#mark is definitely his first crush or first boyfriend though

[sammaggs]

4x04 Odds // 1x16 The Blue Line | Tease

Both of Fraser’s sometimes-boyfriends like to tease him for his awkward naivety in exactly the same way, and I think that’s beautiful.

[littlemisshyperfixation]

Yoongi Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 2

Series

In the Margins (a s f) by @bonvoyagenoona ⊹₊⋆ You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Fix You (f a) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

desolate (a f s) by @angelicyoongie ⊹₊⋆ you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

One Shots

Set Me Free (a f) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

back-burner (a f s) by @yoonpobs ⊹₊⋆ sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

Love Language (a s f) by @gukslut ⊹₊⋆ Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.

27 Phone Numbers (f) by @bxebxee ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

sweetner (f s) by @taegularities ⊹₊⋆ You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

One Chance (f) by @out-of-jams ⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Seasons Change (a s) by @taetaesbaebaepsae ⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s) by @daechwitatamic ⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Now We Reign (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

take five (a f) by @jiminrings ⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.

The Final - Day 02 (s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

hello soulmate (f) by @bluemari23 ⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

Sugar Rush Ride (s) by @lo1k-diamonds ⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

fuck being friends (a f s) by @strawberrynamjoon ⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Take One (s f) by @untaemedqueen ⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

Illicit Favors (f s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Bet On It (s) by @minisugakoobies ⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

subscribed (s f) by @aquagustd ⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

[ccoconutmall]

❝STUDY SESH!❞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; yuta becomes your tutor; he wonders if he'll be able to handle the girl of his dreams, and someone of your nature.

pairing; nerd!yuta x bimbo!reader.

content warning; making out, biting, hickies, minor smut.

pt 2.

MDNI.

oh god. 

yuta knew he was in trouble when he saw you walk into your class late with a skimpy little outfit. your belly button ring and black thong standing out amongst your pink juicy tracksuit. even at 8 in the morning; you still look beautiful in his eyes, and it only made him twitch in his pants at the sight of you. 

yuta wasn’t typically the guy girls like you went for, and he knew it, but even though he couldn’t be in the same clique as you, or even get near you. he knew he could still crush on you though; watch the way your ass moves in the pants you were wearing that day, maybe even ogle at your boobs that threatened to pop out of your tight tank top.

he could only dream of having you in his bed, silently crying out his name while he had you trapped beneath his frame. a dream where he’d kiss and leave love bites all over your soft skin; just to show off to everyone that you were in fact his. he wanted to see your pouty face; plump lips pursed when he wouldn’t give you what you wanted and went at a snail's pace, hoping to savor this for as long as he possibly could. He could imagine the red marks being left on his pale skin from your freshly done manicure that you practically begged him to pay for. 

you pleaded with all your might, even promised a blowjob to get what you want; and he just had to give in; because he couldn’t let his girl look bad, now could he? oh, what you do to this poor boy. everything he’s ever wanted only involves you. he wanted the pretty, dumb girl to be his; and to go even dumber on his dick. he could barely hear the lecture going on while he watched you chew on the clicker of your pink pen. all too perfect for you. lip gloss, smearing all over the tip of it while you stare absentmindedly at the board in front of you. 

he can just tell you had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, and he was perfectly fine with that; then, before he knew it, the professor was calling the two of you down from your seats; mentioning how you needed a tutor and that yuta was the best option to teach you in a way you’d understand. he could think of a few ways to teach you alright. a small pout formed on your lips as you looked down. you were trying your hardest, of course, but your hardest was obviously not hard enough. 

“hey, don’t worry… i’ll find a great way for you to learn.” yuta snapped you out of your little funk. a large smile now plastered across your face. there’s his pretty girl. “really?!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping into his arms before he could fully nod; tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. he could definitely get used to this. “thank you! thank you!” you pressed your boobs into his chest, and left the room with a giggle. 

yuta had his work cut out for him…

—

“i can’t do it!” you sighed loudly while yuta did his homework. he looked down at your textbook, looking at your overly pretty handwriting. you didn’t get one question right besides the one he helped you with. “y/n, you did them all wrong.. here let me help you.” he took his eraser and rubbed away all the work you had previously done, you pursed your lips as you watched him get rid of it all . “ok, you have to solve for x, do you know how to do that?” 

he watched as you idly stared at him. “here’s an easy one.” he pointed at the first question on the top of your paper. “X + 14 = 21. all you have to do is subtract 14 and 21.” tilting your head, you looked at him again “but 14 is positive… why don’t we add?” smiling, he pointed again. “well, in order to get x alone, you’d have to move 14 to the other side right? think of it like an ex boyfriend, you want to get away from it right?” your face made an ‘oh’ face before you grabbed your calculator out of your purse and began to type away. 

your nails were tapping at the keys and you wrote down the answer “so x is 7?” you asked him as he nodded. “good job!” he clapped for you and you looked down at the paper once again. “hey, if you get this next one right on your own, i’ll give you a reward, how does that sound?” gasping you looked over at him. you perked up at the mention of getting something in return, you were easily coaxed and he knew that; he had you wrapped around his finger.

a few minutes passed and you had finished the question, remembering the method he taught you; so you could get it right. “good job! here, you can have a reward.” he looked around the room, but when he looked, he could clearly tell there was nothing around to aid him. he finally looked at your pouting face, your lips was all he could focus on before he placed a chaste kiss against them. your lip gloss gently stains his lips, leaving a faint hint of vanilla against his tongue. 

he pulled away gently, a soft smack could be heard as the kiss disconnected. your eyes were wide when he opened his. he was trying to keep all his pent up energy suppressed when he kissed you, but he didn’t realize how soft your lips would be; and god. he wanted them all over his body. instead of kissing you again, he began to nervously laugh at the little action. “sorry, i don’t know why i–” 

you cut him off when you grabbed his face and pulled him into a deeper kiss, it was like time stopped. finally, he began to lean into the kiss like it was oxygen and he had been struggling to breathe for hours on end. his tongue dragged across your lips, slowly prodding it inside of your mouth. tongues fighting against each other while his hands ran up your waist; goosebumps prickling your arms when you realize just how cold his fingertips were against your warm skin. 

you wrapped your arms against his neck as you straddled him, making the kiss impossibly closer; as if you’d become one. your nails finding their way into his scalp as he tasted the minty flavor dancing on your tongue from you chewing a piece of gum just a half hour ago. yuta wanted to become one with you; but before he knew it, you had him melting in the palms of your hand. how couldn’t you, he’s been dying for this moment since the very first time he’s laid eyes on you. what spell did you put on him for him to feel like this? 

he finally moved away to press kisses against your neck, your gold necklace tickling his lips as the smell of your perfume intoxicated him. the sounds of your moans rang pretty in his ears, and his throat ran dry; adam's apple bobbing as he tried to gulp down whatever spit was left in his mouth so he could try to get rid of the throbbing pain in his pants, and he knew you could feel it because you looked down at him. you smirked, slowly moving your hips against his waist; how he wished he could just eat you whole. his sweats were slowly growing a dark spot from all the friction between you two. 

he looks at your neck and starts to suck on the sensitive skin, trying to gain his control back, but instead, it leaves a dark red hickey. something that’s going to last on your skin for at least a week. gasping, you stop the movements of your hips to look down at him, and he begins to stand up, carrying you in his large hands and moving you over to his bed. “yuta?” 

your big doe eyes, staring into his tired ones as he lays you down. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll take care of you.” 

© property of ccoconutmall ‘24. please do not repost, copy, modify, or translate.

[gfmima]

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : he loves it when you’re super, duper clingy add. note : modern!au

“stop it,” he gripes, his eyes draw shut in exasperation over your incessant calling for a silver of his attention. you could be such a glutton for him, he huffs, although flattered.

he already, and begrudgingly, allowed you to sit snug on his lap whilst he watched this documentary on the television to ail his boredom. what more do you want?

he sends you a half-hearted glare. however, as anticipated, it did little to discourage you. in reality, it only fueled you to behave the way you did.

“stop what, babe? i‘m just trying to love you.” you frown, full of hope it’d entice him to indulge in your desire to be petted with his affection. it didn’t, so you continue to stare at him…

longingly.

his eyes; his lips; then his cheeks… you’d never dare tell him about it, but he looks cute when he was super, duper focused. he had a habit of scrunching his nose and pouting, as if to make a tiny show of how concentrated he was at the moment. he looks cute, you thought, very cute.

adjusting your sitting position, you receive a tiny scowl from your dear boyfriend, who was growing more and more distracted by the minute. you purse your lips up at him for a kiss and he rolls his eyes at you in return. despite his steady snubbing, you know he was pleased to see you pine for him.

how can you not? him and his cheeks!

and before you know it, your hand travels to cup his face. he didn’t seem to mind it at all. in fact, he responds quite nicely, nuzzling against your palm. it wasn’t until you, oh, so lovingly decided to pinch him did it finally elicit any sort of a reaction from him.

albeit tricky, it was definitely worth it. his cheeks look really squishy from your perspective and you couldn’t help yourself at all. hence, it comes to no surprise when you had insisted on pinching him like a makeshift stress ball. squish. squish. squish.

“can you get off me? you’re seriously getting on my nerves,” kunikuzushi scolds, and bats your hand away rather weakly and impassively, like he can barely trouble himself to put an actual stop at your antics.

his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink from your shameless display of affection. it was embarrassing! he insists, and yet here he was basking in your desperation anyway.

“i-i don’t want to!” you cling onto him tighter. if you were to go further, you would’ve crushed his esophagus.

he has half a mind to give you an earful for your immaturity when you didn’t waste a second to hide your face in his neck. he was contemplating on not letting this slide. that is until it flees from his mind once your lips press featherlight pecks on his skin

he was fine with it at first, long-familiar with your clinginess. though, his mood dramatically shifts after you start nipping at his skin to leave faint marks here and there. 

are you crazy? he did nothing to have you behave this way, kunikuzushi huffs. 

pressing pause on the remote, his other hand stops you by cradling your face. he smooshes your cheeks together and it made you look like a fish.

“alright, knock it off. this isn’t funny! are you deaf or s—OW! did you… bite me?” he glances at his hand then at your face and he was absolutely dumbfounded.

“i’ll do it again!”

burying your face in the crook of his neck, you know he’d do something if he was truly bothered.

“whatever… just let me finish the damn documentary.”

“knock, knock!”

a tiny smile upturns his lips after he caught the echo of your voice calling him from the other side. it was intriguing when he didn’t show much emotion around others yet the smallest hint of your presence makes a difference, pulling a smile or softening his gaze. however, it fades away when he recalls he was in the middle of a video call.

damn it, tighnari huffs. turning off both his microphone and video, he spins his chair to face the door. “come in.”

he may not say it often but he appreciates all your efforts to check on him or take care of him. whether it be a casual “hi, whaddya doing?” or surprising him with a homemade meal, he cherished every bit of it either way.

although he never asked, you do it anyway and it warms his heart.

the door creaked open and your lovely self came into view a second later. “so… how’s the bestest boyfriend in the entire world doing today?” you greet with a charming smile, finally stepping p foot inside the room.

bestest wasn’t a real word but god, you are so cute.

you don the frilly apron you use whenever you cook or bake; in the palm of your hands rests a short tray of food — lunch, he guesses. the sight in front of him stinks of domesticity, it willed butterflies to skitter in his stomach.

“work as usual. nothing new.”

“great! you should take a break ‘cuz look at what i cooked!” you make a great show of the savory meal before him.

although unquestionably restless when things don’t go your way, you respected his plans to finish his meeting before he sacrifices his time to dote on you. placing the tray on a vacant spot on his desk, he stuns you by wasting no time in pulling you to sit on his lap sideways.

the sound of your gasp was music to his ears, the corner of his mouth quirks into a lopsided smile. it urges him to push through and fulfill the leftover minutes of this meeting. you, on the other hand, do what you did best: be clingy.

you occupy yourself by playing with his hair, wringing a thin strand around your finger until your eyes fixate on his green streaks. sectioning it off from the majority of his dark locks, you admire how well it sharpens his features.

he looks so handsome! …but at what cost? his soft cheeks. you frown, hands falling to cup his soft cheeks instead. your thumb grazes against his skin. going further, you sneak in a couple tender pinches.

so fluffy! you muse.

tighnari, who long discarded his intentions to work, basks in your touch. he could never get enough of you. his gaze trails along your every movement, wondering what was coursing through that pretty head of yours. what can you be thinking about? was it about him?

“you need to get a haircut.”

“do i?” he didn’t know it, but his tone lightens whenever it’s directed at you and thanks to the almost nonexistent space in between your bodies, it came across a whisper.

“yep! i can trim it for you later if you want?”

“whatever you say, darling.” tighnari nods, bewitched in the feeling of you gingerly tucking his hair behind his ears. he leans into your touch, prompting you both to silently bask in each other’s company — as if the outside world didn’t exist.

“um, sir? your camera is on.” collei’s shy voice rings through his laptop and you and your boyfriend flinch at the intrusion on your love bubble.

“shit.”

[luffington]

OMG im obsessed with the fic with Cora and Doffy X Reader! i was wondering if i could request just Corazon X Reader? im absolutely crazy about the idea of sweet Cora having those repressed sadistic urges, and his struggle with wanting to be soft and kind, but cant help liking the darker and meaner, its just. UGH SO GOOD

Maybe the reader could have picked up on that a bit and is teasing him into giving in to those urges (which they're totally into lol)

Also i love your fics sm! keep up the great work <3

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x gn!reader

➤ word count: 1.3k

➤ warnings: dom!corazon, possessive!corazon, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), praise kink, established relationship, fem reader

RIGHT ITS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT!!! we barely know anything about cora outside of what law experienced and we'll probably never find out more so.... character interpretation!

my first draft of this had a paragraph where the reader acted bratty to try to coax out his mean side and he almost starting crying.... i took it out because i couldn't do that to him (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

this ended up being pretty similar to the other fic (read here) but i hope you like it!

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Corazon was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Sure, he was a master of deception – hiding his Devil Fruit powers and tricking his brother into trusting him was definitely not an easy feat. His anger issues could use some work, even though the reasons behind his outrage were always justified. But his loving personality and strong sense of morality were very real.

He never doubted your kind heart, either. You had joined the Donquixote Family simply because you had no other options, and dealing with his crazy older brother was better than starving on the streets. Corazon was able to relax around you, be silly and affectionate without being judged by his cold-hearted coworkers, and finally speak after long stretches of staying silent.

But there was more to him.

Doflamingo seemed to be the black sheep based on what little you knew about the biological Donquixotes. A rare case of madness in an otherwise well-intentioned family. However, the brothers still shared the same genes and the same horrific childhood. And even though Corazon never discussed his experiences in the Navy, he certainly witnessed terrible things that still weighed on his mind.

Your boyfriend tried his best to keep any deep-rooted darkness away from you, but it was unhealthy for him to repress every negative emotion. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He didn’t need to be an angel all the time.

One time, the eternally clumsy blonde almost fell trying to hover above you in bed. Not wanting to crush you with his ten-foot tall body, he caught himself by grabbing your arm. Hard. You squeaked in surprise and he immediately apologized, but dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises stained your skin by the end of the night.

Early the next morning, when he thought you were still asleep, he lightly traced the marks over and over. You caught him staring at them throughout the day, too, looking more intrigued than upset. He littered your neck, chest, and thighs with hickies the next time you fucked, and you realized inflicting pain wasn’t what turned him on – he didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to mark you. Those were his fingerprints on your arm.

So much was taken away from him at a young age that of course he wanted to claim you as his own. Hickies were more conventionally sexy than bruises, so he was less ashamed about admiring them in front of you and telling you how pretty you look. Even gently rubbing a large one on your neck during a Family meeting, which made his brother huff and tell you to get a room. Corazon did get a room after that – pulled you aside into a private bathroom and fucked you against the sink while making you stare at yourself in the mirror. Whispering in a deep voice about how the color of your hickies matched his plum-colored lipstick.

A few weeks later, he came home in the middle of the night after being away on a mission with Diamante and Trebol for nearly a week. Thunder boomed outside the window and his feathery black coat left behind a trail of rainwater as he stumbled into your shared room. His tall frame visibly shook with anger, his dark sunglasses barely covered the fury burning in his eyes. You got out of bed to greet him and asked how the operation went, but he just pulled you into a very wet hug and mumbled, “I don’t want to think about it ever again.” 

You blinked slowly and whispered, “I can help you forget.”

The blonde threw his half-burned cigarette to the floor then smashed his lips against yours. He didn’t bother taking the time to build up to a heated kiss. Immediately biting your lower lip raw before pushing his long tongue inside your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, easily submitting and letting him take whatever he wanted from you. The smell of smoke caught both of your attention. Corazon instinctively stomped out the cigarette ashes smoldering on the throw rug without tearing away from the kiss for even a moment. 

“Let me use you.” He looked as desperate as he sounded. “Just for tonight, can you be my little doll? I’ll make it up to you later, I promise, I’ll be so good to you.” Heat shot straight to your core and you nodded fervently, clutching onto his drenched clothes like your life depended on it.

Which is how you ended up with his lengthy cock down your throat, your bare ass in the air and body wedged between his sprawled-out legs. Calloused fingers tangled in your hair to firmly guide you up and down. Graciously giving you time to relax by letting you swirl your tongue around the swollen tip, though he never pulled you entirely off his dick. He looked so pretty like this – damp hair clinging to his forehead, pale cheeks turned pretty pink, subtly squirming on the mattress, pupils fully blown out with lust. 

Corazon suddenly thrust upwards to hear you gag, several inches of his cock forcing their way into your tight throat. Tiny teardrops reflexively lined your eyes as your gag reflex kicked in. You expected the blonde to panic and immediately stop – even though it was just your body’s natural reaction and you were enjoying every second. But instead, he licked his lips like he wanted to devour you. 

There were those Doflamingo genes.

But unlike his selfish brother, Corazon asked if you were comfortable with everything happening for the second time that night. You gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, obviously unable to verbally confirm with his dick stretching your mouth to its limit. His cock drooled salty precum onto your tongue as thick globs of your drool dripped down to his balls. 

You used both hands to stroke the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth – the huge man had a huge dick to match. Corazon swatted them away, held your wrists in one giant hand then pushed down hard until every inch of him was deep in your throat, messy blonde pubes tickling your nose. He was glad he set up a sound barrier, otherwise the entire Family would’ve heard the debauched moan that spilled from his lips.

After a few moments of admiring you and the prominent bulge in your throat, your boyfriend released you just before it became too much. “Good girl,” Corazon panted with a dazed smile. “Such a good girl, taking it all like you’re supposed to.”

He gave up trying to hold back after that, bucking his hips against your face and rambling about how pretty and perfect you looked like this. He pressed your head all the way down again just before he hit his peak, shooting a large load of cum directly into your stomach. When he saw your ruined state, a dark pit formed in his stomach. Tears stained your cheeks and spit dripped down your chin as you gasped for air, and he was turned on by it. 

Corazon quickly pulled you close to press soft kisses against your cheek and make sure you were okay. Nothing you said seemed to convince him, so you brought his hand between your thighs. When he swiped a finger through your folds, his eyes widened at how wet you were. He admired the way your sticky juices webbed between his digits, then immediately began toying with your cunt.

“I would’ve stopped you if you didn’t like it,” you grinned, shamelessly rutting against the palm of his hand. “Ruin me with your cock more. I’ll be a good toy for you.”

Corazon gulped, stomach fluttering with sinful excitement. “O-Okay, if… if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

Both of you knew he wanted it more than anything.

[ohbabydollie]

omg so i’m new here but i currently have brainrot for 2 things

1) being a famous celebrity (sortaaaa like the famous streamer one but more famous) where ur like, an actress or model, things like that. and having a semi-public relationship with schlatt where you’ll be spotted holding hands on occasion, or on a red carpet but not really publicly discussing your relationship (even though everyone knows you’re together), and everyone is either super happy and ships the ever loving shit out of you, or they clown on you a bit and make “who’s punching up” videos and odd comments, and just not giving a fuck and being happy together but kinda wanting to be viewed like any other couple and not just another famous couple to be analyzed. (also similar to mutual break up but you don’t care about hate and stay together)

AND

2) schlatt made a joke about having his cock out in the latest chuckle sandwich episode and….. giving him head under his desk when he films….. for some things, like recordings where he’s not showing his face, it’s easy, but when he has his face out, it’s a bit more challenging. he has to restrain the urge to watch you and moan SOOO bad…. that’s all.

LMAO NONNIE THE FIRST ONE, I HAD TOO

okay, let’s say you’re a celebrity that is agreed by men, women, etc. to be absolutely stunning

so many people that love you, call you their wife, etc.

you are an absolute style icon, wearing pieces made for you to exclusive red carpet events

even people who hate you have to agree you’ve got a great style in clothes and makeup and yes, you’re iconic, at least a little

then somehow you make your way to the youtube community

people assume from you being so open and sweet and social is how you find yourself starring in a project directed by Ted Nivison

you’re so excited for it, interacting with other creators, etc.

Jschlatt knows of you, but thinks you’re probably like all those LA stuck up influencers that managed to make enough connections to get what you wanted

but when he has his first interaction with you on twitter??

he’s taking the chance to flirt with you publicly

in any way shape or form

and is so public about his crush on you to the point everyone is convinced he runs a stan account for you

you both do get closer behind the scenes but don’t tell much people about it

especially considering his jokes that people love taking seriously and out of context

you both are pretty secretive about it, super down low about it until the day he decides to pay for your nails

a small j is on the underside of your ring finger as to not show it off too much

it can’t even be seen unless it’s up close

then someone points it out on twitter in a selfie

you say it was dirt, but they know what they saw

then the paparazzi comes in and takes a photo that goes viral of you in sweats and a suspiciously familiar wilson hoodie

you say it a coincidence over and over again but the evidence is undeniable when you post multiple selfies in familiar hoodies that look just a little too large for you

small scratches and bite marks on your arms but you never mentioned getting a cat

then you appear in a chuckle sandwich interview

but the vibe is different in that video compared to the rest with guests

schlatt is polite??? and listening to you??

he looks at you with so much affection

yeah, your team does damage control and quickly

claiming that you’re currently single and focused on your career

then you fuck up on your own

a misclick on a story made for your close friends of you kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he has the biggest smile ever plastered on his face

oh well, too late to deny anymore

so you don’t say anything until your next red carpet event where he’s essentially your accessory

like arm candy and dressed to match you

then everyone definitely knows

and let me tell you, some stans are sobbing

lots of “i waited 3 1/2 years, white man did it in one week” from fans and other celebrities

punching the air too

lots of crying and audios after they realize you’re dating him fr fr and not them

people definitely make memes out of it

goddess s/o and bf they probably found digging around in the trash and probably has rabies

yk that one meme of shining armor and princess cadence?

yeah, that + other attractive partner and their silly bf

so so so many of those “do you think we’re…in another universe?” slides

they clip any time he talks about you and use it for edits

editing characters you play with c! schlatt (it’s giving jack frost x elsa)

they love the two of you and seriously cannot get enough

but they really are punching the air when he marries you and when he gets you pregnant (if applicable)

[flowerinjuries]

Heyoo, can you do yuta as bf just like the one you did for Mark?

yuta as a boyfriend <3

the soft side:

oh this guy was crushing on you so hard before you two started actually dating

to him it was like love at first sight

did not hesitate to be a flirt

i’m sure he asked you out in a cheesy romantic way with flowers and a huge grin on his face

at the start of the relationship he’s just really giggly and soft

holds doors open for you

he likes to take candid pics of you because you’re just so cute

he just wants to remember the small moments spent with you

he definitely shows you off

loves seeing you wear something sexy and acting confident when you two go out

such a laid back boyfriend

he knows you’re his so he doesn’t really get jealous besides you both know no one can fuck you better than yuta

anyways you definitely love bragging about him to your friends

they all agree he’s so good to you and makes you so happy

yuta is lowkey a romantic

loves doing traditional things like holding your hand and paying for you

he’s also like your personal chauffeur

loves to go on long destination-less drives with you

especially at sundown and nighttime

you know his hand is gripping your thigh as you sit in his passenger seat

this man glances over at you 24/7 just to soak in and memorize your beauty

like i said he’s really laid back

you two will have dates where you just sit on the couch listening to a new album or watching a scary movie so he can hold you when you’re scared even though he also is scared

he gets so excited when you ask him personal questions or show interest in him

he just adores your attention and loves spending time with you

has all sorts of nicknames for you like baby, angel, sweetheart, dolly.. the list goes on

he’s so fragile with you and your feelings

wipes your tears away and coddles you

he always has your back and is never afraid to stand up for you

he’s your personal hype man so he’s always cheering you on and always takes your side

loves to smother you with his hugs

you act like you’re annoyed or you can’t breathe but in reality being this close to him gives you an excuse to really take in his warmth and his amazing scent

idk why but i just know this man smells so fucking good ok

that’s why you never sleep on your own side of the bed

you just have to be as close to yuta as possible

he doesn’t mind though, he always welcomes you with open arms

he’s so cute when he’s all sleepy

random thought but i think yuta definitely wears a necklace with your name or initial on it

needs the whole world to know you’re his

and he’s just so confident too

especially since you two started dating

you definitely gave him an ego boost

i could go on and on but i feel like this is getting too long…

overall yuta is the sweetest most perfect boyfriend who you just get along with so well

all he does is uplift you and push you to do your best and be proud of who you are

yeah he’s perfect

the not-so-soft side (nsfw/18+):

a fucking sex god

the definition of brat tamer

no you’re never gonna dom this man

maybe he’ll let you, but it won’t last long

he’s super freaky and super down to try anything you want to

first and foremost he prioritizes your safety and comfort

don’t forget your safe word

ok yuta has a lot of kinks

did i mention he’s a brat tamer?

don’t you dare piss him off

piss him off anyway though because then you’ll have the best sex of your life lol

he’s sadistic and loves angry sex

i said he’s not jealous, but when he’s fucking you he is sooooo possessive

“scream my name again, yeah? remind everyone who fucking owns you”

“you think he could ever fuck you as good as me? huh? do you? what a good fucking joke, y/n. let’s see who will be laughing when i fuck you so hard you can’t even make a noise other than the sound of my name leaving your dry, fucked-out throat”

yeahhhhhhh

he probably fingers you with his cold silver rings still on

he likes when you tug on his hair, but he likes it more when he’s pinning your wrists down

likes it when you really can’t move :(

so that’s why he’s super into bondage

has cute pink rope he ties around your skin so tight it bruises

gags you with your own panties

after he has a taste of course

yuta gets what he wants first

loves to fuck you with his tongue

you ride his face while your hands are tied either behind your back or handcuffed to the bed

ok that’s enough

he wants to fuck your throat

“god stop fucking crying over this. how’s it gonna be once i finally fuck your sopping wet hole? what are you gonna do then? such a fucking cry baby. you can barely take what i’m giving you now, so why should i give you more?”

smacks your ass until it’s red

grips the back of your neck and forces your face into the mattress so he hears your muffled screams

just imagine him fucking into you at a really hard and fast pace as the cold necklace with your name on it hits his chest back and forth

if only you could see it though ;)

he grunts really loudly

he has such a filthy mouth

he just gets angry when his baby is bratty

someone has to put you in your place

warns you to never make him angry again after he cums all over you

you give him a look with your wet puppy eyes that promise that you’ll be good

but you both know you’re gonna act up again

yuta is the king of aftercare

cleans you up with warm towels and runs you a bubble bath

washes your hair and body for you as your body goes limp in the tub

kisses your cheeks

maybe gives you a massage too

dresses you in your pjs

combs your hair and sings you to sleep softly as you two face each other

yuta is perfect

crying

thanks for reading! as always, asks are open! don’t hesitate to send me any thoughts you have :)

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Why does love?

Gender neutral

- order 77 | headcanons | First Years (Housewardens too ig)

Ace Trappola

Out of all people— you have a crush on Riddle?! He silently judges you for this. At first he thought you were just playing around trying to get a reaction out of him.

He was in denial for a bit before noticing how every time you “came to hang out” with him and Deuce, you gravitated towards Riddle. You always hugged him when you saw him and after a while complete ditched your best friends for their housewarden!

Now Ace will never stop mentioning your crush on Riddle. You’ll casually be reading Romeo and Juliet for class and he’s like “You and Riddle?” Just to make fun of you.

He is definitely not supportive. You saw how he was at the beginning of the school year— just a little bratty tyrant. And yes he did indeed change, but even now how could you be attracted to him.

“Riddle is really sweet though. Say, will you help set me up with—“

“Hell no.”

Honestly he would understand if it was Trey or even Cater but Riddle is bottom of the barrel in his eyes.

What’s even more frustrating is that Riddle definitely likes you back. He is way more tolerant of you misdeeds than anyone else. Riddle is always asking about you to him and Deuce. Like, where you are and if you’re struggling on any subject. Such a caring boyfriend…

Deuce Spade

Ehehe, what? It was unthinkable for you to have a crush on Riddle Rosehearts. He wasn’t sure if you were joking until you had to prove you were serious.

“Riddle, do you wanna go on a date?”

“D-date? I’ll see if I have time…” He bashfully said.

“AHHHHH THEY WERE SERIOUS?!”

Deuce is supportive unlike Acey-Wacey. He supportive by default but he really wants you to think hard when you say you have a crush on Riddle. The heart wants what it wants, he understands that. He promises to be at your wedding when the time comes.

Make him the flower boy!!

Jack Howl

Oh wow. That’s all he really could say. You two were just walking to the library together to return some books having a small conversation until you said “Leona is so hot I want him so bad.” Like wow maybe a warning next time. He really doesn’t know what to say. He just gives you a look.

He knows Leona isn’t a bad guy and he is very much not against it but what does it have to do with him?

Apparently you like guys who act cold because you really don’t care that Leona seems not to have any interest. You followed him around and he kinda just allows you to.

“No way, he totally likes me back. He literally sent Ruggie away to spend alone time with me.”

“Wait, really?”

It’s kinda hard to imagine that you actually made some progress with him. He usually tells you if Leona is in a bad mood or where he is. And you run across the school just to say hi to him. Maybe true love does exist.

Epel Felmier

Damn he knew something was up! He didn’t understand why you always wanted to go to Pomefiore, you always used the excuse that you wanted to hang out with him but you didn’t really hang out with him. You hung around Vil.

You denied having a crush on Vil but he noticed you were being love-dovey about things and smiling to yourself. You were making it too obvious but Vil was making it worse.

Always doting on you and walk you to class in the morning or some times you walk him to class even if you get marked tardy. He always has to fix your tie and fix your hair. Epel thinks you do it on purpose so Vil will care for you.

At some point you stopped lying to him when he started asking too many questions about your relations with Vil.

“Okay I’ll be honest. I don’t like Vil.”

“Be fer real—“

“I love Vil!♡︎”

He’s never falling for your lies of “Can I hang out at your dorm?” ever again. He will physically kick you out of Pomefiore the next time he sees you.

He really doesn’t blame you that much. Vil is well known, rich, and pretty so it makes sense but he won’t forgive you.

Ortho Shroud

The only one that genuinely supports. He’s actually really glad it’s you since you’re his friend so he knows you’re not a bad person. There’s plenty of people who just want the money from the Shroud name but he knows that doesn’t matter to you.

He’s also just afraid that Idia would end up alone. As said before, a majority of people would try to get with him for the money. Trust me he will be your wingman throughout all of this. He’s always talking about how great his big brother is to you.

“Idia is just amazing! He coded a game all by himself.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Also Idia mentioned you today.”

“Oh my goodness, what did he say?”

He’s always setting you two up to see each other and make it seem like a coincidence that you too have been bumping into each other so much.

What’s perfect is that Idia likes you back too! Ortho straight up asked him, do you like MC one time and Idia short circuited.

“L-L-L-L-Like?! Nonononononono Ortho what are you thinking?! Some weirdo like me could never even think about a relationship with someone so cute and kind!”

“Ooo you’re blushing! Your hair is turning pink.”

Blushing, hiding his face, laughing, everything else. Idia tries not to talk about you but he’s always asking Ortho what you were doing today and such.

He has the wedding all planned out. He’s determined to set you two up. He wants one of you to confess first. Even though he knows for sure that it’s a mutual feeling, he wants you two to figure that out on your own.

Sebek Zigvolt

When you started spouting nonsense about a crush and how lovely he was, he just brushed it off. He wasn’t interested in your romantic life one bit.

He never would’ve guessed it was his young master that you were trying to romance. And unfortunately it was working.

He didn’t understand why Malleus came back smiling to himself or muttering something under his breath. He also started playing around a little more. All very positive changes.

At the same time you were blushy and talked about being exciting for night to come so you can meet him. Whoever that him is, hope he’s ready to deal with your silliness.

When you gave Malleus an invitation to VDC, Malleus was positively glowing. He was blushing and rolling around on his bed holding the invite like a lovesick school girl. Malleus was definitely in love.

Ace, Epel, and Deuce mention it later.

“I thought it was just some random dude. I can’t believe you were flirting with Malleus Draconia…”

He wanted to laugh, what an odd joke. “Are you talking about some sort of a dream?”

The three stare at each other than at you.

“That dude MC was droolin’ over was Malleus Draconia.”

Sebek immediately is engulfed with shock. He’s in denial for a bit until he looks at you and shakes you back and forth.

“You… monster! You charmed the Young Master!! You are a lowly human, you are in no way worthy of a Royal fae like Malleus! Do you hear me?!”

He’s super mad and his week is officially ruined. It tells Lilia and Silver about it and Lilia just giggles while Silver congratulates him on finding love.

Lilia thinks is cute how you fell first but Malleus fell way harder.

Now they know where Malleus runs off to at night. He feels stupid since it was kinda obvious if he just looked into it more. He just hopes that you will treat his young master right and he’s happy (begrudgingly).

[writemekpop]

Bad Baby | Mark Lee

Summary: Mark starts acting tough to get your attention... so when you dare him to hook up with you, he doesn't back down.

Genre: Best friend Mark, college AU, friends to lovers AU, feat. hottie Jaemin

Word count: 0.7k

You heard your best friend Mark’s drawl and ran to open the front door. Balloons saying ‘24th Birthday’ filled your hallway.

“Jaemin’s arriving in fifteen minutes, I need you to make me look good-“ you said.

As soon as you saw him, the words stopped dead on your tongue.

Your sweet, pure, best friend Mark was transformed. There was no pale pink hoodie, no cowlick of hair, and definitely no grin.

Instead, you saw a tall boy in front of you, leaning on the doorframe, his dark eyes checking you out with cool interest. A black tracksuit hugged his lean body. It was Mark – a different Mark.

“Hey shawty,” he said, nodding.

You blushed at his unflinching stare. “Mark? Why are you so-“

“So what?” he asked, kicking off his shoes.

“So… not-Mark?” you said.

He shrugged. “Don’t know whatchu mean.”

Swaggering into your kitchen, he opened a can of beer and gulped it down thirstily. The Mark you knew wouldn’t even drink champagne at New Year’s.

Frustrated, you grabbed his spiky hair and fluffed it around. “I don’t- like it-“

Mark caught your hand in his, gazing at you. “You got an opinion on my hair, huh?”

Your eyes widened. You had to admit, it was the kind of thing you would only say about your boyfriend. “No…” you said, stepping away. “I don’t care what you look like- buddy-“

Mark frowned a little, like your cold reaction had hurt him. That was when you realised what was going on. You’d been pining after Jaemin, the hardest boy in the year, for ages. You’d always suspected your best friend Mark had a little crush on you, but frustratingly, he wouldn’t admit it.

Mark was acting like Jaemin to win you over!

In that moment, you knew what you had to do. If he wanted to be hard, so would you.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” you said.

Mark chewed his lip. “Maybe.”

You toyed with the string of his hoodie. “Coz I was thinking… you and me should get it on.” You smirked. “I’m hot, you’re hot – why the hell shouldn’t we?”

Mark’s face reddened. “I mean- I’m game if you are.”

You leaned in to Mark’s ear. “Meet me upstairs.”

Five minutes later, you and Mark were sitting on your bed. Laughing lightly, you moved so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Mark gulped.

You gazed deep into his brown eyes. “Won’t you kiss me?”

“Of- course-“ Mark stuttered, but sweat was trickling down the side of his face. Your heart was racing. How far was this game going to go? You had expected Mark to give in a long time ago…

Mark leaned in. A few inches more, and his lips would touch yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Lightening was flashing up and down your body.

Mark’s lips just brushed yours- then he sprang away, gripping his head in his hands. “Alright!” he said. “I’m not a roadman! I’m not- tough! You win!”

He was fiddling nervously with the cuff of his hoodie. “I’m a dumb romantic, okay? I want the first time I kiss you… to be special. I want there to be candles, and roses, and I want us to say I love you.” He blushed. “I don’t want to… do stuff… yet.”

You crawled over to Mark and pulled him into a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of both of you. “I don’t want you to be tough, Marky. I love you just the way you are – cute and nerdy and scared of fifteen rated films,” you said, laughing.

Mark looked at you, serious now. “You… love me?”

“Of course, you idiot,” you say. “It’s always been you.”

Mark hugged you this time, nuzzling into your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “When you talk about how great Jaemin is, it makes me wanna punch something,” he says.

“Jaemin who?” you said, and Mark laughed.

Mark rested his hands on your shoulders, pink lips pushed into a smirk. “Seriously though. Jaemin can’t give you half of what I can give you.”

You smile, leaning in. “Why don’t you show me, Marky?”

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[yangtaros]

nct dream 00 line + mark reaction to you kissing them to shut them up

mark

so mark was in the kitchen making breakfast, or trying to

things were going okay until he smelt something

“oh no!” he totally forgot about the pancake on the stove

one side was totally burned and he ran out of pancake mix so he decided to cut the burnt pieces off

he’s trying to be a thoughtful boyfriend and make you breakfast in bed but realized he took on more than he can handle

“mark what’s that smell” you came into the kitchen looking at the messy counters and the burnt pancake

“mark what are you doing”

“well i was trying to make you breakfast. you usually do it but i thought i could try it out this time and i still have to cook the eggs-”

you cut him off with a sweet kiss on his lips and took the spatula from his hand

“i got it from here. thank you though”

renjun

renjun was your partner for your school project as well as your fairly new crush

this was neither of you guys strong suit so you definitely had some issues with coming up with a good project for your grade

renjun was getting a bit anxious over this knowing that he really wanted to do well on the project

“do you want something to drink?”

“um sure thanks can i have water?”

“at your service” you get up

things were a bit awkward as you’ve never had a boy that wasn’t a family member or family friend in your house before

you came back with two bottles of water and sat down next to him, you looked in his eyes, you could tell he was stressed.

“we’ll figure out something soon don’t worry”

“don’t worry? y/n this is 20% of our grade if we don’t have a solid idea by today we’re gonna be behind and i have to do well because-”

you pecked the corner of his mouth and shocked your own self when you realized what you did

“sorry”

renjun didn’t say anything else but instead hopped to his feet

“that just gave me an idea”

him being kissed by you somehow created the entire gist of your project

jeno

everyone in class knew jeno had a crush on you

including you

everything was painfully obvious

there was a rumor going around that he was going to ask you out today

once class ended jeno walked up to you

“y/n can we meet during lunch”

you nodded and walked to your next class

once lunchtime came you waited for jeno

“hi y/n” he jogged up to you, or so he thinks, it was more like running

“hi jeno”

you were smiling so much waiting for his question, little did you know it would take a while to get to the question

jeno went from a conversation about dogs to gummy bears to homework just babbling for a long time

“it was so hard but i think i did well what about you? you know you’re very smart i find that really cool how great you are at school you know i really find you cool in general um”

he was almost there but he panicked

“so what did you think about the lesson in math i was kind of confused but i think i got it after-”

you leaned in to meet his lips

he was shocked at first but then started to kiss you back

“you’re good at stalling”

you pulled back

“sorry i was nervous”

haechan

“yyyyyyy/nnnnnnn”

“what”

“can we please get something to eat i’m hungryyyyyyy”

“i need to finish my paper go yourself”

“nooooooo”

haechan was a very whiny boyfriend, but today it was extreme.

“pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee”

“haechan please leave me alone”

haechan gently grabbed your face and put it towards him

“y/n, i’m hungry!”

he let out a whine but was quickly silenced when you kissed him

“you” *peck* “are” *peck* “not” *peck * “five” *peck* “go fix something yourself

haechan rolled his eyes but then started to whine over something new, your kisses

jaemin

jaemin was your dance partner

you’ve known each other since you met at dance class in middle school

you guys are now in highschool and are hip hop dancers

“so do we turn then pop on 3 or do we turn pause and then pop on 4?”

“turn pause pop 4”

“okay”

you do the move infront of him to make sure your correct and he nods before moving on

the next part of the dance you two are facing each other, which is the stance you both are in now

“i really think we’re gonna win this competition jaemin, this is a great piece”

jaemin smiles

“plus you choreographed it and everyone knows you’re amazing at that”

“amazing? i’m not sure about amazing, getting there maybe but amazing? there’s much better people that”

you peck his lips, “stop doubting yourself”

jaemin froze and didn’t know what to do. he giggled lightly

“can you do that again?”

requests open

[ghostlychief]

Ivy

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k+

warnings: mentions of being cheated on; angst; minimal drinking; hurt/comfort; also sorry for any typos/grammar mistakes!!

Summary: Sometimes, old wounds don’t heal properly, even when you think they do. Past insecurities come to light when you see a woman try her best to flirt with you boyfriend, Simon. You can’t help it when insecurities of the past seep into your mind, clouding your judgement.

A/N: OK so this was a request from @cheezitwh0re but i accidentally deleted my original post answering your request (I’M SO UPSET😭😭😭). Anyways, the request asked for a fic about Simon finding out that you were cheated on in a past relationship after you become uncomfortable with him speaking to a woman.

Also, in your request, it sounded like this was something you’ve been through before, I’m so sorry that happened to you, and hope you’re doing alright <3

I hope you enjoy and hope that I did your request justice!

- Lee <3

--

You really pride yourself in taking the steps to heal from your last relationship; you do. You went to a therapist to talk about the problems that were present in that relationship, and talked through all the trust issues you still held within you. It took a long couple of years to thoroughly work through all your shit, but you did it, and you came out the other side a new person, with a new perspective on relationships. In other words, you were ready to get back out there; date. A scary word for someone who lost their faith in a past lover.

So, by the time you and Simon started dating, you thought you had all your shit figured out, and that nothing from your past relationship would seep into this one, marking it with at stain. Little did you know that your past trauma was still present, although much more diminished than before; a seedling of some sorts just waiting for the right atmosphere to take root and grow.

--

You and Simon have been dating for a little over nine months now. While you weren’t on taskforce 141, you did work at the same base where the unit trained and stayed, when not assigned to a mission. You were a technical analyst, and you crossed paths with Simon every once in a while. Although you guys never really spoke to one another, you would always capture his eyes with yours, mystified by the man behind the mask.

There was also a part of you that was just physically attracted to him. No one can blame you either, he’s 6’4, massive, and is built like a Greek god. So really, all you needed to do was get to know him a bit better, to see if your personalities worked well together.

You knew a little bit about him before you ever actually talked to the man; only because you were assigned on some missions with 141, only you did not go out into the field, and instead, worked at the base, behind your computer.

You knew he was a lieutenant, had a deep voice, and kept to himself. That was about it. It’s not like the man shared much about himself during meetings, debriefs, or team bonding time. It’s not actually team building time- something you came to learn after your first “session.” No, it was really a time for the team to get a bunch of alcohol and drink together. It was during these “team bonding sessions” that you figured this was your best bet at breaking down Simon’s walls.

Listen, you have respect for boundaries, so of course you weren’t going to try and bother him too much. You were just curious, that’s all. Plus, you had formed quite the crush, and you couldn’t help the feeling of your heart pounding in your chest whenever you saw him, or even when someone mentioned his name.

You’re also not the only woman on the base whose attention has been directed at Ghost, and definitely not the only one with a crush. Does that bother you? Just a little, but you really had no claim over him anyways, so how mad can you really be?

You did have an advantage though, seeing that you consistently got assigned to task 141, and therefore, were invited to their drinking shenanigans.

So, when the next team bonding session rolled around, you had a plan and were ready to set it in motion.

Basically, your plan was to get a little tipsy to work up the courage to go over and talk to Ghost, like officially. You don’t even know if he knows your name, or who you are.

The night was off to a good start- Soap invited you to take a couple of shots with him and Gaz, something you immediately accepted. You cheered to another end of a successful week and downed your shots. You talked with them for a bit, catching up on nominal things, but you enjoyed the chatter.

Though, the whole time, you were distracted; the silhouette of a certain 6’4 man in your periphery.

You were itching to go over to him at this point, but you didn’t want to be rude.

Soap must have picked up on your fidgety nature, because before you knew what was happening, he was calling Ghost over, asking him to take a shot with the three of you.

Well damn.

You couldn’t escape this, not without seeming weird or like you were avoiding him or something.

You hear Ghost walk over; he’s standing next to you now and you can smell his cologne. He smells like fresh rainfall and cedar-wood.

“What are we toasting to, Johnny?” You each have your shot in your hand now.

Soap thinks for a second, “Let’s toast to our new technical analyst, Y/n. Always a pleasure working with you, lass.” He gives you a wink then everyone cheers, “To y/n!”

After you all take your shot, Soap and Gaz run off to who knows where, leaving you and Ghost alone. This might have been the first time you guys were alone with each other, and the silence was deafening.

But before you could say anything, Ghost beat you to it, “I don’t think we ever formally met. I’m Ghost, and I’m assuming you’re Y/n.” He sticks out his hand towards you, and in that moment, you liked to think that he was also smiling at you under his balaclava.

You smile up at him, grasping his hand with yours. “You assumed correctly. Nice to meet you too.”

He nods his head, then releases your hand. You liked the way his hand fit with yours.

Much to your surprise, you two spent the whole night talking and drinking, and by the end of the night you found yourself a new friend.

After that night, it was more common to find you and Ghost chatting, sometimes before meetings, or after debriefs. Over the next few months, you grew closer to the Lieutenant, and eventually you started dating. Something that you never thought would actually happen. But you were happy, excited to be in a new relationship, especially with Simon.

Although he was quiet and seemed to have a thousand walls surrounding him, you came to learn that he was actually really sweet and gentle. Nothing you would have ever suspected. Sure, you guys had your little spats here and there. You guys were still working on your communication. You, trying to give Simon space when he needed it, and Simon, not to immediately shut down when there was a problem.

Things were going well, and before you knew it, nine months flew by.

--

Did you get some glares throughout the base when it was known that you and Simon were a thing? Possibly. You tried not to let them get to you. He was with you, he loved you. Nothing else mattered, or should matter.

Before you could realize what was happening, old habits from your past relationship started to seep through your behaviors, thoughts, and perceptions of you and Simon’s relationship. The trauma of the past had taken root, quietly and without you knowing, and its vines started to grow within you, threatening to consume you completely.

It was too late when it all came to a head at one of the team’s nights out. The vines grew thick and threatened to choke you before you even know what was happening.

You all were gathered and occupying space in an abandoned warehouse on base that is no longer in use, drinks in hand. You were sitting next to Ghost, his hand on your thigh, every once in awhile his hand would give you a reassuring squeeze. It was his way of letting you know that he was still there, present, with you.

You emptied your drink, so you got up to pour yourself another. While at the table which held all the assortments of alcohol and chasers, you ran into Price. He started talking to you, so of course you stayed and you ended up talking to him for about 10 minutes.

When you turn around to make your way back over to Ghost, you notice that your seat has been taken, by a woman who you vaguely recognize. You really only recall her because she’s one of them who have a not-so-subtle affixation on Ghost. And her liking to your boyfriend did not waver nor disappear when you started dating him. No, if anything it was even more strong, and she tried everything she could to get his attention. She even occasionally makes digs at you in passing. Something you’ve come to ignore since all she’s looking for is a reaction and no way in hell were you going to give her one, no matter how deep her words cut.

Your blood boiled at the sight of them talking. She was turned towards him, with a big smile on her face and you could tell she was flirting, at least trying to. Ghost was still facing forward, not really paying much attention to her, and when his eyes caught you walking back over, his posture immediately straightened and his eyes lit up; almost as if in relief.

You were blinded by anger and hurt, so none of Ghost’s mannerisms clued you in to the fact that he wasn’t enjoying the conversation with the woman at all. No, it blew completely past you.

When you finally approach them, you’re standing in front of Ghost.

“Oh, good. Y/n, I was just talking to Camila here; she works in supply chain.” Ghost gestures towards apparently Camila.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Y/n.” You try to keep your voice level, but this proves challenging.

“Oh, I’ve seen you around.” You can’t help but hear the bite in her voice as she addresses you, and her sinister smile says it all.

At this point you’ve had enough. Who is she to be talking to you like this? “Well, I think I’m going to head off to bed, I have an early start tomorrow.”

You see Ghost turn his head towards you, confusion laced in his eyes.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday though?” Camila’s annoying voice once again permeates the air, taunting you.

You try not to roll your eyes, and quite frankly you’re on the verge of tears. The combination of the long week, mixed in with all the doubts that have been swarming your head about you, and your relationship becoming overwhelming.

You decide to just ignore her, and turn towards your boyfriend. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you voice, “I’m gonna head up, ok?” You give him a kiss on the forehead and you hope that he doesn’t catch the tears that’s been collecting in your waterline.

You turn around and head back to your room, trying to forget that Camila is still sitting with your boyfriend. You don’t turn back when you hear her chair scrap on the floor, indicating she moved closer to him.

--

You didn’t expect for Simon to get back until much later, so you’re surprised when only 15 minutes have passed since you’ve been back in your room, and you hear him knocking on the door.

“Hey, it’s me. Open up.”

You’ve been crying, so you hastily wipe your tears, but its to no avail, your eyes are red and puffy and you know he’s going to see right through you.

You trudge over to the door and open it.

Simon enters, and he walks past you, hands on his hips.

“Do you want to tell me what happened back there?”

“What do you mean?” You’re being stubborn, you know. But it’s taking everything in you to not start yelling and crying even though you know he did nothing wrong.

“C’mon, Y/n. Don’t be like this, I know you’re upset and have been crying. Talk to me.” He turns around and although worry coats his face, faint traces of annoyance start to show.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It seems like you were having a great conversation back there, sorry to interrupt.”

He lets out a sigh. “That’s what this is about? Camila?”

You burst, “Of course it is! Do you think I’m stupid? Half the women on the base have a crush on you or want to fuck you. I have to put up with glares everywhere I go, and, with women fawning over my boyfriend. Do you know how exhausting that is?

And how do I not know you’re entertaining them?”

Now he scoffs, “Wow, you think that little of me, huh? Why don’t you trust me? I have done nothing to lose your faith in me.”

You look up at him to find his lips turned down, eyes hooded, and you know you fucked up, letting your insecurities from the past blind you from what was right in front of you.

It’s your turn to sigh, and you make your way over to your bed, and sit down, head in your hands.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just- I was cheated on -multiple times- in my last relationship and I guess the wounds from that haven’t completely healed, even though I thought they did. I even saw a therapist and worked through everything, well, tried to, I guess.”

The bed dips, and  you feel Simon wrap a strong arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead, “Well shit, Y/n. I wish you would have told me that sooner. I’m sorry you went through that in your past relationship, but we can work through this together, alright? You don’t have to try and deal with this on your own.

“We’re a team after all.” His arm squeezes you, smushing you into him even further.

You sniffle, “We are?”

He brings his other hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your head so you can look at him properly. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“I love you, ok?” He gives you another reassuring squeeze.

You hum, “I love you too.”

His thumb rubs under your eyes, wiping away any stray tears, and in that moment, you feel the suffocating vines retract, leaving you the chance to breathe clearly for the first time in what felt like long time.

--

Hope you enjoyed!

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[sugar-omi]

Kinda a request but also not: I would like to see jealous/possesive!MC bc I've been somewhat lurking in the tags, and I haven't seen any of it besides one person scraping an idea of both Cove and the MC being yanderes for each other. Like I'm insane about Cove, ik I'm not alone 😭.

It would be super interesting to see how a jealous/possessive!MC responds to Baxter during the step 3 prologue when he hits on Cove. 🤭

i can ramble abt this forever n ill prbly end making a part 2 to this lol pls even a few of my first post have a lotta jealous/possessive reader w a light yandere theme since im not completely in the scene but the possessiveness makes my brain churn LOL <333

tags : Suggestive, step 3, slight yandere theme, jealous/possessive reader

synopsis : you might be a bit too possessive with cove. but if he loves it and it sets the record straight, what's the problem?

when baxter starts making subtle flirtatious comments to cove, it makes your head spin

of course you know your boyfriend is attractive!

you've seen the way tourists look at him, and when you were still in school, you heard and saw the way other students ogled and giggled to each other about how cute cove is.

unfortunately, you can't just put a collar on him with your name on it. although a small part of you thinks cove might like it.

so even after baxter gets the idea that you're both taken. (not that it needed to be said with the glare on your face and the way you straighten up, pulling cove into you)

you still go to some lengths to make sure he remembers that

instead of just holding his hand, you'll pull him into your lap of you can, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder/neck occasionally

and if you're in cove's car after a dinner date, and baxter just happens to walk out of his condo where he can see you stretched over the middle console, tangling your fingers in cove's hair and kissing within an inch of your lives...

well that's just a coincidence <3

and if you're coming back from a trip at the beach that was getting much too steamy with your hand dipping under the leg of cove's swim shorts, and run into baxter on the way back

you won't easily admit that it brings you too much happiness to see cove fidgeting, itching to get away so he can be alone with you, and how baxter's eyes widen a bit at the blooming marks on cove's skin

if you can put the grudge aside enough to hang out with baxter during the "sightseeing" moment, then of course the topic of dating and crushes comes up

baxter smiles when you say that cove has only ever been with you, and vice versa.

of course you note the melancholy look on his face, and you feel like he's being sarcastic. or at least half-hearted in his well wishes

maybe the look on your face is a bit too much on the sour side, but you don't worry about that. "cove and i will certainly spend the rest of our lives together. our souls are intertwined after all."

your smile is a bit sickly sweet, but you move on anyway

I wanna talk a bit abt cove though...

yk how in step 2, if you punch/scare/cuss at jeremy, cove admits that he likes it?

I think he knows and sees how jealous, how possessive you are and feeds into it sometimes

it makes his heart beat (and even turns him on) that you're claiming him in any way

he sees how you pull him into your lap, or how you hold onto his arm, or how you kiss him even more when in front of baxter

he knows that when you ran into baxter, you find too much pleasure in how he squirms. and when you finally get back to his room for a little privacy, you're almost feral with how you touch and kiss him

he sees the way you leer and smirk when baxter walks by you two, and cove flushes because even though he's embarrassed bc baxter definitely saw you making out, he's also a bit... excited by it

it doesn't make sense, and it embarrasses him more just thinking abt it, but it just makes him feel so warm and tingly when you act like this that it overrides his shame <33

[rootytootypie]

❤️💨🫘😳🤢🦸‍♂️for Spiderman please. Uhhhh not the Tom Holland one, the adult versions just to be clear hehe

💨: On a scale of gassiness, Peter is definitely a reticient seven. He doesn’t go around tooting his horn at all, but his Aunt May knows this (other) little secret. She thinks it’s the sweetest thing her nephew is so polite, but she always makes sure there’s Gas X, ginger ale, and mint around the house to settle his poor stomach. She also definitely makes sure Mary Jane is in on it once Peter moves out, so even at ESU, he’s well stocked with remedies for his tummy troubles. MJ is super subtle about it, making sure he doesn’t realize she knows until he’s ready to tell her (mostly because he’d be mortified if he know his aunt told his crush all about how he’s not actually an avid tuba player, and in fact has never even owned the instrument). Peter’s actually more shy with friends and family than strangers, mostly because he finds his loud gas so embarrassing, but also because he doesn’t want to worry anyone with his stomach problems.

🫘: Peter and beans have a dangerous, odiferous affair going. He knows he shouldn’t touch them in any form, but in one of the culinary capitals of the world, how can he resist refried beans, bean dip, bean chips, and all the forms it takes that have Peter swinging home tooting like a tugboat? They just smell so good going in? How can they stink so much coming out? Yes, they require a retreat to a fortress of solitude (his bedroom at May’s, the dorm room at peak party times so Harry’s out, or his apartment), but the taste makes it worth it. He pines, he perishes (mostly because he’s a little afraid Triple J will declare Spidey a gaseous menace).

😳: When you’re gassy like Peter, you definitely have a few embarrassing farts in your memory banks. But there only one that can be decreed the worst.

It was Peter’s first college party at ESU, in the extreme ostentatious Alpha Mu Pi mansion on campus. The place was cavernous, with no doors clearly marked and most of the freshman being as clueless to the layout as he was. This was very bad, because his nerves had driven him to packing in the chips and bean dip abandoned in the corner. And after about fifteen chips, Peter’s stomach was bubbling. He was sure it was brewing something nasty.

His lack of direction led him to a door another random guy thought might be the bathroom. Instead, as Peter flung the door open and saw two guys making out, he let out a *BBBBBBRRRRRRbbbbbblllllrllllrllrllllllBBBBB!* that rang out louder than the music pumping on the stereo. Everyone was looking at him, including the gay couple, one of whom happened to be Rodney Worth, the starting quarterback who just transferred from Crofton University.

Peter and his fart had just accidentally outed the quarterback to a packed frat party. For weeks, he hung his head in shame, especially as the news hit the school paper. He not only embarrassed himself, he’d ruined some poor guy’s life (I’m partly picturing the Spideyverses of the past films, so it’s technically always the 2000s/early 2010s in their universe; i.e. Rodney would NOT be in for a fun time). He finally sighed, gathered up his courage, and went to Rodney to apologize.

He found Rodney under a tree in the quad, openly reading James Joyce to his boyfriend. “Can I talk to you, Rodney,” Peter asked nervously. The broad shouldered football player nodded and stood up, following Pete a few steps away.

“I’m really sorry for outing you,” Peter said. “It was an accident, but I know that doesn’t make things better, so I’m just plain sorry that the news spread so much, and-”

“Sorry,” Rodney said, perplexed. “I’ve been wanting to thank you. I’m finally free to be who I am, and fuck anyone who thinks badly of it. Because of you, I’m not burdened by any secrets. I’m gay and proud.”

“Oh,” Peter said, surprised. “Well, that’s great. I’m glad there was a positive side for you.”

“Do me a favor, though,” Rodney asked with a grin. “Lay off the bean dip, okay?”

❤️: Peter was downright terrified to fart in front of MJ. He was afraid one toot would be the thing to make her snap out of dating him and remember him as a geeky neighbor boy instead of a boyfriend. He held it pretty steadfastly…until one night when they end up on the coach together watching a movie - and the popcorn mixed in his belly with the bean chips he ate as a quick snack. Peter shifted, ready to head for the bathroom - just as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him, and her eyes made him want to melt. “I’m so glad we get a night to ourselves,” she said. “No urgent crimes to interrupt, no crazy missions, or jacked up supervillains. Just you and me.”

“Same,” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking from nerves.

“Are you alright,” MJ asked. “You look kinda feverish. Can you still get sick?”

“I’m fine,” Peter protested. “Just…happy. Content. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Yeah…okay,” MJ said. “If you’re sure.”

“Sure as shootin’,” Peter heard himself say, and blushed. Where the hell did come from? At least his embarrassing little problems is under wraps-

*PrrrrrooooooBLLLPBLLPBLLP!*

“Oh, God, MJ, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I-”

“Finally showed me your tuba playing,” MJ snarked, giggling.

Peter pouted. “Just for that, I’m gonna point out you toot in your sleep,” he groused.

“Aw, Pete,” she said. “Is it really bad? There’s some ginger ale in the fridge I can get you.”

“…Okay,” Peter agreed. “But if I have to fart more, will you still cuddle me?”

“Duh,” MJ said. “Just stand up if you have to shoot webs out of your butt, because I just bought this couch from Pottery Barn.”

“…I love you,” he said, giving her puppy dog eyes. “And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sor- Oh, my God, that’s vile! Talk about silent but violent. Apology accepted! …Now come back here, I’m cold.”

🤢: Peter is very easily grossed out by certain people’s farts. Certain people being Flash Thompson on a power trip farting in his general direction. Other than that example of fart torture (not really my scene), Peter is sorta ambivalent to farts. Well, the one exception is when he sneaks up on criminals and one of them farts in surprise. That cracks him up. He’s definitely as much of a worrier as his friends are about him, and happily give out tummy rubs and forehead kisses to any of his girlfriends who are gassy for whatever reason, but especially period cramps.

🦸‍♂️: He doesn’t fart web. That said, his sudden bean intolerance only came after he was bitten by the spider. Before that, he didn’t struggle with any food. There have been times the resulting farts propelled him forward by a few extra centimeters as he swings through the city, so the gas has also definitely gotten more powerful since he became super. It’s as if the bite gave him extra protein farts as a consequence of his newly developed bod.

[kittyphoenix12-xx]

Consider this Harringrove AU where:

-Max comes to school with a bruise. This isn’t unusual, she has bruises on her knees and elbows from where she’s fallen off her skateboard, but Will knows the bruise on her face. He’s seen a similar mark on Jonathan.

-He tells the rest of the Party. He’s worried, and he knows what it’s like in these situations. If she won; t say anything, they’d have to go to her. They ask her and she tells them she fell off her skateboard.

- “She’s lying,” Lucas says.

-“Obviously,” Dustin agrees. “It was definitely Billy.”

-Mike agrees but Will is uncertain. He’s seen Billy yell at Max, grab her arm verging on bruising but he doesn’t think he’d hurt her… (what does he know? He stays quiet)

-“Let’s tell Steve,” Dustin says, “He’ll definitely beat the shit out of the guy for her.”

-Steve is definitely willing to beat the shit outta Billy, but also go to Hopper. But then Dustin had an idea…

-“We can’t prove it was him. Max refuses to elaborate. How about Steve, I don’t know, gets close to him, enough so that his true colours emerge…”

-“You want me to get into a relationship with Billy just so he can hurt me?”

-“Yeah. Hop will arrest him and maybe it’ll encourage Max to testify.”

-Steve, well Steve doesn’t really like this plan, but talking to Max isn’t working and Hopper won’t arrest Billy without proof. So, he tries to get close.

-Billy is not receptive at first, he side-eyes Steve whenever he gets close, pushes past him in corridors and starts to keep his distance when he realises Steve is trying to get close.

-Steve finally corners him. “Come with me.” “No.” “Come on, I not going to hurt you.”

-Billy caves and Steve reluctantly takes him to the diner and buys him lunch. (although he’s surprised that Billy tries to pay him back)

-Billy seems to have got something from that day. He doesn’t run when Steve turns the corner, and he sometimes leans into Steve when he presses close.

-Max’s bruise has healed but she still gets into the car with Billy, and she seems disgusted when they try to convince her that Billy is dangerous.

-Billy and Steve are getting closer, and Steve makes his move. Billy is shocked that Steve kissed him but seems very happy about it (he admits that he’d had a crush on Steve since the beginning of school)

-Now that they’re dating, Steve and The Party wait for the other ball to drop, for Billy to show his true colours… but he never does.

-          Billy is a good boyfriend, even when Steve is not. He’s attentive and backs of when Steve says no and doesn’t let his anger get the best of him when Steve argues. There are times though… there are times when the arguments are scary to Billy, where Steve steps a bit too close, voice a bit too high.

-Steve is waiting for Billy to hit him; Billy is waiting for Steve to hit him.

-It comes to head when Billy can’t take it anymore. Steve has him pinned to the wall, yelling in his face about Max (what about Max? Billy doesn’t know, can’t hear him over the loud, loud, loud voice of his dad).

-Billy starts to cry.

-“Why are you crying?” “You’re shouting at me, and I don’t know why.” “Seriously? That’s why? All that muscle and you cry instead.” “I don’t want to be like my dad.”

-Steve is so shocked that he doesn’t have time to react before Billy is telling him everything and all he can think is “Oh God, we were so wrong.”

-Steve becomes nicer. He becomes a good boyfriend, and everything calms down until Dustin corners him and asks a bit too loudly whether or not Billy had hit him yet and “We should just go to the police now. I’m pretty sure you could lie, and Hopper would believe you.”

-Billy overhears and feels his heart break. He flees before Steve and Dustin realise, he overheard.

-He doesn’t come home and Max freaks out

and i don’t know what happens next 

[yanyanderes]

on season 4 of tmnt 2012 and am being reminded of raph being one of my first childhood crushes so here you go. this is no masterpiece, not proofread, and i’m sleepy but it’s ok because yandere turtles.

this is embarrassing.

(y/n) had been learning ninjitsu with the help of the turtle brothers and splinter for several months now. although their turtle boyfriend insisted that he had enough skill to keep them safe, they insisted that they wanted some sort of protection for when he couldn’t be there.

in fact, if anything, their training brought them closer together. it was no secret that raph enjoyed the thrill of a good spar, and although (y/n) was fine with cheering him on from the sidelines, it was fun to experience the thrill head on. besides, now that they themselves were training, it made it easier for (y/n) to understand and appreciate the dedication raph put into making himself stronger.

they were getting strong. of course, raph was much stronger, he had been training for years, and would occasionally sneak in some playful banter such as “is that all you’ve got?” or “awe, come on, don’t go easy on me!” while (y/n) themselves were running out of breath. but still, they were definitely getting stronger.

so it was humiliating that they found themselves in this situation, snuck up on in the middle of the night, arms and legs bound by some purple dragon grunt and held ransom.

“yeah, yeah, keep struggling. you’re not getting out of here ‘till those freaks give us what we want!”

the tight rope digs into (y/n)’s skin, leaving nasty red marks in their wrists. had there not been tape over their mouth, the words spilling out of their mouth would be a mixture of swears, curses, and “when my boyfriend gets here, there won’t be any of you left to clean up.”

speaking of boyfriend, the sound of yelling, metal clashing, and unconscious bodies falling rings throughout the building. yells of rage and screams of terror blend together as footsteps fast approach, and the fear on the purple dragon’s face becomes more noticeable. by the time raph bursts through the door, the purple dragon has a knife against (y/n)’s neck.

“not another step! if you want them back in one piece, you better-“

his threats were cut off by his own screams. blood runs down his hand, a ninja star having lodged into him. the gruesome sight makes him drop his knife and step back to clutch his bleeding hand, giving raph the opportunity to rush up and give him a firm kick to the head, knocking him back several feet.

“raph! thank god, you’re here!”

(y/n) looks up at raph in relief, but their smile falls from their face rather quickly when the turtle remains uncharacteristically quiet.

“raph?”

if the turtle can hear them, he doesn’t make it known. instead, he runs forward and collides his fist with the purple dragon’s face. again, and again, and again.

“raph! it’s alright, i’m safe now! please, just untie me so we can leave!”

again, their words fall on deaf ears, and they finally take action when they hear the cracking of bones. they manage to wriggle their way over to the purple dragon’s dropped knife and cut themselves free, though it was definitely a struggle. they drop the blade and stand up, sprinting over to the turtle in red.

“raph! it’s ok, i’m okay!”

raph snaps his head over to look at them, and the expression on his face makes (y/n) flinch. he was mad, and not just usual hot-head raph mad, this was unbridled rage. pure white eyes, teeth bared like a wild animal, one fist balled around the collar of the whimpering purple dragon-

gulping, (y/n) places a hand on raph’s shoulder, feeling how tense his muscles were. of course they were expecting him to be angry, but this was a whole new level.

“please, let’s just leave.”

raph has to take a few deep breathes, but eventually, he grunts and tosses the criminal to the ground. he gets in the purple dragon’s face, making the man back away in fear.

“if you ever do much as look at them again, i’ll smack the back of your head is hard, your eyes’ll pop out!”

the man seems to understand the threat as he nods and curls up into a ball. satisfied with his reaction, raph let’s put one last huff before grabbing (y/n) and wrapping an arm around them.

“don’t worry, i’ve got ya.”

it feels so strange to see him so gentle with them right after nearly beating a man half to death. the situation feels more troubling when they walk out and see the other grunts raph had taken out to reach them. they had knocked people out before, but the scenery now was so much more brutal. (y/n) looks down, no longer wanting to see the carnage around them.

raph didn’t let them leave the lair for a long time after that.

[starsstuddedsky]

Can I Make It Any More Obvious?

reader x vernon

summary: telling everyone you already have a date to prom is a brilliant idea, until the one person you actually want to go with overhears

genre: fluff

warnings: secondhand embarassment i tiny bit i think? maybe none?

wc: 1.6k

a/n: AND WITH THIS I HAVE COMPLETED 13/13!!!! very much a short cute thing that i pounded out in like an hour but it turned out fun and i like it so enjoy <33

It isn’t until you make eye contact with Vernon that you realize the mistake you’ve made. He looks genuinely shocked, eyes wide, mouth hanging open just a tiny bit. He quickly snaps his mouth shut and turns away as soon as you catch him looking, walking down the hall as if he didn’t see a thing. But you know he did. 

You’re half tempted to chase him down, tell him what you meant, but you’re immediately swarmed by Mingyu and Jeonghan, who demand to know who you are going to prom with. 

It was a fast lie, not one that you really thought through. But, in your defense, you weren’t expecting Mark of all people to ask you. He was a friend, sure, but two years younger, and madly in love with one of your teammates. Even if it wasn’t Mark, and it was someone like Mingyu, who was constantly mistaken for your boyfriend, you still would have said no. There is someone else that you have been daydreaming about slow dancing to terrible music with. 

For a moment, you even thought you were smart. If everyone thought you had a date, no one would ask. Somehow you forgot Vernon was included in that everyone. 

“It’s a surprise,” you say quickly. “Someone you won’t expect.” Which is true, because even though Mingyu knows about your lifelong crush on Vernon (which is top secret information), he also knows that there is no way you’ll ever do anything about it. So, he won’t expect Vernon (though you’ve crushed any chance of that by telling the entire school that you already have a date), and he definitely won’t expect you to show up alone. 

God, this is a nightmare. 

Vernon is waiting for you like always. It took you embarrassingly long to realize that he doesn’t sit on his front porch every night just for fun. In your defense, he used to come up with excuses, like taking out the trash, petting his cat (which somehow always disappeared before you got there), or just enjoying the sunset. It got harder for him to explain during the winter, when it was dark by the time you got out of practice and he would jump outside just to say hi to you before you dragged yourself inside to do homework. 

Just his presence is enough to put a smile on your face, which should have been your first warning that things were going wrong. But like a fool you’d stop before going inside and chat with him a little, usually updating him on the constant drama on your team. Sometimes the conversations were just a few minutes, but more than a couple times you found yourself sitting beside him for an hour or more. Still, he always seemed to know when you were more tired than usual, pushing you to your own door before you even realized you were about to pass out.

You get out of your car and head straight to him, dropping your backpack at your feet and sitting beside him on the porch swing. He looks different today, leg jittering as bounces it, tapping his fingers rapidly that remind you that he plays keyboard in his three person band. 

Vernon isn’t the type to get nervous, which is why it takes you so long to realize that’s why he’s acting the way he is. It’s something you’ve learned over the many years of knowing him, like his pollen allergy (that he hides surprisingly well), and his preference for jean jackets over leather. It’s not every day that you see him struggling to put two words together, eyes dancing around, never staying in one place for too long. They flit to meet yours, then down to your outfit, then abruptly to the side, behind you, to the door, anywhere but at you. 

Nervous Vernon is rare, but what makes it even harder to process is the fact that he’s nervous because of you. You, who have known him your whole life (or when he moved in next door when you were three but that’s basically the same thing). 

You never thought Vernon would even look at you. He has always been aloof, running away to the music room with Seungkwan and Seokmin to play whatever top secret songs they’d composed. You snuck by once, just to see what they were doing, and ended up spending your entire lunch period sitting in the corner of an empty practice room with your ear pressed against the wall listening to some of the best indie-rock-pop-alternative-funk-jazz(?) music you’ve ever heard. 

Vernon didn’t seem like the type to be interested in you. Not when you spent most of your time at school, either at practice or club events, or, now that you’re finally a senior, organizing all of the graduation events. These days you only run into him in the evenings, which you’ve only just started to realize is only because Vernon waits for you. 

It was like Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne, which definitely wasn’t one of your top songs because of him. That would make Vernon the punk (except he’s a nerd that plays keyboard) while you did ballet (except you play basketball). It wasn’t your best analogy. 

Either way, you didn’t ever expect to see him this nervous, and never because of you. The air begins to cool as the sun sets, making goosebumps appear on your open skin as you shiver. 

You try to think logically about it all. Fact 1: Vernon is nervous to talk to you. Fact 2: He overheard you saying that you have a date to prom. Fact 3: Vernon waits for you almost every day. 

“I don’t have a date to prom,” you blurt out. 

“You don’t?” 

“No,” you say, smiling. “I didn’t want to go with Mark and didn’t really want anyone else asking me. Well, there is someone I want to ask me, but until about two minutes ago, I didn’t think he had any interest in me.” 

“Wait.” Vernon glances at you. “You’re saying…” 

“Yeah, you dummy,” you say. “I want to go with you.” 

“But you,” he pauses. “You’re not supposed to go with me. Or someone like me.” 

“Why not?” You say. “You’re the one that I like.” 

He turns his head slowly, the gentle breeze knocking some of his hair loose around his forehead. “You like me?” 

“Yeah,” you say, surprised how easily the words come out. It’s not as scary as you expected, a weight being lifted off your chest that you didn’t know was there. “I like you, a lot.” 

“Oh.” 

The silence grows longer, and the reality of what you said starts to sink in. You told him how you felt. And he didn’t say anything. You’re going to have to see him every day. Even if you can avoid him at school, you can hardly dodge him when he lives right next door. You stand up, the planks of his front porch creaking at your sudden movement. 

“I should probably go do my homework,” you say. Vernon nods, still not looking at you. “I’ll… see you tomorrow.” You do your best not to flat out sprint down the steps. 

“Wait!” Vernon says. He stands, crossing the porch to the railing which stands above the grass where you now stand, backpack falling off your shoulder. “I like you, too.” He scratches his head. “I guess I should have said that. I thought it was obvious, but just in case it wasn’t, I like you a lot too.” 

You take a step closer to the porch, which puts you a good foot lower than Vernon. You’re convinced you look like a giddy idiot smiling up at him, but when it’s Vernon, you don’t really mind. “Really?” 

“The entire school has a crush on you and you’re surprised that I do?” 

“You’re not exactly like everyone else,” you say. “Not that that’s a bad thing! Or that you’re ‘not like other girls.’ Obviously, because you’re not a girl, but you get what I mean, and I’m really just trying to say that I just think you’re really cool and you always listen to me even when I ramble, and oh my god, I’m rambling right now and I really need to stop.” 

Vernon smiles at you, that stupid familiar that makes your heart flutter yet also makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. “You’re a lot sillier than you pretend to be.” 

“You’re trusted with a very secret side of me,” you say. “Very few people know how dumb I actually am.” 

“You’re not dumb,” he says immediately. 

“I told Mark I couldn’t go to prom with him because I already had a date when it was actually because I wanted to go with you, and you were right there.” 

“A dumb decision,” he says, “but that doesn’t make you dumb. Just someone who occasionally makes dumb decisions. Maybe more so when you’re around someone you have a crush on?” 

“You don’t have any right to tease me when you almost let me run away thinking you didn’t like me back,” you say. 

“Fair point,” he says, “But I was thinking, since everyone already thinks you have a date, and you wanted to go with me anyways, we could go together.” 

“Hansol Vernon Chwe, was that seriously your way of asking me to prom?” 

“I feel like the answer to that should be ‘no,’” he says. “But I don’t really know what you want.” 

You entertain the image of Vernon doing an intricate promposal with roses, and maybe getting the band to help him. It doesn’t last long, because that’s not Vernon (especially with the aforementioned pollen allergy). So what do you want? A sincere confession? You’ve already gotten that. 

“I want you to ask me for real,” you say, stepping closer and resting your chin on your hands on the railing. 

Vernon leans closer, and it’s your turn to be flustered, your heart pumping hot blood straight to your cheeks where they must be bright red. 

“Yn,” he says, “Would you like to go to prom with me?” 

You answer without thinking. “Yes.”