mean, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt,” I suddenly heard my mom say from behind me.

I twirled around, very shocked. It was her who had come up with the terms for my grounding after all.

“What?”

She smiled. “Peter obviously wants to talk to you about something, I don’t think it’ll hurt. Just don’t sneak out to some party and drink again.”

At the last part she pointed her finger at me, a fake serious look on her face. I smiled and shook my head. “Never again.”

“Great. I’ll be waiting in the car, don’t use too long, okay?”

I nodded, then looked back to Peter who was again blushing and looking like he wanted to die, which kind of mirrored the way I felt.

“Okay.”

I watched her walk down the hallway and to the elevator, then turned to Peter, who let me in. I looked around, trying to find out if something actually did fall down earlier. I didn’t see anything.

“Okay, so out with it, what did you want to talk about?” I asked him as soon as we were sat on the couch.

I noticed he sat down closer than necessary, which made my heart flutter. He was gonna be the death of me sometime.

“Well, I heard from May who heard from you that you know my secret?” He said, phrasing the last part like a question.

“Which secret?”

I didn’t want to be wrong, plus there was something about him telling me, him deciding that he wanted to share his secret with me. Which was why I refused to say it. He was the one who had to tell me the secret.

“You know. The secret. The one about my internship? May said you know, and…” he hesitated, glancing away and rubbed his hands together.

“And what?” I asked, leaning closer to him.

His breath hitched, and my whole body was on fire and my thoughts were going highwire, wondering what this meant.

“What I am.”

He wasn’t going to say it, and I was still wondering where he left off. Something had to be done.

“What you are? You’re Peter, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, but,” he couldn’t look me in the eyes.

“But? Have May said anything else?”

Peter was a nice kid, but he was a terrible liar. I knew him like the back of my hand, which meant I knew when he could lie and when he couldn’t. This was one of those moments where he wouldn’t be able to lie.

“No, but you said it. When you were drunk you said you knew it!” He exclaimed, jumping away from me.

There was this tension between us that I hadn’t really paid attention to until now. Now it exploded, like a dam with too much water.

“Ha! I knew there was something you kept from me! Peter, you can’t keep the truth from me like this, please just tell me everything that happened that night, please!”

Tears gathered in my eyes, even though I wasn’t even that sad or mad. It was effective though, because his face immediately softened.

“I have to know if you know first.” He pleaded.

I took a deep breath. Originally I was gonna let him say it, but now I decided against it. If this was the only way to know exactly what I said that night, I would say it, damned me if I was wrong.  “Fine. I think I know. You’re Spider-Man, that’s the truth, right?”

He stood still, very still. I wasn’t able to read him. “Peter, please, just answer me.” It was my turn to plead now.

He sighed. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry I lied to you, I just, I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want that, I needed a normal life, away from saving the world and responsibilities of people’s life and having everyone depend on you.”

At some point, we had both stood up, but I wasn’t sure when. “Peter, it’s okay, I understand,” I walked closer to him. He still wasn’t looking at me. “Seriously, it’s fine. It’s your life, and… I’m only your friend, you don’t need to tell me every aspect of your life. Especially if you don’t want to.” It did hurt that he didn’t tell me about such a big part of his life, but I would never admit that. “But stuff about my life, that’s the things I want you to tell me. Especially if I have no way of knowing myself. So what happened that night, what did I tell you?”

I had my hand cupped softly over his cheek now, forcing him to look at me. There was something between us, something I couldn’t understand. An understanding of some sort, a spark that hadn’t been there before. I really hoped that was something I only imagined, but I felt like Peter looked at me differently.

“Okay, so, when I tried to get you to leave, and you refused because you hadn’t done what you came there to do,” he paused, his cheeks burning now.

“Yeah?” I said, my voice as soft as I could muster, silently telling him he could continue.

“You told me there was someone you liked, and that I knew him. Then you told me that you’d grown up with him, and that you thought he was Spider-Man…”

I wasn’t completely sure what I felt. On one hand, I already kind of knew I’d somehow told him I had a crush on him. On the other hand I had no idea how to read the way Peter had reacted to it. Was he disgusted? Happy? How was I supposed to know.

“So,” I said, trying to get the conversation back to where it was.

“So, you have a crush on me,” Peter said matter-of-factly, before taking a bite of the runny-with-cheese pizza.

I felt the heat spread to my whole head and chest. “Yeah, uhm, how do you feel about that?”

I still hadn’t eaten anything of my pizza. I don’t think I could eat before we had sorted this out and I knew he wasn’t disgusted by me.

“I feel like that’s very lucky for me.”

“Okay?”

He looked over at me and kind of giggled slash chuckled a little. “Y/N, I really, really like you,” he dropped the pizza on the napkin and took my one hand that wasn’t holding the burning pizza.

“Y/N, do you want to go out on a date with me?”

I never in a million years though Peter would be this forward with anyone. I wasn’t even sure how to react, my body was confused. “Yes,” I whispered, because my throat had kinda closed up.

He grinned, he almost shone with happiness, and he hugged me and I was pretty sure thats the moment I combusted. It literally felt like someone had fired fireworks inside my body, and they were running over my skin and gleaming inside my blood and turning the back of my eyes to colorful canvas and Jesus if we were ever to sometime kiss how the heck would I be able to survive if one hug was enough to kill me?

He hugged me a bit longer than what was normal but I absolutely didn’t mind. I just pressed my arms closer around his body and inhaled the scent of him. When he pulled away, I was dizzy.

“Peter,” I managed to say after gathering my thoughts a little.

“Yeah?” He was still grinning.

“If we’re going to date, I want you to be completely honest with me. I don’t want us to keep secrets from each other that can hurt the other. And if you don’t want to, then please tell me that you have something that you don’t want to tell me.”

He had brought his pizza up to his lips again, but now he lowered it and took both of my hands.

“Y/N, I won’t ever keep a secret again.”

His face looked so soft and his eyes were so big and he looked so honest, I felt every cell in my body explode right then and there.

“I don’t think that will happen, I just don’t want this to happen again, because this has been some stressful couple of days.”

I kept holding his hand for a few seconds more, then I squeezed it and let it go. I still hadn’t eaten any pizza and I was starting to feel hungry.

Since I wasn’t sure how long could stay at his place, we decided that we would at least eat the pizza, then I could send a message home and ask when I should be home. It was very fun, he kept telling jokes. He also told me about the science pun he had posted on Twitter (I knew I had missed one), and then he told me a bit about his powers. What fascinated me the most was the tingle he got when there was danger imminent. He also told me about how he could stick to the walls and ceilings, and proceeded to show me how he did it. It was a surreal sight to see my best friend standing upside down on the ceiling.

“So the webs, is that also one of your superpowers? Do you like, shoot them out of your hands?” I asked as he was standing only a couple of feet away from me - upside down.

He shook his head. “No, I do make the web fluid, but I have a special web shooter that actually, you know, shoots it.”

He jumped down from the ceiling, and the floors shook a bit. Did he always do that with May home? What did she think about this?

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I followed him into his bedroom, looking around to see of there was anything I hadn’t noticed last time I was there. It seemed completely normal, not like the room of someone that went out and saved lives every afternoon. Then he opened his closet. Up front, hanging on the pole used to hang up clothes, was a red and blue suit. It was well known in the media, but I had never seen it this close before. Without thinking, mesmerised by the sight in front of me, I reached out to touch the fabric. Peter stepped away and let me have my moment.

“Whoa. This is so much cooler than I thought it would be!”

He chuckled behind me, as he let me run my hands over his suit. A thought entered my head.

“Can I see you with it on?” I asked as I twirled around. Suddenly his smile vanished.

“W-What?” He asked a bit confused, his cheeks quickly turning the same shade as his suit.

“Can I see it with you on?”

“You’ve seen me with it on before, haven’t you? I’m pretty sure I’ve been in one of those videos you watch on Youtube.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, but I haven’t known it has been you. And I’ve never seen it up close. Pretty please!”

He sighed and put his hands on his waist.

“Fine, go out in the living room and I’ll change,” he sighed.

“Yay,” I said with excitement, clapping my hands softly together before going out to the living room.

As he changed I got another piece of pizza, looking around the place for stuff I hadn’t noticed before. Not long after, he walked out, suit on, but nothing on his head. He walked out with his arms out, as if to say ‘here you go’, and then did a small twirl which was probably the cutest thing I’d even seen Peter Parker do. I clapped my hands and cheered as if he was some world known celebrity doing something. Then again, he was pretty well known in Queens. Someone surely would react that way in a not joking way.

“Okay, now, I’m going to change back into my normal clothes, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. When he came back, he was Normal Peter again, with normal clothes.

He threw me his phone, which I was barely able to grab, on the expense that I dropped my pizza piece on the carpet.

“Man, the world just really doesn’t want me to eat today, does it?” I muttered as I looked down at the fallen pizza.

“Sorry!” Peter exclaimed, walking over to me to see if there was something that could be done. Some way he could save himself.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll live. Plus, there’s more pizza.” I said, motioning to the rest of the pizza that was left in the box.

He sat down beside me, and I pulled my phone out of my backpocket to call my mom. She picked up after the third ring.

“Hello honey, how did it go?”

I looked over to Peter, who definitely could hear what she was saying.

“Yeah, it went well. Uhm, when do you want me home? And are you still sitting outside in the car?”

“Well, before nine tonight would be preferable and no, I’m not outside. I figured it would take some time.” I could hear my fathers chuckle in the background.

“Oh, okay. I - I just have to ask, I’m still grounded, right?”

There was silence on the phone. “Your father and I have to discuss it. It seems like the consequences of your actions has been punishment enough, so I don’t really see the reason for more but you also did something incredibly stupid. We’ll talk about it tonight.”

I looked over at Peter. He wasn’t hiding that he was listening to the conversation, his eyes glued to the phone and his chest leaning forward, not touching the back of the couch.

“Okay. See you tonight.”

“See you tonight honey. You did bring your wallet so that you can take the bus home, right?”

I nodded, but then I remembered that that couldn’t see it so I said yes. Beside me I heard Peter do that weird but cute mixture of a giggle and chuckle.

“Good, okay, bye honey!”

The beep that signalised that she hung up came, and I turned the phone off again and put it on the table in front of me.

He handed me another piece of pizza. “I promise I won’t force you to lose this one.”

I laughed before taking a bite. “Thank you, how chivalrous of you”

We laughed together for a bit, and when looking at the clock we noticed we had a couple of hours we could spend with each other before I had to go home. Peter went to go put on a movie I’d told him I wanted to watch the other day, then we settled in.

At first we sat beside each other, but as the movie progressed, we ended up closer and closer, and at some point I ended up with Peter’s arms around me, and my back pressed against his chest. After that I couldn’t focus on the movie, because my body was too busy going absolutely highwire.

“Are you okay?” He asked halfway into the movie. I just smiled and sighed content, which was answer enough for him.

Right before the movie was about to end, May entered the apartment, and Peter and I jumped away from each other. We probably looked like two guilty kids who had done something we knew was not allowed, but May didn’t even offer us a knowing glance. She just said hello, and took a piece of the pizza, then went into her own room. I shared a look with Peter, but he didn’t seem to think it was weird.

I checked the clock. I really didn’t want to be late home, now that it seemed like they were giving me a second chance. “I think maybe I should head back home.” I said reluctantly, not really wanting to go back home. It was so nice staying with Peter, I really, really wanted to stay with him, I really wanted to go back to that moment where I sat in his arms and my heart was jumping out of my chest and I felt like I could die happily.

“Yeah, I guess. I-I’ll follow you out!” He said, at first seeming a bit sad, then his voice went up and he almost seemed a bit excited.

I nodded, a blush forming on my cheeks again. “Thank you.”

He followed me to the apartment door, which was what I thought was where he meant he was going to follow me, but he put on shoes together with me. Apparently he was following me to the downstairs door, which I didn’t mind one bit. More time with Peter, and it meant I wouldn’t have to take the rusty old elevator by myself.

We were silent the whole way, which felt kind of awkward, but he also kept himself very close to me, so I wasn’t sure I would be able to say anything if I were to try.

When we came down, I just smiled at him, and he seemed conflicted. It was as if he wanted to do something, but then he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it anyway.

“Well, bye then I guess. I’ll text you tonight.”

Peter nodded, blushed, leaned a bit forwards, pulled back again, then suddenly attacked me in a hug. I laughed a bit at his indescision, but hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me again. I really could go silly by this.

“Thank you, and have a safe travel home, okay?”

I nodded, looking deep into his eyes. Something in my stomach, like a little hook underneath my belly button, pulled me towards him. I was so tempted to kiss him, to taste his soft lips, to feel his breath on mine. I leaned closer, and he leaned down and we stared each other in the eyes and at the last minute I chickened out. Instead of kissing his lips, I kissed him on the cheek, which was not really what I had meant for to happen but I had to live with. It still felt nice though.

We both looked like two tomatoes now, but he was cute and I thought that maybe this wasn’t the right time anyway. Maybe wait until a more special moment, when we wee more established, to give him the honour of being my first kiss.

“Uhm, so yeah, I’ll send you a text tonight, and we’ll talk later?”

I rubbed the back of my head, looking down at my shoes to get a little bit of break from his gaze. What he did to me was almost unfair. He dazzled me, looked into my eyes until his chocolatey brown eyes were the only thing I could see, and pulled me out of the real world into a world where only us two existed.

“And if something happens, just call my name and I’ll be there,”

He winked. Peter Parker winked and it really wasn’t a good look on him but it was also kind of cute. Where he got the confidence from I was not sure, he was not the type to really radiate a lot of confidence, he was generally just kind of shy and awkward, but maybe this superhero stuff had gotten to him a little bit.

“I’ll be sure to do that.” I laughed, then gave him a short side hug.

As I walked out the doors, I couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on my face, and when I looked back through the glass doors, Peter was doing a really silly dance with an equally stupid grin on his face.