#like if someone shows excitement for the same thing you’re excited for??? unreal

[softspiderling]

When are you posting illicit affairs? I have been waiting for a series about this for the so long and you are such a good writer. This will be perfect!! 😍

no way!!!!!🥹 thank you so much for your kind words😭pt. 1 will be posted this saturday if i don’t chicken out lmao bc i usually only start posting the first part if i have a good amount of parts already written since i hate keeping people waiting👀 but i will def keep you updated if it won’t be up saturday❤️❤️❤️

[foxy-eva]

Adore You

Summary: Spencer makes sure you know how much he loves your body

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) body worshipping, oral (fem receiving), coming untouched (Spencer)

Word Count: 1k

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Spencer had always been someone who appreciated art in any form. That was why he couldn’t take his eyes off you when you stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel covering your figure. 

“You look gorgeous,” he mumbled as you approached the bed. “It’s almost unreal.” 

You smirked at him when you suddenly let the towel drop to the floor, revealing yourself to him. 

“How about now?” You snickered. 

“Even better.” 

The truth was that anytime he laid eyes on your bare form, he couldn’t help but think of artists carving statues into marble in an attempt to do a goddess justice. Someone like you must have inspired them. When you crawled into his lap to straddle his hips, he was quick to drop the book from his hands. 

Spencer couldn’t quite grasp the fact that the greatest masterpiece on earth was there with him, waiting to be admired fully. There was nothing that could ever distract him from his mission to adore you. 

“You look like a goddess,” he cooed while placing his hands on your waist. “Please let me worship you.” 

Leaning down to kiss him, you mumbled against his lips, “I’m all yours, Spencer.” 

With one swift motion he turned you around so you were laying on your back with him hovering over you. He seemed almost greedy when he kissed you then, slipping his tongue into your mouth after just a few moments. You welcomed his enthusiasm, even more so when he left your lips to kiss down your neck instead, leaving goosebumps everywhere his hot breath tickled your skin. 

When he got to the curves of your chest you felt him smiling against your body. He kissed and nipped your sensitive skin, content when you began to sing him his praise in the forms of sighs and moans falling from your lips. His hand was caressing one of your breasts while he licked over the hardened peak of the other one. 

He took his sweet time with your breasts, alternating between the two of them until he was sure that he gave each of them enough attention. He started kissing down your stomach when he decided that it hadn’t been enough yet, pawing at your breasts once more before kissing each nipple several times. 

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he breathed as he nestled his face against your chest. 

His adorable display of affection made you giggle, “I know you love them.” 

“I love all of you,” he corrected you. 

“Show me.” 

He didn’t hesitate any longer to kiss further down your body, exploring every inch of you with his hands and lips. When he got to your hips, he gently bit into the supple flesh, making you squirm underneath him. One of his hands reached around you to grab a handful of the curve of your backside, burying his fingernails into your skin until you were sure he’d leave marks. 

The thought of finding the evidence of his worship painted all over your body in the morning let your heart skip a beat. You loved being reminded of his desire for everything you had to offer. When he kissed the soft patch of skin just below your belly, your legs spread open for him to lie down between them. 

He took a moment to take in the sight of your exposed core, purring, “Marvelous.” 

Instead of kissing you where you were already aching for his touch, he began nipping on the insides of your ample thighs instead. He took his time kissing and licking along them until he reached your knee, only to repeat the same thing on the other leg. When he was done with that, he sat up between your thighs to find your eyes. 

Your cheeks were glowing and your eyes half-lidded when he looked at you. The way he showed you his adoration for you aroused you more than you could put into words. It was obvious how excited he was by the large bulge in his pajama pants. You would have been happy to help him get some relief but you knew that bringing you pleasure was everything he needed right then. 

He let his sight roam over your body, his eyes filled with wonder when they lingered on your center. Gentle fingertips made contact with your silken folds, spreading your sweet essence from your entrance along your crevice. However, his touch was too light to grant you some much needed friction. 

“Don’t tease me, Spencer,” You whined. 

As if he was snapping out from a trance, he quickly apologized before laying down between your legs, “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.” 

Your whole body began trembling when he began collecting your honeyed wetness on his tongue. He was mesmerized by your heady scent and couldn’t help but begin to rock his hips against the mattress while bringing you pleasure with his mouth. With your hands in his hair you brought him even closer to you. 

After exploring your core with his tongue as if to imprint your uniqueness into his brain forever, he focussed on the small bundle of nerves. By the sounds of your whimpers and moans he knew that you were about to enter a state of pure bliss. He was eager to worship you the way you deserved, relentlessly moving his tongue and lips over you to let you fall over the edge. 

Both of you felt light-headed but Spencer got completely lost in the pleasure. All the tension suddenly left his body when he found release in his pants without ever being touched. Only moments later did you find your high as well, tremors wrecking through your body as you savored the euphoria. 

You practically had to push Spencer’s face away from your core as he was still buried between your legs, a whine escaping his lips when you denied him access to your ambrosial taste. Your open arms offered consolation and he was happy to take it. 

As your hand snuck down his body to make him feel good too, you found him already soft and his pants stained. 

“Naughty boy,” you teased him and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I can’t help it when you taste so divine,” he whispered. 

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Interview with Taylor Heise: After the first practice in Toronto for mini-camp

You can find the video for the interview here! Be sure to show them a little love with a view or a like or comment and support journalism of the game.

Also if you're looking for some quality screenshots of excellent Heise faces, look no further! She's definitely pumped for the new season.

As per usual Heise is a very tricky person to transcribe, because she talks extremely fast, but I love y'all, so I'll embrace the challenge.

Like usual the transcription is under the break.

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HOW WAS YOUR OFF-SEASON?

Great. I got to go to a lot of different places and do a lot of fun things. I think that’s one thing our team did really well this year, was go out. You know, you give all you’ve got for seven months and you can, in that last six that you have left [someone double-check that math], you wanna make sure that you have a really good summer and are coming in with your mental health high and being ready to go. So I think we’re really excited. But for me, I spent a lot of time with my family and friends and got to travel.

I went to Telluride, Colorado. That was probably the highlight of my summer. Did a lot of training with Grace Zumwinkle—actually we train everyday together. So we’re usually in the same area 24/7. She keeps me going and keeps me humble in the things that I’m doing.

HOW WERE THE ESPY’S?

That was unreal. Definitely an experience of a lifetime. You’re used to just sitting on your couch and watching that. But being there in person and seeing all the crazy, you know- I would say famous people. I’m sitting there and you’re like ‘I’m a small fish in a big pond.’

But the ESPY’s were super cool. I had- my boyfriend came with me. And just having, like, Hilary Knight was there. And just having different people that you can experience that with and just honestly take it all in and be there present in the moment was really cool. And I got to talk to Cam Newton. I talked to some people- you just expect you’re never gonna talk to in your entire life. So, it was cool.

WHO WERE YOU THE MOST STARSTRUCK BY?

Allyson Felix actually came right in front of me in this picture line. She had to go onstage and I was like, ‘By all means. Head on in there, girl!’ So she looked amazing. And she’s just someone- I love watching track and field and she’s been someone that has kicked ass for a really long time.

There’s was a lot of other people as well, some people I’ve seen on TikTok, and some people that are social media famous, that was another crazy experience. Just eyes wide open the entire time, pretty much.

HOW MUCH HAS YOUR LIFE CHANGED SINCE BEING DRAFTED FIRST OVERALL?

I want to say a lot, but at the end of the day I’ve just been doing a lot of the same things that make me happy. And, you know, training. I’ve trained every summer, I rarely take more than 2 weeks off after the season—this year a little bit more. I was a little injured this past year, so working through that. And you know, you take that with a grain of salt and you just move on with what you’re doing. And I think this summer, just taking everything from last season and digesting it. And saying, that was a lot about everything was the first. The first this, the first that. This year we’re gonna focus on hockey and I think it’s gonna be something that you’re not gonna have seen from a lot people. I think a lot of people are gonna pop off onto the scene for us.

So I’m excited and my life has definitely changed. You know, I bought a house, I kinda settled down in Minnesota for right now and it’s just been really fun to kinda live the dream that I always wanted. And I’m kinda doing that right now. So I would say just continue to work hard because all this can go away in a second if you stop working hard and doing the things that make you good and the things that make you stand out.

I think just for me, just continuing to focus on those little things, but also remember that I’m here to have fun and I’m here to be a good teammate for my players and my team and my coaches and everything like that.

[Not sure what the question was here]

Yeah, I think all teams. I think it’s gonna be a lot of people on the scene this year that you either haven’t heard of or just players that have- you know last year I think every team was really good and every team this year is gonna be even better considering they’re getting more players on each team coming out of the NCAA and other places.

I think just for our team, like we’ve had such solid goaltending for so long and, you know, I think last year there was some lulls in that, but that comes with the territory. In those games we didn’t play well. And you can’t have a goalie that’s gonna back you up 24/7. I think both of our goaltenders—all four of them actually—right now are looking really good. And just on the forward side of things, Kendall—after having a baby last year and having all that—she still did what she needed to do. But I think this year she’s got that mindset of gonna turn things around and go out there and have fun.

Honestly, I’ve just been really pumped to see everyone out there, honestly. I just think everyone’s gonna have a really good time and take everything with a grain of salt, because you never know when it’s gonna be your last game. You never know when you’re gonna get hurt, you never know when you’re gonna be out there playing. So take everything for granted. [I’m just going to assume she was talking so fast the “don’t” got lost in the shuffle on that last sentence?]

DOES THE TEAM HAVE A TARGET ON ITS BACK?

I don’t think it needs to be said. Obviously we have that target and pressure’s a privilege. We’ve said that. It’s easier said than done. I think going out there everyone’s gonna give us their best and I don’t think that’s even gonna have to do with us winning. I think that’s simply gonna have to do with rivalries from last year, every team being really good, and just having the sense of urgency that this team won. We’re gonna kick their butts. That’s just how it’s gonna go. That’s how it’s always been. It’s a rivalry, every team’s gonna have one with every other team, I would say.

It’s exciting to just have a league where there’s no days off. Literally no days off. Unless you’re not at the rink, that can be your day off, but every time you’re playing a team I just think that it’s important that you give it your best. And everyone’s gonna give us their best as well.

CAN YOU TELL US A BIT ABOUT YOUR INJURY?

Yeah, it’s just lower body injury and I’ve went through it a little bit. Timing: not great. But at the end of the day it’s something you gotta go through and I think last year my shoulder injury couldn’t have come at a better time. Would I have wanted it to not happen? Absolutely. But when it did I had that perspective of sitting in the stands and kind of seeing that I got a little too caught up in the details of things and I think when I came back that love of the game shot back up in me and I was having 0 trouble going out there and having fun.

So you just gotta remember that everything happens for a reason. I have a faith-based background. Everything happens and you just gotta get through it. And I have great teammates and great best friends that have kept that—as well as family—that have kept me up. ‘Cause you know, shit happens. At the end of the day, it just is what it is. And you know, I’m excited to be back out there with my girls and with the coaching staff. It’s been exciting and I’m moving up every single day.

WHERE DO YOUR POSITIVE ATTITUDE AND GENEROSITY COME FROM?

Absolutely my parents. They have raised me to be that person that- you know you think of that person, that little girl, that little boy, that you’re signing for? Like, that was me. And I didn’t necessarily have that because I wasn’t in the hockey background. I grew up playing basketball and I would have loved to have Steph Curry to sign my shoes. That’s kind of the thing I would have had as a kid, but now being able to come up, and I’ve purposely picked to go up on the concourse. And I know that some people will go, ‘Probably shouldn’t go up there. You’re gonna get stuck for 2 hours.’

But for me, in those days, even when you’re having a bad day and you had a bad game, going up there might be the best thing for me. Because I get to see all these girls who don’t care about the score. They couldn’t give a less of a crap that you lost 4 to 0. But they’re just excited to see you, they’re excited to get you to sign the sweatshirt that their mom made on Etsy. Just so many fun things you get to experience. And it keeps you humble. 'Cause you go up there and you’re like, ‘oh, this sucks.’ You see a sign that’s like, this kid put in 2 hours of work after school writing this sign for me. It’s just easy. My parents always raised me to be- to go out there and do that extra thing. Whether that be my stick handling, shooting, on the ice, off the ice, or if that’s talking to someone who wants something. Whether that be advice or just a signature or a hug. I’m always there for that.

[I can confirm that she wasn't lying when she said she likes to go up to the concourse after games! Typically at Minnesota home games they have an autograph table and 3 of the team members are chosen for it. But players are free to come up anyway. And Heise regularly comes up to chat with people. Just, honestly, meeting Heise is exactly what you would hope it would be. I have yet to see a fan walk away from meeting her without a big smile.]

HAVE YOU CIRCLED THE GAME AGAINST TORONTO IN MINI-CAMP?

I think that either way we’re gonna go out there and- every team’s gonna have a rivalry and you’re gonna pick it. Honestly ours might be Boston, it might be Toronto, it might be New York. I just think it’s gonna come down to who’s gonna come down to who’s gonna be out there playing a game we don’t like. Or say that at the end of the year things got a little chippy. You’re probably gonna take that into next year. Like I have a thought from last year that I’m ready to get after when I get back. I’m not gonna say what it was. But I think everyone’s gonna have that. And I know that they probably circled it and for us we’re just gonna go out there and trying to figure out lines and figure out powerplay, we’re trying to figure out our team. Obviously you’re there to be competitive and you’re there to win. But it’s just more important to get things together and to play as a team and make sure everyone’s feeling their best.

WHAT WAS THE FIRST DRILL YOUR TEAM DID?

Knockout. That one’s called Knockout and I actually grew up playing that in basketball. You dribble and you try to knock someone’s ball out. It’s the same thing in hockey. We usually go two lines- in between the blue lines, but Ken had it between the red and the blue today. So lots of bodies, short amount of time. You’re there to protect the puck. If your puck goes outside the blue or the red you’re out. Usually you come up with- like Grace and I will be partners and we’ll be like, ‘We’re not gonna hit each other’s puck out.”

You come up with alliances, I guess is the word. Survivor of the fittest. As well as who has the best- the most people on their side. But yeah, practice is, you know, the day before games we usually do about the same thing. It’s easy for everyone to get enough flow, to know what they’re doing. We don’t even have to say what’s going on. A little bit now, just with new people and new things. But practice was great today. I think we’re getting used to playing with people. We just got our lines. So, it’s all over the place. It’s definitely looking really good and it gives me a lot of perspective on how this season’s gonna go.

CAN YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE NEW PLAYERS?

I can go through all three.

I think Claire [Thompson] is someone that, obviously, you go out and you show what you got at the Olympics. That’s what you want to do. And she came out and blew everyone out of the water. For someone who is so smart, I could ask her any question in the book and she’s gonna answer it very honestly, with a very educational based background. So you can tell that on the ice. She’s very analytical. She goes through what she thinks is right and she’s never gonna make that bad play. She’s gonna make the right play 9 times out of 10. And she’s really good at puck protecting. She can get shots through. She’s played at the highest level. Not worried about her at all.

I think Britta’s someone I’ve played with for awhile. I’ve played with her at the World Championships last year. She’s a big body. She can tip. She’s got this bandwidth of can play a 200ft game and is gonna work on all those skills at all time. She’s competitive. You don’t really want to get up in a ring against her.

So her and then Klára. I don’t know if you were watching practices much, but she had like 3 snipes today that were...you can tell that I’ve played against her on Czech and she’s just unreal. She brings this competitive nature, but she’s a little smaller, but she can shoot the puck. I’m excited to see her snipe a few goals this year for sure.

ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THE LINE THAT YOU’RE ON?

Absolutely. Obviously that’s how we ended. I am more than happy to play with anyone. And I think this team is very able to shift around. We did a lot of shifting last year. We’re just excited to continue the legacy we started. But to continue to ramp it.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hii!!!! Would you do another singer! Reader x Tyler Joseph? Maybe the reader is apart of a band or a duo and their band is doing a live interview and perhaps a band mate accidentally tells the audience about the reader’s crush on Tyler? And the next day the reader has to perform and has to face the confrontation from fans/paparazzi? Not to mention Tyler’s reaction himself to the news. 😙

The Good Morning Show - Tyler Joseph x Singer!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1691

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Sorry it took so long!!

I was nervous. Not the usual pre-show jitters—this was something else. Evan and I were about to do a live interview on one of our favorite morning shows, and he’d been acting weird all morning. We’d been watching the Good Morning show since our high school days and finally we’d become popular enough to be invited to talk to the hosts about our new project. 

“Please welcome… ‘Self Titled’!” I heard the female voice cue us to walk onto the stage as Evan stepped forward. The bright beaming stage lights shone into my eyes as I could make out the live audience in front of us. I took a deep breath, feeling the warm air of the studio’s attempt to suffocate me as the sound of applause surrounded us. Evan, as usual, was all smiles and handshakes, waving to the crowd like he was born to be on this stage. Meanwhile, I could feel my heart pounding, the combination of excitement and a growing sense of panic–the worry of saying the wrong thing looming over me. Something about the way Evan had been acting all morning, like he was sitting on a big secret, had me more than a little on edge.

We took our seats, and the hosts, Amanda and Jay, greeted us with bright, welcoming smiles.

“So, we’ve got Self Titled with us this morning!” Amanda said, and the audience applauded again. “You guys have had quite a rise to fame. I mean, just two years ago, you were performing in basements, and now you’re here, releasing your second album and starting a world tour. How’s that been for you?”

Evan jumped right in, as usual. “It’s been unreal,” he said, flashing that effortless grin of his. “Honestly, every day feels like a dream. We’re so grateful to everyone who’s been with us from the start.”

I nodded, managing to calm my nerves as I chimed in. “It’s crazy. Sometimes we still feel like high school kids sneaking out to watch shows. Being here on this stage, with you guys, feels like a full-circle moment for us.”

Jay smiled. “Well, I think it’s safe to say your fans are thrilled you’re here, too.” He glanced at his notes, his eyes twinkling with the next question. “Now, speaking of fans… let’s get a little personal, shall we?”

My stomach dropped. I knew that look. This was going somewhere I probably wouldn’t like.

“Oh, we’re going there?” Evan asked, giving the audience a playful wink. “Alright, let’s go there.”

I shot him a warning look, trying to keep it subtle, but he completely ignored me.

Amanda leaned forward, eyes glinting with that same mischief. “We’ve been hearing rumors that you’re a huge fan of twenty one pilots. Any truth to that?”

I let out an awkward laugh, trying to play it off. “Uh, I mean… I kind of grew up going to their shows with Evan. But I think we’re both more focused on the music than anything else, to be honest.”

“Right, music,” Evan said, dragging out the word in a way that made me want to shove him off his chair. “But, you know… everyone’s got their favorite artists. Especially if they’re crushes too.”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s nothing wrong with admiring other musicians,” I said, trying to steer the conversation away.

Amanda raised an eyebrow, leaning into her mic. “Well, come on, spill the tea! Any names? Someone you’d fangirl over if you met them backstage?”

I swallowed hard. This was not happening. I shook my head, laughing nervously. “Nah, nothing like that. We’re just—”

But Evan wasn’t about to let me off the hook. “Oh, come on Y/N,” he interrupted, and the crowd immediately buzzed with excitement. I shot him a glare, but he just grinned, ignoring my silent pleas to keep his mouth shut.

“Oh, do tell!” Amanda leaned in, looking as eager as the crowd.

“Yeah, don’t keep us hanging, Evan,” Jay added, chuckling.

Evan turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “She’s gonna kill me for this,” he said to the audience, who laughed in response. Then, before I could even process it, he dropped the bomb. “She’s got a huge crush on Tyler Joseph.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, suspended in the split second of stunned silence before the crowd erupted. Some people gasped, others cheered, and I could feel my face burning as if I’d just stepped under a spotlight I couldn’t escape from.

Amanda laughed, clapping her hands. “Tyler Joseph from twenty one pilots? Really? I guess you weren’t kidding about being a fan.”

I tried to laugh it off, looking everywhere but at Evan. “Oh my God, Evan, are you serious?” I muttered, my voice barely hiding my panic. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, shrugging with a playful smile. “I’m just saying what everyone else already knows.”

The audience was buzzing, and Amanda leaned forward, looking intrigued. “So, it’s true? You’re a fan?”

“Well, yeah, of course I’m a fan,” I said, still trying to play it cool, but the embarrassment was pouring out of me. “I mean, who isn’t? Their music is incredible.”

Evan smirked. “Fan doesn’t even cover it.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands as the crowd laughed. I was praying for a quick subject change, but Amanda seemed to be having way too much fun with this.

“So, if Tyler’s watching right now…” she started, her eyes twinkling.

“He’s definitely not watching right now,” I chuckled nervously, shaking my head.

She ignored me, gesturing to the camera. “Tyler, if you’re out there, looks like you’ve got an admirer,” she said, pointing to me as the crowd cheered.

I forced another laugh, my face burning so much I was convinced I’d walk out with a sunburn. Evan just leaned back, thoroughly enjoying himself, and I resisted every urge to smack that smirk off his face.

The interview wrapped up not long after that, thankfully, and I all but dragged Evan offstage the second we were done. As soon as we were out of earshot of the crew, I rounded on him.

“Are you kidding me? What the fuck was that?” I whispered harshly.

He just shrugged, unbothered. “Come on, it’s no big deal. So what if people know? Now you’ll have all these fans rooting for you.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Rooting for what? A fictional love story between me and a guy I’ve never even met?”

“Hey, just think of it as… putting it out into the universe,” he said, patting me on the back. “Maybe Tyler will see it and think, ‘Oh, she seems cool.’”

“Or he’ll think I’m a total creep,” I muttered, already regretting everything. But the damage was done.

And, as it turned out, the next day proved that “putting it out into the universe” was a recipe for chaos.

When I left the hotel the next morning, I was greeted by a swarm of fans and paparazzi, all shouting questions at me.

“So, Tyler Joseph, huh?”

“What do you like about him?”

“Think he’ll respond?”

I kept my head down, muttering a few awkward “Thank yous” as I navigated through the crowd. I thought maybe the frenzy would die down after the initial buzz, but I was wrong. When I finally got back to the quiet of the van, I checked my phone to find a storm of notifications.

My notifications were an absolute mess: tags, texts, a mountain of DMs—more than I’d ever seen. I tapped the top one, bracing myself, and that’s when I saw it: Tyler Joseph had posted a video, watching our interview.

He was sitting in what looked like his living room, laughing as the clip played on his phone. I cringed watching it again, hearing Evan’s words. Tyler paused the video after my panicked reaction, chuckling and saying, “Oh my gosh, they’ve heard of us,” with a large, excited smile. He shook his head, clearly a little stunned. “But hey, Y/N, I think you’re cool too! You should hit me up” He ended it with a quick, winking thumbs-up before signing off, “Can’t wait to see what you’re working on next!”

I could barely process the video before I noticed another notification beneath it—a private message. From Tyler Joseph.

Tyler J:Hey, just saw the interview clip. Your friend really threw you in there, huh? If it makes you feel any better, I’ve definitely been there. You seemed super chill about it though! And honestly, I think you’re cute too.

My breath caught in my throat. Did Tyler Joseph just call me cute? My cheeks flushed as I continued to read.

Tyler J:I’ve been to a few of your shows before, by the way. You’re incredibly talented. I think we should definitely work together sometime! Let me know if you’re interested.

I felt like I was floating. Tyler had seen us live? My mind raced with possibilities.

Me:Wow, really? Thanks! That means a lot coming from you. I’d love to work together!

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to take the plunge.

Me:So, about that "hitting you up" thing... Are you free sometime? Maybe we could grab coffee or something?

I hit send, my heart pounding. A million thoughts swirled in my head. What if he didn’t want to meet up? What if I was reading too much into this? I stared at my screen, willing it to light up again with his response.

Tyler J:That sounds great! How about next Tuesday? I’m in town, and I’d love to hear what you’re working on and just chat.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Next Tuesday? It felt like a dream.

Me:Perfect! I’ll have Evan come along too; you can meet him and we can all hang out.

Tyler J:Maybe it could be just us? I’d love to get to know you better :)

My excitement was practically bursting. I couldn’t help but grin at my phone.

Me:Yeah! Definitely we can do that. Looking forward to it :)

And that was that. 

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REQUESTS OPEN

[4townglazer]

my fav member is jesse. i love the fact that he’s artistic.

i think it was aaron t?

he flirts and spits game in french to make ppl blush and it works😌

jesse is really photogenic/videogenic & there’s never a day he looks bad.

tae young’s rlly popular on tiktok

aaron z is a hugeee pinkpantheress fan and knows her discography like the back of his hand. aaron t is extremely dense (the members keep talking about it) but it’s actually funny.

first is nobody like u. i love the bassline it slapssss oml. also when they go ‘oh my’ my heart flutters. next is u know what’s up. i love the little adlibs and the confidence it gives me is unreal. and finally 1 true love. i love the animated mv and also this song really showed how talented the members truly are.

me personally, i don’t ship any of them.

i remember hearing them in a mashup in august last year and i was like they’re so good!!

i haven’t read the manga.

nobody like u: ‘you’re never not on my mind, oh my, oh my’ I JS LOVE THE DOUBLE NEGATIVE🤧🫶🏾 hits diff fr. u know what’s up: ‘i’m making paper like it’s origami’ BC IT’S A LITERAL BAR‼️ and 1 true love: ‘you make me believe that love can be art’ that line is just so beautiful and thought-provoking.

i love when mei introduces the boys. i couldn’t stop staring at them when they came on looool😅

aaron z for sure. he’s suuuuuper underrated in the fandom & it makes me sad💔💔💔

i don’t think i can imagine one💀 or that might js be me and my bad imagination👎🏾😪

photocards???? don’t they sell those already?? or am i wrong

tbh i just want it to be fun, and a feel-good album.

the diversity of 4*town: i love how there’s diff races and ethnicities in the band, very refreshing!

i love how kind we are to each other. 4*townies are like a big family 🥹🫂

i don’t do art haha but i rlly like listening to music 👍🏾

catch-22 for sureee😎

i thought she knew by *nsync. 🫶🏾

SWAY BY MICHAEL BUBLÉ>>>> it would suit his voice so damn good broo. infact all of michael bublé’s songs!

i would include music videos and concerts! and how they get on as friends. i wanna see more of their personality.

i ADORE aaron t and aaron z. i love how they’re opposites of each other!!!! like yin and yang.

GIRL, I LOVE YOUR JEANS!!!!! fun fact in a deleted scene in turning red called ‘4*town dilemma’, it was called baby, i love your jeans. i’m assuming it will be a pop song which will be just as iconic as nobody like u. a reddit user on the r/turningred community, someone said that it might sound like this: https://www.reddit.com/r/TurningRedPIXAR/comments/tgm183/how_do_you_think_girl_i_love_your_jeans_is_like/

ummm, i think that it’s perfect the way it is! i’m super excited to read it and ty for ur contributions to the community.

@4town4l is my favourite blog! i love their personality, they seem like a rlly funny and cool person.

i love sharing 4*town content bc it’s fun and calming! it also makes me feel glad that there’s ppl out there that like the same things as me

i haven’t read the manga yet, so i’m not sure.

robaire needs to step back a little and let the other members shine. we need like more solo verses or choruses with the other members😭😭

aaron t. i’m super goofy irl and to some i’m funny so i think we’d leave each other crying of laughter!!

i think that it will show the boys different experiences with fame and how they handle it???

why i love you by b2k, i thought she knew by *nsync, it’s gonna be me by *nsync, and sugar by brockhampton.

4*townies i’m proud of you for staying on after a year, you’re all so creative too, and STAY STRONG 💪🏾💪🏾 there’s a 4*town continuation in the works for sure. we will get something!

Welcome one and all to the… 4*Town Ask Game! Where you can answer questions to emphasise your love for the entire 4*Town fandom and to also bring the hype of my fanfiction that’s coming up soon.

How it’s going to work: I’ll write the questions on this post, make sure to read them carefully as a way to fully answer the questions in detail, once you've read them, reblog to answer the full questions and make sure that the words are appropriate as I don’t tolerate hateful behaviour. And don’t forget to share this to others so they can share the love for this group as well! Without further ado, let’s get started!

Who is your favourite member and why?

Who was your favourite member previously?

Share with me a headcanon on Robaire 🌹

Share with me a headcanon on Jesse 🎨

Share with me a headcanon on Tae Young 🕊️

Share a headcanon on The Aarons (Z and T)

What is your favourite 4*Town song and why? (Include your Top 3.)

Who do you ship from the group and why?

What was your first memory of 4*Town?

Did you read the manga? If so, what is your favourite chapter and why?

Name me your top 3 favourite lyrics from each 4*Town song🎵🎶

Do you have a favourite 4*Town scene from Turning Red and why?

Since I’m working on the “4*Town: Unfiltered” story, who do you want to be the main protagonist and why?

If you could imagine each 4*Town member in a fairy tale or any story, which one would each member be in and why?

What type of merch would you buy if 4*Town had merchendise?

For their next album, what concept would you want it to be and what songs could you include and why?

What do you like the most about 4*Town and why?

What do you love most about the entire fandom?

Do you do art or any other activities?

Can you tell me your favourite song from Robaire and Aaron Z’s discography? (You can sing the song’s lyrics as well.) And if you don’t know what I mean, I’m talking about the songs from my headcanons.

Pick a song for Tae Young and Jesse if they were a duo.

Pick a song for Aaron T if he went solo.

If you had to make a series or a spin-off of 4*Town, what would you include and why?

Do you have a favourite relationship from the group and why?

Which unreleased song from the group are you willing to hear and what are you expecting the song to sound like?

Are there any more themes or genres for my fanfiction that I should explore? It would be nice if you gave me any suggestions, please.

Do you have a favourite blog from the fandom and what do you like about them?

Do you enjoy sharing 4*Town content? Why or why not?

If there were any changes in the manga, what would you change? Why or why not?

Any unpopular opinions on 4*Town?

Which member do you think you’d get along with the most? Why or why not?

What are you expecting the fanfiction to look like to you when it gets released on Wattpad? Any form of plot? Character development? Conflicts?

Which songs remind you of 4*Town? Why or why not?

And the final question: Do you have a message for the whole entire fandom?

[bluegarners]

anyone ever get it hit in the face by the fact that bruce bonded with dick through grief? i don’t think we talk about that enough- that grief, something sad and traumatizing and sorrow-filled, is what connected them in those first few, vital years together. dick is alone and scared and hurting, he’s lost everything and the whole world seems to have ended, and bruce can relate to that. he can understand that horrible feeling, the chasm cracking open inside one’s chest; he can see that gaping hole, the memories collecting dust; he can understand and know exactly what it is to feel a pain so unreal that you know you’ll never be the same again. bruce can know the horror of it all, and maybe can also understand what dick needs to make it feel better; bruce can understand that only specific outlets have worked, that rage and a thirst for vengeance is all that is able to fill that void again and make the pain even slightly more bearable. bruce connects with dick over grief.

but did he connect with dick over anything else?

first impressions are everything. when you meet someone and you find something to connect yourself with that person, a shared trait or experience or anything, it is hard for that not to be the deciding link. grief was what bonded dick and bruce together in the early years and it is hard not to imagine that consuming them; they are perfect strangers held together by a mutual, unspeakable pain, and that is it. that’s it. they can look at each other and see an understanding, but grief is all there is. festering, rotting, sixteen year old grief, and grief hardly a year old. bruce is ten when the grief washes over him like a second skin and it never leaves. bruce is a deeply unhappy, traumatized man when he meets dick; grief is all he has come to know in the sixteen years since his parents death. there may have been a time where joy and innocent pleasures were a thing often seen in bruce’s life, but he’s spent all of his formative years cultivating and shaping that pain into something he can wield like a weapon. did bruce ever know, understand, anything other than grief?

imagine that being the sole thing that keeps two people together. pain and sadness are the only stitches keeping their wounds closed, and now that they’ve found someone with the same scars, it’s too difficult to let go. 

do you think there was anything else between them in the early years? did bruce understand dick’s disappointment at the lack of festivities for holidays? did bruce know why dick would get excited over a t.v show? did bruce really get what drove dick to giggle and smile as he trained? could bruce connect with dick on any level that wasn’t tinged with the grief he’s known his whole life? bruce isn’t happy but sometimes dick is, and that confuses bruce. he doesn’t understand anything that isn’t part of his mission, that isn’t just another punishment, another weight, to carry on his shoulders.

what must that be like? to live with someone who can only talk to you, know you, when you’re sad? what must it be like to only be known through grief?

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Wooyoung: All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss (oneshot)

Genre: fluff, smut, non idol au, bestfriends to lovers au.

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader (fem)

Inspiration: Based on this reaction that I wrote.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption.

"Okay, Y/N and Wooyoung get in the 3rd row," Yunho said after placing everyone's luggage in his car. You were going on a roadtrip to Boryeong with your bestfriend, Jung Wooyoung, his friends (who also became your friends) and some of their significant others.

You had to sit on Wooyoung's lap at the back of Yunho's 7-seater car as the seat beside you was occupied with some bags.

Wooyoung got into the car and sat down before you followed his actions, settling on his lap. "You good, Woo? Am I too heavy?" you asked, trying not to put all your weight on him.

"Nah, I'm all right," he answered and placed an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "You can sit comfortably." You were glad you were facing away from him; you didn't want him to see how your cheeks heated up.

Once everyone was settled in both the cars, Yunho and Seonghwa began driving. Since it was really early in the morning, everyone decided to sleep during the two hour drive.

You weren't feeling sleepy, so you were scrolling through your Instagram, looking at various posts. Wooyoung couldn't sleep either; he pushed your hair to one side to see what you were looking at while resting his chin on your shoulder. You saw a post of a man kissing a woman's neck and the caption said, "neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then."  You double tapped on your phone screen to like the post, causing Wooyoung to smirk; he couldn't help but want to test it out.

He placed a gentle kiss to your neck to see how'd you'd react. You stopped breathing for a second; did your bestfriend just kiss your neck? Did the man you were so in love with—but didn't have the guts to let him know as you were scared of ruining your friendship— just kiss your neck?

When you didn't push him away or ask about his actions, he began placing more kisses onto your neck. You titled your head to give him more access to your neck, gripping his arm that was around you, causing him to smile against your skin.

"I didn't know you like neck kisses this much," Wooyoung murmured in your ear, his voice dropping a little. You turned around to face him and without thinking, you crashed your lips onto his. You couldn't help but smile when he immediately kissed you back. You've dreamed of this very moment so many times, it felt unreal to you that it was actually happening. You moved your hand to his newly dyed black hair, tugging on the strands. His hold around you tightened and he pulled away. "That feels nice," he said, a little breathlessly. You ran your hand through his hair, your heart swelling with some kinda happiness that you've never experienced before.

Wooyoung pecked your cheek. "I'm going to take you on a date after the trip, okay?" he stated, making you smile.

---

"Wow, it's bigger than I expected," Hongjoong said while walking with you towards the beach where a party was taking place; there were around three hundred people here. Initially, the plan for tonight was having dinner at a fancy restaurant, but Mingi and Jongho insisted on going to the party when one of the resort staff told them about it.

Wooyoung and the rest came here before you and Hongjoong, so you couldn't see anyone. The two of you headed to the bar on the beach, deciding to drink something before searching for the others.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Hongjoong asked you.

You scanned through the various alcoholic beverages on the shelves.  "VS Hennessey, please," you replied; it was Wooyoung's favorite drink.

He snorted. "You're spending too much time with Wooyoung," he said and turned to the bartender. "One Martini and a VS Hennessey for the lady."

A while later, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang and his girlfriend, Taehee, found you and Hongjoong at the bar. Wooyoung's eyes darkened when he noticed the red bikini you were wearing. Your eyes were also on your bestfriend, taking in his swimming-shorts clad body. Wooyoung had been working out a lot, and you were in awe of the results: his arms were more muscular and his abs were more defined. His black hair was pulled into a small ponytail.

"Y/N!" Taehee squealed, running to hug you, already quite drunk. "The hottest guys in the country are all here!" she giggled.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend's statement. "Repeat that, babe?"

"But you're the hottest of them all," she quickly replied, pecking his lips before turning back to you. "Go get some dick, girl!"

Hongjoong nearly choked on his martini. You only laughed, gulping the remaining of your drink before you got up from your seat. "Dance with me, Tae," you said, dragging her to the crowd where everyone was dancing, despite Yeosang's protests.

You moved your body to the beat, quickly getting lost to the music. You knew Wooyoung's eyes were on you the entire time, so you made sure to add a little sway to your moves in hopes of teasing him a little. You felt hands on your waist, making you turn around. Some random drunk guy was trying to dance with you; he was kinda cute, you had to admit. Wooyoung's jaw clenched when he saw you dancing with the guy.

"So when are you going to make a move on Y/N?" San asked, grabbing Wooyoung's attention.

"I already did," he answered with a smug smile. "We kissed today morning in the car."

"Finally," San said, putting a french fry in his mouth. All your friends could see that you and Wooyoung had a thing for each other; they were all waiting for you both to realize that.

You danced with the random guy for a while until you excused yourself to get a drink. You took two shots of Vodka before going back to the dancing crowd. The guy you were dancing with moved on to another woman. You found Yeosang and Taehee making out in the crowd, and Yunho was dancing with some random girl. The song changed and you squealed when you realized it was one of yours and Wooyoung's favorite songs. You glanced at where Wooyoung was seated, but he wasn't there.

You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. One glance at the man's arms was enough for you to know who he was.

"Let me hold you, girl caress my body, you got me going crazy, you turn me on, turn me on," Wooyoung sang the lyrics in your ear. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck while he sang the rest of the lyrics. You had a big smile on your face while you danced with him, admiring his beautiful face. Wooyoung leaned down to capture your lips with his own in a sweet, slow kiss; you could taste the Hennessey on his lips. He pulled away, placing a soft kiss on your temple. "Let's get out of here."

The two of you quickly made your way to your shared room at the resort, excitement running through your veins. Wooyoung unlocked the room door with the key before entering the room, pushing you against the door after locking it.

"You drive me crazy, baby," he mumbled, cupping your cheek, he leaned down, stopping an inch away from your lips before he pulled away and walked to the bathroom.

You snorted, unsurprised that Wooyoung was teasing you now. You followed him into the bathroom. You washed your hands and legs, getting all the sand off. You sat on the bathroom counter, watching Wooyoung dry his hands after doing the same.

You decided to tease him by stripping yourself out of the red bikini, causing his jaw to drop. His lustful eyes roamed all over your naked body. You wanted him right now.

You moved towards him, pushing him against the wall, connecting your lips to your his. Wooyoung kissed you back while his hand traveled down to your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You pulled away to move your lips to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses just as much as you. You sucked and gently nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave a mark. Once you were done, you trailed kisses from his neck to his sharp jawline.

Wooyoung placed his hands on your waist to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, and you were facing the full-length mirror in the bathroom. You watched him kiss the skin between your neck and shoulder, making you suck in a breath. One of Wooyoung's hands moved to play with your tits while the other moved down to your heat. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the wetness there. His eyes were on your reflection in the mirror while he placed his finger on your clit, rubbing it in up and down motions while his other hand massaged your breast.

"Fuck!" you moaned, throwing your head back against him, eyes closing in pleasure.

"You like that, baby?" he rubbed your nub faster in circular motions. "Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at what I'm doing to you."

You opened your eyes and glanced at your reflection, watching Wooyoung pleasure your clit. Your breathing increased while he moved his fingers faster. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, and his other hand toyed with your nipple. He slipped two fingers into your entrance, spreading them open like scissors to stretch you out, making you moan and clench around his fingers.

"Woo, gonna cum soon," you cried out when you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Wooyoung removed his fingers. You gasped, eyes going wide. "Why would you...?"

He kissed your shoulder, a smirk on his face. "Did you really think I would let you cum this easily after what you did? Hmm? Dancing with another man when you knew I was watching you."

You smirked. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

Wooyoung snorted, taking your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. "I'm gonna show you who you belong to, baby," he said, pushing you onto the bed before hovering above you. He trailed kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss and a little suck before trailing kisses further down your body. He stops at your glistening heat, glancing up at you. "You're gorgeous," he stated, spreading your legs wider. He kept his eyes on you while his tongue flicked your nub. He ran his tongue along your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He gently sucked on your clit. "W-Woo, oh fuck," you moaned, your hands moving down to grab his hair while he sucked harder. "I want you in me right now, Woo," you managed to say through heavy breaths; you really just wanted to feel him balls deep inside of you.

Wooyoung moved away from you, his eyes held slight worry. "Are you sure?" he asked, and you nodded in response. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, Woo. Please, I want you in me right now," you begged.

Wooyoung gave you a kiss before getting off the bed. He took a box of condoms out from his bag, taking out one of the foiled squares before turning to you. He slowly took his shorts and briefs off, making sure to tease you. You took in the sight of him, gasping at the sight of his naked, toned body.

Wooyoung climbed back onto the bed, ripping open the foil covering. He rolled the condom onto his length before hovering above you.

"Are you really sure about this?" he couldn't help but ask; he knew you were conscious about who you slept with.

You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him. "I'm sure about this, I promise. I love you, Wooyoung," you finally confessed.

A bright, happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He kissed you passionately, heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too, Y/N. Fuck I've been in love with you for so so long," he said, kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away. He positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, keeping his eyes on you while you adjusted to his size.

"You good, babe?" he asked once he was fully in.

You nodded. "You can move now."

Wooyoung thrusted in you slowly, sucking in a breath when he felt your walls clench around him. "So fucking tight," he remarked, rolling his hips against yours. He laced his hands with your own, leaning down to kiss you. "I love you so much," he murmured against your lips. You freed one of your hands to cup his cheek, pulling him back into the kiss. You swiped his lower lip with your tongue and he immediately gave you access to slither your tongue inside. Your tongues moved in a slow rhythm to match his slow thrusts, and your hand moved through Wooyoung's soft hair. You moaned and gently bit his bottom lip when you felt him hit your g-spot, making him smile and pull away. "I found your spot, didn't I?"

"Yeah..."

Wooyoung lifted one of your legs up, thrusting in faster and deeper. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head while you watched Wooyoung's cock move in and out of you.

Your back arched when he repeatedly hit your spot, and you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower area. "Woo..." you moaned, your walls wildly clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure. He reached down to rub your clit, making you squirm. "Cum for me, my love."

A few more thrusts and you screamed his name, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as you reached your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. Wooyoung came shortly after you, spilling his seed into the condom. He thrusted in a few more times before pulling out. He quickly disposed the used condom before moving back to the bed, pulling you into his arms. You stared up at him with loving eyes, making him kiss your forehead. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just... happy," you stated, running your hand through his hair that was slightly damp with his sweat. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

He snorted. "I assumed that too. I've been in love with you for nearly three years now. I was scared to tell you cause of our friendship..."

"You'll always be my bestfriend, Woo," you said, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His face fell a little; he wanted to be more than bestfriends. "But you've got an extra title now," you continued.

He gently pushed you away from his body so that he could see your face. "Which is?"

You smirked, leaning in to kiss him. "My boyfriend."

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw // fluff

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: slow burn (?), penetrative sex, dom jean, praising kink, slight breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, confessions, cute jean (yes this needs a warning) cheesiness.

synopsis: you discover something jean has been keeping for himself and it ends up adding all the puzzle pieces together.

a.n: i don’t usually add songs for you to listen to while reading my work, but if you want to get in the mood stream Last Days Of Summer by Summer Walker. thank me later.

i would also like to add that this was meant to be a short series. i got other fan-fiction ideas and need to answer some of your requests. also, i know this part is kind of cheesy but jean is a big softie i can’t help it.

“Connie, what’s taking you so long?” I yelled from our porch, swirling my car keys around my finger. I heard more shuffling coming from our apartment before Connie rushed out, Jean following him, throwing his hoodie on, covering the shirt that was squeezing his muscles.

“I was looking for my dab pen,” he took a hit and blew the smoke in my face. I coughed pushing his shoulder making him miss the step and almost colliding with the ground. I snickered and walked past Jean to my car door before he grabbed my arm and pushed me back.

“Passenger seat babe.” he looked down at me with his lazy smile. I scoffed swatting his arm away, only to be lifted from the ground. “Jean you prick!” I yelled moving my legs around.

“And I’m the kid.” Connie laughed getting in the backseat, clearly not suspicious of his homie’s behavior. I sighed getting into the passenger seat and crossed my arms.

Jean mirrored my action, before cussing, as he felt squeezed by how tiny the space was. “Damn aren’t you a small thing?” he teased backing up the seat so he could feel more comfortable. He smacked my thigh making my eyes widen. I looked down to see him holding out his hand, motioning me to give him the keys. I rolled my eyes and slammed them down his hand. He chuckled before shaking his head and mumbled something underneath his breath.

He wrapped his arm around my seat, tilting his head backward, putting the car in reverse, and slowly drove back. He winked at me before he shifted gears. The car ride was basically Connie singing out loud to songs and Jean casually joining in, their interaction reminding me of Hitch and I.

After what happened last night, I texted the girls’ group chat and told them everything that happened and how Jean was suddenly becoming more and more possessive which was honestly uncalled for. If I want to overthink it, he was always somewhat flirtier with me than he was with any girl when we used to hang out back in the day. However, Sasha and Mikasa didn’t elaborate much into it as they told me to shrug it off, whilst Hitch was rather excited about me having a ‘sneaky link’.

And honestly, I’d be lying if I said he didn’t turn me on… I mean look at him. He’s at least 6 feet tall with sexy sleeve tattoos and a gorgeous mullet. His stubble fit him perfectly and his jaw was sharp. He looked so different and delicious.

“We’re here!” Connie shouted into my ear, shaking me off of my thoughts. Jean had already parked and was taking his seatbelt off. I followed his gesture and got out of the car, carefully closing the door behind me, Connie already outside taking a few hits of his dab pen. Our gaze locked, his lips instantly forming into a smile as he threw his arm around my shoulders and brought my head closer to his lips, kissing my temple. I grinned wrapping my hand around his torso and leaned my head on his shoulder.

I was lucky to have a brother like him. He always made sure I was okay and had everything I need and wanted. He was my support system and I couldn’t ask for more. “All good?” he mumbled, tilting his slightly towards Jean who was typing something on his phone, probably waiting for us before going into the diner.

I nodded and he squeezed my arm. “Come on, let’s go inside, the weather is chilly today.” Jean held the door open as we walked in and spotted an empty table. It was connected to a couch, two other chairs placed on the opposite side of the table.

I sat on the couch, my back relaxing into the soft red leather, before feeling the seat dip next to me. I tilted my head, only to be met with Jean’s cocky expression. Connie managed to sit on one of the chairs and tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “Y’all in the mood for burger and fries?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving,” Jean stated leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs. I nodded and took out my phone from my pocket setting it on the table. We called over for the waitress and placed our orders. “I forgot to ask you, how are your studies going y/n?” he added, dropping his head on his fist that rested against the wood and looked at me. Connie rested his elbows on the table, intrigued by the conversation.

“I’m doing good actually. I still have some things to get done and I’ll finally have some free time for myself. I honestly can’t wait until I’m done with this semester. It’s so tough and for what.” I whined, dropping my head against my crossed arms. His hand wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me towards him, my head colliding with his chest. Taken off guard, my arms wrapped around his torso. “Aw, come on you’ll do great, you got nothing to worry about.” he patted my head and gently stroked my hair. I blushed at his move, my stomach forming a knot. He was being extremely soft and gentle and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't surprising.

“Here you go.” the waitress cheered placing our food down. She eyed Jean before averting her gaze from him as he pushed me closer to him, my head closer to his chest. I breathed into his cologne and managed to hear his heartbeat. Fast. His heart was beating so fucking fast.

Connie didn’t seem to mind as he laughed at his phone before turning it to Jean, showing him the picture of a half-naked model showing off her ass, a man who looked to be her boyfriend standing next to her. “Baldie I’m still here.” I scrunched my face. “Although the dude is kinda hot,” I added. Once the following words left my lips, Jean’s hand swiftly moved down my ass to grab it, making me slightly jump. I looked up to see him glaring down at me then looked back at Connie’s phone. Did this just happen?

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” He cocked his eyebrow making Connie roll his eyes. “Man you used to like it when I showed you pictures like that." he shook his head locking his phone. He stayed silent for a few seconds before pointing at Jean with a big grin. "Oh my god, you are seeing someone!” he whispered.

I removed myself from Jean’s grasp and adjusted my clothes as I dived into my food, enjoying the warm feeling down my throat. “Nah dude, although I must admit that I've been thinking nonstop about someone lately,” he confessed taking a bite of his burger, Connie doing vulgar movements with his hands before he did the same.

“Jesus Connie,” I whined throwing a fried potato at him. “We’re eating.”

“Um, excuse me?” He scoffed as Jean laughed, muttering a small 'here we go', obviously aware of what my brother was about to say next. “The Jean Kirschtein I know doesn’t catch feelings. This dude is a damn sex machine. Which I can relate to but you know what I’m saying." he raised his hands up. "Now tell me, who got you so wrapped around their fingers you can’t even flirt with other women now?” He paused before adding, “ And don’t think I forgot how you pushed off that girl who tried to grind on you two days ago at the club.” I frowned, all of this not making any sense to me. How could he be sleeping with me but seeing someone else at the same time?

I felt sick, my fingers dropping the sauce I was about to pour on my fries as I excused myself to the bathroom. I made my way into the small area and looked at my reflection. I felt dirty. I felt used. Was I going to wreck a whole relationship? Or whatever he calls it.

The door swung open minutes after, revealing Jean. He had a serious expression on his face as he approached me, my ass now pressed against the sink, his tall frame towering me.

“Why’d you leave?” he questioned moving my hair from my face, cupping my cheeks. “I wanted to wash my hands,” I replied trying to free myself from his grasp but miserably failed. I frowned as I tried to push him away again, but his hands grabbed my wrists holding them down. “I don’t believe you, I think you got jealous,” he smirked, his lips inches away from mine. I glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he was seeking.

“Jean let me go. Someone might walk in and Connie is waiting for us outside, also, the food won’t stay hot for long and I want to-“

“I was talking about you silly.” he interrupted me, his thumb now rubbing my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it’s unreal,” he mumbled. “Can I kiss you?”

What was happening… I stared into his eyes that were focusing on my lips. Could he be telling the truth? What if he just wants to get in my- oh wait, he already did… Fuck that was so overwhelming.

“Jean I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“Yes or no?” I thought for a moment before softly nodding. “I need to hear it.”

“I want you to kiss me…” I whispered almost as if I didn’t want anyone to hear me, including him. I’ve always felt different around Jean and I never knew why, at least until now. He smiled lifting my head up with his finger under my chin, his lips resting against mine gently. My hands gripped onto his hoodie, kissing him with much passion.

I felt safe. I felt good. I felt content.

“You got my heart working overtime, y/n.” he confessed. I wasn’t able to process everything as it all felt like a fever dream. What if I just wake up and it turns out to be a dream. Did he just confess that he likes me in a diner’s restroom? My heart was beating so fast, my thoughts furiously rushing through my brain.

After Jean left to study in France, we never kept in touch. It is true that we used to be friends because of his friendship with Connie and it always felt different from my other friendships with other men like Eren or Reiner, but the distance and the lack of communication turned us into strangers and killed the ‘connection’ that was bonding us. I thought it was just a tiny teenage crush, but ever since he came back, everything returned to the way it used to be.

“Connie is probably getting worried about me.” I said making him let go of my grasp, his eyes still holding the same expression as before. I made my way out of the restrooms and slid my hands into my pockets. “Hey, I was about to follow you, you good?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled at him and sat back down taking small bites of my food.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right?” he took a sip of his soda looking at me worryingly. “Of course, I’m fine really.” I reached out to squeeze his hand. A few minutes went by and Jean was back on the table with us. We jumped from a conversation to another, casually laughing as we brought back the old days.

Connie proposed to drive back and we didn’t mind since we both fell full from the food. Jean sat in the passenger seat as I lead down on the backseat, texting the girls every single detail of what happened today. It didn’t take them long to start bombarding me with replies.

‘Holy fuck he said what now? He’s fucking WHIPPED.’

‘I did hear him saying something about a girl when we hung out with Connie four days ago but I would have never thought that it would be about you…’

Seriously Sasha? I sighed and locked my phone dropping it on my chest. It didn’t take us long to arrive at the apartment we were now sharing with him.

***

I dropped on my bed, stripped down naked as my blanket was the only material covering me. I thought about what Jean told me back in that diner. I sighed closing my eyes. As I was almost about to fall asleep, my phone chimed on my nightstand.

I reached out to grab it, the message showing on my lock-screen making me open wildly my eyes.

-jean

you up? if you are, can i come into ur room?

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my keyboard, occasionally typing something then deleting it.

-me

why? wassup?

It didn’t take him long to text me back.

-jean

i can’t sleep and i want to talk to you

I sighed typing a simple ‘okay’ and got up to put a shirt on. I heard a light knock on my door as I slid on the fabric, my hand reaching out to turn the doorknob.

“Hi,” I stepped aside, indicating him to come in before carefully closing the door. He sat on my bed and tapped on the mattress. I sat next to him and waited for him to talk about whatever he’s been wanting to get off his chest.

“About what I said earlier, uhm,” he cleared his throat.

“If you’re here to say that you didn’t mean it, you could have said it over text.” I assumed raising my eyebrow. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened to me and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any bullshit, especially after getting my feelings mixed up. If he was about to mess around, I should do the same and ignore whatever I was feeling, hoping it would fade away over time.

“No, why would I do that?” he frowned and looked at me weirdly. Oh well, spoke too soon I guess. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Listen y/n,” he paused searching for the words. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this to get laid. We made an agreement and if I just wanted to have sex with you I wouldn’t have said anything about well, liking you.”

I stayed silent waiting for him to finish. The moonlight was the only source of light in the room as it peeked through my window. It was quite peaceful. “I think, no, I know I’ve liked you for a while. I never acted on it because your brother once threatened me jokingly about messing me up if I hurt you, and regarding the person I used to be, I would have most probably ended up hurting you and because of that, I decided to sleep on whatever I was feeling and hoped I'd move on from it. But holy fuck you and grew into such a smart and beautiful woman, I couldn’t help but let my feelings for you emerge again.” He cupped my cheek with his hand bringing me closer.

Fucking hell someone pinch me right now, I must be dreaming.

“However if you don’t like me back, or don’t want to hook up with me anymore, I’d totally understand.” I stared at him as I felt like I was looking at a different person. Now I get why Connie was so surprised when he heard Jean talking like that back at the diner. That wasn’t the Jean I was used to, or at least the Jean he became when he left for college. I wasn’t familiar with this new character development if I might call it.

“Why… why are you telling me all of this now?” I whispered, shifting in my seat to sit closer to him, our knees slightly brushing against each other. He brought his hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me closer to him. “You got my mind going crazy.” and with that, I pressed my lips against his, instantly feeling his lips kiss me back.

I straddled his lap and slid my tongue between his lips, our kiss sloppy and slow. His hands moved down to grip my ass, pushing me further to him, my bare cunt brushing against the soft fabric of his shorts. A moan escaped my lips as he gripped the hem of my shirt, lifting it, my nipples exposed to the chilly air. "Wait..." I pulled away and rested my hands on his chest. "We're gonna have to tell Connie."

He smiled and reached out to kiss me again. "First thing tomorrow. I don't think your brother is that oblivious anyway." he chuckled and squeezed my hips. I laughed, bringing his face closer to mine kissing him gently.

Our make-out session became more urgent ad rushed. Jean lied back, his hands resting on my waist as I took off my shirt. His hands reached out to grab my breast, fondling it with his big hand. My hips moved against him, the feeling of wanting to be filled by him becoming unshakeable. Removing myself off his hips, I crawled down and pulled down his sweats along with his briefs, his erection slapping against his stomach. I smirked at him as I began pumping his length, soft groans escaping his lips. I swirled my tongue over his tip and slit before sliding him down my throat, coating him with my spit. "Shit," his hips bucked forward, his cock going deeper down my throat. I started bobbing my head, my tongue running over his underside, feeling the pulsation of his prominent vein. Our eyes locked, his mouth agape and his chest slightly rising from his deep breathing. His hand fell on his eyes as he threw his head back, his fat cock now throbbing.

“Y/n, ah, fuck-“ he hissed grabbing a fistful of my hair and guided my head. I knew he was close and it made me wet as well. My fingers were already rubbing circles on my sensitive bud, my climax as close as his. I removed his dick from my mouth and straddled his lap. I aligned him to my entrance and slowly sunk onto him, sighs leaving both of our lips.

He felt insanely deep within me, his size stretching perfectly. I rested my hands on his chest as I ground on him, his hand lacing around my neck to bring me closer to him, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped in my mouth as his hand made their way to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and moving me upwards. I moaned into his mouth, my nipples brushing against his chest. I sat back up, my hands prompted back on his chest as I bounced my ass on him.

“Ride my cock baby just like that.” he moaned out. We were both already close to our orgasm, the sensitivity sending us off the edge. “You ride me so good, but-“ he sat up pushing me off him. “I want to fuck it in you,” he smirked pulling me off the bed and walking me to the wall, my back pressed against it. He wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me up, my legs snaking around him.

“Now stay quiet while I stuff you eh?” he breathed, pushing his tip inside me before thrusting his hips forward, almost hitting my cervix. My face hid in the crook of his neck, doing my best to silence my moans. My back moved against the cold wall, his whimpers and moans growing louder in my ear.

I shut my eyes close when he began rolling his hips faster, my orgasm rushing through my body. “Jean…” I whimpered tugging on his hair, my heels digging in his back. My arm was wrapped underneath his, my fingers scratching his back. I clenched around him making him hiss and fuck me harder, indicating that he was also close to reaching his climax.

“You wanna come with me?” I nodded staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah…” I mumbled out, biting down on my lower lip to keep quiet. “Yeah?” he mocked with a smirk before he started kissing my neck, occasionally leaving small bites next to my collarbone.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my thighs shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. He quickly followed ropes of cum shooting inside me. He whimpered, stroking himself a little bit more before pulling out and carefully putting me down. As soon as my feet touched the floor, his semen began leaking out of my opening down my leg.

“Well shit better clean that.” he ran his fingers up my legs before pushing his cum back in me making me gasp. “You’re good now,” he smirked before lifting me off again, this time in bridal style as he walked me to the bed, carefully putting me down. “I would’ve loved to shower with you,” he stroked my cheek, his body hovering over me. “But I don’t want your brother walking in on us like that. At least not before I tell him everything.” he poked my nose before kissing my forehead.

I nodded my head, smiling at him. “I like you so fucking much,” he admitted once again, this time his lips kissing mine.

“I like you too.” he cocked an eyebrow at my confession. “I knew it,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.

***

“Uhh, back the fuck up.” Connie pointed at Jean who was wrapping his arm around me in the kitchen. “You two like each other?” he waved his finger between us before stuffing his fork in his mouth again. I nodded and pushed myself closer to Jean. “Oh no.” he groaned pushing himself off his stool.

“No no no no no…” he repeated in annoyance as he walked past us. I frowned, turning to see him throwing himself on the couch. He threw his head back, another groan leaving his lips as he ran his hands us his face.

“I thought you’d be happy for me, what’s-“

“You had sex while I was in here?” he accused us dramatically in a high-pitched voice, faking his tears. Jean instantly laughed at his friend’s accusation. I let out a sigh of relief and shook my head before laughing at Connie who was fake gagging.

“We only did it the night you saw us together.” I played off. Connie gave me a ‘you think I’m stupid’ look and sighed.

“It was an everyday thing.” Jean corrected making me elbow his waist. He winced pinching my hip earning another hit. “Seriously man?” Connie whined. I mean, at least he wasn’t mad about us liking each other. The only thing that irked him, which is by the way overdramatized and ends up being one of his silly plays, is the fact that I had sex with him when he was sound asleep.

Connie sighed, his annoyed expression turning into a sly one. “I knew you two were fucking!” he laughed sticking his tongue out and clapping his hands. “Now that I’m positive that my sister got cuffed by someone I trust, I can finally sleep in peace.” I rolled my eyes before raising my hand to smack him but Jean pulled me closer to him making it impossible for me to move.

I looked up only to be met with his browns orbs already looking down at me with pure adoration. I could tell he was going to be one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I couldn’t be more thankful. Connie was still talking but I didn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I buried my face into his red hoodie and held him tightly. Who would have thought that my insignificant crush would actually make me feel so lucky?

“-she was and still is everything I’ve always wanted.” I heard him say before kissing my forehead.

[heejojo]

Mr Hollywood

summary: Sim Jaeyun had made it, he had finally fulfilled his dream of being an artist but he had to leave the place he called he called home promising he would come back when everything was okay. He’s back now but are you sure it’s the same Jake you once knew?

genre: fluff, minor angst, childhood lovers turned exes to lovers again

pairing: Celebrity Sim Jaeyun x non-celebrity reader (with enhypen and treasure appearances)

warning: none

word count: 4.1k

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“And the Artist Of The Year Award goes to none other than...” the announcer said, keeping you all at the edge of your seats. Everyone here had voted for Jake so many times so that he would win. The announcer looked at the folded card in his hand before smiling and saying.

“Jake Sim!” The screams of everyone in the beer parlour with you watching the award ceremony were probably louder than those in the venue itself. You all watched in pride as the look of shock was evident on his face and he shakily walked to the podium to collect the award. You smiled at how good he looked, he had come so far from the boy you once knew here.

Five years ago, Jake had left his hometown, where he grew up for 18 years to pursue his dream. Granted, not everyone is supposed to stay for the rest of their lives but he thought he was going to stay but he made up his mind to leave for his passion. You all supported him even if you weren’t able to talk to him because of his busy schedule. Being able to cheer him from the sidelines was what you were content with. He was the pride of the town and people did not hesitate to show him off.

He gave the announcer a bow and collected the award. You could see the way his hands shook as he collected the award as if it felt unreal that he won.

“I would like to thank God for the ability to get to this point today and to thank my parents for always teaching me the right way and having the courage to let their child pursue his dreams even if it meant that I would be very far away; almost out of reach even. I love you. To all those that have continuously supported me and listened to my music, thank you. To the staff that have worked so hard and everyone I've had the pleasure of meeting, a big thank you to you" he said and walked off.

The excitement of the crowd reduced and everyone eventually retired to their homes while chatting amongst themselves. You think about the award one more time, feeling happy for him and move on. After all, the same way Sim has a life to live is the same way you do also.

The next day, when you wake up you feel a shift in the atmosphere. The birds are still chirping, yes but something feels unusual. You brush off the paranoia you feel and decide to do your usual morning duties and carry on with your day. While other people your age wanted to have prestigious jobs(not like there was anything wrong with that), you wanted something simple and had decided on being either a cafe owner or a florist.

Sadly, the cafe owner agenda wasn't able to work out because everyone in the vicinity was now aware of the way you burned down a cafe trying to bake and collectively decided that you should not be allowed to make food for people. Flowers were better than running a cafe shop. You stayed with your flowers and you were able to give

someone a flower when they needed it.

Need a flower for your mother? You got it, a daylily was exactly what they needed. Wanted to attend a funeral? Take a bouquet of lilies. It was easy to understand and you didn't directly put anyone in harm’s way. Although your shop was hardly ever full, you were content with everything.

That's why you're shocked when you find a line of people waiting to be let into your shop at 9 am. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but you opened the door nevertheless. At the end of the day, you were the one earning the money. You had things to buy, didn't you?

You take your place at the counter and start attending to the customers. They didn't tell you to pick out one for them and just chose it themselves. The crowd slowly reduced till there was only one person left. When there remained a few people, you quietly moved to one person to ask for the reason why they were so cheerful today.

"Jungwon, do you know why everyone is so happy today? My shop was full today!"

"Are you complaining about it?" He asks. Jungwon was the son of the cafe shop owner. He came to your shop frequently when he was on his break and you would talk to each other.

“Of course, I’m not. I just want to know what’s making everyone come here all of a sudden. Even old man Jay came here and you know that man never leaves his house. He bought a red carnation and I’m confused because who does he have affection for that he’s getting them flowers”

“He has a wife you know”

“Please, the last time they had a conversation with each other was when he asked for a divorce” you deadpanned.

“Look Y/N, who’s the one person in this town anyone would do anything for?”

“Kim Junkyu?”

“Close but not him, I wouldn’t do anything for him” Jungwon stated making you roll your eyes.

“The only person left is Sim Jaeyun and we know it’s not possible”

“Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner”

You give him a shaky smile before asking him, “You’re joking right?”

“I’m not,” he says sincerely. You nod your head and go sit on the nearest stool. Placing a hand on your throat as you begin to scratch at it (something you did when you were nervous) and just sit in silence while Jungwon continues talking.

“After the award ceremony, his management released a statement on his Instagram saying that he would be going on hiatus for two months to visit his family. So we townsmen decided to get flowers to pave the road with because he would be coming back. We would have used gold leaves but it’s too expensive”

He continued talking and talking while you were still trying to process the fact that Jake would be coming back. Physically he was still going to be the same Jake you had a crush on before he left but personality-wise? You doubted that. You heard stories of the way fame had changed people; the love from others would get to their heads and make them overly egotistical. A part of you knew that he wouldn’t change but the other part was unsure. Before he left, you made him promise to not change and while you knew promises could be broken, you knew he wouldn’t break them.

“Jungwon, I want to close the shop for today. I’m not feeling too well and want to rest a bit”

“No problem Y/N! If you want, I can stay here and do business for you”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve made enough money today to last me for next month” you say and shoo him away.

At home, you just sit and think for some time before getting up to make some tea and reminiscing about your high school memories. You hardly had feelings for people so when you did, you let them know immediately. When you told Jake that you liked him, he told you that he felt the same. You ignored him for a week after that because you didn’t think that far. After that, you met up with him and explained the reason why you avoided him. You went out with each other for less than 2 weeks and during that period, he had told you about his dreams of becoming an artist and you supported him wholeheartedly.

He would carry your books from school and you both would walk home together every day. He'd play the violin for you because he was good. You'd both pet stray cats and run when they started chasing you. All good things came to an end when he told you that he had to leave to pursue his dream. You both knew you were too young to even attempt a long-distance relationship so you let each other go even though it hurt. You’d watch his music videos and support his activities even though there was a possibility he would never return. Now that he was going to be here, how were you going to cope knowing that your feelings for him were still the same while his feelings could have gone, especially with all the beautiful people in the industry?

That night, while everyone was outside welcoming Mr Hollywood, you stayed in your house dreading the days that would come. The town was small so there was no way that you wouldn’t bump into him. The voices were loud when you tried to sleep. Seems like everyone was ecstatic that Jake had come back. The noise wasn’t able to let you sleep but deep down you knew it was because you were nervous.

You decide to bake cookies to reduce the stress you are currently feeling. You had learnt from your mistakes and no longer burnt kitchens (your kitchen being valid proof of that), but Jungwon’s dad still wouldn’t lift his ban. You baked cookies till 2 am before you were really tired enough to sleep. You had baked almost a hundred cookies that night.

The next morning, you made sure to wake up early so you wouldn’t run into anyone. Thankfully, the townspeople didn’t want to buy flowers that morning and got started on the orders that people out of town had placed. You brought cookies for Jungwon so he could test them. You were trying to fix the counter when someone walked in, making the bell jingle. Assuming it was Jungwon, you say, “Jungwon the cookies are on the counter. Test them and tell me what you think, don’t eat them and run away”

“I’m not a Jungwon but can I talk to Y/N?” You’re startled but you freeze, instantly recognizing the voice. Jake Sim.

“Hello, what would you like?” you asked with a forced smile. You were way too close, the proximity was making you uneasy. He looked a bit disappointed with the way you answered him but what did he expect to come to? It had been five years.

“I just wanted to tal-” he is cut off by Jungwon bursting through the door.

“Y/N, you will not believe who I saw. I saw Jake Sim with my very own two eyes. He looks so much hotter in real life. Do you think he’d sign my back if I asked-” he stopped instantly when he saw the person that was in the flower shop.

He looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth was agape. Looking at you, then at Jake and then you again. He brought his hand to his head and he hit it hard making you startled.

“Sorry I will leave now,” Jungwon said.

“To cry” he murmured, making you chuckle. Jungwon was someone that cried when he did something embarrassing.

“Jungwon wait,” you say and walk to give him the cookies you had packed for him with a little note.

“Eat them and get back to me when you’re less you know...embarrassed” He snatches them from your hands and makes a run for the door. You giggle then you remember that Jake was still present. Turning to face him, you ask if he wants anything. “I want to talk to you”

You motion him to sit on the spare chair you had and he obliges. Before you even ask him a question, he begins, “Was that your boyfriend?”

“No, not that it concerns you though”

“Where you last night? I saw everyone but you. The Johnny kid said you were feeling ill. I doubt that wasn’t true as you made cookies. The last time I remembered, you were really bad at anything relating to the kitchen”

“Times change and people change, Jaeyun. It’s been 5 years since we last had a conversation with each other. I’m not the same and I’m sure you’re not the same either”

“Let’s get to know each other again. Do things the old fashioned way. Go on dates, paint, and bake with each other. Do some of the things we could have done 5 years ago.”

“And then when you have to leave and have no contact with each other again”

“I won’t do that, I promise. Never again.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Let me prove it to you-”

He’s cut off by the entrance of another customer and stands up to leave but you don’t miss the longing look in his eyes. You hope he can see the same look in yours that’s covered by hurt and waiting for someone to return.

You were not expecting Jake to be at your store first thing on a Friday morning. He was even earlier than you and you're the boss.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. He was bouncing on his feet and looking cherry when you hadn’t even gotten enough sleep.

“I’m here to take you out. Do it like the old times where I’d wait for you so we could go to school together”

“I have work to do today and I’m going to be booked so another time”

“I have come to offer my assistance so tomorrow we can go out together”

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“I’m on a hiatus, I’m free for almost two months and if you want I can be free for more. Imagine all the things we could do in that time” he trails off, fantasizing when you hadn’t even told him that you still liked him. Meanwhile, you had opened the door and walked in.

"Aren't you going to come in and stop thinking of cute stuff?" you ask him and he quickly runs in, flustered.

He takes a look around and puts on a determined face and gets a broom and starts cleaning. For someone that's supposed to be a celebrity, he was cleaning like an employee. You take a rag and wipe all the surfaces and take care of the flowers. After an hour, the shop is ready to open. Customers come rolling in once they see a new help. Although they're surprised, they don't question it.

During your break, Jake picks up a chrysanthemum and hands it to you. "It's for you because you're beautiful," he says

"Hate to rain on your parade but if you gave me this in Italy, it means you wish I were dead" and with that, he takes back the flower instantly and brings a single red rose. You receive it with a small laugh, finding it funny when he doesn't want you misinterpreting him. You were having a sweet moment with him until Jungwon came in again.

"I'm getting tired of seeing you here Mr Sim. As much as I adore you, I need to meet my friend" he states and pulls you to the back. "Care to explain why Jake Sim is in your store again!?"

"Nope" you respond, popping the p. He brought his hand to his forehead and tried to relax his muscles because according to him, he doesn't want to look forty-five when he's thirty years old.

"Look, it's weird coming here and seeing you have company. I'm not against you having company seeing as you've been lonely the entire time I've known you but, I can't stay in his presence! Why must a man Look so gorgeous!? He's ruining my already broken esteem. Everybody saw him in real life and was wondering how a man could look that good."

"They saw him when he was seventeen years old," you tell him.

"And he's twenty-three now! He doesn't look the same and I don't even need to have known him then to know now"

"Jungwon, I want you to get to the point," you tell him, basically pleading at that point because your break would soon be over.

"I'll see you when I have enough confidence to meet him," he says and leaves the store. You shake your head at his overdramatic behaviour and continue with your day. Jake proves to be amazing assistance and you got things done quicker and even closed earlier.

"Thank you for offering help, you can go home now. See you tomorrow" you say in an attempt to shoo him out.

"I want to walk you home" he announces and goes with you home.

"Do you hate me for not talking to you?" he asks.

"I don't hate you. To be honest, I think we both did the right thing by not talking to each other. It was good we had each other in mind but I would have caused too much of a distraction for you. It was great you focused on your career and achieved your goals. I did well too"

"Johnny boy said you were lonely though," he said.

"Number one, I know you know his name is Jungwon but you're just being petty. Two, why were you eavesdropping on our conversation and three, I still had a bit of hope that one day you'd return. I didn't think that you'd come" you say truthfully. The night was making you vulnerable when answering his questions.

"I always asked my mum how you were doing when I called her, you know? I wanted to check up on you without doing so myself. I'd ask her to give you a pop tart because I knew they were your favourite"

Even though he was still far away, he still had kept you in his mind the same way you did for him.

You got home and stayed at the door before you took him by the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together and have fun". He gives you a soft smile and watches you go in before he retires to his own home.

The following day, you're waiting for him to come. You had tried to dress up for the date but didn't want to underdress or overdress since he hadn't told you where you were going. So you decided to wear a simple sundress and made yourself look nice. He arrived wearing something as casual as you in a car.

"Is this your dad's?" you questioned.

"Yup, I borrowed it to take you out,” he says and winks at you. You shake your head laughing and get in the passenger seat and he drives.

“Where are we going?” you ask, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there” you don’t respond but wind down the window and feel the wind on your face which makes you smile.

You catch Jake glancing at you while he’s driving and he doesn’t even try to hide it. “At least try to pretend you’re not starting”

“I can’t help it, you’re so pretty” This kid, he was making it too easy for you to fall for him.

“Do you still like me, Jaeyun?” you inquire.

“I do,” he said with certainty. Has he always been this bold? You don’t say anything and continue to look out so he reaches over and takes one of your hands in his while he uses his other one to drive. You look at him but just continue doing what you’re doing.

“You might not believe me but I mean it,” he says, lightly squeezing your hand as a form of reassurance.

He stops the car at an aquarium and you both come out. You have a wonderful time and although people recognize him and are surprised to see him with you, they don't say anything and leave you alone. You smiled that day more than you had ever smiled before.

"The fishes look good to eat" you whisper in his ear and he playfully smacks your arm and jokes.

"You monster! How can you say that!?" to which you jokingly shrug.

After the aquarium, he takes you to a flower field. "I did my research this time so I don't give you a wrong flower." He picked up a primrose and says, "I know this one means love is eternal so I'm giving it to you because no matter the distance between us, our love will be forever"

You feel warm this time and know that even if he were to leave again, the distance wouldn't matter because together, you both could overcome anything.

"You're all I need" you manage to say.

"When did you get all sentimental?" he teases and you chase after him in the flower field. When you get tired, you lie down on the grass and he lays next to you. Your hands find his hands amid all the grass and you squeeze it. Unknowingly, you fall asleep next to him.

The next weeks that follow include you two bonding and Jake having fun and being relaxed. He was able to write a song but wouldn't let you see the lyrics, saying it wasn't something he wants you to see yet. You met his parents and thanked his mum for taking care of you indirectly and conversed with his dad too. You could tell that he hadn't forgotten any of the values his parents had thought him. He grew up surrounded by a lot of love so he had more than enough to give.

He also met your parents and he was nervous even though you had tried to reassure him that they wouldn't do anything to him. Your father tried to act scary but deep down you knew he had a soft spot for him. Your mom was showering with more affection than she gave you and Jungwon tried stylishly asking him for his celebrity crush numbers.

"Jake, since you're dating my friend can you link me up with Han Sohee? You've worked with her before, help a friend out"

"I'll ask her but no promises" Jungwon was so happy the entire day.

A few days before Jake had to go back because his hiatus was over, you both were talking about how things would be while baking muffins.

"Y/N don't think I won’t talk to you when I go because I can already see the gears turning in your head."

"Pass me the butter Jaeyun"

"Are we back to the first-name basis? Call me the sweet names" he whined.

"Just pass the butter babe" and he passes it instantly.

"Now back to what you were saying, I know you won't forget me obviously and if you try I I can always take a flight to get to you." You tell him. You weren't going to wait around for him anymore. If you missed him, you'd go see him if he was unable to come to see you.

"Better, I was already worried," he says and gives you a back hug.

The day he left was bittersweet and you shed a few tears. It took a lot of willpower to not cry in front of him. You didn't want him to leave but you knew that he had a job to get to and you couldn't be in the way of that.

You both regularly kept in touch, calling each other at least twice a week to catch up on what had happened during each other's week. He hadn't told you that he released a new song and you found out through his fanboy Jungwon who was now the self-acclaimed president of his fan club.

"Y/N, have you heard Jake's new solo? I cried to it for an hour straight" You didn't have any time to check what was going on because someone had ordered flowers for their wedding and you had to get them done quickly.

"New solo?" you ask and Jungwon sits you down and plays the song for you. Truth be told, you cried as well. It felt like he was there with you telling you that he'd never change.

You watched the interview and when he was asked about the meaning or person behind the song, he said, "There's someone that I love and I wanted to let her know that no matter how famous I get, I won't ever change and she shouldn't change either". He looked directly at the camera then continued, "You're stuck with me forever".

That night, you called him and cried on the phone to him telling him about how you saw the interview.

"Y/N, you know I care about you" you sobbed even harder.

"I care about you too, forever"

"Forever baby, regardless of the distance"

[ohheyitsokay]

Okay so I finally came up with a Soulmate AU request to celebrate your (very well-deserved) milestone! How about a soulmark au with poly frontier? I’m really curious to hear your thoughts on how everyone would handle having the same mark as four other people! (Aside from Will and Benny of course - so maybe everyone else has two marks while they each have one??) - Ghost

ghost, my first fandom friend, by biggest encourager of self-indulgent chaos... I sincerely hope you enjoy

warnings: this takes place "in" my poly frontier au, which means it's 18+.

and by in, I mean this is an au to my au, so just... yeah. you know what's happening.

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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They knew, deep down that they were soulmates before the marks came in solid.

Even when there was just the faintest echo of shading, almost a bruise of a moment, they already knew.

Because the four of them, and Tom, had willing gone to hell and back with each other. They had felt the lifeblood bleed out of each other, and given their very breath to try to make up for it, sacrificed... everything, for each other. Not for their country, like the thought, and it wasn't even for the greater good that they survived - it was the men who's eyes found each other's across the fire that fortified their souls. And they'd been pushed and pulled and stretched together, and when only four remained, thoroughly broken and then healing together, they knew.

Months into therapy, each on their own, and a lifetime into tired phonecalls with quiet apologies, the tattoos solidified.

It was Santi who organized the dinner

"Can... can I ask you guys something?"

"A little late for that, don't you think?" Will’s words were without bite, and he sipped his drink carefully.

"Fuck off," he said begrudgingly, endearingly. "Your guy's... came in, too?" That part was false confidance, a thin veil over wild fear.

"Yep," Frankie's tone was matter-of-fact, satisfied. Glances and nods, they all... processed it. Benny swallowed the last of his drink and Frankie's knuckles ran over his thighs. Santi inhaled deeply before letting the breathe out slowly, trying to ignore the slight tremble of his hands.

It was messy, the soulmate talk. They'd been having it all their lives - the intricacies that even the world's most powerful governments still couldn't untangle. And Frankie and Santi each had two.

Will dragged his thumb through the condensation on his glass, looking involuntarily at his brother.

"I need to tell you guys something." Their heads shot up to look at him, and Benny almost laughed.

"There's someone else."

They were looking at him in blank shock, an appropriate reaction.

"Fuck."

"You know this... how, exactly?"

"Childhood friend. She got two, in college. Matches Will and me, the same as you guys. " Ben sounded almost giddy, his words making the chaos real.

"Mom hated it - was sure one of us was going to die or get our heart broken. But then we saw your guy's and -"

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Frankie was mad. It was too much - it felt unreal.

"She said she didn't want to choose either brother, said it didn't feel right."

"Now we know why, I guess." Benny's hand ran across Frankie's shoulder, his attempt to make light of it all had been put aside.

"She?"

"Yeah."

Pope dragged his hand along his jaw, drink forgotten. There was a familiar glint in his eye, and Will knew he felt it too - like it or not, it felt right. Frankie would take longer to convince - he looked like he wanted to crack his head open and cook whatever was inside.

"You guys should meet her."

Catfish made a strangled noise, and Will couldn't help but kiss his temple.

"Whenever you're ready."

-

It took weeks.

Frankie went silent for ten days, ignoring calls and texts, before Will came home and found him on his couch.

They talked for awhile and it was nice, different than therapy. Not about being Delta, not about Columbia or cocaine, they talked about... you. About how you'd been Will's first love, since he was a pretend knight in shining armor, and you'd asked to be the dragon. About how he'd seen that same look in Benny's eyes when you'd been the only one to turn up at one of his high school shows. Their long talks, trying to figure out how to move on from their soulmate, how impossible it felt until they all met on the force. About how scary it was, for all these friendships to become something so... unknown.

And over chili, Frankie sighed, and agreed to meet you. Because of Will, he was already in love with you more than he'd admit even to himself.

-

They invited you over to Santi's for dinner, not wanting to cause a scene at a restaurant.

Benny hugged you the moment you walked in, crushing your nerves and your ribcage at the same time. Your hand cradled his cheek, a reassuring touch.

Then Will gently pulled you into his arms, harboring you against his chest. He asked questions into your hair, and you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt before you nodded.

The one they introduced as Frankie - Catfish - didn't touch you but he might as well have. He stepping into your space, looking right into your eyes, standing over you like he was as tall as Ben. His words were kind, and careful. His tattoos matched yours.

The other - Santi, Pope - dropped the package of farmer's market veggies he'd been holding onto the ground. Then he shook your hand, while the others shot him looks like he'd grown an extra head. You wondered if Will had texted you the wrong names - he didn't seem excited to meet you like they'd said. If anything, he seemed caught off-guard, like there was a confidance you had taken away. But his tattoos matched yours.

Your nerves returned.

Food helped, polite conversations melting into teasing stories and giddy laughter. They ate a lot, and you smiled when they shared bites with each other. Under the table Benny’s hand found yours, and squeezed before he got distracted. Above, Will touched your cheek and for the first time, you let yourself lean into his warmth.

And when you began to clean the dishes, something shifted. Frankie's hands ran over yours in the soapy water, and he seemed startled, but he shifter closer to you, both of you flushing as you sought the touch again.

Moments later you stumbled upon Santi looking at the stars when you took out the trash. It was flattering, that such a man would be nervous because of you. Standing on your toes, you kissed his cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, grab so tight you though you understood his fears. His palm held your head against his neck,, and you wrapped your arms around his broad ribcage. Will found you like that, and leaned against the doorframe, watching.

You felt like you were free falling, and you could tell they felt it too. It was a lot to take in, but no one seemed like they wanted the night to end. Trading stories and sharing glances, it dragged on and on, until Francisco caught you yawning, and coaxed the evening to a close.

By the time he succeeded, you knew, and so did they. Marks be damned - this was it.

-

Your first individual date was with Benny. It wasn't as easy as either of you expected - his own anxiety about the situation finally catching up to his excitement. He was a good friend, always had been, always would be, and you knew him like the back of your hand. Dating had been off-limits for so long.... it was going to take time to rewrite.

"I just... I love you. I love you all so much." Your Ben was always honest. It would've felt like a crazy thing to say, on a first date, but everything about this wasn't traditional.

"I love you too, Ben, you know I do." Your voice was quiet, trying to convey how strange this was for you, too, and he let out a long, slow breath. After awhile, air full of thoughtful silence, his shoulders relaxed and he smiled, soft and happy.

His rough hands found yours again, and this time, he didn't let go until he had to.

-

When you met Frankie for lunch, you felt suddenly shy. His dark eyes felt like they could see right into your heart, and you fidgeted, hoping he liked whatever he saw.

He talked like he knew you, and you felt like he did, a strange comfort in the chaos of your worlds. When your wrist bumped your glass he caught both, hand lingering on your skin as he ducked his head and pulled his eyes away.

Words came easier, then, and more and more, until suddenly you felt like maybe fate know what it was doing.

Frankie was thoughtful - so thoughtful and careful and kind, you watched him in awe, tempted to hug him without abandon. And he talked with passion, about your boys, how they saved him time and time again, and how he took care of them, when you couldn't.

You realized, as you kissed his cheek goodbye, that he was the one who helped change Benny's tire, so he could make it to your birthday party a few years ago. Footsteps already on the way down the street, your heart tugged, begging you to take one last look at his fluffy curls and steady eyes. When you turned back, he was watching you, hands in his pockets, and you wondered as you waved if it was too soon to say you were head over heels for Francisco Morales.

-

Dinner with Santi felt the most like a first date, of all of them. He was quick to flirt, but his eyes held yours, and his smile was perfectly crooked, and you knew he meant every word.

He told you information, rather than stories, rambling excitedly, one train of thought stringing into the next. When he realized his tangents, he flushed, wringing his napkin as he apologized.

"Don't," you shushed him, "Tell me more, please."

He was silent for a moment, pausing to drink you in, heart racing in spite of himself. And then he resumed, and you thought maybe you got it.

For years, he'd had loves all around him, but... you were his first opportunity to be romantic in a dramatic way, as intense as his heart had ached for, silently. It was lovely, watching him settle into his skin, and when he kissed your temple that night, it was a thank you, and a promise.

Despite all logic, the free falling and stumbling steps towards whatever came next, he made you feel safe.

-

It was a familiar grassy hill, you met Will on, one you'd climb to when you were teens who needed to talk.

He sat close - closer than he ever had - but enough away that you could move, if you wanted to. It was strange, talking about the others with him, seeing the relief in his eyes as your honesty poured out. Moments later, he matched it, and you saw that golden glow as he smiled.

"I'm glad, really I am."

You waited.

"But..." gently, you bumped into him and he looked at you, blue eyes questioning. "I know you, Will."

His smile grew.

"Could I... I want to kiss you." It wasn't really a question - and he held himself back, watching for your response. There was no need to add I want to kiss you because I've been waiting to, aching to. Since we were kids - let me kiss you first. Please. Both lf you knew what he meant.

You weren't sure who leaned in first, but his hands, grabbed at your cheeks, fingertips in your hair, and his lips were warm and soft.

It, all of it, felt like home.

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My Kind

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warning: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on today’s stream of Among Us, it’s safe to say Y/N’s super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.

Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

This has to be the fiftieth time I’ve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, I’m definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isn’t in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, that’s a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me they’d picked me to be their guest streamer for today’s date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inexperienced in the streaming field, I’ve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toast’s streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which I’m honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didn’t even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it. 

I’ve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which I’ve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I don’t know why people obsess over faceless content creators’ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ain’t so bad, self-care and all that you know.

Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.

You see, it has layers.

I’m nervous of ‘preforming’ underwhelmingly and I’m nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think I’m putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that it’s about ten minutes till the stream starts, I’m getting doing my best to calm my nerves.

They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, that’s why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!

Easier thought than put into action that’s for sure.

I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far I’ve come. How much I achieved when I thought I’d be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself ‘good job’ for the milestones I’ve reached or the hard work I’ve put into my content, but that’s probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: ‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’ - simply put, I’m never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I don’t go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that I’ve done plenty for myself and others. And that’s what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.

Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!

Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.

“Hello!“ I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isn’t capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause that’s the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.

“Oh hi, Y/N!“ Toast is the first one to greet me, “Welcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.“

“Thank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.“ I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.

To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.

Aright, you’ve got a point, me.

“Oh please, we owe all that to our fans. We’re really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. We’re no legends.“ Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, “And from what I’ve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.“

“And I absolutely adore them.“ I chuckle, “They mean the world to me. They are the reason I’m here today.”

“Then we have to give them a special thank you, don’t you think?“ The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - it’s Rae, “Nice to meet you, Y/N! I’m Rae, and, no cap, I’m quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said he’d invite you.“

This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.

“Oh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. You’re all so sweet.“ I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.

“Oh please, we have some real savages around here.“ A male voice, seemingly Charlie’s scoffs, “Don’t overlook us please.“

“Wait, we do?“ A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, “Who? How come I don’t know about that?“

I can’t help bust snort, “Nice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.”

He laughs, “Just returning it to where it’s due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.“

Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, I’m bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.

“Thanks! I’m a horror junkie so I’d be lying if I said I haven’t binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.“

“Oh, you’re one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?“ He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. “I’ve had people tell me it’s twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit I’ve read is insane! Some stories I didn’t narrate cause I would’ve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.“

My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, “Careful, Corpse, you’re walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.”

“No need.“ Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, “I still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.“

“Please do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I can’t sleep afterwards, I’m blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.“ I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went? 

“Blame fully taken. Given that I’m not much of a sleeper, I’ll keep you company whenever you think there’s a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.“ He replies, chuckling.

“Um, that’s oddly specific.“ Charlie comments, “Been there yourself, buddy?”

“Perhaps.“ Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, “I will neither confirm nor deny.“

“You know what, I’ll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you don’t freak the fuck out. Sounds good?“ I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him. 

“Perfect. Wait...“ he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, “You don’t have mine.“

“Oh, do I not?“ I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course don’t have his number.

“Oh, do you?“ He sasses me right back. “If so then you don’t need me to send it to you. Cool.“

Ah, shit

“Wait, no! I-I need to confirm it’s the correct one!“

Damn, never did I think I’d be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? That’s a whole another level that will take me time to process. But I’ll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these people’s butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.

Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.

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[gyusbambi]

humph; han seojun (pt 5)

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story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note:  this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k

words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.

why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school. 

can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.

memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend. 

not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.

seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.

you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house

quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.

kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?! 

kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)

your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.

you: ew no please just save me from here okay?

the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation. 

i need to get outta here

but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room. 

after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious. 

“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.

“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.

“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.

what if he knows?!

from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss. 

after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.

“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.

“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,

“what the hell!”

han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,

“i had to do an experiment.”

“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”

more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,

“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”

acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.

“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”

when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh. 

he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,

“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”

“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,

“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”

the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you. 

but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”

of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”

“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.

“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.

unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,

“it was.”

your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his. 

hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.

breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”

after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.

“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.

“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”

“i didn’t know you had this.”

“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”

“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,

“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”

“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.

“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,

“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”

_

brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.

“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.

“what?”

“like strawberry lip balms.”

“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.

“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.

when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.

“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“

juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.

“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.

“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“

“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.

although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,

“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“

seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.

_

running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally. 

you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.

in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor. 

too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,

“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.

“running late again, zombie?”

you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.

completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,

“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,

“is this yours?”

“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer. 

and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class. 

he’s about to lose his mind. 

_

patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?

frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,

“do you know where y/n is?”

“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.

“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,

“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.

“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”

“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,

“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”

hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.

“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,

“good job.”

“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”

“as expected, cupid team never fails.”

_

seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor. 

eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.

while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while. 

hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure. 

letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,

“you scared me. again.”

“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.

“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.

“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”

“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.

after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. 

it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.

he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.

thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips. 

absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)

last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.

now he’s completely aware of his actions.

instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones. 

and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.

firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.

before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,

“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”

“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.

“strawberry taste.” 

his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”

seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”

“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,

“what do you mean?”

“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“you-”

“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”

“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.

“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”

“you succeeded.”

“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”

taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,

“i like you too, seojun.”

seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.

“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.

“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.

_

the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.

“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.

therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”

“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.

“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.

“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”

both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, seojunnie.”

that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.

and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.

_

the end!

this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,

your writer renjunes

[nekomas-kuroo]

can i maybe request kuroo, tendou, and bokuto with an s/o that like. absolutely adores them? the kind of s/o that they catch staring at them adoringly, the one that remembers details about them even they can forget sometimes, the one who thrives off of affection?? i love these boys so much its unreal (* >ω

okay i adore kuroo i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve written for my boy

masterlist

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo’s an observant little shit and we love him for that

he always notices when you’re staring at him adoringly, and it’s totally not because he was doing the same thing to you

it’s a well known fact that kuroo’s basically always got an eye on you. he can’t really help it, he just also adores you so much

he loves it when you hug him because he can feel how much you actually care about him, and it makes his heart just feel so warm

boy is absolutely head over heels for you, but he’ll try to play it cool

when you remember some dumb detail about a chemistry fact he told you, be still his heart he might marry you on the spot

he loves how content you are with just his affection. it’s something entirely different from being clingy. it’s appreciating and loving his presence when he’s there, and since he’s busy being a captain and third year, he’s trying his best to pour all his love into those little moments too

you two never verbally acknowledge how much you adore him, it’s just something you both know. through actions and the little things you do to show your love for him, he knows. and it doesn’t go unappreciated

tendou satori

tendou’s a bit put off at first when he catches you staring at him. he’s had a rough time with bullying in his childhood, and he’s worried it’s related to that

but when you confess to him it’s because you actually just adore him and literally everything he does? boy is on cloud nine

not that he’s gonna admit to you how much that means to him though. “well of course you adore me! i’m miracle boy sa! to! ri!”

tendou’s constantly talking, but when you bring up something he randomly threw in a conversation a few weeks ago and ask him how it went, he’s so soft??? like he gets a bit quiet, and looks at you with soft eyes, and is literally like “you... you remembered that?”

you remember the little acts of affection that he likes, like when he’s stressed you’ll run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp

he literally forgot how much he loved that, but somehow you remembered

once he realizes how much you love his affection, it’s over for him. he’s consistently got his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder from behind you

literally had an entire conversation with the team like that once, and when someone finally asked him if he was gonna let go of you he was like “nope. i got lucky with this once. i’m never letting go”

bokuto koutarou

bokuto doesn’t really realize how much you adore him. cause honestly? he adores you just as much, if not more

it takes akaashi talking to him about it for him to realize

“y/n adores me? ME? are you sure????? someone that perfect adores ME?” “yes bokuto. do you not see how y/n looks at you? or remembers really dumb facts about you?” not like akaashi doesn’t do this when he has a list of bokuto’s weaknesses

bokuto literally approaches you with this newfound discovery the next time he sees you

“Y/N DO YOU ADORE ME?” “of course i do bokuto!! who wouldn’t?” he cries. he literally cries.

the excitement you both feel when you see each other for the first time in a while is adorable. you’ve been in classes and haven’t seen each other? congrats you will now both do that dramatic slow motion run into each other’s arms

kuroo sat in the bleachers with you once at a fukurodani game and saw how you looked at bokuto with so much admiration. the look in your eyes and the smile on your face when bokuto went for one of his insane spikes? indescribable

kuroo took a picture of it and sent it to bokuto after the game. it’s now bokuto’s lockscreen

[glowinggator]

Happy Valentines Day!

Request: Hey since tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, think we can have a Rottmnt special? Like crush made them homemade chocolate and shyly gives it to them? ✨✨ pretty please! 🙏

Pairing: All, Non-Poly. (Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, & April O’Neil.) 

Content Warnings: None! Except for swearing?? I don’t know if people still tag for swears or not </3 

Word Count: 1658

You thank the universe that nobody could hear your heartbeat, for if they could, the world would surely fall apart at the intensity of its beats. Your face burns hot, and your body shakes with each step you take. You pray to every deity you can think of that you don’t drop the chocolate you stayed up all night making. Pan after pan and recipe after recipe lead you to this moment, finally finding the perfect concoction. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. No, it is perfect! Right? Fuck, what’s the backup plan if he doesn’t like it? Should you scrap it? Should you have brought some for everyone? You’re so lost in your thought, you hardly recognize your surroundings as you step into the lair. An enthusiastic “hey!” from your friends seals your fate: there’s no turning back now. No second-guessing.

You’re gonna give it to them. 

Raphael:

He’s so excited!! Chocolate? For him? From his crush?

He actually has to ask if you’re serious first, he can’t help it. Like really? Ethereal you made him homemade chocolate? He has to be dreaming.

“Are you sure you’re not confusing me for someone else? Not that I’m saying I don’t want it! Wait hold on, this isn’t coming out right-”

Raph what other giant, anthropomorphic snapping turtles do we know???

He smiles so big when you manage to stammer out that yes, this is for him, and he cradles the package so gently too. He’s such a sweetheart.

He actually made you something too!

He puts the box down gently before going to his room to grab it.

It’s a small handmade card with a little bouquet of wildflowers! (White trillium and starflower to be exact. He thought they were really pretty.) The bouquet is tied loosely with a red ribbon, pulled gently into a bow.

He was so nervous about giving it to you, that he actually wasn’t planning to at all! He’s had everything planned for weeks, but his anxiety kept getting the better of him. But getting something from you was exactly the kind of encouragement he needed to take that final leap.

He’s so flustered when he hands it over, and the way his hands shake makes you feel a little less shy. Maybe he does feel the same way?

Two shy dorks in love <3

Leonardo:

Yoo, for real? For him? Hell yeah, thank you!

He’s really confident on the outside. Like, he’s so excited and accepting about it it’s unreal. All of your anxieties melt away, as they tend to do around him, and you can’t even remember why you were so stressed in the first place! It’s Leo, after all.

He’s dying (in a good way) on the inside though. He’s just internally screaming. Holy shit his crush is giving him chocolate? And it’s homemade? Oh my god look at that tiny white chocolate drizzle, that’s so cute!! Is that a strawberry?? MANY thoughts, head FULL, and in LOVE.

(He’s gonna hardcore brag about it to his brothers later.)

His heart is pounding out of his chest, although he doesn’t divulge that information.

He asks you out right then and there. Like!!!

He doesn’t actually say the word “date,” but god. You’re suddenly all shy again, and you can’t do anything but nod furiously.

The date is super casual, (yes its at Hueso’s. He begs him to pull out all of the stops, and he does so, even if only to shut up Leo. Actual king <3)  and it really puts you at ease. At some point he moves to hold your hand, and you can’t help the way your heart leaps into your throat. And he'd be lying if he didn’t feel the same way.

His confession is so eloquent, and yet… dorky. Sweet. Like he’s rehearsed it a million times, trying to find the best possible words to win your heart. Little did he know, he’s always had it.

Donatello:

oh no

He didn’t plan for this. Like, this was literally the one thing he didn’t plan for.

(He has confidence issues, give him a break!! How could he have known that you were going to give him something too? And give it first as well?? Which sets a precedent for the gift he gives?? Social interactions are Awful and he’s in Hell.)

He’s still pleasantly surprised though!

He kind of short-circuits for a moment, and he’s completely deadpan for at least three seconds. It’s the worst couple seconds of your life. Then he comes back to reality and thanks you super genuinely.

(It’s hard to read him at the best of times, and this is. So much. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself!!!)

He takes his time looking at every detail on the chocolates, and your anxiety dies down as you see the softest smile grace his features. It’s so genuine, and you don’t even think he knows he is smiling, so it’s really reassuring.

You take the time to really study his features, and fuck, he’s really pretty. You’re both flustered when you guys come back to reality.

He made you a gift too!! In fact, he has a whole day planned out.

It’s a long and fun day of running around the Hidden City, and at night, in New York.

It’s incredible.

He’s confident, and he says all the right things. He’s had this night planned out for weeks, and fuck if it doesn’t shine through.

At the end of the night, he gives you his gift with averted eyes. It’s a strange contrast to the pure exciting, confident persona he’s been putting on all day.

It’s handmade, and tailored to your exact interests and equipped with his own, Donatello-Style flair.

He’s confident in his tech, and he knows you like the back of his hand, but this is… completely new territory.

Valentine’s Day has never been so perfect.

Michelangelo

He did the same thing, actually!!! So this is actually so perfect for him!!

He spent all night making the perfect chocolates. Most of them are filled, and those that aren’t have some unique, artistic drizzle adorning them. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought he got them from a fancy chocolate place.

He genuinely can’t contain his excitement when you hand him the box all shyly. His eyes light up with the brightness of a dying star going supernova.

He immediately hugs you, careful not to crush the chocolates, and then his mouth is moving at a mile a minute. It’s almost hard to keep up!! He’s just so happy and excited, and he’s running to the kitchen and he has a box too??? Hello, what’s going on??

He’s trying so hard to not just blurt out a confession here and now.

It’s completely impromptu, but he suggests going out on the town. He didn’t plan it, he was honestly just planning to stay in and watch some movies with you, but now that you’ve brought him a Valentine’s Day gift too? That means you like him too right, maybe?

If he’s gonna confess to you, it’s sure as hell not gonna be in a sewer. (Even if it is his home. It just ain’t right, man!)

It’s really fun! You feel so at home with him, and there’s no pressure at all.

Everything just seems to fall into place around him. He’s your home. Unbeknownst to you, he feels the exact same way.

He confesses by the end of the night. It’s so sweet and sincere, but there isn’t a single moment of hesitation. He’s so head over heels for you, and that love shows itself in every movement and word.

April

She’s never been given chocolates before!! She’s always looked on in envy through middle school, highschool, at work, etc. So fuck, if she’s not immediately swarmed with emotion. She’s like, two seconds away from crying. I love her so much…

It’s actually really funny, because she ordered a really nice bouquet of ivory & pink flowers from her local flower shop for you, but they hadn’t arrived yet! She’s super upfront with it, and it gets a good laugh out of both of you. The classic April O’Neil luck, ey?

It definitely lightens the mood, and she suggests going out to a local restaurant to get lunch, and then maybe go sightseeing! Or maybe just goof around in the Hidden City? No pressure!

It’s super fun! You never want the night to end, to be quite honest.

You get to choose the music while you guys drive around, and you end up picking the silliest stuff. You guys laugh and belt out the lyrics to every song.

The food at the restaurant is perfect, and everything goes off without a hitch. At some point she reaches across the table to interlock fingers with you, and you’re suddenly alight with so much love and recognition that this is an official date, and your best friend - your crush - is holding hands with you, and her hand is so soft and warm and… you’re so in love. And unbeknownst to you, she’s feeling the exact same strain of emotion.

At the end of the night she takes you to a rainy spot in the Hidden City, and you guys dance and sing in the rain.

Everything feels so natural and perfect with her. She’s your safe space, your home, your world.

You can barely stand to part at the end of the night.

When you do get back to your home, you find her gift at your front door. It’s a beautiful bouquet of white Gardenias, pink Carnations, pink Peonies, and… a white Lily. They stand perfectly in a vase, apparently left at your doorstep by the delivery driver. You place them on your kitchen counter as soon as you can, and text her immediately.

You love her with all your heart, and she’s head over heels for you, too.

[hyukmoon]

moon. | l.sy x gn!reader

lee sangyeon x gn!reader

word count: about 4.01k

to put it short: congrats! Something you should actually say, right? Your best friend and crush is getting married in two days and you feel,... well, not very good about it. So, wait... he's returning the feelings? Damn.

content warning: ANGST in capital letters, I would add lots of exclamation points but im lazy. So yeah, hella angsty. Some good old making out, it's kind of heavy at some point but no smut at this point lol. I don't condone any of the done actions, so yeah, I would've personally handled everything differently, but you know, y/n is kinda wild. Very awkward sometimes, but that's more the situation in itself. ALSO, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @loki-in-hogwarts

note: the second thing i wrote and im somewhat excited!!! Yes! Exclamation points. So,... thanks for reading :)

It was a great day. Well, at least seemingly for everyone but you. Your best friend in this world Sangyeon was about to get married to the love of his life, who is notyou and now you just stand in the hotel lobby waiting for it to happen. Funnily enough, the crushing feeling of desperation and fear didn’t seem to set in yet.

The hotel lobby was filled to the brim with acquaintances and other guests possibly confused by the uproar of the wedding guests. So, who were you specifically waiting for? The rest of your friend group, the ones who will most likely clean up after the wedding whatever will be left of you.

A nervous smile swept up to your lips, casually just avoiding every sort of tension that could come across you. Just with the luck of this entire occurrence an older woman started to approach you, demon alike features spreading around her face almost like she knew you were apparently the only single person here. An aunty, that wasn’t even related to you but had all the business to judge.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?”, her sweet voice rang a familiar feeling in your stomach. Almost too sweet, making you suspicious of her intent. “I’m here for my best friend, Sangyeon. So, yeah, for the groom.”, you hesitated a second, “What about you though? Do you know the bride?”

“She’s my youngest niece, the only one that still visits, her sisters don’t even care anymore…” You nodded politely, not wanting to anger her now and stepped towards a different direction.

“So, my dear, are you here with anybody?” You already feared that question, the same as always. The eyes of yours started with a panicked expression searching through the room a familiar pair. “No, I am here on my own. I kinda wanted to focus on getting Sangyeon through with it, being there for him.” As a friend.

Possibly this was the first part of feeling despair and fear. People at this wedding were really waiting for them to get married. They weren’t joking, this would change everything.

“Ah, I see. You know, get over him. Well, it is time for you at least, you’re not getting younger. There are quite few handsome men here. I remember the names Juyeon and ah yes! Kevin, get over here!” As far as you were concerned, your facial expression couldn’t possibly look more stunned than a moment ago, yet another one of your good friends appeared, seemingly just as confused.

This only held on for a good second, Kevin knew exactly what to do. “Oh hi, I’m so sorry to steal [Y/N] away from you, but I actually need to talk to them on my own over a gift we both prepared for the couple!”, he grinned at the lady, who was obviously smitten with him. “Yes, of course, hun. Take your time.” She finally hushed into a separate direction.

“So, how are we doing? You seem kinda… stressed.”

“You don’t say”, you sighed, “if I have to go through a conversation like this again today, believe me I’ll-. “

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I get the sentiment. Even though I meant more the other situation. Like in, Sangyeon getting married and you sitting here all grumpy because of it.”, Kevin was already aware of your “small” infatuation with your best friend, a man too far out of your reach also funnily enough, the man’s wedding you’re attending. However, your friend in front of you didn’t seem to mind talking about it out loud in a place like the hotel lobby. Your lips tightened up into a fine line.

“I’m not grumpy! I just…I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I know I’m going to be there for him but yeah, okay, I might feel a bit grumpy.” The lobby did clear up a lot now.

“Okay, oof. There’s this dinner with everyone in the evening today, do you think you can get through that?”, Kevin asked hesitantly just as stressed with this additional complication.

“I mean, I probably have to, don’t I? This makes me so sick, ugh. Not gonna lie, my stomach feels like a laundry machine.” You laughed quietly and drifted off again into a place where you didn’t need to think about this.

“What did you really expect though? You know I love you, respectfully, but like, this feels like an incredibly bad move to do.”

“Don’t you think it would be worse if I didn’t show up at all? I’ll just need to go through this weekend and I’m outta here. No one will know anything.” It might feel like a nightmare but at least a nightmare you can actually run away from and not actually have to face at some point.

“Well, I hope you’ll keep your confidence. Because imagine I saw the person, I love getting married to someone else. Oh my, believe me, you wouldn’t find me for the next three weeks.”

“Not very helpful, a good three out of ten. I guess, I’ll just stick to sulking around then.” A dead smile crept up your lips following a stern look from your side at your opposite.

“Seems like a good plan, just stick to me, maybe we will find someone to take your attention away from this, huh?” A sly grin was visible on Kev’s face.

“Ughhh, of course. Let’s do this. It can’t get much worse than that”, you cleared your throat, “thanks, though. You actually make this here somewhat bearable.”

“Awww, come on. We should pack out our suitcases.”

No one can really prepare someone for a moment like this. Most older folk turned into their hotel rooms which left you in a party like situation seeing your closest friends turning it up in a huge pavilion while the future groom sits comfortably on a velvety sofa hand in hand with his fiancée.

The air was quite warm even at this time of the evening, not humid, just warm enough for everyone to taste the end of this era with nostalgia and a slight feeling of energy to experience what’s to come afterwards.

You as well sat down, continuously processing your environment. With a cup of your favorite drink, you felt invincible, nothing able to shake you down.

Now while this wasn’t a preferred environment, this was manageable; you could look your best friend into his eyes and proudly congratulate him on his wedding. You would be able to get over this and continue to be a great friend. Black hair with an intense facial expression made its way into your viewpoint along with a somewhat tipsy Kevin. Simultaneously the lighter hair of your best friend fought his way through the crowd.

Lee Sangyeon, the man lighting up your mood with simple touch of his fingertips was now signalizing for you to head outside towards the veranda of the pavilion. He exuded patience, yet clearly waiting for a response of you. You nodded and brushed cautiously over your evening attire.

“Hii, [Y/N]! Can I introduce this someone to you? This is Juyeon, he might look a bit intense, but he’s really nice to talk to! So, I’m gone for a sec then!” Kevin started drifting off into a different direction where you stopped him in his tracks.

“Could this wait? Sangyeon needs to talk to me. I think it’s important, I’ll come back though in a bit!” You gifted both of them an apologetic face and made your way around the men towards the going to be groom.

Surely it wasn’t exactly clear why he wanted to speak to you, especially on his own. He was still waiting for you after all.

“[Y/N]! What has it been? Like three? Four months? I missed you so much.”, Sangyeon pulled you into his chest abruptly and sighed softly into your shoulder. Engulfed entirely in his figure you never wanted to wake up from this again. Was it now 10 seconds? 15 seconds? Neither he nor you really seemed to let go, taking in all the scents of his that were formerly familiar to you.

“Yeah, I think so. You were probably busy planning this all and I just had to work, I guess.” Trying to keep it short was your main goal, appearing distant maybe. He didn’t mind at all though. Not discouraged from continuing this conversation Sangyeon pointed at the veranda, showing the only speck of space with little to no crowd.

The veranda was close to closed off to the party. Non distinguishable palm trees in the far distance were playing right into your cards for not having to look into his eyes. Magnetically glowing, that’s how he appeared. All happy and smiley about the obvious luck he was experiencing. Now again, he sat down with you in the beach chairs without loosing a word.

“The palm trees are so pretty. You remember me wanting to buy some new plants?”, you tried to invite him to the conversation.

“You always want to buy new plants, which time do you mean?” Sangyeon grinned to himself. “You know what? It’s so weird. Everything feels still so unreal. This wedding, also you at my wedding… So weird.”

“I am literally your best friend, where else should I be? Your funeral? At home? Who else is going to charm the hotel staff for some free capri suns and new towels?” Your mouth crinkled up and you let out a soft laugh.

“[Y/N] … You know exactly what I mean!”

“Noo, not at all. I’m so confused right now, not gonna lie.” Your face finally moved towards his direction, seeing his gentle gaze resting on you.

“Do you remember when we were still in school, and we promised each other we would marry each other if we didn’t find anybody else?” His gaze got more intense with each sentence.

“Yeahh, kind of. I was probably tired and it’s like ten years ago. I’m not really sure what you’re trying to tell me.”

“I really thought I was going to marry you. For several years, actually.”, he laughed. “I had such a crush on you and then you met your s/o and all that. Ughh, it seemed so complicated back then. Kind of weird to think about what could have happened if I did ask you out or something.”

“True.”, you turned away again standing up and resting against the wooden railing of the pavilion. “But you didn’t so, let’s just drop it there.” The weather as well started rebelling a bit, the wind hugging your figure slightly too tight for your taste.

“Why are you so cold all of a sudden?”, he whispered closely behind you.

“Well, you’re getting married tomorrow. And you’re telling me about a crush you had on me?”, you croaked.

“I was just being nostalgic, I thought this would be fine with you.” Sangyeon appeared now next to you on the railing, waiting for you to face his concerned dark eyes.

“It isn’t for me. It just feels wrong.”

“What feels so wrong about it? It was a long time ago.”

It is here, the bitterness. Bitterness shouldn’t even be the correct term, the pain of your heart going into a slump didn’t feel like a fitting word. Being reminded again that you will never have a chance again.

“Wait or is it not a long time ago for you?”, The voice of his tried to word his next sentence very carefully.

“I went out with them because I thought you were joking. Then when I thought about you, it was always different. It was too late though, you met her.” Only the close ocean along with the wind were hearable, neither you nor he were able to form another thought put into a sentence.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve-.”

“Broken up with her?”

“No, I-.”

“Then what could you have done?”, you interrupted Sangyeon’s rambling, trembling while speaking. Terribly spiteful with a bite that wasn’t too often dripping down your lips.

“This.” Sangyeon pressed a fluttery kiss against your lips. Slender fingers tapped onto the skin right under your chin, signalizing you to look at him.

The now much calmer atmosphere made you snake your arms around his torso. Heat rose towards your head, longing after a second out in the cold again just to see his lovely facial expression. Your lips broke off and touched once more in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His hot breath started sliding downwards your cheek to your neck, physically making you unable to resist his entrancing presence. Also his hands broached over from your face down to your waist, holding you with the lightest touch.

Sangyeon’s lips darted away from yours, catching you staring deeply into his eyes. The silence felt warm now as well, filled with the slow and recovering breath of the participants.

“[Y/N], I think I still feel that way.”, a rosy blush swept over the man’s face you wanted to hear say these things so many times and so long ago.

“No. No. No. You shouldn’t! I shouldn’t either! I have to go.” The reality of the situation caught up to you. This was bad. Incredibly bad. Still the disgusting feeling of hope within this made its way up to your head. Stinging alongside the feeling of remorse, you didn’t think clearly, especially now, next to him.

You darted in the fastest way possible from the pavilion up to the hotel to your room, leaving him there.

Today should be the final day. The hopes that already should have been buried a long time ago, crawled up again and clawed its way into your mind. What if he leaves her for you today? Like in those unrealistic rom coms. Yes, again, it was unrealistic.

Leaving her at the altar and running after you. While all those thoughts of hope and wishes came together you found yourself with a stomachache. His fiancée was an incredibly nice person, sweet and kind along with being a beauty. You shouldn’t even dare to think about Sangyeon that way anymore, she deserved a lot more. Quite honestly, you felt pathetic. Who were you to run into their possible future?

Just because of a simple brush over the lips, his eyes staring into yours like no one else existed but you and his soft hands delicately touching your waist. A tap on your shoulder put you out of your trance, “[Y/N]? Can you go up to Sangyeon’s room? He asked for you.” Kevin’s eyes glanced at you with uncertainty. Neither you nor he knew why he wanted to see you.

Even more importantly, why did he need to see you alone? This seemed like dangerous territory after, basically yesterday. Agony rose again, what if he really was going to leave her?

“Sure, I don’t know why he wants to see me again though.”, you said and left to see the groom’s room. You stumbled more and more over every step closer to the door of the man who’s going to rip your heart and air out of your lungs. The normally soft laid out carpet felt in this moment like you were stepping barefoot over glass. There was the door, brightly painted in eggshell paired with the digits of the hotel room.

Before you could reach the door to knock on it, light brown waves greeted your overtly surprised face.

“You clean up well.”, Sangyeon’s rang in your ears clearer than freshly hung-up laundry in your nose. His previously concerned face curled up into a faint smile.

“Same goes for you”, you tried your best to hide the very apparent frog in your throat, “So, why do you need me?”

“Just needed to see you before going out there, I guess.”, his voice got a lot quieter. It got silent.

Not sure if a said word was necessary, you plopped down on a small, velvety stool. Every whisper was to be heard. An otherness surrounded Sangyeon, like he wasn’t there anymore, and his thoughts took over his being. You scooted closer towards him, just wanting to see him up close for the last time like this, smelling his earthy cologne from this distance.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, your voice went close to hoarse after the question. He was just as silent as before. No sound, nothing. This torment of a weekend was supposed to end with no gratification, not feeling free from this feeling on your chest? Your hand slid over his, the most desperate attempt to get his attention while also experiencing his touch again. Sangyeon jerked his hand back and returned to his absent posture.

“Why do you want to hurt me like this? I am your best friend, and you use me like I’m nothing.” The lack of power you had now made you sink down to the beige teddy carpet. Small tears started swelling up in your nearly dry eyes, kind of contradictory, yet the more tear drops rolled down your cheeks the rottener and hollow you felt.

“You were my best friend until you-.”, he stopped midsentence, “made me feel things again I didn’t need, I didn’t want.” Also his face was wet, ridden with tears making his usually calm and cheerful persona look like a painful insult.

“You asked me here. It hurts, Sangyeon. I can’t make it stop hurting, I don’t know what to do”, you reached for him again, “Could I ever be enough for you?” He returned your former attempts to stroke your face. Cornering both of you, the air trapped you in the toxins of heartbreak and hopelessness.

Once again, Sangyeon’s hand glid over your soft skin and halted on your face. Glaringly staring into each other’s eyes, you were there again. The day before, yesterday. Close to baring the soul of each person present.

“[Y/N], it’s not about being enough. It never has been. I have made a commitment I already broke, I…I can’t do this”, he sighed, “you know I love her.”

“I thought you loved me as well.” Overwhelming nothingness overruled you, almost scaring you about this reaction. You weren’t crying, yelling nor having any physical reaction at all. It was convincingly numb; the resting hurt would come later. Sangyeon’s head dropped in the dip of your shoulder and neck.

This sort of closeness would never happen again. You feeling him breathing into you while having his comforting heartbeat close to yours.

“I do, but I can’t do this to her. I would never do this to her.”, he whispered into your shoulder. A sigh came from his side.

“Then, please. Kiss me, for the last time.” The last part of the sentence left a disgustingly bitter taste in your mouth. This was over, right? His head, which was formerly resting on your shoulder, drifted up and towards yours. Also his expression blank and hollow, like he didn’t know anything.

For the last time, his hands cupped your face in a comfortable manner. As always, he felt homely, but he surely wasn’t yours ever. Not even waiting a good second or two, the light brunette’s face came closer to yours. With no hesitation both of your lips touched tenderly, releasing every sort of affection that could be expressed at that second. You inhaled again his intoxicating scent, in the hopes of having him all over you. His now reddened lips moved closer towards your jawline making you gasp for air.

Also, you weren’t completely still, constantly shifting your hands up and down over his torso upwards his neck, desperately feeling everything, you can for the last time. Sangyeon’s locks tickled you softly while he suddenly latched his mouth onto your neck right below your ear.

“No. Please, I just want a kiss on my lips.”, you said lowly, closely resembling a whine afterwards. He complied pretty quickly, leaving you with no thought but him tickling your bottom lip with his warm tongue. With him being this fast, you didn’t want to keep him on his toes. Entirely engaged in this moment, hands surprised you again on your waist, wandering closer and closer under the blouse you were wearing. You moaned into the kiss, making him take the opportunity to maneuver his tongue into your mouth.

Similarly to you, he was also stunned for a short moment when you grabbed up onto some strands of hair. A sigh left his now plump lips, a need of fresh air arrived onto both of you. Yet this was short lived, his hands captured your chin and attached his lips again onto yours in a matter of mere seconds. A bell rang, close footsteps to be heard across the floor reminding you of the situation you were in.

“Why am doing this? I am so sorry.”, you broke off his lips and took a step backwards at the door.

“[Y/N], we both did this, and it won’t happen again. We just need some time without each other. I think it would be for the best if we don’t spend time together alone anymore.”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing? I don’t know what to say. I-.”, His lips captured yours again fast with a lot more force behind his kiss.

A strong arm shut the about to be opened door again and hovered over your head. The other one caught grabbed your chin with an almost contradictory feeling to it, the lightest touch just to shove you into his direction. You sighed into his lips, waiting for him to commit with his tongue one more time. Buttery lips pressed against yours and clang inside your mouth. Fiercely did your tongues meet, ending with him sucking on yours. Wet cheeks batting against each other with no intent of separating, your movement still came to a halt.

“You know what? I hate this. I want you to be happy, then if it is with her, I will just y’know…go or uhm mind my business.”, you slurred the last part. It wasn’t really one of your most prideful moments. Still flushed with tears and embarrassment you dropped again against the room door.

“I ask for one condition though,” incredibly hearse was your voice after the crying and even more so because of your follow up, “I do not not want to see you for some time, I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.” Tears weren’t anymore swelling up in your eyes, they never seemed to stop running down with no chance of leaving this conversation with an ounce of self-respect and pride.

It wasn’t even really much of a problem to leave him behind for a bit, it most likely would be for the best anyway, yet while his words should only leave a small mark and feel like a ripped off band aid, you felt alone. A sense of loneliness crept stealthily into you leaving you with nothing but a severe feeling of dread.

“If that is what you want, I’ll respect that.” The room got quieter till you heard the last of his words: “Of course, I still want you in on my wedding though, you’re still my best friend.” Sangyeon’s usual soft and kind smile appeared on his face, seemingly reaching you an olive branch. The former assertiveness and confidence drained through the conversation; you were nothing but a wreck.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

The ceremony was beautiful. Fairy like flowers were hung all across the beach space, making the place more surreal than it was to begin with. Everything light with a hint of light green and an even lighter lavender tone. The air seemed to have evaporated all the tension and sadness from your face. All across the seats were relatives and friends sitting with a nervously happy face. Ironically, he really thought it was going to be you someday.

“You’re [Y/N], right? Everyone always tried to introduce me to you. Now we’re sitting next to each other at Sangyeon’s wedding together! I’m Juyeon by the way.”

[elysianslove]

hihihi i just saw your beautiful s/o with dimples with atsumu, osamu and kita so i was wondering if you can do that with akaashi,sakusa and kenma. plz don't overwork yourself and be safe if this is bothering you plz ignore it. i hope you have a great day/night

omg vdhsjds im so excited at having a sakusa request eeeee. also tysm and i hope the same for you, my love <333

akaashi keiji

people think looking at the two of you is illegal cause you’re just that pretty 

i don’t think akaashi’s a looks person as much as he is personality but like even he can’t deny how beautiful you are

and it’s very obvious he thinks that way because whenever he looks at you even if he’s asking you a basic question like what’d you get for number 5 he has heart eyes for you. it’s so blatantly clear how in love with you he is

tries to be subtle about it but he is definitely the type to lose focus when you’re talking to him, especially if you’re being very expressive cause it makes you look ten times more beautiful. not to be mistaken for him being a bad listener no akaashi slander here smh

kinda really dislikes that other people are so infatuated with you. it’s not that he’s a jealous person, he’s the farthest thing from it. he can’t really explain it but whenever he goes to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are he can’t help but think of how insignificant it must be to you because you hear it so often

prove him wrong and kiss him on the lips every time he tells you you’re pretty, please <3

finding out you have dimples is like a shocking thing for him cause how did he never notice??? 

he realizes after one game of is where you meet him after, with a really bright grin on your face as you congratulate him and throw your arms around him. his brain’s like !!!!!! 

he quite literally goes, in a really soft voice, “you have dimples,” like it’s a sudden revelation. he sounds so in awe omg babyhfsjflwjhs

he’s hyperaware of them every moment after. like any time he sees you smile or grin or laugh a really dreamy smile graces his lips a true man in love 

gets teased about it but it’s okay <3333 you’re his gorgeous baby <3333

really, really, really likes to kiss any spot on you that tickles, because then he gets to see you giggle and smile and try to shy away. he always smiles in a way that shows just how mesmerized he is of you. like he is in proper awe. absolutely fascinated. in complete love!

it would be embarrassing but who can blame him

sakusa kiyoomi 

oh my god okay!!!! 

so i think omi would absolutely find you beautiful, he would just never let you know it because he doesn’t wanna inflate your ego, even though it doesn’t seem like you have one???

he also like. doesn’t wanna reduce you to just that. your looks, you know? especially when he starts to realize he has feelings for you. he doesn’t want it to be in his head that he just likes you because you’re pretty, because he knows there’s so much to you than just that

his intentions are pure okay!!

that’s why, as your s/o, whenever he catches people staring at you or when he watches someone trip over their words in front of you, or when you receive so many confessions, he always looks so. angry? annoyed? yeah lowkey he’s jealous but highkey he doesn’t like how people only view you as something pretty to look at

even though the rational part of him knows everybody loves you for more than just your looks

anyways! he has. so. many. photos of you. mainly because he doesn’t like to stare at you in public, so he just saves any and all pictures you send him, plus takes a lot of candids of you so that when he’s in the privacy of his own room he can stare and admire all he wants

like he’s just buried underneath his covers with his phone in his hand with this stupid, loving, soft smile on his lips as he swipes through photos of you

every once in a while when he’s out with you or something and he’s just casually zoned out staring at you it will hit him just how beautiful you are and how you really are his s/o. like it’s kinda one of those dissociating moments where he’s like omfg this person is mine!!!!! and!!!!! they’re so beautiful i want to love them forever!!!!

it’s in a moment like that he notices your dimples 

he doesn’t show his shock but his heart like pinches in his chest at just how much cuter it makes you

loves to show his appreciation for them by lightly stroking your cheek when he kisses you, pulls back and watches you smile. you always smile so bright after kissing him and the dimples are just so,,,, fucking cute. he cannot resist 

the trope of broody person A falling for bright person B with sakusa eeee

kozume kenma 

not a lot catches kenma’s eye, so you are the ultimate special

the reason he was so quick to realize his feelings for you is because the moment he saw you he was like “oh wow they can’t be real.” that was literally his first impression of you, because you were just so radiant? and so gorgeous? how were you this gorgeous? 

of course he absolutely hated that that was his first thought and was like no no no but!! over time as the two of you grew closer he grew to appreciate his feelings towards you more, grew more accepting of them, you know? 

likes to act so nonchalant about your beauty just to piss you off honestly. so if you buy a new outfit and go to show it off to him expect him to just shrug and be like, “it’s okay i guess.” if kuroo’s there though make sure to ask him how you look. that gets kenma off his high horse bsdhksbhd

he does like to remind you every once in a while randomly that he really, and i mean really, thinks you’re beautiful. like you’ll be sitting down at a study date with him at home and all of a sudden he’ll nudge you with his foot to grab your attention and go, “you know i think you’re beautiful right?” 

once the initial shock wears off please just leap on him and smother him with kisses. it’ll leave him a blushing mess oh my goodness

just fall onto the bed on top of him and ask him things like, “aw you really think i’m pretty, baby?” and kiss all over his face. he will not reply, but take his silence and his impossibly red face as a yes <3

it’s a moment like that that he realizes you have dimples!! you’re hovering above him after he’d just called you beautiful with such a pretty, wide smile on your face that instead of avoiding your gaze like he usually does, he does a double take and kinda lifts himself up on one elbow, then he lifts his other hand and pokes at your cheek and goes, “oh my god.” 

then he giggles. kenma giggles

like yeah thanks now i’m in love with you even more

gives each cheek a kiss, and then falls back onto the bed still laughing, which dies out in a sigh 

he thinks you’re ridiculously cute 

like i said, he already thought you were literally unreal

but now??? god help him you were just. so perfect. and all his too wow <3333