#like if you sit in a cafe and have a loud phone conversation for more than 5 minutes too

[unintentionalseductress]

LADS Men With a Plus Size Reader

Warnings: None! This is actually very fluffy! Maybe PG13 at most! (OMG NCS, no smut?!😲😲😲) A/N: Finally, got around to writing one of the promised headcanons! Now, allow me to be clear here. The amount of customization the game allows is incredible but MC is a little bit on the smaller side, and I would have loved to see an option for a more robust body build. The same way there are naturally thin and petite women, there are also bigger and more rounded women as well and I think there was an opportunity lost there. Anyone that tries to hate on this will be blocked immediately.

Zayne:

Zayne’s large hand envelopes yours as you walk to the cafe he’d recommended. You knew it was popular amongst the hospital staff and weren’t surprised to see familiar faces; one of the tables was completely occupied by some of Zayne’s surgical nurses. 

“Why don’t you get a table?” Zayne brushes a kiss on top of your hair. “And I’ll get the food. Do you still want a hazelnut latte with your cake?”

“Yes please!” Zayne’s eyes fill with warmth as he squeezes your hand before walking towards the cashier. You wander over and pick a table near the nurses. You take out your phone and start to browse Instagram when a snide voice is heard from the table behind you. 

“Gross.”

You freeze but don’t dare turn around. Maybe it wasn’t directed at you. 

“That’s Dr. Zayne’s girlfriend?”

Shit it was.

“Why is he with that porker?”

“You’d think a man like that would have better taste.”

“I heard that they were childhood friends. He’s probably dating her out of pity.”

Even as your blood rages, you feel tears pricking the backs of your eyes. Were they aware you could hear them? And they had just said your worst fears out loud; that Zayne was dating you as a favor, not because he was actually into you. It was an old insecurity you hadn’t really grown out of. You startle slightly as Zayne suddenly sits down opposite you, food and beverages in hand. He sets down your coffee and cake while taking his own plate and tea off the tray.

“Why are you so upset?” He immediately observes the distress on your face and the way your eyes are glistening. You shake your head and dab at your eyes with a napkin, Zayne watching you intently. The cute slice of cake he’s gotten for you sits temptingly in line with your vision but right now it might as well be a lump of clay, all appetite for it gone. 

Zayne’s eyes flick to the cake and back to you. “Did I get the wrong one?”

You’re about to shake your head no when the conversation at the table behind you picks up again. Clearly, they hadn’t noticed Zayne sitting down. 

“He deserves so much more than that blob. There are so many attractive women at the hospital.”

“I agree. He could get anyone he wanted. Someone who actually takes care of their health and watches their figure.”

Shame fills you and you’re unable to look at Zayne in the eyes, knowing he had heard them, even though you know it was far from the truth. You ate all your vegetables and exercised frequently. But your body just refused to slim down no matter what you did. No matter how much you tried to lose weight, the weight just didn’t want to lose you. You’re about to get up and leave when Zayne speaks up, loud and clear, in a scathing tone. 

“Right, because weight is the only indicator of a person’s health, isn’t it?” Zayne’s words drip with sarcasm. 

The entire nurses’ table jumps at his voice, turning around to look at him.

“Oh, Dr. Zayne! We weren’t-”

“I don’t care what you weren’t doing. Do not talk about anyone that way, patient or not. Were you not taught compassion as part of your medical training? Or is it reserved for people who look a certain way?” His eyes are narrowed and the table looks tense. One by one the nurses start to get up, quietly murmuring apologies to him as they exit the cafe. 

Zayne watches them go, anger still visible in his eyes before turning his attention back to you. His hand covers yours on top of the table. “Are you all right?”

You sniff. “I try. You know I try. I cook all my meals. I exercise. We work out together. But I can’t get the weight to go away.” 

“No sweetheart. I know how much you take care of yourself.” Zayne reaches across the table to wipe your tears. “You do not have to lose any weight. You’re perfectly healthy, and as long as that’s clear, nothing else matters.”

“You’re not dating me out of pity?” You look at him uncertainly. 

“Pity?” Zayne chuckles in disbelief. “Darling when you first started coming to my office I was sure you were out of my league.” His thumb strokes your hand reassuringly.

“You’re so amazing. Talented, compassionate, considerate. And all those things will always matter more to me than anything else.”

He looks at your neglected slice of cake. “Now don’t take out your sadness on the dessert. If you don’t finish it in 5 minutes, it’s mine.”

Rafayel:

You grip your wrap firmly around your shoulders, stepping with grace into the dazzling venue. You never missed Rafayel’s shows if you could help it but this time around, you had a skin in the game. Literally.

One night after a round of passionate lovemaking, you had woken to find Rafayel painting, and when you saw what he was working on, you’d blushed and smacked him on the shoulder.

There, in the brush strokes, he had painted you sleeping on his bed, your hair in disarray as it cascaded down your back, your face buried into the pillow and not quite visible. The sheets covered you modestly but the wide curve of your hips, the pudges of fat at your side, and the bra rolls under your arms were all painted with clarity and you found you couldn’t look at it. A feeling of unease had settled in your stomach. Was this the way your boyfriend viewed you?

You had brought it up to Rafayel in a small voice. “Do you think I’m fat?”

Your heart sank as Rafayel’s face, which had been so soft, a curve in his lips as he had painted, changed into a mask of dismay. “Fat?” he had asked, looking quite upset. “Where in this painting have I made you look fat?”

“Here. And here.” You point out the areas and Rafayel pulls you against him, holding you fiercely. 

“Cutie, I swear to God I’m just painting you as you are. I don’t think you look fat at all. I’m just painting my beautiful girlfriend in all her glory.” Crushed against his chest, you try to talk. 

“But, most women in paintings don’t look like that, they have smaller hips and thighs and mine look so…ugly.”

You thought Rafayel’s heart might have broken as he heard your word of choice. “There’s nothing about you that’s ugly. None of this is ugly. It’s a body. Your body. And baby I love every inch of it exactly as it is. I didn’t mean to make you sad while I painted all the pretty little pieces of you that make you whole.” His hands trace your sides, squeezing you reassuringly. 

“There’s so much beauty in you baby. That’s all I see in this painting. You’ll always be the biggest masterpiece in my life.”

Knowing he held you in such high esteem had done wonders for your confidence, which was what you were trying to emulate as you walked into the gallery. Rafayel had hesitantly asked for your permission to showcase that painting for this show, promising he’d never use it without your consent. Nervous as you were, part of you was actually thrilled that it was going to be used. It was difficult to make out who the subject in the portrait was since your face wasn’t entirely visible. 

Still, it felt like an out-of-body experience as you approached the hung canvas, observing the crowd that flocked to it. Some people nodded at it quietly before moving on, others commented under their breath that Rafayel should have chosen a more appropriate model. 

“Can you imagine this woman being naked in his bed?” One of them asked and her friends snickered sycophantically. “He must have been drunk or something.”

“And why is that?” You turn in time to see Rafayel, dressed sharply in a couture outfit approach you and pull you to his side, his hand resting possessively on the jut of your hip. The woman backpedals.

“Mr. Rafayel! I mean, obviously, your work is unique but I can’t help but wonder what you might have been trying to convey when you painted someone with such a…heavy structure.”

Rafayel pretends to consider her words. “I suppose…people have different views on what beauty is. All I was trying to convey was how much I loved the person in the painting. Anyone that doesn’t see the beauty in this particular painting, well I’m afraid they have poor taste.”

Grinning at the affronted look on her face, Rafayel whisks you away, but not before you throw her a smug smirk over your shoulder. 

Sylus:

Who knew underground mafia bosses loved their parties as much as their money? As strange as it was, the cliques had started becoming familiar with you hanging around. Anytime Sylus was invited to a gathering, it was expected that you were his plus one. While most of the men entertained polite conversation with you, it was no secret how coveted Sylus was by the women in the N109 zone. 

They wrinkled their noses as you walked by, your head held high, knowing you shouldn’t let their words get to you but it was hard. You tell the bartender your order and put a $100 bill into the tip jar. After all, you couldn’t embarrass Sylus by handing out a miserly tip when he was supposed to be the richest man here.

You knew you looked good enough to kill; Sylus had chosen the gown you were wearing himself, even hiring a personal tailor to fit the dress to flaunt your best assets and a thick choker of diamonds glittered on your neck. The plunging V-line of the dress showed off a tempting display of creamy cleavage, the bodice of the dress pushing up your impressive bosom. The material crept over your belly and hips, your fupa visible a little more than you would have liked but Sylus had refused to hear otherwise. You remember the way his hands had caressed the bulge of fat after helping you zip up the gown, his low, contented, purr ringing in your ears.

“Kitten, you’re going to be every man’s envy tonight. How delightful that I get to flaunt you as mine.”  

A group of women, all model-thin and gorgeous, approach the bar, their cold eyes fixed on you, wearing smiles that could cut glass. Your fingers drum nervously on the counter as you try to ignore them. One of the women spies the tip you had put in and jerks her chin at you, her lips twisting into what looks like a sneer. 

���So Sylus has the money to let you throw around $100 bills into tip jars. I wonder…” She pauses and the group draws collectively closer like a cackle of hyenas. “Wouldn’t his finances be more wisely spent on other avenues?”

“Such as?” You ask carefully.

“A good plastic surgeon perhaps? Lord knows you could use some liposuction in more places than one.” Her entourage leers at you while covering their mouths to stifle their laughter.

Your back stiffens and your eyes widen in shock. You resist the urge to cover your middle. You knew you should have pushed harder to have the gown loosened. Your fupa, the soft squidge that bulged under the material of the dress…it was a mistake thinking you could attend a party with it showing up so obviously. 

A million retorts form in your head but they all die weakly on your tongue. You had no defense, and you felt pathetic that you were sitting here and taking their abuse but your mind felt frozen, like you couldn’t plan your next move. 

“How did you ever think that someone like you could pull off a dress like that?” The woman presses, her eyes boring into yours. Your pulse quickens as you try to find a way to escape.

“You’re right, she can’t pull off a dress like that.” A rich, deep voice answers the woman who pales as she sees Sylus drape his arm possessively around your shoulders. “It’ll wrinkle. That’s why I’ll be pulling it off for her as soon as we get home.”

His eyes flash scarlet as he signals to the bartender, who immediately starts pouring him a drink and expediting your cocktail, setting both glasses on coasters in front of you. You flush but try not to look too pleased as you take a sip, feeling the alcohol loosen you. 

“Mr. Sylus.” The woman’s voice changes immediately and she steps back. “We were just talking about fashion.” she fibs hastily, trying to cover up her reason for using the word ‘dress’.

“Fashion?” Sylus looks at her patronizingly. “Do tell.”

Caught, she wets her lips before saying, “Oh we were talking about jeans and how they never fit or have pockets-”

“Hmm. I can understand these problems. After all, jeans without pockets are like women without curves…there’s nowhere to put your hands.” His broad hand shifts to your hip, his fingers subtly signaling it is time for you to go. You pick up your glass and Sylus holds onto you firmly as you walk back to the crowd. 

Xavier:

You’re sweaty as you and Xavier walk back from the office gym to the locker rooms. Xavier drinks from his water bottle, swallowing zealously. “I think we’ve exercised enough for a whole week,” he says as you walk. You laugh and shake your head.

“We only did a half hour of cardio!”

“Yeah, but we lifted all those weights too! In fact, my muscles already feel stronger.” Xavier flexes his arm and a visible bicep forms, making you grin. 

“Oh so strong,” you say as you reach out to squeeze. Xavier winces slightly and you quickly withdraw. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m a little sore.” You reach the locker rooms.“I’ll wait for you outside.”

You nod and he disappears into the men's locker room. You wander into the women’s, undo the lock, and retrieve your bag, finding a stall to change your clothes. You peel off your damp leggings which stick to your plushy thighs and you drag them down, sighing in relief as the skin jiggles freely in the cool air after being stuffed in the heat of polyester for so long. 

The skin on your butt and stomach are dimpled, something you’d come to terms with. You recall how nervous you’d been to let Xavier see you in a bathing suit at the pool but now you barely glance at them. 

“It’s like your skin is smiling at me when I kiss it.” 

That’s what Xavier had said as he kissed the soft flesh lovingly. Who could possibly feel self-conscious after that analogy? As you fold away the sweaty clothes into a garment bag, you hear several of the other changing room doors open and a group of voices fills the locker room as you change. You normally wouldn’t have paid attention but you freeze when you hear Xavier’s name.

“Why do you think Xavier works out with her of all people?”

“I know! They workout together like almost everyday and she hasn’t lost any weight!”

“She probably lacks the discipline to go on a real diet. It doesn’t matter how much she exercises, that fat isn’t going to go away if she doesn’t eat healthier.”

“Xavier really needs to find a better workout buddy. She only slows him down.”

Your heart clenches in your chest as you hear the cruel commentary. How dare these women talk about your body like it was a source of entertainment for them? Both rage and sorrow fills you as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Suddenly all you can see are the flaws.

How cute, to call cellulite ‘dimpled skin’ like it was something to be adored. You stare at the lumpy skin, at the way your stomach and arms have stretch marks everywhere, the way your skin bulges over the band of your bra. You wait in silence as the women finish their chat and you hear them exit the locker room.

After what seemed like ages, you finally finish dressing and leave the changing room feeling humiliated. The post-workout glow had all but vanished from your system and you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being perceived like a huge, hulking, ogre; built big and lumberingly, not at all cute like the princess Xavier claimed you were. You leave the dressing room, then stare in disbelief as the same group of women crowd around Xavier as he waits for you. You lurk, not wanting to be seen, then one of the women speaks up.

“Xavier, if you’re looking for another workout buddy I’d be happy to tag along.” One of them chirps perkily.

Xavier chuckles politely and shakes his head. “Thank you, but no. I have a workout buddy.”

“Oh cmon Xavier, don’t you think you need someone who can challenge you a little more?”

“I do actually. That’s why I work out with her.”

“Does she really challenge you?”

“I think she challenges me more than you. Didn't you finish last in the company relay race?” The woman’s face falls and your heart skips a beat. 

“And you,” Xavier says as he turns to face another woman. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but you struggle to push anything more than 75 pounds. My workout buddy does 150 easily. She’s very strong. Perhaps you might benefit from training with her.” The second woman looks offended even as she’s being chastised. 

Feeling your confidence soar, you skip over to Xavier feeling as light as a feather. Xavier’s eyes light up as you approach. “Ladies,” you say smugly to their scandalized faces before pulling Xavier away from them, holding his arm as you walk away. 

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[mantomhive]

people that have work zoom conferences at public cafes are annoying go home

[justauthoring]

puppy love.

requested! -> high school nanami please! the reader gets everything she wants from kento 🤷‍♀️

a/n -> slowly trying to work through all the requests yall have sent me ':)

pairing -> teen!nanami kento x f!reader

shoko.

"kento-kun~!"

the words on the tip of nanami's tongue are left unsaid as his entire body freezes, a involuntary flush coating his cheeks as the sweet sound of you calling his name floods his senses.

shoko who's stood in front of him raises a brow at nanami's reaction, the stunned look on the younger boys face not one she's seen before. her underclassmen is normally so composed that it was hard to get a reaction out of him ever, and yet a simple call of his name from your lips seems to have the boy starstruck.

you bound up to him, all bright smiles and twinkling eyes, slightly breathless as you all but ran to make your way over to your classmate. shoko notices the faint pink dusted across your cheeks as well and her interest is further piqued as she watches you smile all prettily up at nanami, peering at him through your lashes as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"kento-kun," you call again, voice softer but just as sweet now that you've reached him. "are you free right now?"

coughing slightly, shoko notices nanami glances at her out of the corner of his eye, not liking the mischief dancing in her gaze before turning to face you fully. he tries to put off the impression he's annoyed but his gaze remains softened when glancing down at you and the warmth in his gaze is more than obvious to his upperclassman.

"yes." he hums, hand moving to shove in his pocket. "what is it?"

shoko watches as you positively beam, clearly ecstatic at the fact that he was free, hands coming up to clasp in front of you. "would you like to go to this cafe with me?" you ask, head tilted, before reaching for your phone, flipping it open to show off a photo of said new cafe. "yu and i saw it yesterday on our way home from our mission and i think you'd really like it."

the mention of haibara has shoko smirking, clearly noticing the shift in nanami's posture at the mention of his other classmate. something changes in his gaze and shoko has to bite her lips from laughing out loud.

"did you..." and nanami hesitates, looking wildly uncomfortable as he glances at his feet. "did you and haibara go there together yesterday?"

oh, shoko thinks, this was just too good.

nanami? jealous? gojo was going to have a field day with this.

"oh," you blink, momentarily confused before shaking your head. "no. i wanted to go there with you first!"

although he tries to hide it, the pleasure of your words is clear on nanami's face as his entire body eases, no longer tensed as the edges of lips curl upwards just faintly.

shoko snorts.

"okay." he complies, as if the answer would ever be any different. "we can go."

you let out a squeal of excitement, and if it was anyone else, shoko is sure nanami would wince. instead, he watches on with a fond look in his eyes as you start rambling on about how excited you were and what treats you wanted to try all whilst nanami nods, actively listening while letting you lead the conversation.

you wave bye to shoko as you and nanami make your way off the schoolgrounds, and just as you and nanami turn out of view, she sees him shuffle towards you, arms brushing together. she grins when she sees you glance up at him, still beaming, wrapping your hands around his arm and leaning against him, and nanami lets you.

all without complaint.

without hesitation, shoko turns, eyes peeled for a certain white-haired, blind-fold wearing classmate that would love to hear about what she just witnessed.

gojo.

"y/l/n~!"

gojo grins as you turn from your spot at the table to face him, a smile curling on your lips as you wave at your senpai, beckoning him over.

"gojo-senpai," you greet as he reaches the table, "what brings you here?"

gojo smirks as he glances to your left where nanami sits, the two of you having been working on some homework together and registers the rather nasty glare his underclassman was sending him. nanami didn't like him at the best of times, it was true, but there seemed to be an extra edge to his glare that day as gojo took a seat across from you.

"oh, i saw my precious kohai's and i thought i'd come by to say hi," gojo explains with a shrug, playing it off as nonchalant. he feels nanami's gaze narrow at him, obviously expecting there to be more to the story than gojo is letting off.

which is true, of course, but gojo certainly wasn't going to admit to that.

"oh!" you beam, "well, kento-kun was just helping me with my homework." cheeks flushing, you shift in your spot, embarrassed. "i'm not very bright sometimes when it comes to the academic stuff."

"that's not true," nanami cuts in otherwise almost instantly and gojo smirks. "you just need extra time. there's nothing wrong with that."

your cheeks are practically burning at nanami's words, turning to look at your classmate with a doe-eyed expression.

gojo internally laughs. shoko was definitely right.

"hey, y/l/n," gojo calls, pulling your eyes on him as you blink, somewhat dazed, over at him. "i could you help with this stuff, ya know? i am after all your senpai!"

your eyes widen at his offer, obviously not having expected it. gojo was nice enough and he had never been anything but kind with you; maybe a little cocky and he liked to tease, but still nice. he'd never offered to help you with anything school wise though, whether that be training or just homework.

"gojo-senpai, i—"

"that won't be necessary," nanami cuts in, voice sharp. you blink at him in surprise at his sudden change in tone but gojo, having expected it, simply tries to hold back the laugh threatening to burst past his lips.

nanami then turns to you. "don't trust a word this idiot says," he explains to you, and any normal day gojo might be mildly insulted. today though? he's just amused. "he's basically failing everything."

not true, but—

"o-oh," you stammer, eyes flickering nervously between nanami and gojo.

"now, if you'll excuse us," nanami turns back to gojo, glaring at him, "y/n and i need to actually do some work. we can't all just mess around like you."

gojo's eyes flicker to the way you grab onto the sleeve of his shirt, tugging as you mumble worriedly at him, afraid he was actually hurting gojo's feelings. gojo just continues to grin, moving to stand back up as he brushes your concern off.

"no worries, y/l/n," gojo assures, sending you a thumbs up. "have fun, you two. and still, y/l/n, the offer stands."

gojo's running off before nanami can send a slur of insults at him again.

geto.

this was ridiculous, geto realized.

but gojo had begged him and wouldn't shut up until he agreed. so, here he was, standing in front of you, his fingers working to brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you blushed up at him, frazzled and confused, smiling softly down at you as he waited for nanami to make his way down the hall.

he was fully prepared to make gojo suffer for forcing him to do this and the thought that he should've continued to deny, despite how annoying his best friend was, crosses his mind. because now he was not only being forced to do something embarrassing, but to mess around with his underclassmen.

unlike his best friend, geto thought he was a decent role model for the first years. haibara seemed to like him well enough, constantly asking for him to help him train and nanami didn't seem to hate him as much as he hated gojo. and you? you were sweet, too nice for your own good and even geto had to admit, you were rather pretty.

so this? flirting with you when he truly meant nothing by it other than to make nanami jealous? felt incredibly wrong.

"ge-geto-senpai—"

"please, call me suguru," he smiles, internally cringing at himself.

yeah, he was definitely going to make gojo pay for this.

your cheeks burn brighter, "oh, well, i don't—"

"y/n?"

you startle at the sound of nanami's voice, back straightening as you quickly pull yourself out of geto's grasp. geto lets his hands fall by his sides with ease, taking a step back as you rush over to nanami, eyes wide with your hands held out before you desperately.

"kento-kun, what... what are you doing here?"

nanami's eyes flicker to geto, and to his credit, geto tries to offer a small smile in greeting, before he focuses back on you. "looking for you. we were supposed to study together, remember? you were the one who asked in first place."

"oh!" you blink, eyes widening. "yes, sorry, kento-ken. i... we can go now." you send a flustered look back at geto and nanami's eyes narrow, shuffling uncomfortably on the spot.

nanami looks like he wants to argue otherwise, sending a glare at geto that has him wincing (there goes his reputation with the first year). but your hand slipping into his is enough to satiate him, tugging him along with you.

"b-bye, geto-senpai!" you offer faintly to geto, waving at him over your shoulder before grinning brightly up at nanami.

well, it was clear gojo and shoko were right about the two of you but he definitely needed to have a conversation with his friends about not meddling in the first years personal lives.

geto, however, did let a smile curl on his lips when he noticed you'd been very specific about referring to him by his last name, despite his previous words. or the way you'd made sure nanami had heard you refer to him as such.

ah, young love.

haibara.

"are you and y/n dating?"

nanami nearly spits out the water he'd been drinking, feeling the burn of it as some of comes up his nose. he coughs, lowering the water bottle to the table as he tries to gather his bearings. blinking, nanami presses a hand to his chest, before turning to look at haibara with a look of disbelief.

"what?"

haibara, to his credit, looks genuinely confused.

"are you not?" he asks, head tilting. "i just assumed you guys were."

"what—why would you assume that?"

haibara doesn't fail to notice how red his friends cheeks have gotten.

"well, you're always helping her with homework and studying together," he starts off, raising his hand to list off just the few scenarious he's witnessed in the past week alone. "when i ask you for help, you tell me to figure it out myself. and! oh! you guys went to that cafe together the other day and when i asked to stop off somewhere, after a mission not to mention, you told me to go by myself so—"

nanami splutters for a response.

"not to mention," haibara adds, pressing a finger to his chin in thought. "gojo-senpai and shoko-senpai told me you were so—"

"they what?!"

haibara blinks, surprised and confused by nanami's outburst. "yeah? the other day." he hums, nodding. "i went to join you and y/n outside and they pulled me aside, telling me i should leave you two to your date alone... is that not what they meant?"

haibara tilts his head, only then noticing how nanami looks like he's practically about to combust on the spot.

"nanami...?"

pushing himself to a stand, nanami doesn't say anything before he promptly turns and leaves.

stunned and confused, haibara blinks.

"what did i say?"

nanami.

"i need to talk to you."

"oh, kento-kun! what's up?"

truthfully, nanami probably should've taken a moment to think through just exactly what he meant to say to you before all but barging into your room.

he'd been so frazzled and embarrassed that he hadn't really been thinking straight, his feet walking for him until he found himself outside your dorm room. he hadn't even knocked before opening it and oh god, the realization that you could've been... changing crosses his mind as nanami feels himself grow hot from embarrassment.

"kento-kun?" you call out, concerned, as you stand up from your bed. "are you okay?"

he blinks and suddenly you're in front of him. he hadn't even realized you'd been making your way over to him until that moment!

heart pounding, still breathless, nanami meets your gaze, letting his eyes wander across you. before he can stop himself, his eyes lower to your lips, almost involuntarily, and then, with a split second though, he's leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own.

you freeze at the action, body stilling and nanami panics, moving to pull away, but then a second later you're easing into his touch, returning to kiss as your hands move to grip the front of his school uniform. you tug him towards you, holding him in place and nanami practically melts at the spot.

a moment later you pull away, cheeks rosy and breathless, grinning up at nanami.

"i've been waiting for you to do that forever," you confess, breathless.

and nanami's never felt like more of a fool then he does in that moment for waiting so damn long.

yaga.

wordlessly, shoko and gojo stretch their hands out towards their teacher, grinning ear to ear, palms up. geto stands behind them, shaking his head.

"you two are ridiculous." yaga grumbles, "you meddled."

shoko just shrugs; "never said we couldn't meddle."

"besides," gojo snorts. "if anything we helped. who knows how long it would've taken nanami to say something. have you met the boy?"

yaga just rolls his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

[soobnny]

classmate au | park sunghoon

❝ what do you have for lunch today? ❞

heeseung | jay | jake | SUNGHOON | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

alexa play 0x1=lovesong

in your head, he’s the love interest with 0 interest in you🥲😢😢😢😢

it’s bc he’s so DAMN famous in your school

yes he’s your classmate .. ltrly in the same room but u cannot make conversation with him

he sleeps in class when he can like he will be DOZED OFF !!!!

nobody rly approaches the pretty boy

you’ve heard he’s rejected a handful of people before

you wont make a move for sure

so why does Park Sunghoon drag his seat so he’s sitting adjacent of you

why is he pulling out his lunch box and putting it on ur little table

WHY IS HE EATING WITH YOU

you don’t say anything when he does it

and he doesn’t say anything either

honestlyyyy…. it’s a little awkward like wtf is happening rn this is a Simulation

BUT you’re eating lunch together

and guess what

it becomes a constant thing too 😭

like he’d just silently drag his seat and you know he’s on his way to your table to eat lunch

is it because you’re one of the few people who eat in the room instead of the canteen??

tbh WHO CARES

unattainable campus crush park sunghoon is in front of you and eating lunch with you for some reason

it makes ur heart go crazy becos !!???!!!

he doesn’t rly acknowledge anyone

it’s bc he’s always busy being exempted for some competition

he finally starts talking to you when he sees you watching a yuzuru hanyu video during one of your little lunch sessions

tbh it was just a small video on tiktok that u scrolled by and returned to bc wow that spin was so cool

it’s when he starts making convo that u find out he’s actually SO funny and so unhinged

he’ll start laughing to himself 😕😕

also will tell the most UNFUNNY dad jokes

you only laugh because his laugh is so loud and so unrestrained

tho you do tell him his jokes are horrible

and he makes everyday a mission to tell you a joke that’ll genuinely make you laugh

it becomes your thing

he’ll just randomly show up in front of u and start cracking the most terrible joke

“rip boiling water. you will be mist!”

cue his laughter

you: 😐😐😐 not funny didn’t laugh

then sunghoon becomes more of a friend… not some unattainable crush figure !!! a friend !!!

some of his favorite things to do with you are watching videos during lunch AND sharing earphones while you listen to music

your fyp on tiktok now is both of ur shared interests

you even have a folder on each of ur phones for tiktoks u wanna share to each other that u pass by when u aren’t together

no he doesn’t send u the link like a normal person

sunghoon waits until class to show u so he can see ur reaction face to face

and the whole listening to music ??? u’ll just be seated side by side and staring into the distance sometimes

spacing out is wonderful <3

so now instead of sleeping .. he’ll just offer u an earbud so you can put it in your ear and listen to him

has a secret playlist for u (u don’t know this)

the photo for the playlist is the only photo u have together btw

it was when u were checking ur face on ur front cam and he just suddenly appeared in the back with a peace sign

it’s adorable

he bugged u to airdrop the photo 9284 times that day bc u refused to at first

it’s so 180 the way you suddenly become friends with him !!!!!

another thing he does is laugh at how you enjoy playing candy crush, calling you a grandma as if he doesn’t act like an old man

and then he gets so invested when you let him try

will cheat to get more lives and fuck up your time settings on your phone

btw he always talks about you A LOT 😭

his friends will know everything about you before you even meet them

“so, what level are you in candy crush?”, jake would ask the first time you meet

“excuse me, what??”

“sunghoon talks about you aaaall the time, it’s getting a little silly. like i know your go-to order at a cafe.”

“yeah like isn’t ur favorite color ___”

u look at sunghoon like ?????? and he just has a guilty smile on his face

but he doesn’t deny anything

you’d be shocked to suddenly see him as your seatmate one day like he rly switched with the person sitting next to you

laughing at your test paper scores together is also a fun little activity the two of u do

and then crying as you cram study in one of ur homes or on call when it gets too late

“hey can u help me with this chemistry question”

“ok give me a minute”

would open up those white board apps and screenshare his phone to start helping u with a part he understands but u don’t

he was 828283 screenshots of ur calls together

btw you CANNOT go to the library

you know that if you go to a library together … yall are NOT studying 😭

also u enjoy just shooting each other questions back and forth before the test

u would also probably come up with ways on how to cheat im sorry like u guys will have this whole grand scheme only to chicken out of it when u actually take the test

anyways

one day, you ask him why he had suddenly started eating lunch with you

bc like !!!! u’re happy he did but why so suddenly yknow

you’re grateful tho bc now u have someone to text like 25/8 and call whenever u’re bored

BUT U WANNA KNOW WHY. what started it

“i don’t know... i’ve always wanted to talk to you. you’re always so funny in class”

“and you didn’t say anything because??”

“i was gonna say something then i totally chickened out and then it was too late to say anything…. thank god for yuzuru hanyu.”

asks u to be his gf while teaching u figure skating for the first time

bc u finally ask him like dude why r u ALWAYS absent from classes

he’s like oh no biggie i’m ltrly just an athlete that competes in national events 😹😹😹

WTF !!!!!!!!

u knew he was competing in something but he never mentioned Figure Skating before

he is a fraud of a Friend

“sunghoon what does our friendship actually mean to u … WHERE IS THE LOVE”

but then he’ll go .. “want me to teach you?”

he’s forgiven now

“teach me figure skating??”

“yes” and he’s SOOOOO excited about it

he helps you find which skates to wear like he makes sure u have right size so ur feet don’t hurt

doesnt let u borrow those polar bears to hold onto

he can be ur polar bear

tho, when u do get tired .. he finally rents one and lets u sit on it while he pushes u around

it’s so much fun

except for when you fall

tho … it’s important for me to tell you that when you fall on your butt, he has heart eyes

and he holds your hands the entire time

he asks u to be his gf when you skate ur way across the rink without his help

sunghoon got so happy he just blurted it out

“be mine”

BYEEEEEE ofc u say yes

tho u think he’s joking at first

he does repeat it when you eat ramen after .. he’ll be like r u actually fr ??? did u actually say yes to me ??? u wanna deal with my jokes forever ??

oh dear

you should invite yuzuru hanyu to your wedding honestly 😭 thank u to ur fyp

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! last of the series, let me know what you think!

[fxrmuladaydreams]

bad vibes (mv33)

max x doglover!reader , lando x reader (platonic)

summary: max meets your furry friend who is reluctant to accept him

note: max looks so good in that gif, also this is my first time writing for f1, pls be nice

Lando Norris was a godsend. You’d never tell him that, knowing full well that it would just go straight to his head, but he was a godsend. You’d been friends with him and a few of the other Quadrant members for a while, hanging out whenever you had free time from work. He had invited you to go to the Silverstone Grand Prix with him, eager to take you to an actual race. After organizing your schedule with work, you agreed to join him.

The Grand Prix was honestly the most fun you’d had in a while. You met Lando’s teammate Oscar, and watched the race from the McLaren garage, a headset over your ears. You were one of the first on your feet to celebrate Lando’s second place results.

The podium was pure chaos. You watched as the drivers sprayed each other with champagne. Lando’s eyes searched for yours in the crowd, grinning when he finds you standing near the front of the fence. He gives the bottle a shake, then points it at you, splashing you with the sweet bubbly liquid.

Lando then, despite your protests, dragged you to an after party to celebrate the race results. You stayed close to him at first, afraid of getting separated and being the odd one out in the tight-knit group that was attending the party. You were practically glued to his side as he introduced you to his friends, until he brought you over to meet the driver who took first place.

Max seemed happy to meet you, his eyes bright and voice loud as he tried to talk to you over the music blaring from the speakers. You congratulated him on his results, to which he thanked you and offered to get you a drink.

Lando smirked to himself, his eyes traveling between the two of you. “I’m gonna go say hi to Carlos, you don’t mind if I step away for a minute, do you?”

You both shake your heads no and watch Lando disappear into the crowd.

You spend the rest of the party sitting in a quieter corner with the Dutch driver, listening to him talk about his racing career, his karting days, anything he wants really.

Lando keeps an eye on you throughout the night, looking over in your direction to see Max using his hands to explain things to you, while you listen, occasionally nodding along, wide eager eyes looking at him.

Neither you nor Max seemed very keen on leaving one another at the end of the night. You exchanged phone numbers and blushing goodbyes as you left, joining Lando outside of the venue.

“So… fun night?”

“Shut up.”

For the next week or two, anytime someone would look at you, they’d see you starting at the phone in your hands.

It took everything in Lando to not step in and push his friends to ask each other out. He was starting to get tired of having to listen to you tell him about whatever Max had been up to, or hear Max go on and on about your latest conversation or instagram post.

Max had finally asked you out on a date after about a month of texting each other. Lando was thrilled, hoping that the two of you would stop whining to him about how much you liked each other.

It was easy to fall even harder for him after a few dates. Max was the perfect guy in your eyes. He was sweet, honest, funny, and he so obviously cared about those close to him. He took you to a bunch of different places in Monaco, secluded beaches, small cafes, anywhere the two of you could be alone and just get to know each other better.

Max was eager to get to know you better, wanting to spend as much time as his job allowed him to with you. He occasionally made comments claiming that you’d look much better sitting in the Red Bull garage than the McLaren garage, followed by asking you to join him at various races. He wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss you after winning a race.

You wanted to take the relationship slow, not quite ready to seen as “World Champion Max Verstappen’s girlfriend” to the throngs of fans he had that attended the races.

Dates with the Dutch driver had started to extend in length as well as quantity, often times ending with you spending the night with Max in his apartment.

With his apartment of course came his cats. From what you’d heard, Jimmy and Sassy were constantly terrorizing Max, sometimes escaping from a window, once even locking themselves in a separate room, but nonetheless Max adored them. They were quick to warm up to you as well, taking curious steps towards you when you first met, but quickly cuddling up with you on the couch, taking claim over their new friend.

Max had yet to visit your apartment, but not for lack of trying. He’d suggest going back to your place after dates, to which you’d make an excuse to go to his instead. Truth be told, you were hiding something from him. Well, someone.

It was clear to anyone that knew him that Max was a cat person, 110%, but you on the other hand? You loved dogs. How could you not? Dogs are literally man’s best friend.

You had adopted Luna a few years ago, she was a border collie, with long white and brown fur that fluffed up around her face. She was the sweetest dog you had ever met, and was easy to settle into your apartment. You learned how to keep up with her exercise, and to give her the love that she deserved.

A part of you is nervous about Max coming over and meeting Luna, what if he hates her? What if this ruins the relationship you two have created?

Max somehow manages to convince you that the two of you should go back to your apartment instead of his. He raises a questioning brow at you when you stop at your door and take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

You turn away from the door to face him. “I’m just nervous… there’s something I haven’t told you…”

“What? Are you secretly married or something?” He laughs in an attempt to cover up his own nerves.

“No, no. It’s just, you know how you have Jimmy and Sassy? Well, I have Luna…”

“Luna?”

“Luna. She’s my dog. And I know you’re a cat person, but she’s really sweet, and I think if you just give her a chance-”

Your words are cut off when Max presses his lips to yours. You can feel his lips tilt upward a little, smiling into the kiss. You’re breathless when you finally pull away from one another.

“I’m sure I’ll love her.” Almost as much as I love you.

You smile and nod.

Just like every other time you come home, Luna sprints to the door to greet you. She hops up on her hind legs, her tail wagging behind her as she nuzzles her face into wherever she can reach on you.

She stops when she catches sight of the man standing behind you. You kneel down to pet her head.

“Luna, this is Max.”

Max takes a step forward, holding his hand out for her.

“Hey Luna.”

Her tail stops moving, as she steps between the two of you, her eyes locked onto Max. She growls lowly at him, slowly moving towards him.

Max pulls his hand back, and slowly steps away.

“Luna! Stop that! Be nice!” You scold her, petting the fur on her back.

She huffs, then trots away to the kitchen.

“I don’t think she likes me very much.” Max sighs.

“No, it’s okay, she just needs to get used to you. She hated Lando at first too.” You take his hand pulling him further into your apartment.

She glares at Max while the two of you cuddle up on your couch together, never quite leaving you alone with him.

While you get ready to go to bed she watches Max make himself comfortable in your room. She doesn’t growl at him, instead settling for an intense stare down.

You fall asleep with Max’s arms wrapped around you, your head buried in the crook of his neck, but wake up to a large ball of heat next to you.

Luna somehow managed to hop up on the bed after you’d fallen asleep, and squeeze herself between you and Max, her front paws pushing on his chest, as if she’s keeping him away from you.

You scratch softly behind her ears. Her tail starts to thump slowly against your leg.

“Luna, baby,” you whisper. “I love you so much. You’re the best dog ever, but why on earth do you hate Max so much?” She tilts her head to look up at you with her big brown eyes. “I get it, he’s a cat person, he’s probably giving you bad vibes, but I really like him. Like, a lot. So it would be great if you could give him a chance…”

Luna sighs, then moves her paws away from Max. She stands up to move to the foot of the bed, then lays back down.

“You think she understands you?” Max grumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

You can feel the heat spread across your face. “Obviously.”

Max slowly moves so that he’s holding you again, glancing down at the dog at your feet.

“I really like you too by the way. A lot.” You can practically hear the smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I would hope so. Otherwise I’d have to sick my dog on you. She can be pretty intimidating.” You smile, and let sleep take hold of you again.

[helianyx]

trust exercise -

pairing: sylus x mc word count: 1,106 summary: Sylus makes a very simple request with a few not-so-simple underlying implications, and MC tries to fit another piece of the puzzle that is 'Sylus' into place… tags/warnings: more lighthearted, conversational exchanges from me, developing relationship, canon compliant a/n: I was mistaken this was actually my first little fic/test at writing LADS that I forgot about lol. Just a very small one-shot inspired by some of Sylus's dialogue at the café when he's wearing his Unrestrained outfit. P.S. I forbid any use of my writing in any form of generative or AI training, thank you!

(ao3 link)

“Hand me your phone.” 

Sitting in the relative silence of the cafe, the command came out of the blue. She arched a brow at her companion, lounging in the seat beside her with a travel guide on his lap and looking back at her- ‘Expectantly’ was not the right word, not quite. When Sylus gave a command he ‘expected’ it to be followed, to such a degree ‘expectation’ never really factored in, it was a step of any exchange that could be glossed over. 

That wasn’t always the case with them so much, but all the same the muted expression on his face was quietly patient. He always seemed to be thinking ten steps ahead - and that was probably a gross underestimation. In fact, she was sure if she suggested that out loud he’d scoff and feign offense. 

Piecing together the puzzle of who Sylus was had given her this much insight at least. In this blip of a moment between them, as she stared at him in a brief stupor over his sudden ‘request’, he had already anticipated it. He knew she would be bewildered, possibly deny him, ask questions. And who wouldn’t? A phone these days held a lot of personal information, you didn’t just hand over your contact and financial information, your private conversations and what-all-else to just anyone. 

Of course, she had little to no doubt that if the boss of Onychinus wanted, he could easily get whatever information he wanted, so…

So underneath the simple request was a veiled test: Do you trust me? And in making the request: I want to earn your trust. 

But the ‘blip of a moment’ was just a breath too long apparently, and Sylus gave a low chuckle, smirking as he tilted his head, curling his fingers coaxingly.

“You’re overthinking it, sweetie.” 

“With you, I highly doubt that.” She sighed and shook her head, but tapped in her passcode and handed it over to him. Briefly she wondered if he already knew the code, but maybe she’d sleep easier if she didn’t know the answer to that. 

Resting her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her palm, she watched him as he languidly tapped at her screen, unable to see what he was actually doing. His expression gave away nothing, though - no hint of whether he was perusing her conversations or camera roll. No sign he was finding anything amusing, or dissatisfying in one way or another. 

“If I ask ‘What are you doing?’ I suppose you’ll just tell me…” Her words fell off, and like a gentleman he picked them up.

“Patience, kitten.” He drawled with a smirk, crimson gaze flitting up at her briefly before returning to whatever he was doing. 

It was another piece of the puzzle she was toying with, figuring out where it fit. Once, she might have expected him to be the sort to dislike assumptions being made about his character, or it being suggested she found him ‘predictable’. (Not that she’d ever be foolish enough to believe that.) 

Instead he found such suggestions amusing most of the time, and beneath that, if she got particularly close to the truth… It seemed he really liked it. Being seen. Being known. It surprised her, and it only surprised her more that she found it endearing. 

And it felt good to know that those efforts towards understanding weren’t for naught. Once she got past another of his walls or defenses, he didn’t push her away or deny her, but welcomed her in. 

With a quiet, contented sigh, she found herself smiling as she watched him. Actually, come to think of it…. She should have asked to look at his phone! She’d been so lost in her thoughts it didn’t occur to her and now she was kicking herself. 

But just as she was about to jump on that opportunity he finally turned her phone towards her, showing her a new screen display with a map on it. A small red icon indicated…? She took the phone and squinted at the lines on the map and the names of the roads. 

“Is this…?” Looking up at him, he was running the pad of his thumb over the tips of his other fingers, nonchalant as could be. Then he tapped his index finger against the necklace he was wearing.

“The necklace's locator has been modified and is now bound to your device. You'll get my coordinates when it's necessary.”

For a stunned second she felt like all of the walls and defenses in her brain were entirely obliterated. Or maybe it was just her mind itself that was blown. By now she had zero suspicion he would lie to her, let alone about something so out of the blue like this. 

When they’d first gotten involved with each other she’d often make a list of possibilities a mile long for what devious, underhanded schemes he might have had in store for everything he said or did. After all, he said himself he made countless plans for every possibility, but at the very least, where she was concerned, those schemes had never truly harmed or undermined her. In fact nowadays it seemed he actually schemed for her benefit.

She wondered if she admitted to him she’d actually trimmed those lists of suspicions down, whether he’d condescendingly scold her, or give her that rare, genuine smile. 

Letting himself, the leader of Onychinus, be tracked like this… And… for what? Her peace of mind? She wanted to say she didn’t need something like this, but somehow it really did make her happy. He asked for her trust and she gave it to him, and he returned it with interest. 

Though her mind did hitch on the last part of what he’d said.

“And… when it’s not necessary?” 

“Then you won’t.” 

“So I’ll know when you’re getting into trouble.” 

“That’s more my way of keeping you -out- of trouble.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, looking down at the little red marker sitting beside her in the cafe. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure most girls would start having trust issues with a caveat like that.” Where is he? Why won’t he tell me? Surely he’s off with some other girl. Haha, it was almost laughable to imagine, because it seemed so utterly absurd with Sylus. 

And what a startling realization that was. 

“But you know better.” Never a question, a statement as confident and unfaltering as ever with him. Lately, she found that confidence contagious.

She laughed, and then that laughter trickled off into a fond sigh as she smiled at him. “I know better.”

[cybrjmn]

scaramouche x male! reader

Part 3: lost in conversation.

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tw: mentions of dysphoria and cursing (tell me if I missed anything!

(Y/N) sighed, checking his watch again for the 5th time in the last 7 minutes. (Y/N) knew that he was 15 minutes early but as he told his friends, he didn't want to stay home for longer. He wiped his hands on the skirt, forced to wear it but honestly the dysphoric thoughts weren't too loud once he had actually put it on. He heard the door of the little cafe chime and looked up to see Scaramouche.

(Y/N) shot his hand up, waving it in a manner which could be considered crazy. He put it down when Scaramouche nodded at him, nervously straightening his skirt more and more. His eyes followed Scaramouche as he came to the booth near the window and sat down.

“Can you give me a minute? I need to text Nahida that I reached here safely. She worries for no reason.” Scaramouche mumbled, his fingers already typing furiously on the screen.

(Y/N) watched as Scaramouche took off his mask and felt his heart skip a beat. Honestly, after learning that they were meeting, (Y/N) had stalked him a bit. But beauty isn't shown properly through a phone screen. Scaramouche was the kind of person that (Y/N) wanted to be and also wanted to be with. He had an air of confidence surrounding him that made (Y/N)’s head spin.

(Y/N) broke out of his trance when he heard fingers snapping in front of him. His eyes refocused to look at Scaramouche's long sleek fingers waving in front of his face. Red bloomed across his face, once he realized he was accidentally staring at the purple haired boy in front of him.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Scaramouche said, a smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) became more red and cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of the redness he was sure was starting to show.

“Right… my flash drive?” (Y/N) said, his leg bouncing up and down. The flash drive held his most kept secret. If anyone who knew him saw the character he had created, they'd instantly know that it was him. Silas was everything (Y/N) wanted to be.

“Oh! Right. Here.” Scaramouche said, digging into his bag and taking out the drive.

“Honestly speaking, I did see a few things because I tried to see who you were and I have to say… My god, if Silas isn't the best character I've ever read.” Scaramouche says, turning the flash drive over and over in his hands.

(Y/N)’s head snapped, his eyes and ears not believing what he was hearing. Someone had read and actually liked his character? Without poking holes in it? Scaramouche had to be joking.

“Are you just playing with me? Because like that's shitty to do. You may not like the character but don't just mock me about it.” (Y/N) mumbled, snatching the drive from Scaramouche's hand and hastily putting it in his pocket. He got up to leave, being done with the work that he was here for and was quite mad about what Scaramouche had done.

“Wait no! I didn't mean to sound like I was mocking you. I was being truthful! I didn't mean it in a mean way. I genuinely like the characters you've made. If I didn't I wouldn't be here. Please sit down.” Scaramouche rushed to speak, eyes wide once he saw that (Y/N) was going to leave. He sighed in relief when (Y/N) sat down, eyeing the purple haired boy suspiciously.

“Do you really like them? The characters, I mean.” Scaramouche nodded, his eyes earnest. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up, finally having someone to talk to about his characters. His friends didn’t know yet because he was afraid of them judging him and leaving him like his previous friends. Aether knew about Raj and Alex (or also known as ‘They who should not be named.’) and knew about the trust issues and other troubles that (Y/N) had after they had left.

“Are you going to write a story based on Silas?” Scaramouche asked. (Y/N)) bit his lip in thought. He had wanted to but he was procrastinating a lot. It also didn't help when he had started to question himself once more.

(Y/N) shook his head. “I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, I've written like headcanons about Silas and future love interest but nothing in writing.”

Scaramouche nodded thoughtfully, “Would you consider ever writing? I could be your beta of sorts. If you want, of course.”

(Y/N) snickered when he heard the word beta leave Scaramouche's mouth. He knew what Scaramouche meant but the word has had so many implications in the past 2 years that (Y/N) had to laugh.

He shook his head when he saw the offended look on Scaramouche’s face.

“NO! I didn't mean to laugh but you have to know how that sounds. I mean, I personally think I’m an alpha but you do you, I guess.” (Y/N) said, a teasing smile on his face as he notices recognition seeping into Scaramouche’s face. He laughed, covering his face with his hand as the disgust took over Scaramouche’s face.

“Please. I have personal vendetta over the entire omegaverse shit. Like people can like whatever they like of course but for an entire fucking year, Childe went around saying what alphas should do and how i was a “sigma male” because i have coloured hair and pronouns. Which is so hypocritical because he himself has coloured hair and a fucking boyfriend. Like make sense.” Scaramouche said exasperatedly. He smiled at (Y/N) when his entire spiel had made him laugh, a sound that he found quite ethereal.

“Childe sounds so much like my friend Kaeya. They would get together and that would cause so much chaos. Kaeya once told my dad on his face that if i was his child, i would’ve flourished so much but then looked at my mom and made a disgusted face and said that he would not want to be my father because then that would mean that he would have to fuck my mom and he would rather fuck a cactus.” (Y/N) said, recalling the memory and his father’s face. It was very hilarious and it was only intensified with his mother's scandalized gasp.

Neither Scaramouche nor (Y/N) realized how much time had passed. Enjoying their little conversation, staying inside their own bubble and being lost in conversation.

[lumiambrose]

Blue lock matchup for @hidden-oracle

I ship you with…

Rin Itoshi

hear me out hear me out… while rin could rock the extrovert x introvert trope, i think introvert x introvert suits him much better.

mans does not need someone as loud as shidou shouting in his ear 24/7. which is why he loves you so much. you guys definitely match each others energy; quiet, attentive and passionate.

honestly, i think rin would be completely fine with your autism and anxiety. he certainly understands that different people have different difficulties and stuff that they’re going through so he’s very understanding.

althoughhhh you gotta give this guy some time to adapt. rin has only had rivals in his life so he’s like a lost kitten when it comes to comforting a friend, or better yet, a lover.

rin is a good learner though. give him some time and communicate a bit and he’ll have it down quickly. need a hug? he’ll definitely pretend to hate it but he could hug you for hours. want to go home? he’s already called an uber.

basically rin is the perfect boyfriend.

but this guy has his own issues too. poor boy is still scarred from his brother so him opening up to you could take a while.

he’s never had anyone to hold so close to him. but once he’s able to open up to you? this man wouldn’t leave you for the world. especially knowing you’re just as scared as him.

oh and his hugs? the best. now in public he won’t hug you, but god he loves it when you hug him. like yes, show everyone how good you two look together.

he’ll definitely pretend to hate it for the first few seconds but you swear it looks like he’s sulking if you try to pull away.

hold his arm while you two are walking together. he loves it.

and in private? my god he matches your energy 100%. he will not leave your side. being alone together is the only time you’ll ever wonder if he’s more touchy than you.

honestly, you two don’t even need to be talking to each other. your presence is enough for rin.

while mans definitely loves to spoil you and take you out on nice dates, sitting on the couch together while you read and he analyzes his matches is almost just as good for him.

now as to how you two even got together? i’d say you met at a cafe. it was a busy day and as there was no space left other than on your table, so he sat there.

now none of you actually said something (god forbid human conversation). althoughhh you thought he was pretty enough to sketch and spent your time drawing him.

of course he noticed (he didn’t seem to mind it) and before he left he scribbled his phone number on your sketchbook and asked you to send him pictures of your sketches.

and that’s how a cute ass couple is born.

he reacts the same to your chaotic behavior as he does with pda. he pretends to hate it. he really tries. but alas he can’t hide the smile that pierces his lips.

the fact that you can keep him on his toes and keep things interesting has him in awe.

horror movie marathons. he loves horror. you love horror. you at least spend one evening per week binging your favorite scary movies.

he’ll also play horror games with you if you ask nice enough :p

personal favorite of mine but the HEIGHT DIFFERENCE? ugh… i love it.

5’1 and 6’1? yes. he’s over a head taller than you and thinks it’s hilarious.

definitely puts stuff on the top shelf so you have to call him to get it for you

as you said you’re quite observant. rin definitely values your opinion on his plays and matches. even if you don’t know much about football, he’ll take your words into account and discuss them with you.

sometimes after his matches, you two will sit together on the couch with some popcorn and analyze the match together. (peak quality time)

i may have written quite a lot for this one… :p

what can i say? i really enjoyed writing your matchup. i hope you like it! <3

[kimbappykidding]

You co-owned a coffee shop with your best friend just a few streets away from Seventeen's building, However, you weren't into mainstream media so you weren't really aware of that. Being in the city centre you knew there were idols and actresses and models galore but never really paid them any attention. You preferred the ordinary people, after all it was them who came into your cafe most often...or so you thought.

You had many regulars but your favourite was the boy with glasses who you'd nicknamed cute gamer guy. He was always polite, quiet and friendly. He'd usually stay for a few hours and he'd either read or play games on his laptop hence the nickname. You liked to read too and often discussed your latest and favourite books. When he played games you'd get stuck just watching him because he was really good. You'd stare amazed and forget you had work to be doing. You figured he must be a student of something as he often came in at odd hours and seemed like he had some time to kill. You didn't know much about him but saw him most weeks and got to know one another that way. He'd always ask about your day which you thought was nice and compliment your baking. He was cute too and your friend had long since suggested you should ask him out. You didn't want to just because you felt it might be weird. "I don't even know him! I only know he’s called Wonwoo because I put it on his coffee cup otherwise I wouldn't even know that! I don't know his age or what he does for a living! He's basically a stranger" you argued when your friend Mari brought it up again but she just rolled her eyes. "You see him pretty much every week of the year, that's more than you see your family! He is not a stranger". "True but I don't know him enough to ask him out! He could be a terrible person, or a sexist jerk or a..." you trailed off to see him standing at the counter. He was looking down at his phone and you prayed you hadn't been speaking loud enough for him to hear. You hurried forwards and smiled nervously "sorry to keep you waiting, what can I get for you?". He smiled "it's no problem, can I please get a chai tea and a brownie please Y/n?". "coming right up" you nodded and got to work. He asked you how your week had been and you asked him about his day then he took a seat with his tea and snack. "Did he hear us?" Mari asked and you shook your head "I think we got away with it". You were wrong.

As you were getting ready to close up Wonwoo came up to you "thanks for the snack, it was great as usual". You smiled "I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for telling me". He nodded "I also just wanted to say...I'm 26 years old and I'm from Changwon originally. I'm a performer for a local company and I promise I'm not shady or dangerous...". You blushed "does this mean you heard our conversation?". Wonwoo nodded "I didn't mean to but I just wanted to let you know, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while and if the only thing stopping us was you not knowing my age or what I do...well I wanted to correct that". You smiled "consider it corrected". "In that case would you like to go on a date with me?" Wonwoo asked "I'm free this weekend and you can pick whatever we do". You smiled "sounds good". So the two of you exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up Saturday night. Mari was ecstatic and kept jumping up and down on your way home. "So he's 26" she said and you nodded "only 2 years older than me". "Which is an acceptable age gap" she nodded "and what did he say he does for a living again?". "He said he's a performer at a local company". "wait what does that mean?" she asked and you paused "I have no idea...I assumed he's a local singer or dancer or something. I probably should've asked. "Well that's what the date is for" she grinned. You suggested dinner and a movie and Wonwoo agreed to pick you up at your house. Mari helped you put together the perfect outfit and then you waited for Wonwoo. You were early (as always) and were sitting in your living room when a car arrived. An extremely expensive car so neither of you expected it to be here for you. Your friend sighed "I hate when cars just pull up outside our house like that! It's such a fancy car too". You nodded looking at the expensive car and wondered what it must be like to have a car like that. When the car didn't move you paused "why isn't it going? Wonwoo is going to be here soon and it might block him". Mari frowned "let's give it a second and then tell them to move". You nodded when the car door opened and who stepped out of the car but Wonwoo. "Holy shit!" your friend cried and you stared. "That can't be his car" you said but Mari laughed "well it sure looks like it seeing as he's driving it. Y/n if he has a car like that then he must be rich! I thought you said he was a performer not some sort of prince!". "That is what he said" you replied watching him come closer to the door "maybe he just inherited the car or won it as a prize". Mari smiled "well however he got it, it's glorious and you're going to ride in it!". As she said that the doorbell dinged and your friend squealed. You opened the door to find Wonwoo dressed smart-casual in a shirt and some very nice jeans. "Hi Y/n" he smiled "I've got you something" and held out some flowers. You immediately felt touched because nobody had ever bought you flowers before. "That's so kind of you thank you...let me put them inside" you said and opened the door to find your friend standing there where she'd clearly been spying on the two of you. "Wonwoo you remember my friend and business partner Mari" you said and he nodded "it's nice to see you again". "You too" she smiled "nice car by the way". Wonwoo blushed slightly "thank you...I try and take good care of it". "I bet!" Mari nodded and you elbowed her. You placed the flowers in the hall and told Mari you were leaving. "Have fun!" she called waving and Wonwoo led you to his car. You opened the door and were shocked at how nice the inside of the car was. You wouldn't trade your beaten-up old car for anything but this car was amazing! It was so spacious and comfy. You felt like you were in some sort of massage chair and the dashboard was so big and colourful. "If you're cold I can turn on the seat warmers" Wonwoo said and your eyes widened "seat warmers?". He smiled "yeah, want me to show you?". You nodded and he pressed a button "it might take a few seconds to warm up". You nodded admiring the architecture when you felt the warmth and gasped slightly "I can feel it! That's so nice". Wonwoo smiled "the temperature control is just there" pointing to a dial "so feel free to make it warmer or cooler". You nodded "cool" and tried not to act too awestruck with this space-age car. Wonwoo must've sensed your unease because he started asking you some casual questions and as you chatted you felt less nervous. You arrived at the cinema and Wonwoo parked up. As you were getting out a guy gawked at the car and you thought Wonwoo would say something but instead he put a hat on and pointedly pulled it over his face which you thought was odd considering you were going inside. "This way" he said and he led you inside keeping his head down. You bought tickets and snacks but Wonwoo didn't take his hat off until he was in the dark cinema. You chatted until the film started and then watched the film. It was a good film and was good as any cinema date could be. Wonwoo gave you free rein of the snacks and you had a cute hand-brush moment halfway through. Wonwoo laughed at all the same parts as you and you were sat quite close together without actually touching. So the night was going pretty well as you left your screen and headed to dinner. On your way out there was a big group of girls and you saw Wonwoo pull his hat down tighter. "Hey mind if we go out this way?" he asked pointing to a side door away from the crowd and you nodded, exiting around the back of the building. Wonwoo drove you to the restaurant and opened the door for you. "Table for 2" he said giving the waiter his name and the waiter nodded "of course". You'd picked a restaurant you were familiar with and smiled at the familiar sights and smells. "Have you ever been here before?" you asked Wonwoo. He nodded "yes I like it". "Me too" you smiled as the waiter told you to follow him. "My friend and I must've been here 20 times we never get the fancy table" you said pointing to the table behind their water feature which was very private and highly coveted. Every time you came it was taken and you couldn't even book it. But tonight it was empty. "Well maybe tonight will be different" Wonwoo said and sure enough the waiter took you to the table. "Here are your menus and some complimentary waters. I'll be back soon to take your drinks order" the waiter said and you turned to Wonwoo. "How did you get this table? They wouldn't even let me book it for my friend's 21st!". Wonwoo shrugged "I guess we just got lucky". You thought he wasn't telling you something but didn't say anything. The meal continued and everything was still going well. Wonwoo was very interesting and talking to him was so chill but also fun. He had an effortless quality about him, he seemed to look effortlessly good, was effortlessly funny and effortlessly nice but it wasn't annoying or forced. It was just how he was and you felt like you'd known him for ages. When Wonwoo went to the bathroom you checked your phone and saw 20 messages from Mari. You opened your phone and decided to call her instead of texting. "What happened are you okay?" You asked. "Y/n it's Wonwoo" she said and you froze "what is he a serial killer?". "What? No, he's a kpop idol! That's why he's so rich and always turns up at the cafe at odd hours! He's a successful idol and has been for years. I knew I'd seen him before". You pause "no he can't be". "He is, Google Wonwoo Seventeen and you'll see". You did and your phone was flooded with results. "Oh my god..." you said and your friend laughed "see! Y/n you're dating an idol!". You had no idea what to say but spotted Wonwoo on his way back so quickly hung up. Wonwoo smiled sitting down "would you like another drink?". You tried not to let on you knew who he was and it was surprisingly easy. The second Wonwoo sat back down things just felt normal and it made you question if this was the right Wonwoo. Maybe they were brothers or just really looked alike...until you went to leave and Wonwoo's suspicious hiding behaviour kicked in again. There were some men in black coats outside the restaurant with cameras and Wonwoo spotted them putting his hat back on. "You ready?" he asked and you nodded. "It looks a little busy so grab me if I'm moving too quickly" he said and you nodded. The second you stepped outside Wonwoo shot off, head down trying to avoid the cameramen's attention. You thought you'd made it when one of them shouted Wonwoo and they started following you. Luckily Wonwoo was in the car park and the gate closed behind you stopping them. You shot Wonwoo a look and he shrugged "some people know me from my performing". You almost laughed as that was his explanation of him being a world-famous idol. You just nodded not wanting to force him to tell you before he was ready and got in the car. Wonwoo drove you home and pulled up outside. "So I had a really good time tonight" he said and you nodded "me too I really enjoyed myself". Wonwoo smiled "great, so would you maybe like to do this again sometime?". You nodded "I would" and Wonwoo smiled "great so I'll text you..." and then he trailed off. "What?" you asked and he smiled "nothing you just look really nice in this light". You blushed slightly but smiled "you should see my view" and Wonwoo smiled. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" you asked and were pleasantly surprised to see the boy blushing. "Of course" he nodded and leaned across to kiss you. Wonwoo was clearly a good kisser and given he was a famous idol that made sense. He probably had lots of experience in this area but you ignored that and just focused on your moment with him. When you separated you took in a breath and Wonwoo smiled "that was a pretty excellent first kiss". You smiled "I'm glad you agree, see you later Wonwoo" and got out of the car. You managed not to look back and only when you safely inside did you squeal. Wonwoo returned home to find a few calls from his publicist saying he'd been spotted downtown but they hadn't managed to get any photos. Wonwoo was relieved and his members smiled when they saw him "so how was the date with the mysterious cafe girl?" Mingyu asked. "Ahh yes the place you have banned us from" Scoups said, "it better not have been for nothing!". Wonwoo smiled "it was good...she's so funny and interesting. Not to mention pretty". "Did you kiss her?" Dk asked bluntly and Jeonghan hit him "come on this is Wonwoo we're talking about" before everyone noticed Wonwoo's reaction. He'd frozen and was purposefully staring at his feet to hide his blush. "You kissed her?" Hoshi asked and Wonwoo nodded "she asked for a goodnight kiss so I gave her one". The guys all roared with excitement and began cheering. Once they'd settled down a little bit Jun asked an important question "how did she react when you told her you were an idol". Wonwoo paused "I'm not sure...". "Why? Could you not tell how she took it?" Joshua asked and Wonwoo shook his head "no I just didn't really tell her". "Wonwoo!" Seungkwan cried and Woozi laughed "even after the cameramen chased you down the street?". "I just said people knew me from my performing". "So you didn't tell her what you did at all?" Scoups asked and Wonwoo shook his head "she asked me about work but I managed to be vague". "Well that's not going to work all the time" The8 said "if you want to see her again you have to tell her". Wonwoo sighed "I know but it was nice to date someone who had no idea what I did! A person who I knew wasn't swayed by it". The guys all knew what that felt like so agreed. When you got back from your date you were buzzing but when you woke up the next morning you felt a little different. Last night you'd gone through all the positives but this morning you began to think of the negatives. The cameras last night were just a taste of the harassment you'd receive for dating a kpop idol. There were also stalkers, hate comments on all your Instagram photos and death threats to look forward to. Not to mention you couldn't have a normal relationship. Wonwoo would work a lot and even when he wasn't you couldn't hurt go out in public. Wonwoo had to be careful where he went and you realised last night he probably loosened the rules for you. You weren't sure if that was the life you wanted. Relationships in the public eye were very challenging and that was if Wonwoo ever wanted a relationship. The internet told you the names of many girls who had uprooted their lives only to be used and thrown away by idols. What if Wonwoo did the same? He seemed nice but he was an idol, he wasn't an innocent kid. You didn't know him and he could do that to you. When you came downstairs Mari smiled "so...how does it feel the morning after? You're like freaking Cinderella or something". You chuckled awkwardly "not that great" and explained your worries. Your friend nodded "see I understand where you're coming from but I think you're worrying for nothing. For one thing, we work together so there's no way you're losing your job even if this did get out. For two, if Wonwoo was the type to throw girls away like tissues wouldn't he have asked you out the second he saw you instead of getting to know you for months?". You paused "maybe...". "Plus I've been watching videos of them and he's definitely not like that" Mari said. You frowned "but that's his stage character he could be completely different". "Based on what we've seen in the cafe I don't think so". You weren't sure but agreed to watch one Seventeen video with Mari which turned into several. You saw what she meant. In the episodes, Wonwoo seemed just like the guy you knew. Thoughtful, smart, considerate and...well hot. But you were still more cautious and all day you hovered near your phone, scared anytime it lit up. Part of you thought it would be easier if Wonwoo just bever texted you about your next date but another part of you really wanted him to text you. Your phone buzzed around dinner time and sure enough, it was from Wonwoo. "Hey Y/n I had a really great time last night and can't wait to see you again. How does next Saturday around 7 sound?". You debated over a reply for way too long but eventually just went with your gut. "Sounds perfect! See you then".

For better or worse you wanted to keep getting to know the cute gamer guy who also happened to be a world famous idol. Only time would tell if it was the best decision of your life...or the worst.

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This is a three part series and you can read the other parts here: Part Two and Part Three.

[bobbasmultiverse]

strawberries & cigarettes

9. if we never try...

warnings: this is kinda from minghao's pov, profanity, teeth rotting fluff and someone being disgustingly in love that you'd want to puke for a brief moment, angst, smoking, suggestive themes

word count: 2189

song recs:

“you…you shouldn't be here.” you said, a bit timid at the sudden appearance of the wrong man in front of you.

minghao sighed, pursing his lips. “i know.”

“why are you here?”

“because soonyoung can't come.”

you were taken aback by that, blinking multiple times at the man before his mouth opened and closed. “what?”

“soonyoung can’t come. something came up for him and he…i don't know how to word this, but he forgot to tell you? seokmin said that, i don't know honestly.” he sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “listen, y/n. i know i'm, like, probably the last person you'd want sitting in front of you, but i'm a gentleman, okay? and i can't just let a pretty girl get stood up on her first date back home."

you stared at him, unknowing of where he got all that info from. "well, um, thank you, i guess. but you didn't really have to come all the way here so i wouldn't get stood up. you could've just called mingyu and he would've picked me up, no biggie." you chuckled slightly, staring at the unused utensils in front of you.

minghao was baffled, staring at you like you grew two heads. had his words completely flown over your head? did he say the words wrong and you didn't understand his intentions? probably.

"no, listen. this date is still a date, just with a different dude. and it can be a onetime thing, no pressure. but the date is still dating." he smiled proudly, as if one of his paintings were hung in the louvre, but he was far from that, and you were still not on the same page. "don't-don't say a thing. just enjoy the time. i'm pretty fun when i'm not hiking, i promise. just order whatever food you want, okay? i might look like a broke college student, but i promise i'm not."

"you never look broke, though." you pointed out in a murmur, grabbing the menu without protesting and sifting through it. "you actually look like a prince. with all the long coats and expensive glasses and accessory."

now, minghao was taken aback. he felt his face heat up as well, but he blamed it on the not broken airco, in the five star restaurant that he is still baffled about how soonyoung was going to afford it, at the start of spring were it was still chilly outside. definitely the not broken airco.

you think he looks like a prince, when you look like a whole angel sitting in front of him, a small pout on your lips as you rummaged through the menu, with your hair done so beautifully and your make-up finished perfectly.

was seokmin right? no, no, he can't be. these are just a bunch of random thoughts passing through his mind. they're just passing through his mind and going away with no return.

your phone suddenly started vibrating out of nowhere, snapping the man out of his thoughts as you put the menu down and picked up the phone instead, a small smile taking over your features that had the corners of your mouth dipping in, a new set of dimples that minghao was yet to see, but is now blessed with.

"hey, hoon."

hoon? did you mean jihoon? the jihoon you were at pledis cafe with? probably. you seemed a little too happy to be talking to him though.

"yeah, but soonyoung was a no-show."

he couldn't hear the other half of the conversation, but he could decipher some through your reactions and your hushed replies.

"no, minghao came instead...yeah."

minghao squinted his eyes, leaning more onto the table and abandoning the menu. now, why were you giggling on the phone?

you glanced over minghao's face before your face heated up out of nowhere. "can you-can you not?" now, minghao could hear a very loud laugh escaping through the phone.

then, you were quiet for a bit, humming every once in a while at whatever that jihoon was telling you before you nodded to yourself. "okay, i'll see if gyu can drop a change of clothes for me so i can crash at yours ... yeah, okay, see you then. bye."

minghao straightened right away once you lowered the phone from your ear, clearing his throat and pretending like he hadn't been eavesdropping on your phone call. "did you decide what you're gonna have?"

you hummed, nodding. "buldak, but cut down on the hot chilli and bibimpap, zero spice. and if you want to add fries, that'd be okay." never once did you meet the man's eyes as you told him that. you didn't know if he was gonna order for you, but you hoped that he would.

minghao only frowned at you for a moment before he was shaking his head and turning to his own menu. he heard that you were a picky eater, from mingyu, of course, and that you'd give the man hell sometimes with cutting out the essential part of the meal, but minghao never knew he'd get to experience it first hand.

so minghao ordered for you, adding the fries and ignoring the weird look from the waiter before he turned back to you as you waited for the food. you'd just put your phone down, texting mingyu the address where he would leave your things for jihoon to get and fiddling with your fingers instead.

"so," he started, leaning on his elbows. "how was it like in LA? away from your family and all that."

your eyes sparked at that, finally meeting his eyes for maybe the second-no, third time tonight, and minghao felt as if he was tracing a whole constellation in your orbs. "it was good, actually. some people think that it would've been really bad, but it wasn't at all. it only made me appreciate my family more and have an extra brother and a second mother. taught me to appreciate lots of things here, too."

you were smiling while speaking, your gaze dropping from minghao's mid-talk, but he was satisfied with the cute dimples dipping in your cheeks and right above the corners of your lips when you spoke. and he wanted to see them more.

"what, exactly?"

you hummed for a moment, leaning forward on your elbows. you'd decided that minghao was harmless a while ago, deciding to spend a good time instead of dwelling on something too stupid for you to remember. "my language, my family, wonwoo and his stupid 'did you know's," you paused, giggling, and minghao couldn't help the smile making its way onto his lips. "my korean friends, too...yoon and ryu, they're the best, could never compare to the ones in LA, to be honest. oh! mingyu's cooking, too. it would feel heavenly whenever i'd visit with josh. and...that's it." you finished off with a full grin, directed at the man sitting across from you. "what about you? you came from china to here, so you must have a reason and things that you miss from home."

minghao's mouth opened and closed, eyes flitting between your own before a soft smile graced his face. "well, actually me getting into fine arts was never on my list, to be honest. it just happened and i found myself in it during my senior year, then i got a scholarship and came here." he shrugged with a sigh. "i'm chasing the dream, you know? i still miss my parents, though. and my hometown, hai cheng. but, that's only it i guess. i obviously miss the culture and all that, but...i can always hit the chinese restaurant at the end of the street."

that elicited a laugh from you, and minghao felt pride and glee fill his chest at that.

"it's not the same, though. i mean, i always hit the korean restaurants in LA, but it's not like here, still. it can never be like home." you mumbled, a soft, almost sad, smile appearing on your lips just as the waiter came with the food.

"so, see you later?" you started, shoving your hands in your puffer as you turned towards the taller man.

he frowned, pursing his lips. "why? the date's not over yet."

you frowned as well. "it's not."

he shook his head, putting his hand out for you to take. "i still got some things up my sleeve, you know?"

you stared at his face for a little while, trying to get the intentions behind those eyes, but minghao was a wise man, smart as well, always showing what he wants the others to see, and right now, it was the challenge in his eyes.

why is he taking it as a challenge? not that he and you were competing over something? unless...

"i think you one-upped soonyoung quite enough, don't you think?" it was rhetorical, hands sticking by your side while minghao's was still welcome to you for the taking.

"it isn't really about soonyoung anymore, don't you think?"

your defeated sigh had his smile widen, as he felt your hand slip into his, cold and gentle, and he held tightly onto it as he started guiding you towards his car. but, good things never last do they?

"y/n!"

minghao's face scrunched up as he let out a deep sigh, your hand slipping from his as you turned around to face the other man.

seokmin, you caused this.

"and minghao."

"soonyoung, hey." minghao greeted, turning to face the man with a wave and a tight smile. "didn't think you were gonna show up," minghao paused, raising his wrist up tauntingly and looking at his watch with his head tilted. "two hours and thirteen minutes late."

soonyoung gaped at the foreigner before he turned to you, looking like a deer caught in headlights with your eyes wide and face flushed from the chill of the night.

soonyoung knew that minghao was definitely not supposed to be there, but he also knew that what he did to you was not cool at all, and it was the last thing he wanted to do to you, yet he did it, and there he is, standing on the side walk, many feet away from you with another man by your side.

"y/n, i-i'm sorry. i...something came up and i tried to go and come back as soon as i could, i'm really sorry." soonyoung said, taking multiple steps towards you to maybe try and convince you, show you his sincerity.

meanwhile, minghao leaned on the wall next to him, watching soonyoung as he tried to reach out for your hand and you pulling back before he grabbed his phone to text his friend and cuss him out, the smirk never dropping from his plump lips.

"you could've texted, you know. i wouldn't mind, but knowing would've been good." you mumbled, taking a step back from the man in front of you who looked helpless, like a sad little hamster.

soonyoung sighed, looking down at his feet and pursing his lips. "i know my actions aren't justified, but-"

"you should know that another woman would've thrown something at you and told you to 'fuck off', soonyoung. but, you're my brothers friend, and maybe i shouldn't have agreed to this, so-"

"stop, please." he took in a deep breath, clenching his eyes and fists shut before he met your gaze. "next friday, 6 p.m. and if i'm late or something you don't like happens, you can do all that, and you won't ever see me again. i promise."

you frowned at the man. he looked really sincere with a fire burning in his eyes. he's a good guy, you can tell that much...and a date with him wouldn't be so bad.

it's not like you and minghao were a thing, anyways.

"okay."

"what?" you heard from behind you, turning briefly to look at the baffled minghao before turning to soonyoung. "next friday, 6 p.m. and if you're a no-show again, i promise i'll make sure your remaining days in uni are a living hell, soonyoung...or at least until i forgive you."

now the two men were taken aback by your words, so sweetly said yet so disturbing. minghao liked it, soonyoung didn't.

you turned to the chinese, who only smiled sweetly at you and gesturing for you to take the lead as you started walking and he just had to briefly wave at the stumped soonyoung as he turned to follow behind you.

and he led you to his car, only for you to stare at it in awe. "this definitely screams broke college student." you mumbled sarcastically, looking over the BMW8 before you.

the man chuckled, opening the door to the convertible for you to get in like a gentleman. "i forgot to mention that i'm kind of a big shot back home." he stated, shutting the door gently as you settled into your seat before he was by your side.

"i'd like to drive it someday, if you may." you sighed, relaxing into the seat.

he only smiled to himself. "you bet."

"this is really good."

you hummed in agreement, too busy with your own ice cream, and so you missed the way minghao was looking at you when he spoke.

you were back here, in that same parking lot where you first saw the man, but instead of sitting on the pavement like last time, you were resting back on his car's hood, enjoying the city lights of seoul, closer to midnight now.

as you chewed down on the end of your cone, you rummaged in your jacket's pockets until you fished out the kurumi themed cigarette pack, putting a stick in your mouth once you swallowed down the food.

"i remember telling you i'm not a smoking enthusiast."

you glanced at him briefly, cigarette now lit as you hummed before tucking it between your fingers and pulling it away from your mouth. "i remember, too. yet you still got me a lighter."

he sighed, crossing his arms. "cause you looked upset, and it didn't suit you, even though you looked kind of cute."

you chuckled, turning towards him. "was the wine too much for you? are you drunk right now?"

he frowned, pouting slightly at you. "why'd you think that?"

"cause you just called me cute, and you shouldn't be doing that." you pointed out, blowing the smoke into the open night, only for minghao's face to scrunch up for a split second at that before turning to you.

"why?"

you shut your eyes, enjoying the breeze hitting your skin with a content smile on your face. "cause you know that soonyoung likes me."

"but do you like him?"

"why are your questions always like this?" you whined, turning away only for him to laugh at you and lean back more on the hood.

"no, but i'm serious, though. do you like him?"

humans are curious creatures, and minghao was no exception.

he watched you take a deep breath, look around for a bit before your gaze settled on your shoes. "i don't know, honestly. he's a nice guy, funny, kinda hot, too. but, i don't know. i guess i was gonna know if the date went through with him, but now i'll know next friday."

your shoes seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world now as you and minghao stared at it.

a million thoughts running through both your minds in the quiet of midnight, two kidults maneuvering through life, trying to take the best decisions you could manage, avoiding risks as best as you could, but...minghao was a risker.

"you know," he paused turning to you so he looked into your eyes, a surge of confidence going through his veins as the veil hiding his emotions dropped and minghao felt naked before you. "i'm a nice guy, i can be funny, too, if you want. and i'm definitely hot, don't you think?"

the shock was visible in your eyes as the smoke rose from the deadly stick while you stared at the man. a smile slowly rose on your lips, and minghao felt hope fill his chest. "but, you're kinda mysterious. a little emo, maybe? definitely hot, though." a giggle escaped your lips at the mock offence on the man's face as he crossed his arms across his chest like a little child.

maybe this was you rejecting him, declaring that he wasn't your type and that he should know that this is a one time thing. but, maybe you were correcting him, and that he was your type and not soonyoung, but also you could only be joking around, not serious about the matter and not planning on-

"don't work your pretty mind too hard, you can spend it on more important things."

he blinked at you, looking so ethereal with the moon lighting up your face and the smoke surrounding you. minghao didn't know whether you lit up another one, or if it was the same, but he thought that was enough smoking for the night.

"you're important, though."

and that small questioning hum, that small split second that you took to face him, that gentle touch of his hands on your cheeks, and that blissful feeling of his lips landing on yours, it was all so...beautiful.

the tobacco on minghao's tongue wasn't his taste, he didn't prefer it, but it was still coating your lips. your cherry tinted, heavenly and soft lips that minghao was currently lavishing as if it was his last meal.

he'd managed to throw the stick away from your hands without burning himself, promising that he'd pick it up later and discard it properly, but he was a bit caught up at the moment.

your hands were supporting you on the hood of his car, taking a second too long to process it that minghao had already pulled away from, eyes flitting between yours as the ghost of his touch remained on your lips.

"go with soonyoung on the date, but fuck it if i don't want you to come back to me, baby." he took heavy breaths as he said those words, gaze so intense you felt like crumbling at his command. "i know it's too early for this, too early for anything really...and too soon. but...i think i like you, y/n."

and then you were kissing him.

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pairing: kwon soonyoung x wonwoo's sister!oc, xu minghao x wonwoo's sister!oc (ft. SVT)

genre: college au, love triangle, brother's bestfriend, angst, fluff

synopsis: two minor, what you'd call, incidents, lead up to the craziest few months of your life, where you make friendships and break some and you end with having to make the craziest choices of your life; to be young and free forever, or to have the best love of all time.

bobba talks | this was initially a very fluffy chapter that it'd hurt my stomach from the butterflies, but it turned out like this cuz my profession is angst and drama, i'm not sorry

[jayvolans]

𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝗺 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐮

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇

the scream you let out was more than loud enough to send Childe, kaeya, and yae barging into your room, concern clear on their faces. “yn? what’s going on? what’s happened?” you grinned obnoxiously at them, eagerly showing them your phone.

“look! look! I pretty much aced my quiz!” you shouted, flopping back onto your back. they were quiet for a moment before breaking into cheers.

“we have to celebrate! i know how much that class has been kicking your ass,” childe grinned, sitting beside you. kaeya and yae both shared a knowing grin. “so alhaitham really helped, didn’t he?” yae interjected, teasingly.

kaeya’s eyebrows wiggled, adding to the joke. you just flipped them off before standing up. “he did. in fact, he offered to buy me padisarah pudding to apologize for missing the recording,” you stated matter of factly.

“why did he miss?” childe asked curiously. “…a hangover,” you admitted sheepishly. the three of them stared incredulously, not believing your words. “he got that drunk, on a school night?” kaeya reiterated, a smirk overtaking his face.

you stood up, smiling deviously. “anyways, i do need to get going so-“ “wait!” yae commanded, hands on her hips and evil grin on her lips. “you’re going out, willingly, with alhaitham?” she questioned.

you shrugged playfully. “i’m going to start changing whether you guys are in here or not,” you threatened. groaning, the three trouble makers left out the door, but not before promising to ‘figure you two out’.

still riding the high of your test score, you all but skipped through the tables of lambad’s cafe. seated in the corner, reading a book, was alhaitham.

grinning, you practically sprinted towards him, startling him when your hands slammed down on the table. “y-yn?! what the hell…?” he shouted, jumping to his feet.

your mind only on your rising grade, you threw your arms around alhaitham, words falling from your lips faster than you could process. “i aced my org chem test, thanks to you! like actually!”

after a beat of silence his arms slowly wrapped around you in return. “congratulations, yn, but that was all you, i just helped you study,” he replied softly.

your grin widened for a moment and then dropped when your mind caught up with your body. eyes widening, you pulled away, your face warm. you averted your gaze with an awkward cough and rocked back on your feet.

“well, thank you anyways, you really helped me,” you stammered. alhaitham nodded, his hand covering the pink tint rising on his cheeks. “of course. did you finish the eleventh and twelfth chapters?”

and just like that, the tense air dispersed and you were both sitting down, the conversation flowing.

even though you’d started off by talking about the books, your conversation has quickly drifted from the topic to other things. it had suddenly occurred to you that you really didn’t know much about alhaitham besides his academic prowess and the opposite was the same as well.

but that tended to happen when all of your interactions for over a year only included harsh jabs and searing scowls. but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find out more now. better late than never, right? “you mean to tell me, that you killed not only a cactus, but a succulent too?” alhaitham echoed incredulously. you huffed under your breath.

“everyone lied when they said it was easy. i either overwater it or underwater it and amount of sunlight? don’t even get me started!” you whined helplessly.

you expected to hear more teasing, but instead you heard a soft laugh. alhaitham was laughing at you, but it wasn’t mocking or derisive. he was genuinely amused by you (or your lack of gardening skills).

“one of these days, i’ll make a manual so you can properly take care of a plant. no more plants deserve to die at your hands,” he snickered. you protested, but you couldn’t help but latch onto the fact that he was willing to help you, even if it was only for the plants sake.

“okay, okay, enough about me! what are you bad at? besides holding your alcohol, of course,” you smirked. he scoffed, but leaned back in your chair.

“hmmm, that’s a hard one…” he sighed jokingly to which you scoffed tamely at, “honestly though, i’d have to say cooking,” he mumbled, shaking his head. your eyebrows raised. “cooking…?” you echoed.

alhaitham nodded, frowning petulantly. “yes, cooking. it’s awful and i never get the proportions right,” he sighed. you cocked an eyebrow. “do you use a… recipe?”

just as you feared, alhaitham looked at you as if you’d said the stupidest phrase known to man. “i once heard that cooking is like chemistry, so why wouldn’t i experiment?”

you took a bite of your padisarah pudding and waved your spoon at him. “now why,” you swallowed, “would you treat it like actual chemistry? use a recipe, you’ll do much better,” you promised.

the silver haired scholar moved your spoon away with the tip of his finger before responding. “that’s the thing! even when i use one it comes out awful. either it’s burnt or undercooked or i missed some obscure instruction!” 

you shook your head with a smirk. “so you made fun of me for being bad with plants, but you’re struggling with a life skill?” you teased. alhaitham rolled his eyes, waving a dismissive hand.

"I just make my roommate, kaveh, do it. he doesn't pay rent, so he has to earn his keep somehow," he grinned evilly. you nodded sagely. “and they were roommates,” you teased, straight faced.

alhaitham groaned aloud. “if i hear that phrase one more time… kaveh has even started calling himself a ‘male wife’?” you couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

alhaitham was pretty much the opposite of every one of your pre conceived notions about him, in fact, you were genuinely having fun getting to know him.

it was a scary thought, but as alhaitham lamented over the ‘woes of having a helpless idiot as a roommate’ you couldn’t help but find that that was a future problem for a future yn.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬❧ 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❧ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭❧

Happy Valentine’s Day my beloveds!!🫶🏾

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓❧

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[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟐

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

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"who's going?" y/n asked Pedri

"ferran gavi and fermin. coming?" Pedri asked again.

When she heard Ferran's name, she decided to go out for breakfast with them. She hasn't seen him in a few days and misses him.

"yeah I'll go. let me just grab my jacket" she got her jacket from her room and followed Pedri to his car.

The drive was silent, and for some reason y/n felt that Pedri is still sensing something, after she found out he overheard her phone call with Ferran. When he asked her who it was she just said 'no one' which he obviously didn't believe but he didn't ask further.

"is everything okay?" she asked, feeling like he had something to say

"are you like seeing someone right now? why won't you tell me who it is?" Pedri asked, glancing at her for a moment.

y/n let out a sigh. She was sensing that it's about time he's gonna know, it was close and she was fearing that moment.

"you don't know him" she replied, trying to avoid the conversation with him

"then why won't you introduce me to him?" he asked again

y/n huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. He was annoying her with all these questions and she's not much of a good liar so she doesn't really know how to answer most of the times.

"it's too early" she murmured, looking outside the window.

"then when is it not early?" he asked again

"god Pedri just shut up and stop asking so many questions already" she snapped.

Pedri rolled his eyes and scoffed. Luckily they arrived to the cafe they were supposed to meet the other guys at.

He parked the car before they both walked inside. Ferran was the only one there, sat on his phone.

y/n smiled when they approached the table he was sat at. When he saw them, he smiled. His eyes lingering on y/n all the time.

Pedri noticed it. He did. But he didn't think much of it. Because they're friends. And his twin sister wouldn't lie to him right?

Ferran hugged the twins, his arms tightening more around y/n before she pulled away so it doesn't look too suspicious.

Pedri sat down, while y/n sat beside Ferran so that Gavi can sit next to Pedri when he arrived.

They were having a normal conversation, y/n just listening to them while they talked, admiring Ferran's features which she seemed to like even more each day, without feeling too weird about it.

Gavi and Fermin arrived soon after that. They all ordered their food and waited.

Fermin, Gavi and Pedri seemed to be having a conversation on their own, leaving Ferran and y/n to talk alone.

"how have you been precosia? i haven't seen you for a while" he said in a low voice, although the other guys were loud and definitely wouldn't hear them.

"I'm fine. Just Pedri is annoying me by asking so many questions" she complained

Ferran chuckled, grabbing her hand from under the table, intertwining their fingers together. She looked down at their hands, smiling at his small way of showing affection.

"y/n? did you even hear me?" Pedri said annoyed.

y/n looked away quickly, humming as if she was listening

"what were you saying?" she asked, Pedri rolling his eyes as a response.

"nothing" he mumbled, this time y/n rolling her eyes at him.

The other guys sensed the tension between the twins, so Fermin tried to make a small talk.

"so y/n...what position do you play?" he asked.

Ferran looked closely at Fermin, noticing the little look in his eyes while looking at y/n. He squeezed y/n's hand in his before she spoke up.

"my main position is a left winger. But I also play as a striker and sometimes on the right" she replied, while Fermin nodded with a smile.

"oh so like Ferran?" he said. y/n nodded with a smile, looking at Ferran for a split second before looking away.

Their food soon arrived, and they ate in silence. Gavi being the clumsy boy he is dropped his fork on the floor. He bent down to get it, but something caught his eye. He saw the hands of Ferran and y/n tangled in each other.

He raised his eyebrows, sitting up with a confused look on his face. He looked at y/n and Ferran, who didn't seem to notice him looking at them.

"is everything okay?" Pedri asked. Gavi snapped his eyes away from the couple, nodding his head.

y/n noticed the look on Gavi's face, quickly dropping her hand from Ferran's. Her heartbeat rate increased instantly, hoping Pablo won't snitch.

"darling?" Ferran whispered in her ear. She looked at him, the look of worry on her face.

The other guys went back to their talk, while Gavi still glanced every second at them

"Gavi saw us" she mumbled, when the guys weren't noticing.

"what do you mean?" he asked

"he saw our hands Ferran. now he's gonna snitch and tell Pedri. we're screwed" she whispered, in a slightly panicking tone

Ferran placed his hand on her thigh, telling her to calm down and that he'll talk to Gavi about it.

She relaxed a bit under his touch but still thought of what might happen if Pedri found out from Pablo.

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"Gavi can i have a word with you?" Ferran asked, before the player walked out of the lockers

Pablo knew Ferran was gonna ask him about what he saw the other day.

"um...Xavi said he wants us out right now so..." he trailed off, trying to avoid the conversation with him

Ferran rolled his eyes and walked to Gavi.

"about what you saw the other day, you better not tell Pedri mate. you don't wanna know what happens if you do" Ferran warned him, Gavi swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding nervously before both of them left to their training session.

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"are you sure he won't tell him? Ferran I'm really scared" y/n said, pacing around her room.

"baby you have nothing to worry about. He won't snitch I promise" Ferran grabbed her hands, pulling her to his lap

He looked at her with an assuring look, rubbing her thigh with his hand. She looked at him for a while, seeing his confidence that Gavi won't tell. She relaxed a bit, dropping her head on his shoulder.

"god why did he have to see us" she murmured into his shoulder, making him chuckle.

"he's a clumsy and nosy boy. At least it was him and not Pedri" Ferran said, making y/n nod.

"I just hope that Pedri finds out from us and not someone else. I want us to tell him instead of finding out in a bad way" she said, making Ferran hum.

"don't worry my love. It's gonna be fine" he mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

(drama next chapter)

[nattyluvs]

CAFE CUTIE - chapter 4

you approached the all-so familiar spot on the corner of the street. the drawings on the window of the menu items for the week visible.

unfortunately, it was basically rush hour for the cafe, even though it was later in the day on a weekend. beomgyu, the barista that was pretty much there every single time you visited, happened to not be there today.

it was weird, now it was rush time and there wasnt anybody to make slow conversation with behind the counter. you quickly ordered something from the unfamiliar barista, and sat down at the last table empty.

you reached into your bag, about to pull out your notebook, just to vent, jot down ideas, write literally anything. you just needed something to get your mind off everything going on.

"um, is it okay if i sit here? there isnt any more tables open" you heard a voice mumble

you looked up from your urgent writing in the notebook, a young guy appeared, though apperance barely shown. he was wearing a mask and a hoodie, hard to figure out why he looked so familar.

"yeah, its fine dont worry." you smiled, continuing to write. you only got a auick glance at him, but he was definitely cute. his eyes were an obvious giveaway.

but, he just looked so familar, you couldnt quite put your finger on it. deciding to speak up, you asked,

"do we know eachother? sorry if this is weird, you just seem familar, like ive seen you before."

"no, i dont think we do...sorry" the guy mumbled again. you thought, maybe hes shy? or maybe his voice is soft? but its not. he has a sort of deep voice, its just barely spoken, almost not even audible.

"i see... do you perhaps go to decelis?"

"umm...no i go to jyp...the other school in town"

"ohh i see, our schools are rivals huh" you smiled again, hopefully getting some more words out of him.

"yeah, haha" he laughed a bit, "also...not to be nosy but whats the eyepatch for?" he quietly spoke

you scoffed, followed by a sigh, "at school we had our rally, and during the senior game i got hit by a dodgeball by this popular dude named jake or something. the worst part is, he didnt even apologize! or acknowledge that he hit me!" you explained, hint of anger in your voice.

"i see...he's kind of an asshole for that, he shouldve apologized." he whispered, but just loud enough so you could hear."

"right! now i have to wear an eyepatch for my homecoming photos, and nobody is going to ask to go with me..."

"dont say that, im sure somebody would take you, your pretty and you have a nice personality, dont doubt yourself."

"thats alot of compliments for someone you just met." you questioned, but also embarassed at the sudden praise.

"anyways, i didnt mean to dump all my problems onto a stranger, whats your name?"

"umm...my name is..ethan"

"okay...ethan. you seem interesting, give me ur phone."

without hestitation, he quickly handed over his phone, no seccond thoughts.

"ive got to go now, but i'll see you another time, yeah?" you gathered your things, flashing another smile before walking out the door.

the boy sat in silence for awhile, drowning in his own thoughts until he checked his phone, seeing the new contact added as "yn"

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[starchaserdreams]

Erm, hello!

I am an aspiring writer. I have these stories in my head that I love and want to write about. But when I try, it's the absolute worst shit I've ever seen in my life.

Sorry, what I'm trying to ask is, any tips for younger writers who have no idea what they're doing...?

Hi! I have no idea what I'm doing ever, but I'll try to answer as best as I can. I'll start with generic advice, then say what works for me specifically. Sorry this got so long.

We're all kind of fumbling through life. The writing habits that I have have come from three sources:

a) hearing what other people do and building from them. I'm always in one writers group or another (currently I'm in a local writers group, and I'm regularly involved with two different NaNoWriMo groups in November, one locally and one virtually) and I've picked up a lot from them

b) a metric fuckton of trial and error. Because while part (a) is great some of the time, most of the things that work for other people don't work for me. I can't set a strict schedule at the same time everyday. I can't edit for a long time after I write.

c) NaNoWriMo (see link) helped me SO MUCH. I don't think everything can be written that way, but in terms of getting a handle on your own voice, preventing yourself from stopping to edit, and letting the story flow on its own, NaNo is amazing. It's a great starting point. Editing can come later, once the words are done on the page.

If you're unfamiliar, it's a (totally free) event that happens in November every year where everyone tries to write 50,000 words of a brand new novel in the span of one month. That's 1,667 words per day, so there isn't much time to stop and edit as you go. You just keep going. It's a competition against yourself rather than anyone else, to see if you can accomplish the task. It's also a community based event, so you can commiserate with other writers about the bad and celebrate with them about the good.

They have smaller events in April and July, but to really get the feel of it, November is when it's a party (or a rollercoaster, either way). I went to write-ins in cafes, bars, grocery stores, on the subway, etc. The event is a whole vibe, and now they have in person events again (they paused for covid). If you want to stay virtual, they have that too!

And as for what works for me:

1.

This most certainly wouldn't work for everyone, but it's my current strategy:

I think best when I'm in motion. By far. So most of my storyboarding I do while walking or driving, and I dictate into the notes app on my phone.

I do most of my dialogue this way too, because speaking it out loud makes it feel more like a conversation and more natural. I won't dictate the narration, but I'll include action tags. So it comes out like "Anthony: *flings door open, eyes wide* what in blazes are you doing??" (I add punctuation later)

Then when I get home, I often have several thousand words of notes to work from. My notes file for my last fic was 30k words, almost all of which had been dictated. It's a lot. It might sound daunting.

But it was done while out for a walk or drive, so it felt easy and effortless. And then when it came time to actually write, I got 48,000 words of a first draft done in 8 days (about 15k of which was just copy pasted from the outline. The whole time it felt like cheating and using guidelines to write the actual story, but it was all my original work, just done at different times.

2.

Keep writing as an exciting treat rather than a chore.

I've started to create little writers retreats for myself. My friends and I rented an AirBnB for two nights this winter, where the entire goal was reading and writing. Sure there was sitting around the fire talking and eating good food, but we built it up so that the writing was the exciting part. It worked SO WELL. We did writing activities together too, not just staring at a word doc. We did character studies and made little AUs to imagine our characters in.

A friend and I took a six hour road trip for another writers retreat too. We spent the 12 hours (RT) in the car talking about our stories and characters. We'd started with dozens of prompts so we'd have enough material, and we never ran out. Then we took rest stops at gas stations and restaurants and did little 15 minute writing sprints. It really got me fired up. I wrote 6,000 words over the two days of that retreat!

Keeping writing fun can be big things (my sister and I did a writers retreat like that in Hawaii) or little things (I always treat myself to a donut and a coffee on Sunday mornings and then have a leisurely morning in the cafe writing).

I can't say if any of this will work for you, because I can't even say whether it'll still work for *me* in a few years. But I hope it's food for thought!

Anyway this is like one million words long so sorry about that, hope it was interesting.

[mazeinthemiroh]

I'm loving this narrative of Jongho and his partner gossiping because it'd be so much fun and he'd definitely love to entertain and make his partner laugh so much :( my sweet bear

Also I think they'd love to listen to conversations when they're in a group, or sitting at a cafe, or in the subway, and someone says something suspicious and you look at each other like 👀 (or maybe squeeze his hand as a signal that this will be tea for later lmao I do that with my bestie all the time)

Also imagine one day you interrupt your gossiping session by saying 'do you think people also gossip about us the same way?' and he replies with 'nah, we're perfect 🥰'

please someone give me a jongho 😭😭😭😭😭

this emoji 👀 perfectly covers half of your expressions made when you're in public with jongho

especially on the subway, omg. in a confined space with a bunch of strangers, the both of you standing next to each other holding onto the bars for stability. and all of a sudden this guy starts ranting loudly on the phone about how his wife is cheating on him with his boss and you and jongho just look at each other like 👀

it's so hard not to laugh because obviously it's a bad situation and you would hate to be the guy but why does he have to say it so damn loud??

and, a more important question... wheres the popcorn?? front row tickets for free, let's gooooo

[bammthebandit]

Hallway Crush!Ino who you initially run into in the campus cafe. Like the gentleman he is, he allowed you to skip him in the chipotle line after overhearing the somewhat loud complaints you gave your friend. He’s had your head spinning since

Hallway Crush!Ino who you come to realize has not just one but two shared classes with you (statistics and marketing), the only problem is that he is on the other side of the lecture hall. After coming to this realization, you promptly change seats in your shared statistics class (making sure to only change seats in one class so he wouldn’t get suspicious), now seated about two rows behind him you can sneak glances as you daydream about him as much as you please

Hallway Crush!Ino who notices a new face near his normal corner of the classroom but doesn’t acknowledge it

Hallway Crush!Ino who you honestly had never noticed prior to your first interaction, but you now find everywhere on campus no matter what time of day, he just always seems to be passing by

Hallway Crush!Ino who has become a hot topic in your group chat, it’s not your fault though, how could you not inform your friends about how hot he looks skateboarding from one building to another for his classes

Hallway Crush!Ino whose shaggy hair slightly glides in the wind as he rides his board from class to class, who you’ve noticed has a bad habit of pulling at the hair on his nape when stressed

Hallway Crush!Ino who wears his signature beanie religiously, you’ve never seen him without it but you only think it adds to his charm, your friend however believes his hair is probably a growing grease ball and that beanie hasn’t been washed since it was bought

Hallway Crush!Ino who you rave about to your friends after passing in the halls each day because there truly is no better pick-me-up after a day full of long classes, if anything your friends should be happy he has given you so much motivation to attend your classes, considering the day before you’d ran into him you thought about beginning a skipping streak

Hallway Crush!Ino whose Instagram your friend helps you find after you’ve overheard his friend calling out to him, from there you learn his full name Ino Takuma, apparently he is a 20yr old sophomore and majors in Engineering

Hallway Crush!Ino whose Instagram you stalk damn near the entire night, scrolling between the 20 or so posts he has up and even going as far as to check his highlights too. No sign of a significant other, a fact you celebrate. You can’t help but smile at your phone in the dark of your dorm room, captivated by his smile in the plethora of pictures. That night you fall asleep cheesing, phone clutched to your chest and still open to Instagram.

Hallway Crush!Ino who wakes up to a notification the following morning. ‘New Follower’ is written at the top of his Notification Center. After checking the profile, he realizes he recognizes you, who started sitting behind him in his statistics class a couple weeks ago. Scanning your profile thoroughly he smiles and reciprocates the follow. Maybe he should dress a bit better for classes today.

Hallway Crush!Ino who shows up to class in his usual baggy casual wear, but the air around him is a bit different, there is more confidence behind his usual slouch. He has a few more accessories outside of his signature beanie, you take notice of the jewelry and belts that have added extra flare to his everyday style. He’s so attractive you honestly felt like screaming. He converses with his friend as they make their way to their usual seats but before he can sit down, he looks back a few rows behind him where you’re seated and offers a small smile. “Good morning”

Hallway Crush!Ino who leaves you a bit shocked, you’ve never had an actual conversation, so this greeting is out of the norm. After checking to make sure it was you who he was talking to you offered a reply back “Good morning”

Hallway Crush!Ino who since then, has gone out of his way to say good morning to you every Tuesday and Thursday you share classes together. Before he can sit in his seat he must look back and offer you some form of acknowledgment. Even going as far as to greet you regardless of if you don’t sit near him for your marketing class. You’re unsure why this has started but you suspect it was because of the accidental follow you gave him on Instagram two weeks ago. You woke up the next morning to a follow back, which led you to rant to your friends in excitement and embarrassment.

Hallway Crush!Ino who after a few weeks of this arrangement has started saying hello to you outside of classes too. He waved at you in passing on his way to other classes, said hi if he saw you in the cafe, and even started liking posts on your social media. The small interactions have left you reeling in excitement. Each one leaves you giddy, so much so that your friends have started to call you down bad. You can’t help it though, the way he goes out of his way to acknowledge you regardless of who he or you are around makes your heart race. You’d only wish you dared to start up a conversation of your own or prolong it past simple greetings. Maybe you’d try the next time you saw him.

Hallway Crush!Ino who you notice you’ve seen less and less of once midterms draw near. Your statistics professor was known to be one with high standards for his students, and that was definitely reflected in the way he grades his midterms. You figure that must be the reason you hardly see Ino outside of class anymore. He doesn’t zip past you on his board, or hang in the cafe with his friends, he doesn’t even linger out near the door of your shared class bothering your professor with questions. He comes to class with a concentrated look and then rushes out with his textbooks as soon as you’re all dismissed.

Hallway Crush!Ino who has been pulling at the hair of his nape more and more, who has eyebags the size of his skateboard, and honestly couldn’t tell you the time if you asked. This math midterm seemed to be weighing heavily on him, you’d never seen him this stressed, if anything he seemed to be the type of student who could wing it on a test and still get a good grade if he really wanted.

Hallway Crush!Ino who comes into your next Thursday class almost zombie-like. His shirt peaking from under his hoodie more than usual, like it was haphazardly thrown on minutes before, his sweats hanging a little lower than usual, and his beanie damn near slipping off his head. You’d never seen so much of his hair before, thankfully your friend was far from right, it wasn’t greasy in the slightest. If anything it looked so soft, even disheveled. Fuck he was even cute with bedhead. You really were down bad. You don’t have much time to dwell on that fact though because your professor starts explaining the process for your midterm that will take place next Tuesday.

Hallway Crush!Ino who is so out of it, he doesn’t even notice his precious beanie fall completely off and land under his seat as he scribbles away in a tattered notebook. You realize you should probably inform him about the disappearance of his beloved beanie but doing so without disrupting the class would be a challenge, considering your rows apart. So, you open your phone to DM him about the matter. Although you hesitate. This isn’t just any guy you’re about to text; this is a crush that is almost two months in the making. Okay maybe you're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be, but anyone would be nervous talking to their crush. So instead of just messaging him like a normal person, the last 10 minutes of your lecture are spent contemplating if you should go through with it or not.

Hallway Crush!Ino who by the time you gather yourself, has already left the classroom because your teacher has just dismissed you. His friends are a few steps behind although not as urgent. And his beloved beanie still rests on the classroom floor. Sighing in disappointment, you get up and make your way to pick it up. It looks pitiful on the floor, reminding you of the depressing sight that Ino was right now. You walk to your professor with the beanie in hand.

“Excuse me sir, someone left this in one of the back rows. Could I leave it here for them to collect it?”

With a nod of approval, your professor points to the lost and found bin in the corner closest to the supply closet. “Yes of course, although this room with be closed until Tuesday in preparation for exams. So, they’ll have to wait until next Tuesday to pick it up.”

Wincing at that information you pull the beanie back. “Oh, well never mind then I can return it to them myself, I imagine they’ll want this much sooner than Tuesday.”

Your professor gives you an understanding nod before ushering you toward the door. “Understandable, thank you for doing so I know it could cut into your personal time. Now if you need any further help, please feel free to contact me.”

Making your way out of the classroom you stand in the hall. You really should’ve just mustered up the courage to send that message. Would he be okay without his beanie? You’d never seen him go a day without it, so it’s hard to imagine he’d wait until the next class to come retrieve it. Looking down at the black fabric your heart clenches.

Pulling your phone from your back pocket with newfound determination, you type up a new message for Hallway Crush!Ino

“Hey Ino, this is ୨୧ from your statistics class. I think I have something that belongs to you”

Authors note:

୨୧ - y/n

Alright ntm on meeee😭 this is my first time writing on this app. I could barely find any content for Takuma so I figured I’d do it myself 😫

this is all honestly off the dome with no proper preparation or corrections. Sorry if that bothers you😋 again nothing was planned out prior to me typing this up so if the classes don't necessarily connect with his major then whoops! wasn't sure what specific classes an engineering major would take so I just picked some gen ed classes

that being said lemme know if you enjoy this, cuz i kinda wanna make this multiple parts

-bammbo