#many for ears for me to decide what's best. maybe just a second lobe piercing? or a daith. idk ive just been thinking on it for a few

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

ughhhhhh i really want to get a new piercing but i can't decide on what i wantttttt

[justboredtingz]

Yes, Your Highness || Kenma x reader 🔞

I’ve had this on my mind for awhile now and I decided I might as well write it so here’s an AU where reader is a female knight in charge of taking care of Kenma. In this story, the reader is bigger than kenma in my head so idk lol 

It was almost sunset by the time you finished your chores around Prince Kenma’s quarters. He sat idly on his bed, waiting for you to finish so you could bathe and prepare him for sleep. The king had only the best knights of the kingdom protect his son. Originally, If you weren’t out on a quest per the king’s commands, you would be standing guard outside the Prince’s quarters during the night. You were even the one to escort him whenever he had business outside of the castle. You’ve had quite a few conversations with the prince, usually during times when he wasn’t able to sleep during the night. However, the Queen realized Kenma had taken a liking to you and ordered you to become somewhat like his personal servant and bodyguard. “He’s never interacted with someone so much before! It might be because you’re both the same age, but I trust you to make sure he is cared for at all times!” Of course, you had no problem with it. He wasn’t a difficult person to be around, especially since he never gave you trouble. In the end, you ended up having to stay in the room right next door to his for safe keeping. Whenever he needed you, you were always there, even when it was just for some company. 

It’s been half a year since this sudden change to your daily routine and you found yourself falling for the cat-like prince. I mean who wouldn’t? All of the princesses from other kingdoms have their eyes set only on him. He’s literally the perfect prince. It doesn’t help it that you spend almost every second with him. You get to see him at his best and his worst and you love it all. Honestly, if you had to, you don’t think you could go a day without seeing your precious prince. 

“I’m almost done folding your clothes, your highness, afterwards I’ll run your bath and make sure to put extra bubbles in it! I apologize for making you wait so long..” you gave him a soft smile. He only nodded at you before looking down at his bare feet, wiggling his toes patiently. it’s a cute habit of his that he does way too often. 

After folding what seemed like every piece of clothing Kenma owned and starting the prince’s bath, you looked over to see him sleeping soundly, a subtle snore escaping his lips. You found yourself walking over to his bed, sitting on the edge as softly as possible trying not to wake him. Kenma had always slept so peacefully when you were around. Although he never verbally said it, it was obvious from his actions that he put his full trust in you and was comfortable enough to be so vulnerable around you. 

You studied the soft features of his face. Long lashes, plump lips that were just the right size, the silky hair that graced his forehead. He was truly a beautiful prince. 

Shaking his body ever-so gently, you spoke in a hushed tone,” Your highness, it’s time for your bath. I would have liked to let you sleep but the Queen would never forgive me if I allowed you to in such attire.” 

Kenma’s eyes fluttered open, exposing his honey, almost golden irises. He sat up enough to let you begin undressing him from his day clothes, before slipping him in your arms to carry him to the bathtub. You remember the first time you had to bathe him, getting over the embarrassment of having to wash a person the same age as you, You were absolutely SHOOK at how smooth and purely untainted his skin was. This is when the first sinful thoughts came into play. Just think of all of the marks I could leave on his body, he wouldn’t be so pure anymore~

The first few minutes of you scrubbing his body were spent in silence. Kenma was never one to talk much, even when it came to you. You sat in a stool behind the tub, lathering shampoo into his hair and making sure to massage his scalp. For some reason, the tension in the air felt different than usual. It felt almost intimate. 

Suddenly, Kenma leaned his head back enough to where you could look into his eyes. You had stopped what you were doing, a confused expression on your face.

“What’s the matter, your Highness?” You removed some of the soapy hair that was stuck on his cheek. He didn’t reply, giving you time to become hypnotized by his piercing gaze.

Ba-dump

 It took everything in you not to kiss the boy. not to make him completely yours. He didn’t have to say anything to make your heart beat out of your chest. His eyes did all of the work. Your thoughts went back to everything you could do to him. As a knight, You’ve had plenty experience, with both women and men, and you were set on showing Kenma all of your skills one day. He’d be in for a wild ride. 

“join me.”

A moment had passed before it finally clicked in your head and you almost fell out of your stool, “ HUH??!?!”

Seems like that day came earlier than expected.

His straight-faced expression never changed, but his voice was low and it took him a second to repeat himself, ”I want you to join me.”

You couldn’t help the smirk appearing on your lips, “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate, your highness?”

He didn’t respond, only pouting with a shrug of his shoulders before averting his gaze. You didn’t like that. That’s not the expression that you want on his face.

“make room..” Although the tub was a nice size, you were somewhat bigger than kenma, that being in height and in muscle. You began taking off the layers of clothing you had on. You never wore your armor doing chores around the Prince’s room, only a simple gown that was easy to move around in. Never breaking eye contact with the prince, you stripped from your clothes. He watched you intently , his straight face never faltering. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking and It filled you with so much anticipation, your body seemed to shiver. 

As you stepped into the tub, Kenma scooted up some to let you position yourself behind him, one leg on either side of his body, you tried to keep some distance so your chest wouldn’t be directly on his back. 

Self-control was getting harder and harder to hold on to, not with the way he watched you from the corner of his eye. The air became so thick with many different emotions that it could have been sliced with a knife. You could just picture it, having him under you, whining to touch him more, to please let him cum. The thought sent a tingling feeling from your toes straight to your finger tips. Maybe it’s the heat of the tub, or just because you haven’t been pleased in awhile, but you needed him.

You began washing his hair once again to get your mind off of the sinful thoughts overwhelming it. It wasn’t helping that Kenma was letting out such satisfying noises from your ministrations. 

“Does that feel good, your highness?”  Smiling down at him, he leaned back against your chest, squishing your breast against his back to look up at you. His eyes were low and somewhat darker than usual, probably from the heat. He didn’t speak, only replied with a nod and a content sigh. 

You let your hands travel farther down his body, swiping the sponge across his chest. Although you were focused on cleaning him, Kenma never looked away from your face. He was only centimeters away from yours, your breath fanning over his lips. Swiping a little bit too harshly over his nipple, Kenma held in a groan, his eyes becoming even darker. 

Your smile slowly changed into something more sinister,” What was that, puddin’? Did you like that?” repeating that same motion, you stroked the sponge across his nipples once again, getting a more intense reaction from the prince. 

Kenma dropped his head down, this time fully letting out a moan. damn, what a sight. A pretty prince damn near crumbling in your hands, and you haven’t even done anything yet. 

You brought one hand to his cheek, pulling his face back to yours while the other ghosted over his lower abdomen. He focused on your eyes before lowering to look at your lips. ah fuck it.

Your mouth was moving before your brain could even think, “ Do you want me to touch you, puddin’?” You let your lips barely graze over his, trying to see if he would move away or not. When he only licked his lips, part of his tongue touching your bottom one, you continued,” Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Kenma letting out choked “yes” was all you needed to wrap your arms around his body, grasping his already erect cock while the other held him around his torso. He reached one of his hands up to bury it in your hair, forcing you into a heated make-out session. 

Your thumb skinned over the tip of his cock, causing a gasp to fall from the prince’s lips and his head to be thrown back. He’s never been touched like this before, and it was showing. You took this chance to attack his neck, leaving little red marks here and there. As much as you wanted to make marks that would last, you knew someone would see them and find out about your little fun time, and you’d rather be able to stick around with the prince a while longer. While one hand continued to tease his pretty cock, the other found its way into kenma’s hair, pulling it back to give you better access to his throat. there you peppered and licked hot kisses from his chin to his jaw line, then straight to his ear lobe.

 “You could have told me sooner that this is what you wanted. You know my duty is to serve you, your Highness.” The hand teasing his cock went and groped his balls, massaging them in a way that turned kenma dizzy. He ended up pushing closer to your body, the feeling of your pert nipples scraping across his back sending tingles down your spine.

“(y/n)...please.” He had his eyes closed shut while his mouth was drooped open in pure bliss. You felt him grind into your hand, trying to force more friction. 

“Hm? What was that puddin? I don’t know what you want unless you tell me?” you teased.

“I-”

“No puddin, look me in the eyes and tell me what I can do to serve you.” When he opened his eyes, you gave him a sweet smile. His features were painted with rose, eyes clouded with nothing but pure lust. Even like this, his beauty never faded. 

“ Make me cum, (y/n).. ” He breathed out.

“yes, your highness.” With a satisfied hum, you brought yourself to your knees, getting kenma to sit on the edge of the tub with his back against the cold tile. 

“I want to hear you, okay?” You placed yourself between the prince’s knees, taking his pretty pink cock in one hand, giving it one good pump before letting your tongue explore the tip. A lewd moan fell from his lips while hands weakly gripped your wrist. 

You stared up into intense gold as your tongue traced all around his tip and along his slit. Other than the soap, you tasted the slight saltiness of precum along his tip.  

“Fuck, yes.” Kenma moaned in a raggedy tone. His cocked twitched in your hand as if he was already about to reach his release.

“potty mouth are we? I haven’t even started and you’re already about to cum? Puddin’, you wanted me this much?” Finally, You dragged you tongue along the underside of his entire length, before taking him into your mouth. Starting off by slowly bobbing your head, Your tongue never stopped swiping along his tip, making sure to give it extra attention. 

Kenma couldn’t stop the moans from falling out, turning you on so much you couldn’t help but use your free hand to try to relieve some of the pressure in your core.

“You taste so fucking good, puddin~”  you praised, speeding up your bobbing. The tip of his cock only reached the back of your throat, but thick enough to make you drool. Your fingers never stopped working your clit, occasionally dipping down to feel at your entrance. 

“(y/n), fuck, please, yes, i’m so-” His voice was so strained as he jutted his hips into you, which encouraged you to take him in deeper, so deep your nose was able to touch his pelvis. Your eyes watered but if felt as if this is what you were meant to be; you were meant to please Kenma in any and every way. 

His cock throbbed in your throat and kenma’s pace became sloppy. His back arched off of the wall, head thrown back in a whiny mess. You felt yourself come undone in the bath water, a moan rumbling in your throat, vibrations going straight to his cock.

With one last harsh suck, you milked him of his release, salty white cum shooting into your mouth, covering your wet muscle. He looked back down at you and you showed him your cum-covered tongue, which caused his face to turn into a darker shade of red. such a pure boy~

An idea came to mind.

“Wanna taste?” you brought him back down into an open-mouthed kiss, dominating his lips and drawing moans from deep within him. The semen dripping down from both of your chins fell back into the tub, neither of your caring. Kenma broke away from the kiss, trying to get a breath of air. He looked sinful. His own cum dripped for the corners of his mouth,eyes blown out with lust, seeming lost from his recent orgasm. The soapy hair of his head stuck to his cheeks, lips puffed out from the abuse. Just pure sin. This image will be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life.

“You did so well, your highness~” You wanted to do so much more to him, you were no where near done yet, but a man’s voice from outside of the bathroom brought you back to your senses.

“Prince Kenma? I know it’s quite late but a princess from 3 kingdom’s away has came to see you. She’ll be staying the night for a couple of days. The queen asked me to come retrieve you.” You noticed the voice to be Kuroo’s, your fellow knight and partner. 

Kenma looked into your eyes in a plea to continue, but duty came first. In the end he was going to have to marry a princess, not you, no matter how much head you’d give him. 

“I was just getting him ready for bed, Kuroo. If you would give us a moment so I can dress him appropriately.” You sighed. 

Leaving one last kiss on his lips, you retrieved a few buckets of water to rinse both you and the prince off before getting dressed.

~~~~~

In your full set of armor, you escorted Kenma to main dining room area, where you saw a beautiful lady, although looking much older than the prince, dressed in a fluffy, silk dress sitting next to the spot Kenma usually seats himself. She was chatting with Kuroo, obviously flirting. Glancing down at Kenma, he did not look happy. 

You bent down to whisper near his ear, “Is there something the matter, your highness? Are you not pleased with the princess?”

He looked at you through his peripheral vision with a pout and spoke in the same tone as you,” It’s not that.. I-.. Can we finish where we left off?..”

You couldn’t help the smirk gracing your lips. Blowing softly on the prince’s ear, you laughed through your nose, “Of course, your highness~”

Aw hell idk. I might make this a 2-3 part series? if people like this enough. oof

[bandaids-not-groupies]

Get to know me uncomfortably well - tagged by @livewiredroger ❤️ sorry this took so long to post!! 

1. What is your middle name? 

Janie

2. How old are you? 

21, gonna be 22 in a couple months

3. When is your birthday?

December 4th! A day after Ozzy’s

4. What is your zodiac sign? 

Sagittarius

5. What is your favourite colour? 

Light purple and black

6. What’s your lucky number?

I don’t actually know

7. Do you have any pets?

No but I did have a dog!

8. Where are you from? 

Chicago!

9. How tall are you?

5’0 lmao

10. What shoe size are you? 

6

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 

Too many to count lol

12. What was your last dream about? 

I don’t remember 😅

13. What talents do you have?

None lol. I’m boring af

14. Are you psychic in any way? 

Nope lol

15. Favourite song? 

I’m a believer by the monkees (I’ve always loved that song)

16. Favourite movie? 

The Godfather

17. Who would be your ideal partner? 

Keanu Reeves. He has my heart and soul

18. Do you want children? 

Yeah but only like 2

19. Do you want a church wedding? 

Yeah but nothing too big

20. Are you religious? 

Kinda but not really. Like I acknowledge that there could be a God. But I don’t practice it that much. So basically I’M SINNING AND I’M WINNING

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 

Yeah. Twice. Once cause I had a bad ear infection and then another time I had pneumonia

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 

Nope!

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 

Yes I have! Back in my emo days I meet Christofer Drew from Never Shout Never, which was actually pure luck! NSN was in town for a concert, but I couldn’t go because it was a 18+ venue so I couldn’t get in (I was in 8th grade at the time). So my family and I decided to go out to eat at a restaurant which was coincidentally across from the venue. So we were walking down the street and I see this huge tour bus right outside the restaurant. My heart starts racing and i thought “how cool would it be if I bumped into someone from the group” well lo and behold as we are coming closer to the bus, Christofer Drew turns the corner and walks towards the bus. So I stop in my tracks and just say “Christofer Drew?” And he stops and he says hi! He asked if I was going to the show and I said no and he goes “well you gotta promise you’ll come to the next one!” Of course I made the promise and I didn’t break it! He came back that summer and I got to see him ❤️ I also met two groups called Breathe Carolina and Crown The Empire. I also met Evan Peters and Sebastian Stan at Comic Con a couple years ago. I also met Corey Crawford. The goaltender for the Chicago Blackhawks, my favorite hockey team.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers! I don’t like the idea of bathing in your own filth.

25. What color socks are you wearing? 

I’m not wearing any!

26. Have you ever been famous? 

Nope lmao and I probably never will be

28. What type of music do you like?

I like oldies. Mostly from the 50s-80s. Anything from Dean Martin to Motley Crue. I do like modern music too. I still listen to some of the bands I listened to in middle school lol (like the ones i mentioned before and others like All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice & Men, Asking Alexandria, and a couple more.) I also like Greta Van Fleet and 5 Seconds of Summer. I also like spanish music. Like Maluma, Bad Bunny, Becky G, etc. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 

Nope lol 

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 

It depends. It could be one or none. Sometimes i don’t use a pillow

31. What position do you usually sleep in? 

On my tummy! 

32. How big is your house? 

It’s a two bedroom apartment. I’m not complaining tho, its very cozy. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 

If I wake up early enough lol it’ll usually be eggs (over medium), some coffee, and some bread 

34. Have you ever fired a gun? 

Nope and i don’t plan on it! 

35. Have you ever tried archery? 

Yes! I tried it when I was in Girl Scouts in elementary school 

36. Favourite clean word? 

Groovy 

37. Favorite swear word? 

definitely FUCK

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 

like a day? I got like four hours of sleep the night before. Got up at like 6am, went about my day. Then I stayed up until 7am working on a research paper for class (college is a BITCH). 

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Nah cause your girl is hella ugly lmao

41. Are you a good liar? 

Not at all. People can tell when I’m lying cause my voice gets high lmao 

42. Are you a good judge of character? 

Eh I do my best 

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 

I try to do a posh British accent and I try to do a Steve Irwin Aussie accent   

44. Do you have a strong accent? 

People say I have a strong chicagoan accent but i don’t hear it!

45. What is your favourite accent? 

I’m a sucker for aussie accents 

46. What is your personality type? 

just took the test..i got ISFP-T (adventurer) 

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 

hmmmm all I can think of at the moment is my Doc Martens. They aren’t really clothing but it’s all I can think of lol

48. Can you curl your tongue? 

Nope!

49. Are you an innie or an outie? 

outie :(((( i hate it 

50. Left or right-handed?

Right handed! 

51. Are you scared of spiders? 

YES YES YES

52. Favourite food? 

Pasta! I could eat it all day, every day 

53. Favourite foreign food?

Tamales and Pozole. That’s my shitttt

54. Are you a clean or messy person? 

I try and be a clean person and stay organized but it only lasts for a bit then I go back to my messy ways lol 

55. Most used phrase? 

“that’s a mood” and “no mames guey” (Mexican slang)

56. Most used word? 

Dude and Darling

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 

Depends. If I wear my hair natural, then an hour. But if I gotta style it, then like an hour and a half or two hours( I got a lot of fucking hair, dude). 

58. Do you have much of an ego? 

Hell no lmao. This bitch has a low self-esteem so 🤷🏻‍♀️

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 

Suck 🤪

60. Do you talk to yourself? 

All the time lmao 

61. Do you sing to yourself? 

Yeah sometimes 

62. Are you a good singer? 

Nope lmao but I still do it anyways 

63. Biggest Fear? 

A lot of shit. Spiders, Holes (trypophobia), tearing my achilles or getting them cut (ever since I saw Pet Sematary), dolls, bugs crawling under my skin, throwing up...and i can’t think of anymore on the spot 

64. Are you a gossip? 

you bet your ass I am. Soy una chismosa lmao

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

Titanic  

66. Do you like long or short hair? 

On girls, long but not too long. Maybe like mid-back. And guys, long, like ear length and longer 

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 

Yeah but i couldn’t point them out on a map 

68. Favourite school subject? 

Biology/Human Anatomy. I’m a sucker for science 

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Definitely an introvert. No doubt about that lol 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 

Nope!

71. What makes you nervous? 

Meeting new people, class discussions, and presentations

72. Are you scared of the dark? 

If i’ve just seen a scary movie then yes lol  

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 

Sometimes. For instance, if one of my friends from ecuador uses a word wrong in a sentence, then I would tell them the right way to say it to help them learn more english. i never correct someone to seem like i’m smarter or to be rude. It’s simply to help them. 

74. Are you ticklish? 

Yeah! In some places like my feet, neck, and my back, 

75. Have you ever started a rumour? 

No way! That’s terrible 

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 

Only when babysitting my little cousins lol 

77. Have you ever drank underage? 

Yeah lmao. When I went away for college

78. Have you ever done drugs? 

Once, when I hungout with a guy at school we smoked some weed

79. Who was your first real crush?

One of my friends from college. I met him Freshman year and I still like him...I’ve liked him for four years but i’ve never had the guts to tell him 

80. How many piercings do you have? 

6! I have four on my left ear and two on my right ear. I have the standard lobe piercings, then the upper lobe on both sides. Then on my left I have one above the upper. And then I have my helix pierced on the left side. (i hope this all made sense lol) 

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Nope

82. How fast can you type? 

Eh I would say pretty average 

83. How fast can you run? 

Not at all. I hate running 

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown! 

85. What color is your eyes? 

Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? 

Some ingredient in the Banana Boat sunscreen. And some type of plant. I don’t exactly know which one cause I went to the botantic garden one time on a field trip and I don’t know which plant caused my allergic reaction but when I got home I had hives all over me. 

87. Do you keep a journal? 

Nope, never did 

88. What do your parents do? 

My mom is an ortho technician and my dad is a delivery man

89. Do you like your age? 

Yeah I guess. I mean I can buy my own alcohol so that’s pretty neat 

90. What makes you angry? 

Everything 

91. Do you like your own name? 

Eh it’s alright. Pretty boring 

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I like the name Elena for a girl and Jonathan for a boy 

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Doesn’t matter to me

94. What are you strengths? 

I’m a ride or die bitch.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I don’t really share my emotions so I keep things bottled up 

96. How did you get your name? 

My cousin picked out my name 

97. Were your ancestors royalty? 

Not that I know of. But what I do know is I have family from Spain. 

98. Do you have any scars?

Yeah, one on my arm from when I burned myself with my straightener. And another at the place where my nose meets my forehead, between my brows. When I was in elementary school, I was running out on the playground and I tripped and I slide across the cement and scraped my nose and my whole forehead. THERE. WAS. BLOOD. EVERYWHERE. 

99. Colour of your bedspread? 

Light pink 

100. Colour of your room? 

White! 

I tag: @tommyleeownsme, @babe-mustaine, @waycooljunior, and @universal-scorpio ❤️

[misshwrites]

Unforeseen circumstances | MYG - Chapter 01

pairing: Min Yoongi x OC

genre/warnings: fluff, angst, yoongi having no chill whatsoever

words: 4181

Summary: They never had a chance to begin with, but they were young and in love, they thought they knew better.

Lee Yoonah’s parents had carefully planned her whole life from the moment of her conception. Min Yoongi was the one variable that they never counted on, but that was corrected in due time, just before their graduation in college, or so they thought.

Or: In which life doesn’t respect no one’s plans.

(please read the prologue first)

Chapter 01:

5 years later

Kim Seongjoo was a man with many admirable qualities. He was smart, accomplished in his field of work, had a good relationship with his family, could speak four languages, and was remarkably handsome.

Any woman would be honored to become his wife. At least that was what her mother kept repeating.

Unfortunately for Seongjoo, even when combined, those qualities weren’t enough to redeem his biggest two flaws, as assessed by Lee Yoonah.

The first and most relevant right then: he just stood her up on what was supposed to be their first 'private' date, the one time they would finally be able to meet without their respective families interference. The second, manageable one: she wasn’t attracted to him at all.

Rereading the text of the half-assed apology her 'fiancé apparent' sent her, Yoonah let out a resigned sigh and ordered a drink. She had left work earlier than usual, and dressed up prettily for this. However, truth be told, Yoonah had no tears to shed over Seongjoo's inability to follow his own schedule. In all sincerity, she was even pleased by this turn of events, thanks to which she could enjoy a couple of fancy drinks by herself.

She’s one gin and tonic and a half through the night, contemplating on using her father’s corporative credit card to pay for this frustrated business meeting when the universe gets bored with her passive attitude towards life and decides to shake things up.

He sees her first, all breath leaving his body. It has been five years since Min Yoongi last laid eyes on the woman that, in all honesty, was still the love of his life.

Time had been generous with her. The girly roundness of her features had subdued slightly into more defined lines, and her hair was shorter, the midnight black tresses stopping under her collarbones. Yoonah was even lovelier than he remembered, a fucking angel of misery, consuming his whole existence just by sitting there, decked in her ivory lace dress.

Yoongi stood frozen in the middle of his favorite bar, trying to discern of the wave of feelings that overwhelm his senses, and the fight or flight response kicked in. His brain takes charge over his body, deciding on flighting the scene. Fortunately, he manages just one step towards the door before the overly friendly, foreigner bartender, Mark, notices him and waves happily calling his full name.

“Min Yoongi-ssi!”

Yoonah’s head turns towards him so fast that he is sure she will experience some minor case of whiplash. Her drink almost slips from her hand, and her doe eyes widen comically. The whole scene makes his heart constrict in his chest.

Her panicked gaze is too much to ignore, so Yoongi suppresses the urge to run away and decides to seize the unexpected opportunity to hear her voice again. He controls his face and offers what he hopes to be a soft smile, waving absentmindedly at Mark to bring his usual whiskey while walking to the stool she occupies.

Yoonah’s mind works in overdrive, she can feel the blood rushing through her body at a speed that can’t be healthy.

Yoongi looks like the polished version of the boy she met in college, and the familiarity of his looks is almost too much for her heart to take.

His hair is bleached blonde again, but a shade lighter than the one she remembers. His ears are still pierced, but now he sports three silver hoops in each lobe. Instead of flannels, he’s wearing a pair of retro-styled horn-rimmed glasses, paired with a black turtleneck sweater and an elegant coat.

He throws a shy smile her way, and she feels like her ears will combust, but somehow manages to smirk back, raising her hand in greeting. She genuinely hopes for Yoongi to speak first because she can’t find her voice.

“Hey, Yoonah-ah… How’re you doing?!” He croaks, voice low, hand outstretched.

If someone were to tell her a few hours ago that the convenience date imposed on her would bail, and that she would end her night carrying a mildly awkward conversation with Min Yoongi, Yoonah would suggest for the person to have its head checked.

Not even in her wildest dreams, she would consider that a reunion with her ex-boyfriend would go so smoothly. She had spent a good part of those last four years musing over their parting words, the bitterness in his tear stained face when he accused her of not fighting for them. She meekly carried the weight of his disappointment, accepting the worst part of their breakup as a fact: Yoongi would never forgive her for not standing up against her parents. For selling them short.

But there he was, calmly catching up to the events of her life’s past years, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of his dainty lips whenever she averted his feline eyes as if the past did not affect him at all, as if their break up had resulted from a friendly agreement.

Maybe it felt like that to Yoongi by then, she mused. Yoonah had heard about his accomplishments, even amongst her stuffy colleagues at the magazine he was known, the ‘genius producer Suga’, still using the same pseudonym he adopted in their last year at university, a guy who was reinventing the rap and hip-hop scenario in Korea.

Perhaps after conquering everything he’d ever dreamt of, he saw what they had lived as non-consequential. The thought left a sour taste in Yoonah's mouth, and that was probably what prompted her to voice her worries. Either that or the arrival of her third drink of the night.

“Am I forgiven?” she blurted out just to immediately regret it and blush furiously.

Yoongi stopped in the middle of his update about the newest restaurant Kim Seokjin was opening, clearly surprised.

“Why would I have to forgive you for anything?” he asks in confusion, he reaches to touch her before thinking better about it and retreating.

“As I recall it, you weren’t very pleased with my choices the last time we spoke…” she answers without meeting his eyes.

“Ah...Yoonah-ah…”

Yoongi removes his glasses, momentarily hiding his face in his hand, ears flaming red. He really did not expect her to bring out the elephant in the room. He had this silly hope that maybe they would carry on talking about amenities and, in a perfect world, part ways as friends. It seemed like a solid plan in his mind. But then, Yoonah had made a habit of messing up with his plans from the moment when they first spoke.

“I’m very sorry about what I said back then… really. I hoped that maybe you had forgotten about my outburst...” He takes a long sip of his drink, signaling Mark for a refill. If they were discussing their past, he would need it.

“Look, it wasn’t your fault, Yoonah-ah… It took me a while to finally understand it, to accept that I was to blame... I knew about your parents' arrangement from the beginning and still wanted to try my luck at changing their ways… Fuck, truth be told, I begged you to give it a shot. You warned me, and still, I went out of my way to convince you that it would work out, didn’t I?” He sighs, touching his earrings in distress.

She stares in utter and complete shock, trying to make sense of the words that keep coming out of Yoongi’s mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Yoonah… I’ve never meant for you to carry this guilty alone…” He says, embarrassment coloring both his face and his voice. “Ah, shit, I should’ve known better…”

“You don’t hate me, then?” She finally answers, searching for confirmation in his eyes.

“Hate you? Of course not! God, Yoonah! I couldn’t hate you even when I wanted to!” Yoongi almost falls from his stool at the complete absurd of her question, this time his hand reaches for hers on its own accord, caressing her cold fingers absently.

The sudden lightness in her chest leaves Yoonah feeling slightly dizzy, and she convinces herself that this is the reason why she tightens her grip on Yoongi’s hand, relishing in the warmth of his touch.

For the past four years the memory of the hurt and despise on his eyes during their last meeting was such a constant weight in her conscience that Yoona simple forgot how it was to live without the worry.

The producer could almost see the worry being lifted from her shoulders, the light returning to her eyes warming his insides, feeding his urge to simply hold her closer. Even if they were never to talk again after this night, Yoongi felt grateful that he had the chance to correct this misunderstanding.

That warmth is what prompts him to finally ask the question that had kept him awake for countless nights throughout those years.

“Have you ever heard any of my music, Yoonah-ah?”

His guiltiest pleasure was trying to talk to her using the idols voices, sending encrypted messages through his lyrics, with the foolish hope that she would listen to them and maybe, by some miracle, try and reach out for him.

It was a long shot, and it wasn’t a healthy habit, he was aware of that. Kim Namjoon, one of his best friends and co-worker, had noticed it years ago and tried to convince Yoongi that it was a masochist practice, but the producer just argued that he couldn’t really control his inspirations. In the end, he won the argument. After all, the music he made from his own angst was recognized as his best and awarded accordingly.

The true shock for him was seeing hurt flooding Yoonah’s eyes at his question, and he watched anxiously as she fidgeted with her hair and took a long sip of her drink before finally whispering.

“I’ve listened to the first one… Truth be told, I’ve been avoiding them ever since…”

Yoongi was sure it would have been better had her slapped him. He would have her listening to some of his raciest lyrics and being pissed any day rather than the one song she admitted to knowing.

But of course the universe could spare him no mercy, and amongst the three years worth of desperate love pleas he sent her way, the one message that reached Yoonah was the raw note written by this freshly heartbroken version of himself, filled with misdirected anger.

The lyrics to that particular song haunted him quite often. It was the demo that got him signed up as a producer in his present company, the creation that opened all the doors for him, and yet, the one he regretted daily. Because, at the end of the day, he knew Lee Yoonah, and dreaded the exact scenario he's now facing: The one person he never really meant to hurt took his harsh words by heart.

Yoongi reaches for his phone without a second thought, while the fingers of his free hand start roaming Yoonah's forearm in an unstudied caress, seeking to soothe her pain at the best of his ability, all property be damned.

Yoonah finally raises her head at that,  all nervous ends on her body jumping into high alert while her eyes stay trained on his healing touch, so familiar even after all those years.

Unaware of that, Yoongi focuses on opening his Evernote and scrolls through the app, a trademark frown signaling his concentration until it's replaced by a short-lived satisfied expression, that turns into gravity once he looks back towards the woman in front of him.

“Yoonah, I need you to know that I don’t really feel like the boy who wrote that song. I was hurting, and I was lost… We had so much planned. We were going to spend the weekend with my family so they could get to know you better, remember? Against my better judgment, I had this whole plan for our lives together… And suddenly everything changed…” He scratches his ear, voice getting softer “At the time I felt like someone stole my future, and I couldn’t see that you’re wronged as well… I regret it so much.”

At that, he slides the phone towards Yoonah.  She immediately recognizes the title displayed at the top of the document. She has conditioned herself to check the team behind every single song released by the artists signed under the same label as Yoongi before listening to them, feeling like it was always better to be safe than sorry. This one is fairly new, a ballad from a popular solist, that her colleagues from the magazine raved about for a few weeks.

“I’ve tried to apologize, you know? I’ve written you so many lyrics over the years, using other peoples' voices to tell you everything I should've told you that night…" His eyes pierce hers in an almost desperate plea, and his fingers grip slightly at her sleeve’s fabric "I know I have no right to ask you this, but please read at least one of them, to understand what I meant. Just this one?”

Deep down she knows it isn’t a good idea, that this whole conversation is actually a terrible idea, but she completely ignores this notion. Because Yoonah knows she doesn’t want to live another minute with the belief that the lyrics of his first famous song were Yoongi’s last words to her.

Her eyes scam the lyrics faster than her heart and brain can process them, and she needs to read the whole thing thrice before finally absorbing Yoongi’s words. She doesn’t know what she was expecting, but surely enough, it wasn’t anything as raw as the emotions bared on the screen.

The man portrayed by the song dwells with being unable to forget someone, he struggles with his hope of finally meeting that person again and his knowledge that this would hurt him. He regrets deeply that he’d tainted the memories of their relationship, and he wonders if he can be forgiven. There was too much left unsaid and he fears it is too late for apologies.

When Yoonah finishes her reading, Yoongi is staring at her, anxiety written in every line of his body. Sometime along the way he had retrieved his hand, that now fidgets with the turtle-neck from his sweater.

“This was inspired by me?” She finally asks, her eyes stinging suspiciously.

“No. It was entirely written for you.” He goes back to twisting his earring “Too much?”

“No… Maybe? I just wasn’t expecting this at all… I don’t know what to say…” and it’s true, she feels lost, it’s too much.

The silence stretches between them and she goes back at scanning the lyrics, desperate for something to anchor her turbulent thoughts. Yoongi awaits in apparent patience, his impassive mask enough to fool anyone watching them from afar.

“You really don’t remember our last kiss?” Yoonah finally questions, embarrassment and incredulity coloring her features, and Yoongi is clearly surprised by that turn in the subject.

“No… Do you?”

“Yes… It was on the day my mother gave me the ultimatum. You were finishing your demo and had been locked at the studio for fourteen hours, remember?” Yoongi nods, eager to retrieve at least this bit of memory.

“I stopped by to drop some food before my lunch with her, we talked for a bit, and I kissed you goodbye before leaving… It wasn’t anything special.”

She looks away after that, because the longing on his feline eyes becomes too much for her body to handle.

“That was really anticlimactic, wasn’t it? I was hoping for something more remarkable…” Yoongi blurts, taking a sip of his drink, a bittersweet smirk adorning his face.

Yoonah surprises even herself by snorting at his antics. He was right, though, it wasn’t a last kiss worth of the kind of passionate relationship they had.

“I wasn’t expecting for it to be a last kiss! I would have done better if it was planned.” She quips, boldly holding his gaze.

“Really?”

She raises her eyebrows, as if that was the most outrageous doubt he could have. It was.

“You would have to prove it to me. You know I’m a skeptic at heart…” his half smile doesn’t waiver, even though his ears color once again.

“That’s not a good joke…”

As she speaks, Yoongi calmly slides closer to her, and she can see that the glint in his eyes is anything but playful.

“It isn’t a joke, you’ll really have to show me.”

“Do you want to drive me crazy?” Yoonah feels her face heating just from the strength of his gaze, and wonders if she really wants to deny him.

“I mean it… I am not really asking for much, am I? I just want the memory of our last kiss, it’s something that has been haunting me.”

He can pinpoint the exact moment when she hesitates, and shamelessly uses it in his favor.

“Please? So we both leave this bar with one regret less?”

Yoonah’s doe eyes widen, but she knows the battle would be lost even if she felt like fighting it.

“You are playing dirty…” she says, but nods slightly at him.

Yoongi smiles with the satisfaction of a cat that had just found a bowl of unattended cream, dropping to his feet and taking a step into her personal space.

“Here? It’s a crowded bar, and you’re never fond of PDA, Min Yoongi.”

“I’m willing to make an exception tonight.”

She can’t help smiling, especially when his fingers lightly caress her face.

“Make it count…”

At first, his lips move softly against hers, the feeling comforting and familiar, as if only a couple of days had passed since they last met. This doesn’t last long, as Yoonah changes their pace, tongue tracing the seam of his lips, hungrily demanding more. Yoongi smiles against her mouth and concedes, while sliding his hand to her waist, pulling her as close as possible while in public.

She is also the one who breaks the kiss, face red and breath slightly erratic. Her fingers are still clutched to the front of his sweater, and she is sure they have an audience, but Yoongi seems unaware of their surroundings and is clearly unsatisfied because he only takes one deep breath before kissing her again.

This time the kiss is hot and demanding, and she instantly drowns in the feeling. Yoongi cards his hands on her hair, and when he separates their lips, he holds her gaze with inhuman intensity, like he’s trying to leave an impression. As if one was still needed.

They stand like that for a while, until the sound of Mark carefully delivering Yoongi’s drink order breaks them out of their haze. It’s also a clear reminder for Yoonah of where she is, and why.  

“I had an arranged date. That’s why I’m here alone… He stood me up.”

Anyone else would have been at least hurt by her words, but Yoongi only tilts his head, eyes fixed on her now swollen lips. He understands the purpose of this seemingly impromptu confession. Yoongi had played that game with her already, back when they were still a casual fling, Yoonah would always conjure obstacles for him to jump whenever she felt too emotionally exposed, as a reminder that they couldn’t be together.  

“One of your parents candidates?”  He asks, taking a sip of the glass left by the barman.

“The chosen one, as far as I was told…” She answers, looking away. Her voice almost falters, but she finds out that it’s easier to keep it together if he isn’t looking straight into her soul.

This gets him, and producer stays quiet for a moment that seems to stretch into infinity.

“Lucky bastard…” He finally says.

“My father says he has had enough of me rejecting everyone and stalling… Apparently, I’m not getting any younger as well…”

“That’s the shittiest reasoning I’ve ever heard… And I work for the entertainment industry.” He still sounds bored, but the ominous gleam of his eyes tell the truth. “Do you even know the guy? Do you like him?”

She emits a dejected sound that, he supposes, was meant to be a chuckle.

“I’ve met him and his family… He looks decent. I was told that he’s graduated with honors and is very accomplished at his job. He seems... okay.”

“Well, I am all of those things, and I had the advantage of harboring sincere feelings towards you… But I suppose the golden spoon is a tiebreaker, right?”

“Min Yoongi, don’t be a dick! I wouldn’t be drinking here alone if I was happy about the arrangement.” She spits her words at him, finally meeting his gaze.

He threads on dangerous waters, and he knows, but Yoonah’s last statement made him feel like his reckless younger self. For the first time in many years, he has true indignation fueling his temper. That and, given, an unhealthy amount of jealousy.

“Right… I was rude… I believe congratulations are in order, right?”

Anyone who met Lee Yoonah after her college days, the lovely young woman, efficiently balancing her job at a prestigious news magazine and her master’s, would classify her as docile. Very few had witnessed the temper and sarcasm that gave color to her real personality, traits her parents taught her to hide so well.

Maybe that was why Yoongi always had a penchant for bringing it to the surface. It probably aroused him, hearing her swear under her breath while staring up at him. He must feel very especial.

“Fine! Do you really want for this to end in animosity? Suit yourself!” She slides from the stool to leave, but he holds her elbow, a determined look on his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a jerk to you… I just got mad at the situation.”  He seems repentant, and when he reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear, she leans into his touch, instantly softened.

“I’m mad at it as well, Yoon… But you know as well as I do how my life works, It’s all part of a tightly scheduled agenda. I’ve learned how to live with it long ago, so I suppose I can learn how to live with this arranged marriage as well.” His hand is roaming in a soothing pattern, having traveled from her hair to her shoulder and then down to lace their fingers.

“I will still be missing you, though…” She confesses at least, and his eyes widen. This night has really turned into something unexpected.

He doesn’t know what prompts him to actually voice the crazy suggestion made by his brain. Maybe it was that rediscovered jealousy. Or perhaps it was the wishing tone coloring her words. Either way, it certainly had something to do with the familiar longing for her, rooted deeply in his core.

“Tell me something… Is there anything else scheduled for tonight on this hellish planner of yours?”

Yoonah is surprised by his line of questioning, and even more by the darkness she finds in his eyes when they meet hers.

“Why?”

He takes another sip of his drink, trying to drown the voices of warning on the back of his conscience.

“As I see it, you’re about to sign up for a loveless marriage with a man you don’t seem to care about… Don’t you think you deserve at least a proper hen night? I mean -- If you want it, I’m offering myself.”

Yoonah is glad she isn’t drinking anything when he finishes because she was sure to choke on the liquid while she spurts for air.

“You can’t be serious!”

Yoongi just nods, absently wetting his lips while waiting for her answer. Yoonah is sure her blood is boiling inside of her veins. Because she knows that Yoongi can read her just as easily as she can read him, even after all of this time he still knows exactly what makes her tick.

And right now, she knows his wanting is reflected on her own eyes. Their kisses having awoken the latent hunger she’d come to associate to the producer. And maybe giving in to this feeling and listening to her heart’s desires makes her a masochist, but at least she isn’t alone.

“This night was scheduled until half an hour before you’ve arrived. Right now, I’m on my leisure time so… What do you have in mind?” She finally answers, feeling her face flush from more than just embarrassment and alcohol.

Yoongi’s response is a huge gummy smile, far too sweet to match the owner of the hand fondling the skin of her tight just above the hem of her dress, his body expertly angled to hide his indiscretions from the rest of the patrons in the bar.

When he talks again, it’s in a conspiratorial whisper that has shivers running up her spine and heat spiraling through her whole body.

“Well… Can I persuade you to go completely off the record and come home with me?”

[one-supportive-oliver]

I did another list thingy, because I liked it the first time!

1. Talk about / describe your sexuality and gender

Sexuality is relatively easier for me than my gender. I use gray-minsexual as my label, but simplified, it means I like boys! (they cute~).

Gender is more complex for me. So, I have very recently changed my label! I describe myself as a genderfluid man, whereas it used to be only genderfluid! My gender changes, but overall I am relatively comfortable describing myself in masculine terms, and so I say genderfluid man! This is not a perfect description, but it is as close as I can get to putting it into words for now! He/They pronouns!

2.Do you have / want any tattoos and piercings?

I would love to get quite a few piercings and tattoos, I already have 3 lobe piercings, but also would like a rook piercing, inner conch, orbital, and some upper ear piercings I haven't specifically decided on. For facial piercings I would like snake bites, but nothing else really, I am worried about an eyebrow piercing rejecting but maybe will look into it. I wanted a belly piercing, but thought I did not have enough skin (Im a out-y), but just learned that there are two types of belly button piercings, and for one of them, it does not matter how much skin you have??? I am really excited at the thought that I might be able to do that as well, but we shall have to see! It will be a hot second before I get any of these, as I have braces and do not want to risk getting them and having to remove them for an x-ray before they heal, but it just gives me more time to decide!

For tattoos I have a lot of ideas, but the only one that is for certain is my zodiac symbol on my back, around my neck area just under my collar. 

3.What’s your star sign?

Taurus!

4.If you’re out, who was the first person you came out to?

I first came out to my friend group in general, and then as my identity and friend group changed the same thing happened. I then came out to my mom, step mom, and aunt. Its been okay reactions. 

5.Has anyone ever come out to you?

My friends after I came out to them!

6.What’s your favourite season?

Winter! Snow is good and I am seeing way to many mean things about it! I will fight you! Winter and Snowy times are perfect!

7.Is there anyone who was particularly important to you in your coming out process?

Yes, Ash Hardell! They did not necessarily inspire me to come out, but made a YouTube video called ABC of LGBT+ gender addition, which helped me discover what gender fluidity was and that really means the world to me!

8.What are your three favorite songs right now?

1. Peppermint winter by Owl City

2. First Winter by Wrabel

3. Ilomilo by Billie Eilish

9. Do you have any lgbt+ friends?

Yes! My two best friends are both queer. 

9.If you’ve ever been in love, what does it feel like? if you’ve never been in love, what do you think it will feel like?

I have never been in love, but I think it will feel safe, warm, and generally amazing! Beyond what I could ever dream of!

10.Are there any older lgbt+ people you look up to?

Eugene Lee Yang, I love him!

11.Are you more of a cat or a dog person?

Doggies, but cattos are also cute!

12.What queer experiences are you looking forward to (going to pride for the first time, being in a relationship etc)

I am very nervous but excited for my first pride! I am worried I might not like being around so many people, but I am still very ready to try one out!

13. What are you most proud of doing in the last year?

I am very proud of getting accepted into college, and starting to learn to love and accept myself!

14.What’s the best thing about being lgbt+?

Having a community that really (for the most part) is very kind! 

[fandom-heaux]

Can you do a triple treble as kids story. where one of them Goes to live in the same street the other two live in and they become realy good freinds that can lead to so much more I would love that so much :)

Of course anon. I might have strayed a little…

You’re Cool, I Guess

Rating: G

Words: 2350

AO3

“Come on Beca, you don’t really have a choice. You might as well go into this with an open mind, for once.”

Beca and her father were sitting outside of Liberty Middle School while he tried, and failed, to convince her that this was a good situation they were in.

The grip Beca held on her book bag strap tightened at her father’s words. Its like he just wanted to brush over the fact that she was entering this stupid school in the middle of the year. Or that she had to leave her friends behind to come here and start over. Granted she didn’t have many friends back at home, but now she had none, so she hoped her dad was happy.

Beca was fuming, but she didn’t want to waste her breath trying to explain why this whole situation sucked for her. It’d be like talking to a brick wall. So she rolled her eyes and exited the car without a word to her father.

“Psst..”

Beca side eyed the red haired girl that sat next to her in her third class and furrowed her brows. She looked like one of those popular girls that were super mean to anyone that didn’t worship them. People like that didn’t exactly want to talk to her. (Okay, maybe she drew that conclusion a little quick, but she really didn’t have the best experiences when it came to pretty girls). Besides, Beca’s steely disposition had kept a number of people away from her today, so she really couldn’t figure out why it didn’t work on this girl. After a bit of silence (that was maybe used to try and see if the girl was crazy) Beca answered her, “What…”

“Hey, I’m Chloe. You’re new right?”

“Um… yeah?”

The girl, Chloe, started to giggle. Oh, she was one of those people. “What’s your name?”

Beca really wasn’t one for small talk, but it’s not like she had anything better to do as they sat in class waiting for the teacher to do something. “Beca.” Chloe’s smile grew, if that was even possible.“Hm. You really don’t talk much do you? Well that’s okay. You’re cute Beca. And I really like your earrings.”

This made Beca blush and look down. Cute? No one’s ever called her cute. Then she reached up and touched her left ear fondly. Of course she had both lobes pierced, but without her dad’s permission she had snuck off to get an orbital piercing. It was just after she found out they were moving, when things had seemed to be falling apart rapidly. What her father saw as a careless act of rebellion was actually a move to make Beca feel like she had some kind of control over what happened in her life. And right now, it was her favorite thing about herself.

A breathy laugh escaped Beca’s lips. “Thanks.” Chloe scooted her chair a little closer to Beca, and unlike any other time in her life, the shorter girl didn’t move away. Something kept her rooted in her spot. Okay, not just something, it was definitely the girl’s bubbly charm and possibly the bluest eyes the world has ever known.

“So, What lunch do you have?” Beca tried to remember what she’d seen on her schedule. “Third, I think.” Chloe looked like she was going to pop from her excitement, but before she could say anything else, their teacher told everyone to quiet down so she could start teaching. Chloe leaned close to Beca and whispered, “I have third lunch too! You should totes sit by me and my best friend Aubrey, she’s going to love you.”

Aubrey totes did not love her. Quite the opposite actually. When she saw Beca for the first time, she and Chloe were walking toward the booth that Aubrey and Chloe usually shared alone. The first thing she thought?  Who the heck is that and why is she coming over here with my best friend? A look of confusion and disgust crossed her face. You see, young Aubrey wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions.

What Aubrey didn’t know was that Beca had actually spotted her far earlier, when she had just entered the cafeteria. She was looking around for Chloe when her eyes landed on a blonde girl sitting alone with a notebook in front of her and a low bun that looked so tight it made her eyes water. But now, as she walked towards the girl with Chloe by her side, the unfriendly gaze in her direction cased her steps to slow down. Beca could feel her defences coming back stronger than before, already thinking of a million ways this could go wrong for her. She wasn’t very great at making friends, and it seemed a first day at a new school didn’t change that fact.

Chloe, however, was completely oblivious to the conflicting emotions her best friend and new friend held towards each other. She just kept walking with that spring in her step that Beca (and Aubrey) couldn’t help but admire. When Chloe slid into the booth beside Aubrey, Beca noticed a few things. First, she saw the withering look in Aubrey’s eyes soften almost immediately as they landed on the bubbly redhead. Second, she saw how Chloe easily slipped her arms around the girl and hug her as if her life depended on it. Suddenly, Beca felt awkward and out of place.

Obviously these two meant a lot to each other and she really didn’t want to intrude. Beca had already made a plan to give them some lame excuse and see herself to a dark corner somewhere when she felt a soft hand gently grab her wrist. Chloe was looking up expectantly at her, pleading with her eyes, but Beca looked down at the ground.

“Um… I really should get going.”

“What? No, you just got here. You haven’t even met Aubrey yet!” Aubrey snorted at that, like she didn’t care to meet Beca anyway. That just further convinced Beca that she was not wanted in their little circle. “Yeah, see? I don’t want to get in the way, so i’ll just go.” She tried to get her arm back from Chloe’s grip, but it was tightened. “Beca stop. I want you here…Bree tell her.” Chloe turned her pleading eyes in Aubrey’s direction. After a beat, the blonde girl’s hand waved across from her to the empty seat of the booth, as if wordlessly giving Beca permission to sit with them.

Beca hesitantly dropped her bag from her shoulder and slid into the booth across from the two girls with a sigh. Chloe’s look of unbridled joy almost made the painfully awkward situation worth it. Beca and Aubrey then went through formal introductions at Chloe’s request. Things seemed to be going smoothly for a little while (well, as smooth as strained conversation can get), until Aubrey asked about Beca’s piercing. She had a feeling this girl wouldn’t admire it the way Chloe had, so she kept her cards close to her chest.

“I just got it ‘cause I felt like it.”

Aubrey tilted her head at Beca, like she was challenging her. “Well Beca, I just don’t understand how your parents let you go off and get that ridiculous piece of jewelry in your ear.”

Beca leaned forward, her eyes squinting. “Would you believe that I didn’t get permission? I’m sure something like that is hard for you to understand, miss goody two shoes.”

Aubrey had the audacity to huff, mocking offense. “That’s probably more than anyone can say about you.”

Beca tried to stop the smirk that was forming on her face. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that Aubrey was actually enjoying this. “Well if you took that stick out your ass then I’m sure you’d think different.”

“Oh my goodness, stop! You two seriously need to knock it off.” Beca and Aubrey stopped bickering, but kept staring at each other. Chloe had no idea where all of that arguing came from, but one thing was painfully obvious to her; these two girls pretty much did whatever she asked them to. So she came up with a plan.

“I’ve decided that i’m gonna have a sleepover at the end of this week… and you two are coming.” That immediately got the other girls’ attention.

“WHAT?”

“We’re not gonna play spin the bottle are we?”

Beca grimaced as she and Chloe walked hand in hand into the red haired girl’s bedroom. Chloe giggled and kept dragging her along. Aubrey was already seated on the floor beside Chloe’s bed. Beca, ever observant, noticed Aubrey glance down at their joined hands as they entered the room. She tried to subtly let go, but Chloe wouldn’t budge until the pair slipped down to the ground to form a circle.

Beca could immediately tell the difference between school Aubrey and the girl she saw in front of her right now. She was ten times more relaxed and wow, her hair looks beautiful when it’s down like that.

“No silly. I mean as much as I love cliches, we aren’t gonna do any of that. Well not yet anyway.” Chloe then winked at Aubrey, who blushed and looked to the ground. Beca decided she liked this Aubrey a lot better than school Aubrey.

“We are just gonna talk. Beca, you just moved here right?”

Beca hated being put on the spot, but she tried to relax. For some reason she actually wanted this to work out.

“Um, yeah. I did. Like, right down the street from here actually.” Chloe started to giggle (again) and Aubrey groaned loudly. The two of them looked at each other and bursted out laughing, Chloe clutching her stomach and rolling onto her back. Beca definitely felt left out. This obviously wouldn’t work out if she wasn’t even let in on their inside jokes. Beca let out a sigh. “Um…. what’s so funny?”

Aubrey looked over at her, still laughing. “Oh. well, Chlo predicted that you had moved into our neighborhood, but I figured the universe couldn’t possibly keep giving her everything she wished for. So we made a bet. Turns out you do live here and now she gets to have my favorite sweater.” Aubrey saying it out loud made Chloe laugh even harder.

Oh. So it wasn’t bad. Beca let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Then it dawned on her. Aubrey said that Chloe had wished that she moved into their neighborhood. Did that mean they actually did want her here? That was definitely new.

“Oh.” A breathy laugh escaped Beca. Maybe she should stop assuming the worst of everyone.

Chloe had finally gotten herself together and sat back up. “Okay, Okay. Let’s be serious.” When Chloe looked at beca her eyes were shining, and the tenseness in Beca’s shoulders disappeared.

“Alright. I have a question, Beca. Why in the world did you move here so late in the school year?” Aubrey’s tone was teasing, but her face showed that she was actually curious. Beca really wanted to do this, but that didn’t mean it would be easy.

So she told them. She told them that her parents got divorced and her dad decided to leave, and if that wasn’t enough he had to drag Beca along with him. She told them the real reason why she got her ear pierced and that it was very special to her. She told them that she and her dad had moved to the neighborhood the week before and how she hated the idea of going to their school. Then she mentioned that it wasn’t all that bad because she had met the two of them and they were slightly less annoying than everyone else. Beca talked until there was nothing left to say.

Beca finally looked up from the ground, where she had been staring while practically telling her life story, to see tears in Chloe’s eyes and appreciation in Aubrey’s. They were quiet for a while, making Beca feel like she had been oversharing. But suddenly she saw a flash of red and was knocked to the floor, trapped in a bear hug from Chloe. “Thanks for telling us Beca.”

“Yeah Beca, that was probably really hard.”

Beca laughed a little. “Yeah it was. But i’m glad I got that out…” Chloe reluctantly let Beca go after Aubrey tugged gently at her shirt. The three girls sat quietly for a while just thinking about what Beca had spilled.

Beca couldn’t possibly believe that she had opened up that much. What was it about these girls that just made that so easy?

Chloe was so full of emotion that she would need a full night to process it. It was a little overwhelming, the things she felt for this new girl that had entered her life. It was almost as if the three of them were destined to be together; to be here, in her bedroom right now, solidifying their relationship. It was almost like… Wait wait, I need to think about all this tomorrow.

Aubrey was full of understanding. She knew what it was like to live in a harsh environment, being that her father was a military person and her mother was extremely strict. She knew what it was like to not want to open up to anyone for fear of judgment and rejection. But she also knew that there was something about her red haired best friend that just made you want to be open and honest, and she was kind of honored to be apart of that experience for Beca.

“Oh my god, let’s stop being sappy and move on, yeah?”

…

At the end of the night, the three girls had grown closer. Beca learned more and more about them and grew fonder as the night dragged on. By the time they were ready for bed, all huddled up in a pile on Chloe’s bedroom floor, a question was burning on Beca’s brain.

“Did we all just become friends?”

“I think so.”

“Ew.”

[cheollies]

Badboy!Wonwoo

requested by: anon who wanted a badboy Wonwoo

warnings: includes bad language and hints at sex

has shaggy black hair, thick rings on his fingers, lobe piercings on each ear, four cartilage piercings on his left ear, double helix piercings on his right ear, and rumor has it that he has a bunch of tattoos

often seen with a cigarette between his fingers, his hand stuffed in his pocket with his lips in a line as if he wasn’t enjoying anything

probably has the best resting bitch face there ever is

not really a bad boy in the sense of causing lots of mischievous or doing anything illegal, he just looks like bad boy that does the occasional graffiti and drinking

not really a talkative guy nor does he get into fights often unlike seungcheol who’s quicker to physical brawls

but there are times when he throws a punch, most likely just because he wants to prove a point

for example, some tough guys who thought Wonwoo was an easy target for poking fun at, decided it would be a great idea to continuously bug the boy and laugh over his decorative rings on his fingers

it wasn’t funny when Wonwoo landed a fist on one of the guy’s face and the guy left to the hospital with the rings imprinted onto his cheek and his jaw dislocated

Yes, that’s why Wonwoo wears rings, it does more damage

hangs out with twelve other ‘assholes’ as he calls them

Wonwoo met them when he served detention in high school with Jeonghan

when the teacher left the room to get something from the teacher’s office, Wonwoo watched Jeonghan (the only other person in detention) prop open the window and as Jeonghan was escaping he looked at Wonwoo with a grin

‘what, you’re actually staying?’

and well from there, he meets the other boys

got roped into causing a bunch of trouble with them

like getting thrown out of a club because Soonyoung had made out with the owner’s wife

or the time they got chanced down the busy nightlife by thugs after Chan had pickpocketed all of them

or maybe the incident in which Jun and Minghao had brought them to an underground gambling ring that the cops busted into after five minutes of them arriving and they barely escaped

there have been too many incidents to count

currently, Wonwoo lives with Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Hansol in a really small apartment where the rule is, the last person home gets the couch

the type of person that kicks the boys out of their seats because he wants to sit, he could have just come home and he’d just nudge Seungkwan who just groans as he moves from his seat cause they’re all secretly scared of Wonwoo

also the type to always give you the finger just cause

no one really knows Wonwoo’s background, not even Jeonghan who went to school with him

out of all the boys, he’s nicest to Joshua because Joshua scares him

like everyone totally believes Joshua doesn’t have a physical fighting bone in him but Wonwoo will never forget the night that he and Josh went out to play a game of pool

And when the thugs Chan pickpocketed noticed them, the sound of Joshua dislocating and shattering bones is one memory he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget

he couldn’t look at Joshua the same way after that cause damn that was more hardcore than he could imagine

Wonwoo just kind of remembers you showing up in the apartment

There was no introduction whatsoever, he just walked into the kitchen, saw you standing there with your hair messy and disheveled, the neck of your shirt stretched out so it fell off your shoulder, and it was so long that he could tell you weren’t wearing pants

when you turned, you and Wonwoo stared at each other for a good minute

and during this time, Wonwoo had a cigarette in between his lips, and with no words, you walk towards him, take the cigarette from him, throw it in the sink and cuss

‘fucking smoking assholes CHOI SEUNGCHEOL! WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LIVING WITH PEOPLE WHO SMOKE’

he notices you a lot more now, and he’s realizing that you hang out in the apartment more than he remembers

he also honestly can’t tell if you’re dating Seungcheol or if you’re friends, or if you’re just screwing with each other

but every time you and Wonwoo are in the same room, you always take the cigarettes from his mouth and put it out

and it’s a really peculiur relationship you two develope because of it

like once, just to tick you off, Wonwoo kept lighting cigarettes after you put them out, and you two stood in the kitchen doing that for ten minutes until Wonwoo ran out of his pack

he thinks it’s funny when you’re ticked off because you glare at him and he wants to laugh cause compared to his height, you’re extremely small

realized you hate nicknames

‘shortie’

‘Fuck you wonwoo’

‘Sugar’

‘I’m going to burn you with your own cigarettes’

it wasn’t until one particular night, the boys were out getting drinks and food which left you and Wonwoo in the apartment.

He wasn’t going to lie, he spent ten minutes staring at you because you were wearing extremely short shorts and a white t-shirt and he kind of maybe really wanted to rip the shirt off cause you looked extremely good

decided it would be funnier to tick you off

so he lit a cigarette and he could already see your face getting angry, and he kinda leans back on the couch while looking at you and saying ‘so cupcake’

It’d happen so quickly, first it was you standing over him smacking the cigarette from his mouth, then he stood towering over you, and words began to spew back and forth

and before it knew it, he was watching your bare back sit up from the bed, your body bent forward to grasp your thrown about clothing

‘hey so, you and Seungcheol, what are you two?’

You smirk at him, ‘jealous?’

‘fuck you’

‘We’re not a thing. Seungcheol’s like a brother to me, besides he’s such a narcissistic ass.’

You and Wonwoo exit the bedroom and everyone just stares because Wonwoo’s hair is messier than usual and you’re shirt is torn at the neck and all the boys are like ‘bruh really?’

That room suddenly becomes Wonwoo’s room now because no one wants to sleep in that bed after it’s been tampered with

you two don’t really define the relationship publically, nah everyone just associates you two as a couple now cause you guys are always exiting the bedroom with obvious hickeys and messed up clothing

Seungcheol: ‘if you guys are gonna do it at least have the decency to do it when we’re not here. We have ears you know’

you realized that you too could really tick off Wonwoo

and for you, it was extremely fun

whenever you went out with the boys to clubs or parties, you always made it a thing to do some flirting with a few other men

and you could always feel Wonwoo’s eyes on you as the guy in front of you leaned very very close

and it really ticked Wonwoo off when you let the dude touch you even if it was an innocent touch on the arm

Wonwoo would be up and center telling the dude to ‘fuck off’ because you were ‘his’

sometimes the dude backed off and sometimes Wonwoo ended up slamming the dude against a glass table and punching the daylights out of him

you think it’s so funny to see him all jealous and ticked off, and it’s even more fun later when you two get home alone

Wonwoo even gets jealous of the other guys

because he knows the boys, and he knows what they think like, and he knows they all definitely check you out when you come out of his room dressed in only one of his large shirts

and he sees the way they all lower their heads to see if they could get a good view of your ass but Wonwoo always hovers over the boys and they all just snicker like

‘Come on, we can’t help it, she’s got a nice body’

and that comment really ticks him off because the thought of one of the other guys touching you, he gets so pissed that when you walk out of the kitchen, Wonwoo kinda attacks you with his really deep and hard kiss

and when he pulls away, you’re kind of left in a daze and you’re just like ‘woah, damn’ and there’s stars floating above your head cause Wonwoo just has that effect.

You head back to his room still in a small daze and Wonwoo looks back at the guys like ‘fucking touch her and i’ll rip you all apart in a second’

so, yeah, if you ask me, Wonwoo really likes you

[spiffydolan]

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 10 people.

idk if many people really read these types of things, but I love them so so much! I love learning these random things about new friends :’)

thank you @obsidiandolans for tagging me in this! I tag @california-grethan @tidsoptlmist @coconutethan @ohshutupgray @thedolansss @thefancave @laneswervingdolan @detoxdolan @notanotherdolantwinsblog @dtwritings

Wow this is a lot — here we go.

Last: 1. Drink - Powerade 2. Phone call - my sister 3. Text message - lol Mika trying to tell me how extra I am 💁🏻‍♀️ 4. Song you listened to - I’m In It by Kanye West 5. Time you cried - eh maybe a week or two ago… can’t really remember honestly

Ever: 6. Dated someone twice? - no 7. Kissed someone and regretted it - nope 8. Been cheated on - technically yes, but really no 9. Lost someone special - no 10. Been depressed - eh yeah 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - nooo

3 Favorite colors: 12. grey 13. yellow (ha I just realized these two colors were the main color scheme in Baroque art which stressed ideas of drama and anxiety. story of my life haha) 14. olive green

In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends - yes so so many!! 🧡 16. Fallen out of love - not necessarily love, but deep deep like — yes 17. Laughed until you cried - too many times 18. Found out someone was talking about you - yeah 19. Met someone who changed you - umm I’m not really sure… probably yes 20. Found out who your friends are - no 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - no

General: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - should be all of them? 23. Do you have any pets - yess two pups 💕 24. Do you want to change your name - ugh yeah 25. What did you do for your last birthday - visited my sisters 26. What time did you wake up today - 2 pm… but in all fairness, I slept all day yesterday and then stayed up until 5 am. My sleep schedule is screwed up but what’s new 27. What were you doing at midnight last night - umm I can’t really remember… probably scrolling through Tumblr/reading fanfics 28. What is something you can’t wait for - moving away from home in a few months omg 30. What are you listening to right now - the olympics 31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - yes 32. Something that’s getting on your nerves - omg so many things. My dad keeps asking me how I’m feeling, and it’s nice that he cares - I’m really thankful. But just leave me be for a bit :/ 33. Most visited website - Tumblr duh 34. Hair color - red/auburn 35. Long or short hair - shortish… but it’s definitely growing thank God 36. Do you have a crush on someone - lmao not so much a crush as it is an obsession… Ethan wya 37. What do you like about yourself - I like how understanding I am. 38. Want any piercings? - yes! I decided that in about a month, I’m going to get my second piercing on my ear lobe and get me left helix pierce 😛 I’m so freaking excited 39. Blood type - it’s O something, but I’m not sure what haha 40. Nicknames - I don’t really have any… but my sisters call me little red. 41. Relationship status - lmao did you remember like 5 years ago when “single pringle” was a thing? hahah anyways I’m single 42. Zodiac - pisces 43. Pronouns - she/her 44. Favorite TV shows - The Office (US), Friends, Grey’s Anatomy, The End of the F***in World, SEAL Team, Designated Survivor, Seinfeld, The King of Queens, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, New Girl 45. Tattoos - no 46. Right or left handed - righty 47. Ever had surgery - yesish… I got my wisdom teeth out 48. Piercings - just a single piercing on my ears 49. Sport - none 50. Vacation - Definitely going on one this summer, but I’m not sure where yet 51. Trainers - tbh idk what to put here hahah nike & adidas?

More general: 52. Eating - nothing at the moment, but the last thing I ate was some crackers 53. Drinking - sweet tea 54. I’m about to watch - the olympics 55. Waiting for - Season 2 of The End of the F***ing World 56. Want - Ethan. period. oh but I also want to graduate with a 4.0 - I thought I’d surely get that, but calculus has me doubting my abilities 57. Get married - I can only hope 58. Career - I always thought pharmacy, but I’m thinking of heading in the direction of finance. I’d love to be a financial planner/advisor. Maybe specialize with investments like in the stock market.

Which is better: 59. Hugs or kisses - hugs 60. Lips or eyes - eyes 61. Shorter or taller - taller but not too tall. tbh 6 ft is good enough for me 62. Older or younger - older 63. Nice arms or stomach - can I have both? eh let’s say arms 64. Hookup or relationship - relationship 65. Troublemaker or hesitant - I like a little bit of both, but I guess mainly hesitant.

Have you ever: 66. Kissed a stranger - no 67. Drank hard liquor - no ha 68. Lost glasses - yes 69. Turned someone down - yes 70. Sex on first date - no 71. Broken someones heart - supposedly… but I don’t believe that 72. Had your heart broken - somewhat yeah 73. Been arrested - no 74. Cried when someone died - no. I haven’t lost anyone close to me, and I’m very lucky and blessed by that fact. 75. Fallen for a friend - unfortunately, yes

Do you believe in: 76. Yourself - not really 77. Miracles - yes 78. Love at first sight - no, maybe interest or lust at first sight 79. Santa Claus - no but I wish haha times were so much easier when Santa Claus, the Easter bunny, and the Tooth Fairy existed. 80. Kiss on a first date - no 81. Angels - yes, but don’t try and tell me Grayson’s an angel. It gives me the heebie jeebies.

Other: 82. Best friend’s name - My sisters are my best friends, but I won’t say their names. 83. ‎Eye color - sometimes hazel sometimes brown 84. Favorite movie - Secret Life of Walter Mitty 85. ‎Favorite actor - Ben Stiller or Steve Carell. oof or Matthew McConaughey

[mangon3cta]

FWU (NCT Part 2)

Genre: idolverse, angsty sorta, smuttish

Word count: 2.7K

also, i do make some of the nct members look mean and rude in this but like its just fiction so....

You had a breakout in the morning. You sighed, not wanting to get up and face the boys after what Mark told you last night. This day is not gonna get any better, you thought, climbing out of bed and observing the bumps on your forehead. It was better not to cover it up like you usually did, you just didn’t find it so important right now. 

Whipping your hair into a messy top bun, you didn’t even bother changing out of your pajamas before entering the dining room. To your horror, the members were already up and dining, and they all turned to look at you as you stepped in. 

You attempted to look somewhere else but it was impossible for you to avoid contact since there were so many pairs of eyes piercing into yours. The only thought you had was to pretend you didn’t know a single thing. But that backfired on you as well. 

“Can I sit here?” You asked Johnny with fake cheerfulness. Without looking, he  nodded and you sat down beside him. “Its really hot today, right?” No one replied and you reached over the table to grab a piece of toast. Thankfully the younger boys weren’t around. 

“The dream babies must be working so hard!” You exclaimed while buttering you toast. You tried to act normal, but on the inside you were close to having a panic attack. “I hope it really pays off, Jeno was so excited for this comeback. Promotions should end soon, right, so hopefully they get some rest.”

“You talk a lot,” Taeil suddenly said. It was like the room had unanimously stopped breathing. You glanced at Taeil who was sitting a couple chairs across from you. You felt alone here since Mark was away with the rest of Dream.

“Yeah...I know,” You laughed softly. “I guess I’m-”

“And why do you call them dream babies, you know, they aren’t babies and thats the cringiest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

You felt your heart drop. You always called them babies, why was it such a problem now. Oh, right. You looked around the table, making contact for seconds with each member. 

“I’m sorry you don’t like it,” you said quietly. “I thought it was cute.”

“Just cut the crap, Y/N,” Ten spoke up. “You don’t have to act like that, we already know everything.” You aren’t the type to take shit from anyone and that was one of your best and worst qualities. 

“You already said that,” you replied sharply. “I’m not brain dead, I knew what you meant.” 

“Are you seriously going to start with me right now? You’re going to act like that?”

You scoffed. “What do you want me to say? I’m not just going to...” You faltered, suddenly aware of they eyes on you again. You stood up. “I’m sorry. I guess you all hate me then?” You caught Sicheng’s gaze for a moment and nearly burst into tears. 

“I  never meant to hurt anyone, I was just having fun. It’s just who I am. I’m sorry. I’m sorry to all of you. But if it makes you guys feel any better, I already told my dad I wanted to move out. So I’ll be doing that.” You flipped around and ran to your room. It was actually the manager’s - your dad’s - room but he pretty much gave it to you. 

Your bags were already packed and everything. You just had to wait for your driver. It wasn’t easy sitting alone in your room when your routine usually started and ended by hanging out with the NCT members. 

There was a knock on the door and Mark stepped inside. Seeing him comforted you a little and you managed a small smile. “I heard what happened this morning.”

You looked down at your lap. “There’s no way I can live under the same roof as you guys anymore. I totally humiliated myself and it’s all my fault. I’m sure they don’t want me here either.”

Mark stat quiet for a while and then spoke softly. “They don’t hate you, Y/N. They just didn’t like what you did.” You didn’t reply, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to defend yourself because that would just be an excuse and what you did could never be justified. 

“You know, you are one of our closest friends...you’ve been with most of us since before debut and helped us through a lot of things.”

You laughed to yourself, thinking of the days when you helped Yuta and Sicheng study Korean, and the time when Johnny taught you some dance moves and you broke your wrist in the process. 

“Y/N, Ten hyung really likes you, he likes you.”

You scoffed. “That doesn’t really make me feel better. It makes things worse actually.”

“Well,” Mark said, picking at a thread on his jeans. “I would be really mad too if I was in love with you and went and screwed around with other people after...you know.” He blushed and you smiled slightly. Mark held your gaze. “All I’m saying is that...maybe a simple apology will do.”

“How am I supposed to apologize to any of them, they all hate me!”

Mark shrugged. “Like I said, they don’t hate you. They’re all ready to forgive you. Just don’t leave.” You gave in. Mark was right. You should at least give it a shot. 

You talked things over with your father and told him you had a change of mind. He was pretty annoyed but he couldn’t deny you. The first person you decided to apologize to was Ten. It didn’t take long for him to forgive you. 

“I just thought it was only me,” he said, laughing softly. “But I forgive you.”

“I’ll change,” you told him, smiling. Ten stepped closer.

“It’s just that...I’ve always really liked you.” He didn’t continue. Instead, his fingers cupped your chin, pulling you into a kiss. You gasped against his mouth. This was unexpected. But you didn’t want to be rude. You kissed him back with the same vigor.

After that, it wasn’t hard to apologize to the other boys. Taeil was nice(er than usual), Taeyong almost ignored but you did aegyo to make him pay attention and Jaehyun was quick to forgive you. 

By the next week, it was almost as if nothing ever happened. And you were grateful for that. But you couldn’t forget. Not while you were now with Ten, but you still catered feelings for Sicheng. 

"Jagi!” Ten barged into your room after dance practice while you were seated on the couch, texting an old friend. He wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his face in your neck. “Mark said he was gonna bring me bread sticks to eat.”

“What’s up, baby?” You asked, kissing his head and then drawing your attention back to your phone. 

“Who’re you texting?”

“A high school friend. We haven’t talked in ages.” You let out a giggle as Ten nibbled on your ear lobe. 

“Ask her who her NCT bias is.”

You laughed and did as you were told. “Who wants to know?” With a wink emoji was her reply. You closed your phone and set aside. Someone really needed your attention. Ten was like this at times. And it was really cute, but also a tad bit annoying. You didn’t mind. 

“Looks like your day didn’t go so well,” you whispered against his hair. Ten just hummed into the crook of your neck. He was practically laying over you on the couch. 

“I just missed you today.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, twirling your fingers into his soft brown hair. “Well, I’m here now.” Ten shifted a little, getting into a more comfortable - and intimate - position. 

His lips were trailing kissed down your neck and across your shoulder, biting into your skin ever so softly. Eventually, his hand had made its way in your jeans, his fingers playing at the hem of your panties. 

Butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach while you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. A part of you wanted to stop him while the other went, oh what the hell, why not indulge him? 

You moved your hips slightly so that Ten’s hand was just ghosting over your center and just as a soft moan left your lips, the door opened and you were brought back to your senses.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Mark exclaimed almost dropping the plate he was holding in the process. Ten was startled as he quickly pulled his hand away from you and you sat upright, hoping Mark didn’t see all that.

“It’s okay,” you said, purposefully enunciating your voice. “We weren’t really doing anything, you can come in.” Mark stepped inside, his face red with embarrassment. 

“Hyung, you wanted these so I just came to give them,” he said, handing the plate of bread sticks to Ten. “I’m really sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wasn’t thinking -”

“Mark, calm down,” Ten laughed upon seeing how flustered he was. “It’s fine.” Mark just gave you two an awkward smile before leaving the room. Ten turned to you. “He’s such a cute kid.”

You giggled. “Anyway, don’t you have something to do?”

“Nope,” Ten grinned, his lips hovering over yours once again. “I’m free for the rest of the day.”

You had never been to any of NCT’s MV shoots before so this was a first experience for you. Ten wasn’t around since he wouldn’t be part of this comeback. Despite how many times they had to repeat the choreography, it seemed really fun. Donghyuk seemed to be having the most fun; fooling around with the other members and pretty much causing a ruckus. 

The director summoned everyone over to the computer to check how the scene turned out. Sicheng stood behind you as you enjoyed how great the first part of the video looked. You felt him rest his head on your shoulder. This wasn’t new since you were close with almost all the members, they’ve all done it before; mostly Jisung and Donghyuck though. 

But this time it felt different. Sicheng’s braids tickled your neck and you surprised yourself by turning your head and connecting your lips. You realized what you had a second too late and Sicheng had already stepped away, looking around to see if anyone had seen. 

You went red, cursing yourself for being so careless and thoughtless and stupid. “I’m so-”

Sicheng stopped you. “Not now,” he said, looking away. “Later.” You felt uneasy. How could you have messed everything up? Again. 

The two of you did talk it out later, but you knew this would haunt you during those times when you’re alone. You tried to shoo it away. It was just an honest mistake, right?

For a while you did forget, but every time you looked at Ten, the thought would come back to you: you cheated on Ten even after you told you had changed. So you decided to just pretend everything was okay. It could work. 

“You’re going to sleep this early?” asked Ten, walking into your room. You rolled around to look at him. 

“I didn’t sleep last night so I feel sleepy, what’s your problem?”

Ten laughed, climbing over you. “Whoa, baby, I was just asking.” You smiled. How could you not after him calling you baby in that - that voice. Ten leaned his head down, kissing you, and then tugging at your bottom lip. He was always so demanding. One of his best traits. 

“Stooooppp!” You giggled, hands cupping Ten’s cheeks to keep him away from your face. “My lips are getting sore from you kissing me so much!”

Ten leaned down more, his lips right next to your ear. “You’re a fucking tease,” he whispered, his hands bunching your shirt at your waist. “You know you like it, so stop pretending.” You bit your lip as your hands snaked up his thighs, slipping through the bottom of his shorts. 

“Wow, dance practice really payed off,” you said softly. “You’ve got some nice thighs.”

“I’ve got something nicer between them,” Ten smirked, his hand guiding yours up his thigh. Before he could stop, you pulled your hand away, suddenly pushing him off and sitting upright. Ten raised his eyebrows in surprise as you sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding his gaze.

“Hey,” he said softly, moving to sit crossed legged beside you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You didn’t say anything, just staring at your lap in discomfort. “We don’t have to do that, you know. Heck, I don’t even want to if you don’t want to.” When you still didn’t reply, Ten breathed out, lifting your chin up to face him. 

“Baby, I’m really sorry,” he said almost desperately. 

“Ten, I kissed Sicheng,” you blurted out. It hurt too much to keep it in any longer than you already did. Ten’s eyes got bigger and he looked betrayed for a second.

Then he said. “It’s okay, it was just an accident right?” You shook her head and the tears just came rolling out. You hated it, you didn’t want appeal to his guilt just by crying but you couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“I did it on purpose.”

Ten stood up. “What? Why?”

“I’m really really sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just had feelings for him for so long and it was just in the heat of the moment.” Ten looked like he didn’t know what to say. 

“Wait, let me get this straight. You like Sicheng?” You nodded, sniffing. “But you’re with me?”

“I mean...you didn’t really ask me to be your girlfriend, you just sorta assumed-”

“Are you fucking serious?” Ten cut you off immediately. “You’re really going to play the victim card?”

You stood up, facing Ten. “No, baby, I was just saying...”

“Don’t call me baby. And don’t start with me. You’re the one who couldn’t even tell me no when you liked Winwin all this time and made me look like a fucking idiot.”

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, furiously wiping away your tears. “I really am. I just thought I’d start to fall in love with you or something. What I did can’t be excused.” You were never good with words and your thoughts were running faster than your mouth could form complete sentences. “Listen, its my fault. Not Sicheng’s, he didn’t even kiss me. He said he didn’t want to as long as I’m with you.”

“You said you changed, Y/N, but I don’t see it,” Ten said, his tone imitating hurt and disbelief. “Who else have you kissed?”

“Ten, please, it was-”

“Hmm, I’m gonna guess...Mark? You two have been hanging out more than usual.”

“Don’t bring Mark into it, please!” You begged furiously. Ten seemed unmovable. And he wasn’t the same lovable and affectionate Ten he usually was. “He’s just my friend.”

Ten scoffed, almost red with anger. “Yeah so was Taeil hyung, and Taeyong hyung and Jaehyun before you went and fucked all of them.”

“I didn’t...” You stepped closer and cupped his cheeks. “I’m sorry, please don’t talk so loud.”

Ten swatted your hands away. “Why so no one will know that you cheated on me with Sicheng?” His voice became louder on purpose. “I assure you, everyone will find out soon enough.” He made his way to the door but you got there first, hand on it so he couldn’t leave.

“Ten, please, I’m so sorry.”

“No, you’re a fucking slut.” You gasped at his rude words and even though you knew it was true, you couldn’t stand being called that. Ten opened the door to see Johnny and Mark standing at the doorway.

“What is going on here?” Johnny asked, concerned. 

“Ask her,” said Ten coldly. He glanced at Mark. “Oh look, its your boy toy.”

“Don’t call him that!” You exclaimed, pushing him back in anger. Johnny got in between you two. 

“That’s not cool, Ten.” He said. Ten stormed away and Johnny followed him. Mark turned to leave as well, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Mark, please don’t,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. Mark looked ashamed, but he slowly pulled his hand away. 

“I don’t want to,” he said quietly. “But I just can’t defend you anymore.”

yooooooo

there wasn’t supposed to be a part two but part one had such a shitty ending and it looked like you guys wanted another part too. i just needed the closure so here’s the less shitty part two. idk if there should be part three, but if u guys want one then just send me an ask !!

!!psa!! i don’t write smut so like if any of these seems lame or cheesy its bc i’m not used to it lol

[vampir3d]

Thanks for tagging me @suchaverageverywow  !! <3

THE LAST…

1. Drink: Flat Dr. Pepper

2. Phone call: My boyfriend before cos I was checking he wasn’t dead (he wasn’t just ill)

3. Text message: My boyfriend again, this time talking about cheesy garlic bread

4. Song you listened to: Sweat - The All-American Rejects

5. Time you cried: Sunday night because I thought about my Guinea Pig that died a couple of months ago. I’m sad af. But also, I’m adopting this cute fluffy black one hopefully soon!! So I will stop crying.

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: This is the second time I’ve ‘dated’ my bf but the first time was very short and we broke it off because of my anxiety issues. We decided to stay friends and get to know each other, before, eventually after a year, we decided we should get back together (because I love him still).

7. Been cheated on: No, thankfully

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: No, actually.

9. Lost someone special: Not unless you count the Guinea Pig from before^^

10. Been depressed: Well everyone feels depressed from time to time but I would not say I am depressed.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I threw up last week but that may not have been the alcohol, I feel, but I dunno it also could have been... I think I ate too much tbh.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12. Red

13. Pink (though it’s just a lighter shade of red innit)

14. Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends: Yes, especially my friendo Jasmin I would say, who I’ve made really good friends with this year :))

16. Fallen out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: I laugh at everything, yes definitely. My friend fell off her chair today trying to kick the boy in front of her and I nearly cried.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: No...

19. Met someone who changed you: Literally every person tbh

20. Found out who your true friends are: Yes... I already knew but I think it became more prominent and I realised I didn’t have to bother with them as much.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Well yeah, I have my bf on Facebook so...

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all, I don’t add internet friends on Facebook. I dunno why, I don’t really use it that much tbh.

23. Do you have any pets: Miso is my fish (his counterpart was called Sushi because I’m hilarious) and I may be adopting a Guinea Pig this weekend which is called Bella!

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Nothing. My best friend tried to throw me a mini surprise party but no one wanted to come :(

26. What time did you wake up: 6:30 kill me, I felt like death.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping

28. Name something you cannot wait for: Summer, I go on holiday for a few weeks and then get to spend the rest of the time asleep or with my boyfriend. Or preferably, both.

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: Twenty minutes ago when I had tea (I’m hiding in my room now)

30. What is the one thing you wish you could change about your life: I suppose the only thing I’d want to do now is be rid of my anxiety... ngl apart from that, stuff is okay. Or you know, become rich.

31. What are you listening to right now: Where The Lines Overlap - Paramore

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: There is a Tom in a few of my classes, he’s okay but v annoying and keeps wondering why he doesn’t get laid (spoiler: it’s because he is annoying)

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: How fucking tired I am and how my bf isn’t here to give me cuddles until I fall asleep ahhh :(

34. Most visited website: At the moment, Youtube, Tumblr and Crunchyroll, is all I use tbh lmao.

35. Elementary: Kinda miss that, I left like 4 years ago now wtf (I presume this is the American version of Primary school?)

36. High School: I’m about to go into the last year and I’m pumped for that. I’ve actually had a good year too.

37. College/university: I wanna go to University hopefully...

38. Hair colour: Blonde naturally and also now dyed 

39. Long or short hair: Medium but I’m gonna get it cut fairly short (on or above my shoulders) soon

40. Do you have a crush on someone: Harry Styles, Michael Clifford, Gerard Way, Cole Sprouse, Dan Howell and Phil Lester, Awsten Knight... and I guess my boyfriend is okay looking too.

41. What do you like about yourself: I just want everyone to be happy and to make people happy :(

42. Piercings: Standard ear lobe

43. Blood type: No idea, I wanna know too 

44. Nickname: Jess(?) or Sugarmuffin if you’re my bf eww

45. Relationship status: In a relationship for the first time. Ever.

46. Zodiac sign: Virgo

47. Pronouns: She/her

48. Favourite TV show: OKAY I’M REALLY STOKED FOR THE SECOND SEASON OF STRANGER THINGS SO I’M GONNA SAY THAT RN.

49. Tattoos: None

50. Right or left hand: Right

FIRST…

51. Surgery: I haven't had any (thankfully?)

52. Piercing: Standard ear lobe was done in the summer of 2013 I think

54. Sport: Swimming probably

55. Vacation: I think we went Menorca when I was very young??? Idk if it was the first but one of the very very first

56. Pair of trainers: Baby trainers I guess, fuck knows

57. Eating: ?? idk

58. Drinking: These questions are confusing is it asking me for the first thing I ever drank? mate, probably my Mother’s milk help

59. I’m about to: Fall asleep probably

60. Listening to: How Do You Feel? - The Maine

61. Waiting for: Death

62. Want: DEATH

63. Get married: Yeah I totally wanna get married

64. Career: I don’t have one and honestly fuck knows what I’m gonna do

YOUR TYPE…

65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs and kisses... OKAY HUGS

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes

67. Shorter or taller: Someone taLLER PLS. I need to be protected.

68. Older or younger: My bf is younger than me but idc. I’d probably choose older if given the option but it doesn’t really matter.

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach?

71. Sensitive or loud: My bf is both lmao. I prefer it when he is being sensitive though sometimes xx

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship omg

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Both depending on the situation. It’s probably better if they’re more of a troublemaker because I’m not!

HAVE YOU EVER…

74. Kissed a stranger: No!

75. Drank hard liquor: Not hard liquor

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope

77. Turned someone down: I had to politely turn down this girl who asked me out because I’m straight :(

78. Sex on first date: Fuck off

79. Broken someone’s heart: No 

80. Had your heart broken: No

81. Been arrested: No

82. Cried when someone died: My Guinea Pig?? does that count??

83. Fallen for a friend: MY BF IS MY BFF NGL YES

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: Her? Fuck no

85. Miracles: Not really... maybe a little

86. Love at first sight: Yes, though it doesn’t always need to happen that way for it to be love

87. Santa Claus: He is real? I’ve met him multiple times

88. Kiss on the first date: Maybe if you know the person well enough beforehand

89. Angels: I’m living proof baby no

OTHER…

90. Current best friend’s name: Sarah

91. Eye colour: Blue 

92. Favourite movie: SO MANY. I’m gonna say Howl’s Moving Castle for now