#resturant in cologne

[flavourofindia]

Flavour of India is acclaimed as the best Indian restaurant in Cologne for its superb selection of top Indian dishes. The menu features a range of culinary delights, including fragrant biryanis, spicy tandoori meats, and luscious paneer dishes. Each meal is prepared with a careful blend of spices, ensuring an authentic taste of Indian cuisine. The restaurant’s ambiance complements the flavorful dishes, making it an ideal location for enjoying a meal with friends or family. Experience why Flavour of India is considered the best Indian restaurant in Cologne.

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Do you have any wedding and/or honeymoon headcanons (sfw/nsfw) for the Axis?

The axis on their Honeymoon

(Yessssss YESSSSSSS- I mean- of course my dear :-) )

SFW

Germany

He has the whole thing planned out. From the wedding night to the resturants and even the knick knack stores.

And everything goes so smoothly.

He's relaxed for once and is more than happy to focus all his attention on the love of his life.

There is also far more cuddle sessions then anyone would have expected.

His arms are so strong, yet they seem to fill in the curves of his lovers back so perfectly.

And the cologne he's wearing? Delicious with a capital D!

He's happy and the smile on his face does not dissappear the whole time.

Not even when Italy calls his phone, to which he just calmly hangs up and puts it back in his pocket.

Japan

He's still very jittery from the ceremony, but it's pure joy.

He takes it seriously, but when he realizes there's not a thing to worry about he seems to melt.

Maybe even stands a little taller.

There might have to be some gentle persuasion to go to the spa and get a couples massage, but he's willing to try anything in his newfound mood.

He's brought romance Manga and anime to snuggle up on the bed.

Buys his lover cute matching plushies and key chains.

They vaguely resemble the happy pair as well.

Italy

100000% focused on making his lover happy, and so blissfully unaware of the fact he's hardly talking.

There's just a permanent smile plastered to his face and he's happy as a clam.

Constantly having his arm over their shoulder or waist.

Gentle kisses to the hand as he offers to help them from their seat.

Very romantic, and very sweet.

There's probably a lot of swoons and dreamy sighs from others, but not out of jealousy.

There's just nothing like a newly weds energy. It's endearing.

Nsfw

Germany

Gentle baby who just wants to take his time with his lover.

His hands are probably the most distracting thing during the process as they're far to good at pinching and squeezing all the right spots on their body.

Figures since he's a professional engineer and such a perfectionist.

As for when it comes to how long he lasts, all those years of training it wasn't just his strength that increased. His stamina too!

He's not done until they're done so... That's fun.

Japan

Wicked Nervous first time.

His eyes will be tightly shut closed most of the time.

Not because he doesn't want to look at them, but he is trying really hard on focusing on making them feel good.

As time goes on he will start to get... creative.

Obviosuly will never do anything without consent though!

Some times he will lay there an hour or so before being able to do any after care, and on lazy days, will gladly clean both parties up with baby wipes and such.

Will be blushing the whole time washing the sheets.

will never let lover sleep in anything but soft, silky clean bedding.

Italy

He's pretty attentive, actually.

Like, he may be cute but he is not innocent.

Wicked fun to be in bed with.

Cutestest of gasps.

The way he arches his back when he gets close, poor baby is trying so hard~

Doesn't mind a little sensitive play.

Will most likely fall asleep immediately.

How can one be mad when he is still saying sweet nothings to his lover in his sleep, and cuddling up to them?

Is secretly into light tickle play, but refuses to admit it.

[yet-another-heathen]

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

For Henry of course

I know this was a very hand-picked set of questions, and for that I adore you so much, Red. [Henry asks that you send Yves his love.]

TW | alcohol use, depression

1. Go to drink order?

He has two go-to's that he likes to rotate between. His favorite of the two is a Lion's Tail, an older-fashioned drink made from bourbon, allspice liqueur, lime juice, rich demerara syrup, and bitters, often garnished with lime peel. For the bars that don't happen to keep allspice liqueur on hand, a Boulevardier is his second choice (a drink very much like a Negroni, but made with bourbon instead of gin). He'll usually ask the bartender for a sugar cube or two thrown in to the latter.

You want to know the way to soften his heart a little, though? Order him a White Russian.

2. What is their grooming routine?

Most of his grooming routine is centered around shaving and around his hair. He takes the time to use a blow dryer, and chooses hair products that allow him to style his hair loosely up and back without it getting crunchy. He has one light-hold pomade that has been his go to for years. He also shaves on a daily basis with a classic solid-blade straight razor. He finds the rhythm of sharpening it on its strop very soothing, and uses it as a regular grounding practice that he's worked into his daily routine. (Yes, that's a bit of his nerdy psychologist side coming out: may as well practice what you preach. Besides, it does work.)

Henry also fairly regularly dyes his hair. He discovered a few years back that he is prematurely going grey, and covers the salt and pepper with his natural dark brown. A certain pesky vigilante already incessantly teases him about being an "old man" and knows he would hear no end of it if he found out he's going grey. (Though no, if you asked him, you won't get him to admit it.)

He prefers woody/musky scents in his soaps, and sandalwood is one of his favorites. While you would expect a man like him to also have a ludicrously expensive set of colognes, he actually has one middle class scent that is a long standing favorite of his: a little pink bottle called 'Joop! Homme'. It's a spicy-sweet scent with a rounded smell of musk, heliotrope, and grapefruit. [Yes, for those of you wondering, it is a real and very underrated cologne]

The last part of his routine before getting dressed is to apply moisturizer to his stump. As he'll tell you, there's nothing worse than the scar tissue starting to itch through the day.

3. What is their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Most of Henry's readily disposable income goes to the upkeep of his four safehouses, or is used under a pseudonym for lobbying. But when that is said and done, the thing he spends the most on for himself alond is what Wes coined "The Second Library of Alexandria". Henry has a stunning collection of first-edition, rare, and historical books that would (and have) made some of his fellow scholars weep. It would make Henry turn red to admit how much he has spent on them over the last twenty-ish years, but safe to say that they alone account for more than what he has spent on his flat, safehouses, and the Audi combined.

4. Do they have any scars/tattoos?

Quite a number of the former. His largest scars are the ones that circle what is left of his arm, the surgical scar down the center of his chest that has accommodated several repeated heart surgeries, and one more under his left collarbone where his ICD was implanted. He has dozens more from the years of doing what he does, but they tend not to get noticed in comparison.

He has only one tattoo, and he got it out of necessity rather than desire: a simple medical tattoo on the left side of his rib cage where a defibrillator paddle would go, denoting his Long Q-T syndrome. (And yes, it has already saved his life twice.)

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

There isn't a simple question to this one, because it depends so heavily on where the story we are. But Henry lets himself cry quite a lot, even if he almost always makes sure he's alone for it. His driving force is that he cares about people perhaps a little too much, and over the years he's backed himself into a horrible corner. Between murder and unspeakable violence, working under the crushing hand of someone he hates, keeping everything and everyone he truly cares about secret, trying to singlehandedly change the tide of power evil people hold over a city of millions, blaming himself for every single failure to do so, and feeling that there is no escape from the world he's built that won't cost the lives of innocent people? On top of being a psychologist who knows that crying is a healthy outlet for emotion and stress?

Yeah, he cries a lot.

In general, it's much more concerning when he goes through long spells without crying. His depression is fairly well-controlled on medication, but he still has breakthrough episodes where he'll feel hopeless and numb that can last for a few weeks at a time. And, what do you know, they're usually brought on by spikes of stress caused by any/all of the above somehow getting worse. It's those times that the people that care about him know to keep a particularly close eye on him, and it's a relief when he finally does find he is able to cry again at last.

[ilydeku]

fortune cookie | izuku x reader

"Hey excuse me." Your father sticks his hand up, signaling to the viridescent haired boy almost passing by. He stops, making his way over to your table. The faint smell of sweet cologne allured you.

"Yes, how can I help you, sir?"

"My daughter here thinks you're really cute-"

"DAD!" You sink down in your seat, your hands quickly covering your flushed face. How embarassing. You can't believe how he could even say that out of nowhere. You've never even mentioned anything about any oc the waiters in the resteraunt, though you'd be lying if you said you weren't keeping an eye on this particular one.

"Oh?" The boy turns to you with a smile. "What's your name?" The only response he got was you sinking lower, under the table and out of view, hands glued to your face. Never in your life have you had the urge to die the very moment.

"Her name is Y/n," your father replies for you.

"Pretty name. Nice to meet you, y/n!" He walks away to his next task while father laughs at your current state. He pushes a plate of food over as some kind of apology and smiles.

"Dad whyy?" You crawl out from under the table as the coast was clear, laughing along with him.

"What? You can't stay alone by yourself you know."

"What's with this now? You've always kept me far away from boys."

"Well, that boy looks like he got something in him. I can feel it."

.

After the wonderful meal, your father called for the check. You relaxed and leaned against the back rest of the chair, full and satisfied. Two fortune cookie were brought along with the check. Curious, you opened up the one given to you just to read the silly fortune.

'You will know it when you see it. It will know you when it sees you.'

"Pshh." You were about to discard the slip of paper when a figure in the background catches your eye, the same waiter that you were embarrassed in front of. You almost considered running out of the resteraunt, but it looked like he was trying to tell you something. He extends his hand in front of him and waves it slightly, probably telling you to wait, then he makes a fist like he's holding something and twirls his finger in the air. You tilt your head and giggle, not understanding the signs he's giving you. He face palms and giggles himself. He must've looked pretty stupid. He pointed to the fortune in your hand and twirled his finger once more. Pinching the paper in both fingers, you flipped it to the other sidea and almost choked.

'I always thought happiness started with an ‘h,’ but it turns out mine starts with ‘u.’ :) 0XX-XXX-XXXX (My name is Izuku Midoriya by the way!)'

Your face glowed in excitement and nervousness. This couldn't possibly be a joke right? He had this fortune cookie custom created just for you. No one would go that far for a somebody just to mess with them. Izuku Midoriya. You stared at him for a second. He looked genuine. Very cute. Hard believe he actually gave you his number after he witnessed you being obliterated by your father. Your eyes slowly trailed up to the the boys face. He blushed and gave you a bright smile before waving and returning to his work.

"What's that you got there y/n?" You father asks as he gets ready to leave. "''S that your fortune?" You smiled at the note in your hands, pocketing it safely as you both left the resturant.

"No...not a fortune. More like my future."

support me? :)

[papergold-hearts]

A bunch of Papergold headcanons: Couple version

Small disclaimer I do not follow the theory that Flug and Goldheart are brothers. That would be gross.

-Goldheart is addicted to social media so he wants the perfect “couple photos”. The problem being Flug refuses to take off that bag.

-Goldheart dislikes Flugs bag and thinks Flug has a cute face. (I head canon him as a blond, blue eyed pretty boy.)

- Goldheart prefers to go to more lively resturants, while Flug likes the hole in the walls. They swap on date night.

-To everyone’s surprise, Dr. Flug is the the one who cooks, even following Goldhearts diets. Goldheart can do the basics (waffles, steak, even a baked potato)

-Goldheart is the more romantic one, yet a horrible gift giver. He’ll bring home gifts but there things Flug wouldn’t use (flowers, cologne, trinkets from were ever he has to go. He gets it right once in a while)

-Flug is the one who scars away any unwanted paparazzi taking up the role of “un-social boyfriend” to help with Goldhearts image.

- Goldheart doesn’t know a lot about science, yet he often hangs out in Flugs lab listening to him ramble.

-Flug is a cuddler, he was so use to living sleeping in a smaller bed that he sleeps better next to someone. Goldheart doesn’t mind.

- 5.0.5 does the cleaning, which tends to annoy Goldheart because the bear has the worst timing.

-Flug is often the one to patch up Goldheart, usually when he wants to hide his injuries from the public.

-They don’t double-date a lot. The only couple who understands is Sunblast and Penumbra. 

-Despite no longer being on the same side, Demencia will pop by there house, freaking them both out. Even inviting them to her wedding with Blackhat (yes I ship LizardHat).

[galaxygeeksunite]

Out For Dessert (Rhea X Liv Fic)

Rhea and Liv won their match on Monday night. They had their little backstage interview in which Liv kept complimenting Rhea and making her blush. They talked about celebrating Wrestlemania and going out for dessert that night. Once they parted ways with the interviewer, they talked to each other.

“So I know of this perfect resturant with some good desserts, but I want it to be a surprise.” Liv grinned.

“Alright, so what time are we gonna go?” Rhea asked.

“I’ll come and pick you up at 10:30pm.” 

“Alright, see ya then.” 

Rhea and Liv parted ways, heading back home, after changing out of their wrestling gear. 

They both took their showers and got ready. Rhea dressed in black pants, a black button up shirt, and a black suit jacket. She slicked her hair all the way back and put on some Old Spice Cologne. 

Liv put on a short black skirt, a white blouse, and a feminine sparkly suit jacket. She put on some floral perfume, it was a light smell not too overwhelming. She headed out the door, driving to Rhea’s place. 

She got out of her black sports car and nervously knocked on the door. Rhea answered, standing there looking all hot in her suit! Liv’s mouth almost hit the floor. 

“Wow, you look really hot!” Liv said.

Rhea tried not to blush but did a bit, “Look who’s talkin!” 

Liv grabbed Rhea’s hand as they headed to the car. Once in the car, they headed out to the resturant. They pulled in noticing that the place didn’t seem overly busy for that time of night. 

“Hmm we just might have this place to ourselves.” Liv winked.

“I’m okay with that.” Rhea smiled.

They went inside and got seated, noticing there were a few couples at tables. An older man and woman were at a table not far from them. They kept awkwardly looking at Rhea and Liv. 

Liv whispered to Rhea, “Let’s not worry about them, we have things to celebrate.” 

Rhea smiled, “Oh I’m not worried babe, they are just jealous of how good you look!” 

Liv blushed, “Oh babe stop! ” 

The waiter came and took their order. Liv looked at Rhea, “I was thinking the strawberry cake..” 

Rhea nodded, “That sounds good.” 

“Okay we’ll have the strawberry cake and one large chocolate milkshake.” 

“Wait, I’m lactose intolerant, so do you have Almond Milk?” 

The waiter smiles, “We can make a Chocolate Almond Milk Smoothie.” 

“Sounds perfect.” Rhea says.

The female waiter nods, “How many of those?” 

Liv is quick to answer, “Just one please, we’ll share.” 

The waiter smiles, “Okay coming right up.” 

“Why are you still blushing?” Liv asks.

“You told her we’re sharing, I mean you didn’t have to say it.” 

“Oh come on, was that so bad?” Liv asks.

“I’m just shy sometimes but don’t tell anyone.” Rhea replies.

“I think your shy side is so cute and attractive.” 

The waiter comes with their cake and drink. “There you go, enjoy!” 

Liv cuts the cake, giving Rhea a slice and then puts a slice on her own plate. Rhea is about to eat it when Liv stops her. 

“Why can’t I eat?” 

Liv grins and puts some cake on her fork. “Here taste it off of mine first.” 

Rhea grins and shakes her head, taking a bite. “Mm so good but you know it’s the same cake.” 

“Well, maybe I wanted your mouth on my fork.” 

Rhea almost chokes on her cake cause she starts laughing a bit. “Girl, do you realize how that sounded?” 

Liv bites her lip, “Sounded kinda hot right?” 

“I can’t handle you girl!” 

They both eat their cake. All the other people finish their food and leave. Rhea and Liv are now alone in the resturant. Rhea takes a sip of the chocolate almond shake, then Liv does. Rhea goes for the straw again after Liv drinks from it. 

“You know maybe later I wanna taste those lips.” Rhea says.

“Why not right now, no one is in here?” 

Rhea looks at the workers, “Um yeah people still are.” 

“I thought you were a rebel.” Liv teases.

“Okay fine, I’ll show you a rebel.” 

Rhea leans over the table and kisses Liv gently. They break apart from the kiss as the waiter comes over. 

“Are you two finished?” The waiter asks.

Rhea and Liv both blush, “Um yeah sorry about that.” Liv says.

The waiter smiles, “I hope you enjoyed the food as much as the kiss.” 

Rhea blushes hard, “Sorry but we’ll pay and get out of here.” 

The waiter smiles warmly, “You two are honestly adorable so please don’t apologize for loving each other.” 

Rhea and Liv breathe a sigh of relief as they pay for the food. They give the waiter a $35 tip. 

“Thanks for being awesome!” Rhea says. 

They walk out of the resturant giggling on their way to Liv’s car. Once they get inside the car, they talk. 

“I thought we were gonna get kicked out or something.” Rhea says.

“I was brave until the waiter saw cause I thought maybe she was grossed out or mad.” Liv says.

“Yeah but babe being with you is worth it.” 

Liv tears up, “Rhea, you’re so sweet and I feel the same.” 

They kiss each other gently in the car before finally driving off. 

[geminibutterfly420]

Dirty Jokes (V.H)

Authors note: Heres my first smut i hope yall like it and thank you so much for enjoying my last story i means the world to me

request by: @vhackerrrs-wifey <3

warnings: smut, angist, fluff, cussing, dominating (vinnie) slapping, degrading, edging

Description: y/n and Vinnie are doing it and she jokes saying ‘is it in yet’ and he gets mad but then knows it’s a joke.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dating Vinnie has its perks, for example, His hugs, His kissies, Bomb dick, and being one of the cutest couples on tiktok. But there are times where he purposely tries to get under your skin by joking you and teasing you. You are waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back. You and Vinnie are currently getting ready to go out to dinner with the rest of the house. Vinnie was wearing a black half way buttoned shirt with black jeans and some dress shoes. all you were thinking was god damn, hes a literal god. You were wearing a black velvet dress with your hair waved out and some red bottom shoes that vinnie got for your birthday this year and some glam makeup because why not. After you finished your final touches you grab your clutch and head down stairs. While you were walking down you hear Michael start to hype you up like he is one of your girlfriends "okayyy boo thang i see you. AYO patty come check y/n out" patty walks in with a half eaten spam sandwich in his hand and the other half in his mouth "oooo gurl you gonna need to do a twirl for me" as you were doing a slow spin you feel a hand on your waist. At this point in you and vinnies relationship you didnt need to look and see who it is, with the feeling of hand thats oh so familiar, and his signature cologne he wears when ever we go to some where fancy. "you look stunning, princess" he said while planting a kiss on your cheek, you blushed and said thank you to everyone who has complement on your look for tonight. After vinnie gave your cheek a kiss you hear Michael say "okay, okay vin if your gonna give her one you have to give me one" with a wink "oh you already know your gonna get this pipe mike" Vinnie winked back and started to burst out laughing. You broke there laughing by saying "you guys are too much, and mikey sorry to break it to you he isnt that big, believe me i get it practically every night" while saying that you look over at vinnie with his eyes turning dark, his face turning a slight red, his jaw jutted, with his hands on his hips looking at you dead in the eye. you just give a smile and walked away fast before he could say or do anything. when you walked into the kitchen to see mia posting a tiktok. When she finished, she looked up at you with a curious look "you ok babes?" "yeah im fine, im pulling something on vin and i dont know how its going to end haha" you said nervously. "oh ahaha well what are you doing" she asked "well he normally likes to tease me and pick on me so im doing it back, like giving him a taste of his own me medicine you know" "oh this is gonna be good, im sure its not going to get to bad, and hey who know you might get bomb dick" she reassured with a wink. and with the thought of that you were looking forward to see and feel how this is going to go

When you guys were at BOA and you were sitting with vinnie on your left and mia on your right and kouvr across from you. theres some indents from vinnies nails. on your way to the resturant vinnie had a tight grip on your thighs and his jaw still jutted with very short conversations. but oh god he was hot. Once your food come it was so good, u whispered over to vinnie "if only your cock was as good as this food" and pulled away with a smirk. he rolls his eyes and you can see the grip on his fork has tightened. "you are asking for it y/n" he said in a low snarl. after that if felt like your heart skipped a beat and flutters in your stomach, with your core start to get wet and throb lightly. if only dinner can go by quicker

Once you guys got home you headed up to your room that you shared with vinnie. you kicked off your heels, and put down your purse. You started to walk to the bathroom, you felt vinnie coming behind you and grabbed your hair and forced you to turn around to face him. Once your eyes met he forced his lips on yours aggressively with his hands on your throat and then you felt his hands traveled over to the zipper of your dress, following with an aggressive pull and forcing it off you. he unclasps your bra and spits on your tits and attacks one with his mouth with him sucking and biting on your nipple and his and gripping tightly on the other. you let out a light moan with your head going back. next thing you know you feel a light sting on your face. vinnie slaps you and gritted "shut the fuck up, since you wanted to be a little bitch all night tonight im going to treat you like one, and bitches dont get to enjoy themselves" after he stated that your legs start to quiver and your core started to drip soaking your wine red panties. you feel his hand on the top of your head pushing you down to your knees and and his other hand unbuckling his pants pulling them down to have his big hard cock to hit his stomach. i looked in awe "nuh uh you dont get to drool over my dick you whore, since you said it was small. your not going to be saying that when im forcing my dick all the way down your throat" he spitted in your face and forced his cock down your throat. you automatically choked and tears started to role down your face. he grabs the back of you head and started to force you head to bob on his cock and him thrusting it. you were desprate for air but boy oh boy this is amazing. after a couple more minutes with him releasing low hot moans, you felt his cock twitch, and precum dripping all in your mouth. he pulls out of your mouth saying "you want me to cum in your mouth so bad you little bitch dont you" you nod at him "god your a slut" and with that he picks you up and tosses you on the bed, making you lay on your stomach. he pulls your hips to make your ass come up to the air. he rips off your panties, seeing your dripping cunt. "your so needy for me hmm, you needy whore" and then he spanks on your ass hard, you screeched at the impacked it had on your ass and he has his rings on which made it 10x more painful. thats definietly going to leave a mark on your ass for a good while. he smacked it one more time and forced his index and middle finger up your pussy with a hook action pumping hard and fast. "if i hear the slightest peep out of your mouth without my permission, your going to get your ass spanked 5 times and i am not going to go easy on you" he demanded. while he was picking up the speed with your fingers you bite your lips so you can remain quiet. You started to taste a slight metalic taste from biting on you lip too hard. "squirt for me bitch, and you have permission to let out noise" with that being said you realised your grip on your lips letting out porno like moans. "i-im going to squirt i feel it" you shouted. he grabs your hair to force your face to go up. "scream for me slut" he growled. you felt a twitch in your stomach and let out a loud scream, realeasing you juices on his fingers. once you released he sticks his fingers in his mouth tasting it "so sweet" he mumbled. once you almost catch your breath, you feel him start to feel his tip rub up against your soaking entrance. he slowly went in. once he was in you smirked "is it in yet vincent" next thing you know he slammed into your spot and starting going super fast, and slapping your ass hard. "you asked for it, ha 'is it in-' ha shut the fuck up you worthless cunt" he spat. next thing you know he is ramming the fastest and hardest hes ever had, making your body tremble. "im going to force all my cum down your pussy and your going to take it and i expect a mess on my cock with your cum got it bitch" he said aggresively. you nodded your head then felt a sharp sting on your ass "use your words bitch" he yelled "y-y-yes daddy, ill make a m-mess" you whimpered

"good slut" he moaned with is head going back "im cumming, baby be a good girl and cum" once he said that you both released he moaned out "good girl" he stayed in your pussy, making sure your guys cum stays in you. after a few minutes to recuperate you lay down with vinnie laying right next to you "did you like that or w-was i too rough i did-" he started worring but you cut him off with a soft kiss "that was amazing, im sorry for making fun of you, i was trying to get pay back for all of the times you teased me, just know i was joking" "oh i knew you were joking sweetie, and its ok ill go lighter on you with the teasing, i love you so much" he kisses you sweetly and you kiss him back "i love you more vincent" you turned over so he can spoon you. you look over at your phone because it lit up. it was a text from mia

Mia:

see told you, and you got good dick, just letting you know the whole house heard you and both of you are gonna hear the never ending of it for a bit, but good job on not breaking anything (hopefully ;) )

your face turns red but you just turned off your phone and enjoyed the love and affection from the boy with the curly blonde hair that you love so much, and who knew what one little dirty joke can do

------------------------------------------------------------------------------hope ya freaks enjoyed that heres some holy water, all love b

[ateezmakemeweep]

four in the morning.

yunho x reader; strangers to lovers

word count: 11k

angst, fluff, smut

10:05 p.m.

you never wanted a public proposal. you had told your boyfriend every time you saw someone get down on one knee in times square on new year's eve or in front of cinderella's castle at disney world that you would absolutely die if he did that to you.

and maybe it speaks to your naivety, to your complete disregard of just how shitty he's treated you over these past five years, that you thought that would ever be a problem in your relationship. because he's the guy who ditches you for his friends and religiously forgets date night, who falls asleep right after extremely unsatisfying sex that has you faking orgasms, who doesn't answer your texts all day but freely like posts on instagram.

and evidently, he's also the guy who breaks up with his girlfriend in the middle of dinner.

because one second the waitress is putting down the dessert, a tiramisu cheesecake you were drooling just thinking about all night, and then the next, before she's even out of ears reach, he blurts out, "we should break up."

you don't even say anything at first, just stare blankly and shake your head because he didn't just that. he wouldn't say that. not today on this day and not right now in this setting.

"wh-what?"

but he doesn't miss a beat.

"i've been thinking about it for a while, y/n," he says to you, leaning on his hand like this whole conversation is about to be a bore. "i just...we've been together for so long and i'm really kind of...sick of it."

"you're... you're sick of it?" you squeak.

"well yeah, i mean it's been four years and i don't wanna lie and say i feel like i'm still in love with y-"

"five."

"what?" he asks, looking at you in pure and utter confusion and you don't know if you feel more heartbroken or angry at this very moment.

"five. we've been together for five years," you tell him, voice too calm and composed for how you're feeling inside. "in fact, today marks our fifth year together. but you didn't remember that, did you?"

you think you would've felt better if he showed some sort of regretful or guilty reaction, his mouth dropping open or face lighting up like the date sent off alarm bells in that stupid little head of his. but nothing. just a thoughtful nod, like you told him the food was good or you needed another drink.

"oh," he says with a small shrug, "well five years then, even longer than i thought. see, y/n, i'm just over it. i'm over this relationship and i'm over being someone's boyfriend."

"hm....hm," is all you hum because you refuse to make a warner and elle woods type of scene in this restaurant right now. but your burning throat and shaking hands want so badly to do something. to scream and curse at him or throw that cake right in his face or maybe even slap him for being so cold and harsh and detached.

"are you mad?"

a laugh bubbles out of your mouth now and anyone around can probably hear how unhinged it sounds, like you're a second away from having some sort of breakdown or bursting into tears and screaming.

"am i mad?" you ask, a cold edge finally seeping into your tone. "am i mad my boyfriend just broke up with me, in public, at our anniversary dinner? are you seriously fucking asking me that?" you grunt out the words through clenched teeth, lowering your voice when you let the profanity slip out.

"well...yeah," he says dopily, "i still care about you as a person. i just- don't wanna be in a relationship anymore. i kind of figured i was making it obvious these past few weeks."

"then why wouldn't you have just told me the second you had these thoughts!" you spit and now the volume of your voice is considerably louder. "why make me wait and then do it at this very moment!"

"i-i don't know, i didn't really know how or when was a good time to tell you."

"oh, well thank god you waited, this was truly ideal," you growl sarcastically.

and then, like he has any right to be offended or upset, he lets out a scoff. "look, i'm sorry but this is what i want....i'll still pay for dinner if that's what you're-"

"you think i give a single fuck if you pay for dinner!"

you finally break whatever composure you were channeling, voice breaking and raising and causing the several groups of people to look in your direction. some of them are subtle with their side-eyes and whispers while others are full on staring, mouths agape with looks of pity and you wouldn't be surprised if you find a video of this on the internet later.

"what is your problem," he says, "i said i'm sorry but you really can't be that-"

"leave," you tell him, quietly now, with your head down and eyes on the table. "i'll take care of it. just please...get away from me."

there's a few beats of silence before he mumbles something along the lines of "whatever," deeply sighing like this is actually causing him any distress, like he's the one who has to stay here with lingering gazes and pitiful stares. you think he might take a breath to say something else but then ultimately decides against it, the squeaking of a chair and heavy foot steps walking away indicating you're finally alone.

and it's during that time your tears start falling, your head hung and hand cupping your forehead so the people around you don't get more of a show.

maybe a part of you knew deep down that the relationship was gonna be over, that it really should've been for your sake and you were just too scared to accept it. but it was just the manner in which he did it, so coldly and out of nowhere, like the past five years didn't mean anything to him. and you can't deny the sickening parallel to years of you telling him you didn't want him to fucking propose to you in public and then going and dumping you at one of your favorite resturants.

"i'm so stupid, oh my, god, i'm so fucking stupid," you mumble out, voice wobbly and wet before you feel the presence of the waitress at your side. you peak up at her as she bends down holding out a packet of tissues, a sympathetic look on her face that has you realizing she probably watched the whole thing go down.

"you're not stupid, baby, don't say that," she says, placing her hand on your arm comfortingly.

you thank her quietly for the tissues, taking one out and dapping at your wet face. "i'm sorry, this is so embarrassing," you squeak out, "i'm gonna pay the bill don't worry, i just...i needed him to leave."

"no, i'm so sorry that just happened. i can't believe he thought that was okay."

you sniffle as you scrunch up the tissue. "i-i know," you say, "i mean i knew he was an asshole but he really just...our anniversary dinner! and during dessert! i was so excited for this cake."

she laughs softly at your sad whine, placing down the tissue packet and moving the plate closer to you. "well, you can still be excited. don't you dare let him ruin this tiramisu." you're pleastantly surprised when a small chuckle leaves your mouth, wiping at your face with your wrist.

"you're right, he can't taint it," you say before catching the side glances of people surrounding you, "but i think i have to get out of here before i cause any more of a disturbance."

she nods her head sympathetically, urging you to take a few bites and that she'll bring the check right over.

you keep your head down as embarrassed tears threaten to fall again, the feeling like a milllion eyes are on you making you feel even more awkward and unsettled; you're sure it's just paranoia but you swear you can feel eyes boring into the side of your face, someone probably laughing and mocking and feeling so incredibly sorry for your pitiful situation.

sorry enough that when the waitress comes back, she tells you someone has already paid for your bill. your eyes widen upon hearing the news, looking around curiously and stuttering out incoherent bits of sentences.

"who?" is the only clear thing you're able to ask.

"i don't know, he just left," she tells you, "brown-haired guy. very tall. cute, too." you feel her hand on the back of your chair when you stand up. "and i'm sorry again, honey. i didn't charge you for the cake but i hope to see you in here again enjoying it," she adds on quietly.

you give her a grateful smile and nod, assuring her you'll definitely be back before rushing out to catch up with the mysterious man who just dropped well over $100 on two complete strangers. and luckily, you don't have to look very far. because there he is, all dark hair and broad shoulders, leant against the side of the building with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

he sees your teary-gaze meet his and his lips quirk up ever so slightly before he flicks the ashes and begins to turn around. but your low "hey!" stops him in his tracks. he cranes his neck back to look at you, the sky dark around you both but the light from the streetpoles clearly showing both of your expressions.

his is unnervingly blank, only a flicker of soft sympathy in his eye while your own, still heartbroken, also holds a curious, maybe even a wary look. because why would this stranger do that? could he have felt that bad?

you make your way up to him, feeling slightly intimidated when he fully turns around and you see just how much he towers over you. but it's funny because his face is shockingly...sweet looking, like a fresh-faced boy you'd see in church or volunteering at a nursing home.

but then his large stature, the shoulders you can't stop eyeing, his all black attire mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne makes for a very strange contrast. even his voice, when he finally mumbles back a "hi," is sweet sounding.

"why did you...the waitress said you paid my bill." your tone is quiet and small but still manages to sound accusatory.

"i did, i'm sorry," he says and you're wondering if the pink flush on his cheeks is from the cold. "i hope you didn't mind." you find yourself staring at him blankly, eyebrows pinched together because...did he really just apologize for that?

"i...well no but..i..it was probably expensive," you eventually get out, "you didn't have to do that."

"well, neither did he," yunho mumbles and you can tell by the airiness in his tone he didn't mean anything bad by it. but it doesn't stop your face from dropping slightly, lips pressing into a firm line to distract yourself from your stinging eyes.

"i'm sorry, that was insensitive," he winces, the sincerity in his tone only confirming your thoughts. "but i just... i wanted to pay for it. why should you have?"

you swallow the lump in your throat, shrugging your shoulders lightly because you don't really know what to say back to that.

"because i'm the one who got dumped," you squeak out before a humorless laugh bubbles out of you. "dumped on our anniversary. how pathetic is that?"

"it's pathetic of him," the boy grunts out and you cock your head to the side at how mad he sounds.

"i-i guess..." you say after a few quiet seconds before words start pouring out of you. "i just.. can't believe it. i don't know what i'm gonna do now. i've been with him for so long and got so used to him and then he really went and-" your voice breaking cuts off your sentence, like it's finally hitting you that the relationship is over.

because no matter how bad it was, it was still something you put years of yourself into. years of effort and years of memories and you feel so stupid for feeling this upset when there's far more bad than good.

"i'm sorry, you definitely don't wanna hear this," you laugh out humorlessly as tears sting your eyes. "but...i just wanted to thank you for paying the bill. i wish i could make it up to you somehow, it was probably expensive."

you meet his gaze to see him smiling slightly at you, even though you're on the verge of a breakdown and talking far too much.

"you're welcome," he says before hesitantly continuing. "i was gonna go walk around for a bit. do you wanna join?"

when you look up at him with a wary expression, he puts his hands up in defense, eyes soft and wide as he shakes his head. "it might clear your head a little, that's all."

your fragile heart warms at the gesture but you find yourself declining, insisting you're not the best company right now and that'd he probably regret inviting you.

"i don't think so," he says and his voice is just so kind that you're questioning if he's even real, questioning why on earth this stranger seems to care about your wellbeing. and when he sees you're still teetering, teeth sunk into your lip as you look at him with conflict in your eyes, a sweet smile spreads across his face.

"c'mon, you said you wanted to make it up to me."

your lips purse to the side, eyebrow raised ever so slightly before letting out a quiet sigh. "okay... but don't say i didn't warn you."

his smile widens as his long arms come out to showcase the sidewalk in front of him and you find yourself giggling slightly at his dramatics. you take one last look back at the restaurant before exhaling sharply and feeling his looming presence next to you as you both begin to walk.

"so....were you there with friends tonight?" you chirp, hoping to distract your impending nervousness with conversation.

he tells you he had met his mom there for dinner, who brought along his new step-father he can't help but detest. but he sat politely all throughout the appetizer and main course until one too many ignorant and snappy comments had him putting the man in his place.

"he was also mean to the waitress which is why i eventually snapped," he tells you. and by snapped, he means lowly speaking for him to either find some manners or piss off. "my mom asked for the check so fast and they left within five minutes. so i stayed for a drink."

"i could so use a drink right now," you laugh out, "but it sounds like you were in the right. you're just all types of chivarlous, huh?"

you peak up at him to see a smirk cross his face, his eyes falling to you at the same time and pink covers both your cheeks at being caught. but you and him will pretend it's because of the harsh winds whipping through the city; yes, the whipping wind, definitely not the soft curious gazes and arms bumping into each other clumsily.

"what made that obvious?"

you shake your head as another giggle falls from your lips, tightening the sweater around your body when a particularly harsh breeze pelts into you again. and of course, the boy next to you immediately notices, hears the clattering of your teeth and sharp intake of breath.

"you cold?"

"no, i'm okay," you squeak out. but you already see his movements from the corner of your eye taking off the black bomber jacket.

"please don't give me your coat, i can not-"

but it's already placed around your shoulders before you can finish your sentence, a knowing smirk on his lips when you huff at him, exasperated.

"....i was gonna say your name but it appears i don't even know it."

his deep chuckle rings through the air, stopping his feet so he can properly put his hand out.

"i'm yunho."

"y/n," you say back, taking his large hand in yours and what an innapropriate time for you to admire its sheer size and the length of his fingers. "you're... nice, too nice."

his smile widens looking down at you, hands still intertwined as he cocks his head to the side. "because i gave a cold girl my jacket?"

"and paid for her bill. and welcomed her on a walk," you say, "i'm wondering how much more i can get out of your very obvious pity."

his smile falters, eyebrows knitting as he shakes his head. "i'm not doing this out of pity."

the firm way in which he says it has you lowering your head shyly, eyes on the concrete as you take the hand in his back. all of your emotions are out of wack tonight, your chest not knowing how to feel, broken and aching over that awful dinner but also...slightly warmed by the actions of this random boy.

"then why are you doing it?" your voice sounds so small and it makes a frown cover his face now.

"can't i just be nice to you?" he asks, "why do i need a reason?"

"because we're...strangers," you say, looking up at him hesitantly and pressing your lips together nervously, "and you don't know me."

"everyone's strangers until they're not," he retorts, stepping just a smidge closer to you and it makes you swallow down the dry patch in your throat. "and maybe i want to know you."

when you can't find the words to respond, heart racing and throat clogged, he speaks up again.

"let me distract you tonight."

your eyebrow raises, head turning to the side because you don't know what to make of that comment. because you know you're vulnerable right now, know you should probably go home and cope normally in the form of crying and ice cream.

but you trust him for some reason. trust his soft voice and kind eyes and the way he seems so genuine and pure despite his dark appearance.

"what do you have in mind?" you find yourself asking, stomach fluttering and whether it's from nervousness or his bright smile, you don't know.

"could you still use a drink?"

12:22 a.m

"okay, i think....this is a weeeee bit unsafe!" you say as you stumble up the stairs behind him, his hand pulling you carefully by one of your fingers.

"probably," he says, "but we'll be okay."

the sound of a door squeaking open is the first thing you hear, the harsh whipping of wind the next as your hair blows back and coldness envelops your body. yunho bends to stick a brick in the door before guiding you to the middle of the rooftop.

the dark sky is lit by faint lights shining from apartment buildings and bulletin boards, the only sound an occasional honk of a horn making it's way up the 20 stories. you disconnect your hands to stumble over to the edge, placing them on the cold concrete to peer your head over. you take in the sight of tall buildings and taxis and little figures of people walking the streets.

"heeelllooo!" you scream down at them, your hands cupping your mouth in hopes someone will hear you. yunho's laugh echoes through the sky, quickly walking over to place a hand on your lower back.

"be careful."

you turn around, back now resting on the ledge as you poke his chest lightly. "you're the one that said we'll be okay," you mutter, lowering your voice to imitate his words. "because i'm big and strong and a suspiciously nice boy."

"okay, nice you told me," he says, voice teasing as he stares down at you with bright eyes. "but big and strong, you say?"

"very big and very strong," you say, letting your finger travel from his chest to his shoulder. he watches your eyes follow your hand, roaming from one side of him to the other before meeting his eyes. and it's like his gaze acts as an electric shock, your hand immediately falling from the black material.

"and i had very too much drink."

he smiles down at you, making sure to stay close because he'd be lying if he said you being so close to the edge didn't make him nervous. and perhaps this wasn't his best idea, bringing you up to the roof of his apartment complex after you had one too many beers.

but it's a nice place to clear your head, to take in the sights of the city in a less noisy and crowded way. and he thinks you could use that after the night you had, after the night he couldn't help but hear take place as he sat alone at the bar.

he had ohad a perfect view of you all night. you caught his eye the second he sat down, your shy smile and the way you fidgeted nervously with your hair making him not being able to tear his gaze away.

but then he'd heard the bored tone of the guy across from you, the way he was barely entertaining the conversation and just avoided all your softly spoken questions. he had tightened his grip around the beer bottle one too many times, sick and tired of asshole men who never learned how to respect other people.

"i just wanted my cheesecake."

your sudden whine rips him from his thoughts and he can't help the smirk creeping up on his face.

"which one? the tiramisu?"

it's your surprised gasp and bright eyes that has a smile stretching across his face and your own heart warms upon seeing it. because he is super cute.

"yes! oh, my gosh, yes!" you giggle, "have you had it?"

"every time i go," he chuckles out, "except tonight."

"me too," you say and the sudden thought that he wants to kiss the pout off your face comes into his head. but that would absolutely absurd because he's only known you two hours and you just got broken up with and you're a bit tipsy; there's just far too many reasons for him not to do it.

so he lifts his hand to your mouth, his thumb and pointer finger lifting your face into a smile. you giggle against his hand, opening your mouth playfully and pretending to bite it but he quickly rips it away.

"hey!" his voice is deep but teasing and it makes you squeal as you drunkely trot away from him. in fear that you'll somehow stumble over the edge, he chases after you but the sound of his feet causes you to speed up. your laugh echoes on the rooftop, his own deep chuckles and pleas of "stop!" ringing through the air.

and he wishes you would've listened because no less than ten seconds later do you trip over your shoe lace, stumbling and crashing down right on your side. he yelps your name, rushing over and is grateful to see your head didn't ricochet off the concrete.

"oops," you giggle out, rolling onto your back as you rub at your side. he kneels over you, assessing your face for any injuries and sighing in relief when you're unscathed. but then you sit up, looking around in a daze before your eyes land on the untied white lace.

"okay so not my fault....my shoe was untied."

"i see that," yunho laughs out, tapping his large hand on his knee. you look at him with a small unsure smile.

"let me tie you up."

your eyes widen for a split second, mouth dropping open and you see how bright red his face his face gets even in the dark.

"your shoe! let me tie your shoe up! so you don't fall again." you plop your foot down with a nervous laugh and watch his long fingers double knot your laces before gently placing it down. "next one," he says with a smile, "just in case."

you purse your lips to the side to hide your own, sticking your foot on him before laying back on the cold ground. he plops on his butt after he finishes tying the second shoe, watching you lay there and he hopes you don't fall asleep.

a few moments pass before he hears your quiet voice.

"what'd you say?" he asks, leaning his head towards you. but now it's his eyes that are widening, your hand pulling him by his sweater and if he didn't put his arms out, he probably would've fallen right on top of you. his large figure rolls off, laying right beside you just as you speak again.

"stars," you slur, "i wish we could see them here." because you're just staring at the black abyss, the crescent shaped moon the only thing beaming down at you. but what you'd give to see a sky full of twinkling stars, because there's a sense of wonder in them that always makes you feel better.

"i know, that'd be nice," he sighs. and it's a thought he's also had when he'd sneak up here. whether it was after rough days or okay days or great days, he always found solace up here. but he always thought, especially on those particular nights he felt gloomy, that the stars would've been good company.

"what made you take me up here, anyway?" you hum curiously.

he moves his gaze, watching you look at the sky and he feels his chest tighten. because it's like the moon is reflecting in your eyes, the only source of light shining down on you as you look up and take it all in. and even though your cheeks are red from the wind and tears and your hair is windblown and knotty, "you're beautiful."

he says it so lowly that you wouldn't have heard it if a harsh blow of wind whipped through the air. but because it didn't, because everything up here is now still and unmoving, you crane your neck to look at him.

"what?"

his cheeks flush ever so slightly because he did not mean to blurt that out. but he got lost in his admiration, in the way you looked so angelic and at peace and content and now he really has to work on answering you.

"i'm sorry," he says, voice sounding breathy and flustered. "i meant....i mean, i don't know, really. i just think it's a nice place to get away for a bit."

he thinks he might've scared you off by his compliment, watching you turn your head back to the sky and remain silent for a few beats of time. his brain is screaming at him now that you're gonna jump up and run away and think his intentions were anything but pure. but then his brain and body relax when your soft voice begins to speak up.

"it is," you squeak quietly, "i...think this was a good first choice."

"first choice?"

your head snaps to look at him again, a smile on your face at just his presence next to you. because he's the type of person who has a light around them, who makes you feel at ease and whose soul you just know is good.

"well yeah," you squeak out, "i have you as a distraction all night, right?"

a big smile of his own brightens his face and you feel your heart flutter, jumping and shifting at the way he just looks so happy.

"you do."

"well, i have our second place in mind. but we might have to take a taxi," you explain to him, "on me, of course."

"no need," he says, "this is actually my apartment building. my car is downstairs."

you huff out as your eyes roll and he chuckles when you stare at him with a pained expression.

"what?"

"you're too chivalrous!" you whine, smacking his chest lightly as you cross your legs. he only smiles as he shakes his head at you. but his heart hurts because the bare minimum for you would probably seem like an act of chivarly.

"fine. i'll drive myself there and you can walk," he teases, poking your kneecap lightly when he says the word 'you'.

"deal," you giggle and he bites his lip at the sound, placing his large arm behind his head before you continue. "but first..."

he watches you unzip his jacket, fishing inside of it before whipping out two beer bottles with a smile. "i'd like to finish these, if that's okay."

"did you smuggle those out?!" he asks, humor in his tone as he leans up on his elbows.

"well, i paid for them of course!" you squeak, cheeks heating up at the way he's looking at you with his soft eyes and red cheeks. but then it occurs to you why his poor face is probably bright red. "and since we're at your house now....can i please ask something of you?"

he raises his eyebrow at you.

"please get yourself a jacket."

2:38 a.m.

he'd been driving for a little over an hour when you quietly alert him that you've almost arrived. he'd been led to a suburban area, brick houses lined with garden gnomes and mini vans in a quiet town. he smiles when he drives around the corner and sees a fenced in playground, two jungle gyms equipped with monkey bars and slides as well as a swingset in the farthest corner.

"ah, so this is destination 2?"

"yeah..." he hears you mumble quietly, "do you think it's stupid?"

he looks over at you when he hears the almost whispered tone in your voice, eyes staring down at your lap with your hands tucked into one another tightly. it seems like you think he's gonna berate you, like you're reliving some sort of bad memory and expecting history to repeat itself.

so without thinking, he reaches out with his hand and places it over yours. the unexpected warmth causes you to jump, looking up at him with glossy, hazed eyes.

"of course not," he says softly and you swallow the lump in your throat. "i'm pleasantly surprised. i haven't been on a playground in forever."

the smallest of smiles makes its way on your face, whipping your head back to the park and wiggling your feet. "me either," you mumble.

"then let's go, shall we?" he hums, removing his hand from yours as he turns off the car and opens his door to get out. you just manage to place your hand on the handle when five seconds later, he's opening and holding the passenger side door for you.

"i'm not even gonna say it," you mumble before thanking him quietly. he chuckles as he follows you to one side of the park, a gaping hole in the fence that easily allows the average sized body to slip through. but it proves a bit more challengingly for him, a giggle leaving your mouth as you take him by the hand and pull him the rest of the way in.

"i forgot you're a giant."

he scoffs playfully at you, running past you to get to the swings first. but you're sluggish in your movements, teetering and eyes heavy because you really shouldn't have had those two drinks. you were hoping it'd liven your spirits, make you more fun and playful.

but it appears when you're as sad as you are, the fun parts of drinking get skipped over and the sorrow you're feeling only heightens. and the boy smiling at you on the swing is making it easier, the way he talked and laughed with you in the car, the way he's parading you around and keeping you company so you're not lonely and sad. but you still feel it, feel like you're being crushed by the pain in your chest and torn in two different directions.

"i shouldn't have drank," you whine, taking a seat on the swing and leaning your head against the cool chain. your statement immediately has his eyes widening, his feet stopping on the gravel and looking at you.

"why?" he asks, slight panic in his voice, "are you gonna puke?"

"no," you giggle out slightly as you shake your head. "i just...i know my company's about to get pretty depressing." you swallow the lump forming in your throat, feeling tight and like you're about to choke on it. "your distractions have been....great but i'm still feeling so- i don't know why i'm-"

you feel his hands on your knee, the warmth radiating through your pants as he's bent down and looking at you with those kind brown eyes.

"hey, it's okay," he says softly and it has tears stinging behind your own because he looks at you nicer than he ever did and here you are crying over that waste when you could be getting to know him. "it'd be unusual if you didn't, y/n, it just happened."

your teeth dig into your lip to stop it from trembling, sniffling against the cold air. "i guess...i brought him here once you know."

"yeah?"

his heart wrenches seeing you stare down at your lap dejectedly, moving your foot in small circles that his thumbs micmic on your knee. and that's the way you stay for a while, in the cold silence together as he stays bent down rubbing your knee, your eyes trailing from your lip to his long fingers that have such a gentle touch.

"when we first started dating," you finally say quietly because it was probably one the first red flags that he wasn't gonna be the best boyfriend. you'd been dating for two months, driving back into the city after his first time meeting your parents when you asked him if you could show him one of your favorite places.

and you don't know why you were so surprised when he laughed at you, raised an eyebrow and scoffed  because 'why would a grown adult wanna go to a playground?'

"did he like it?" he asks, seeing that you're in your head again.

"of course not," you laugh out humorlessly, "he thought it was so stupid. asked why either of us would even wanna go here when we're full grown adults. but i...i don't know, i came here all the time when i was younger and wanted to show him. i though it'd be fun."

he forgets he's holding onto your knee so you look down when he squeezes it between his large hand, eyes tight and jaw slightly clenched as he shakes his head.

"he's the stupid one," yunho bites into the cold air, "you wanted to show him something meaningful and he couldn't see that."

you shrug as a quiet sigh leaves your mouth. you don't even know why you keep talking but words just keep falling out of you, making you even more mopey and sad and you know he's absolutely regretting this. regretting spending his night with a whiney loser who can't stay out of her own sad head, who doesn't ever know what to say back so you lapse into silence while uncomfortable thoughts plague your mind.

"would you break up with someone like that?" he hears your voice ask lowly and his stomach twists at your question. because it was so random and out of nowhere, he knows you've probably been mulling over everything for these past few silent minutes.

"would you just spring it on a person like that? at a restaurant in front of people?"

he doesn't even have to think about his response.

"no," he mumbles truthfully, "i...don't think i could ever."

you sniffle because you had known that would be his answer. he's nice and kind and everything you wanted your boy....ex-boyfriend to be.

"but i've also never broken up with anyone before," he shares quietly.

you wipe at the lone tear that finally escaped your eye, cringing when you see your makeup on his jacket.

"oh? but you've had a girlfriend before, right?"

when he doesn't answer, your eyes widen and you quickly correct yourself when you meet his gaze. "or boyfriend..."

a small smile crosses his face as he shakes his head. "it'd be girlfriend..." he says teasingly, "but no... i've never really dated anyone, officially. just flings and stuff."

"why?" you squeak out and his eyes flicker to you, roaming your face to see an avid curiosity in your wide, glossy eyes.

"i don't know," he says honestly and he wishes he had a better answer for you. "it's not like i haven't wanted one...i just never found the right person, i guess."

you can only hum thoughtfully, nodding as you take in this new bit of information. because how is it possible that he can't manage to find the right person?

"well who would that be then?"

when he looks up from your knees, he sees you looking down at him with your head back against the chain. and if was anyone else, he'd think they were asking coyly. like they were trying flirt or be tempting.

but he knows that's not the case, even if he wants it to be.

"someone good," he says after thinking about it for a second, "someone i can have fun with but also be serious with. just someone...genuine and sweet, who i know deserves the best."

"you just described yourself," you mumble and he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him.

"yeah? i thought that kind of sounded like someone else here," he responds lowly, his deep voice causing your gaze to meet his. you bite your lip nervously at the eye contact and any other time it'd make you nervous and fidgety. but now, because you're in the state you're in, you can't look away.

and it's a state he knows you're in as well which is what causes him to look away and stand up, moving himself behind you until his hands meet the middle of your back. you jump in surprise, craning your neck back to look at him.

but before you can ask him what's happening, you start flying into the air. you let out a small squeal as you tighten your hold on the chains, his large hands pushing on your back as you swing.  

"don't fall again!"

"well, a warning would've been nice!" you squeak before another uncontrollable laugh cuts you off.

"that's not as fun."

he continues to push you until you whine for him to sit down next to you, pumping your legs as you two fight to get higher. but when he leans his head back a few minutes later and catches a glimpse of the dark sky, he's halting and grabbing you to stop the swing.

"what're you doing, cheater! i was winning!"

"come with me."

he grabs your hand and leads you over to the jungle gym, guiding you up to the highest platform before craning his neck up.

"what're you doing?" you ask as you mimic him before a gasp cuts you off. because the exposed ceiling of the playground shows off the sky full of bright twinkling stars, the lack of light pollution from the bustling city allowing you to see just what you're robbed of every night.

"the stars!" you squeal, looking at him excitedly and he feels his chest constrict like it has every time that bright smile comes out. "they're so pretty."

"they are," he mumbles, watching you plop down on the cold floor and lay out to stargaze. he smiles softly before joining you, bending his legs so he fits on the platform. and just like on the rooftop, your arms press together but neither of you make any attempts to move them.

and then if your head somehow ends up grazing his shoulder, he only peaks down with a smile that matches your own.

4:10 a.m.

once the cold got too much, lips chapped and hands red, you both ran to the car and waited anxiously for the heat to crank up. there was a sense in the air that your time wasn't over yet, neither one of you mentioning going home or ending the night despite the early morning hours creeping around.

so it's why you ended up picking up food at a 24-hour conveience store, crumps of snacks and water bottles littering the floor of his car. why you're both just pulled over on the side of the empty highway, the occurence of another flashing pair of headlights rare.

"so what do you usually do on a friday night?" you chirp as your feet rest on the dashboard, "you know, when you're not accompanying a weepy dumpee?"

"don't call yourself that," he laughs out, "but usually just at one of my friends. we're a boring bunch so you've actually spiced up my night."

"now i know that's a lie," you quip, poking his arm lightly and the sound of his deep chuckle has your cheeks heating. he is cute.

"it's not," he assures turning his head to the side to throw you a wink. "and thank you."

your body freezes as a gasp leaves your mouth, snapping your head to look at him. he doesn't laugh because of how wide your eyes are, how shocked and horrified you look that you just said that aloud, but he really wants to.

"i...i didn't say- oh, my god."

"what's so bad about that? i blurted out that you were beautiful two hours into meeting," he says, embarassment laced in his tone.

your cheeks heat at the memory, a shy smile on your face as you look down to hide the bright blush. it's daring on his part, daring to reach out and lift your face, rub his thumb along the warm skin and smile softly as he does so.

"why are you hiding?"

"because you're crazy," you say lowly, quietly, and you're cursing the dinner and the way this sweet boy affects you for your low self-esteem ruining the car's atmosphere.

"fine, i'm crazy," he says, "but you're still bea-"

"i'm not," you interupt quietly, before he can say those words and warm your heart and make you wanna kiss him. because that would be a terrible idea. even though you want to, even though you've developed the fastest crush in history and it would be so easy to just scoot over a few inches, move your head in just a little and-

"why? because he broke up with you?"

you bite your lip at the reminder, roaming over his face that's unwavering and serious. dark eyes looking into yours, focused on nothing but you with his hand still on your cheek. you swallow the ball forming in your throat as he waits for you to answer.

"yes," you mumble, feeling your eyes gloss over before you move your face to look back out the window. he sighs next to you and you can feel his gaze on you, boring into you and the tightness in your throat is almost suffocating you.

"i'm sorry, y/n, but you have to know-"

"stop it," you mumble brokenly, "please stop."

"why," he says softly and he's surprised by himself for pushing you. but he can't help it, not as he watches your fleeting moments of happiness fade in and out the way they have all night, sees your eyes water and hands start to fidget.

there's only a tense silence in the car for the next few moments, your eyes out the window and his on you as he watches your fingers fold into each other.

"he didn't deserve you," he suddenly says and you look up with your eyebrows furrowed, a humorless laugh leaving your mouth.

"how could you say that, you don't even know him," you mumble, hating that you're sitting here and defending him. and for what? you already knew he was the worst.  

"from the things you've told me. from what i saw and heard with my own ears," he tells you quietly. "i...he acted as if he wanted to be anywhere else but with you. and i just couldn't imagine why. because you seemed so... sweet and happy to be there with him."

you swallow nervously at his intense gaze and words, reaching out to fumble with the heat because it just got uncomfortably warm in here.

"why are you saying these things?" you ask suddenly, snapping your head up to look at him. "why are you still being so nice to me?"

he lets out a strangled sigh, his hard eyes looking you over and it makes something in you burn.

"i get it, you feel bad and wanted to play the knight in shining armor for a pathetic girl. but i can't take it, tonight. i can't take you...saying these things to me and not meaning it. just saying it out of pity."

"that wasn't why i did it," he's quick to say and there's something building in the air, a light buzzing as you become more snappy and he becomes more adament to prove himself to you. "and how do you know i don't mean it? i never felt pity for you."

"because it doesn't make any sense," you squeak out brokenly, "you're...you and i'm just some sad girl who can't keep her boyfriend interested enough to remember their fucking anniversary. can't keep her boyfriend happy enough to wanna stay with her and instead be dumped at-"

it's his large hand grabbing your jaw that starts it. halts your words and connects your gazes and has shaky, strangled breaths leaving your mouth. has him mumbling "stop it," through gritted teeth and you snarling a firm, "no."

and it could've been him bringing you forward or you pulling him closer but somehow, after a few beats of lingering gazes and breathy sighs, your lips connect.

at first neither of you even realized what happened, lips instinctually moving against one another and eyes shutting. his hand moves to your cheek and yours move to his shoulder, squeezing it lightly to ground yourself, make sure this is really happening because apparently the warm tingly feeling in your body isn't proof enough.

but it's what makes him rips himself away from you, chest heaving up and down from the adrenline of acting upon the feelings and actions he wanted to the moment he saw your smile on the rooftop.

"i'm sorry," he breaths out, eyes trained on the steering wheel, "i shouldn't have done that."

and if he thinks he shouldn't have done that, then you certainly don't think crawling over the console to straddle his lap would be the next appropriate move. but you do because it's like the second your lips met, you realized just how much you wanted and needed that.

his body freezes, back pressed right up against the black leather seat when watches you climb over. he looks down at you, dark eyes with a mix of agony and surprise and he's trying so hard to remain the nice, gentle boy he's been all night.

but then you bunch his shirt up between your hands, pull him down a few inches from your lips and mumble a plea to kiss you again against his mouth that has your lips crashing into one another again. his arms wrap around your waist hesitantly, your back arching when you feel how big his hands feel on your back, the warmth from his skin penetrating through your shirt. and it's all the encouragement he needs to tighten his hold around you, part his mouth and allow his tongue to sweep across your lips.

you stiffle a moan at the intrusion, meet his with yours as you slightly roll your hips on him. "y/n..." he groans against your lips but you only hum against them, body buzzing and the sound of heavy breathing fanning throughout the car only is only making you more willing to kiss him, to press yourself against his body and give yourself over to him.

but he quickly stops again, disconnecting your lips and squeezing your hips lightly. "wait..we shouldn't ...i don't wanna make you-"

"please," you say breathlessly, almost like a whine because your desire had been harboured by sadness but you now you don't even care. not with the feeling of him under you and the taste of him lingering on your lips and the way he's looking at you. "i want you."

"this isn't how how or why i wanted to distract you," he grunts out, "i swear i didn't-"

"yunho," you say, eyes boring into his and when he looks at you with wide, questioning eyes, you place a peck on his lips. "shut up."

and shut up he does when you bring his face down to yours, grinding his hips up into you at your eagerness and a tiny moan leaves your mouth at the feeling. because you feel the hint of a bulge and now arousal is just pounding through you.

your hands move to his hair, pulling and tugging and grinding against him and you hadn't realized how pent up sexually you were. and like the man under you has transformed into a new person, you just about faint when he disconnects your lips and mumbles against them, "he wasn't fucking you right, was he?"

your hazy, half-lidded gaze moves to him and you swallow at how different he looks. messy hair, red lips, dark eyes looking at you with such an intense, lustful gaze. and his voice, his deep and almost condescending tone causing wetness to pool between your legs.

"no," you whine out frustratedly.

"i can tell," he mutters teasingly and the way he says it makes your stomach flutter. his lips trail against your neck, kissing down and down as you lean your head back and bite your lips to suppress a moan.

"i'm gonna make you feel good, make you moan my name and come on my tongue and then fuck you right," he says pulling away from your neck to make you look at him, "is that good, baby? is that what you want?"

his dick twitches when he sees your roused hair and flushed face, eyes glossy and lips abused from his kiss and your teeth.

"hm?" he mutters again when you can only stare at him as your chest heaves.

"yes," you moan out and you can't believe how quickly you've fallen so needy and wet, "please."

"yes what?" he growls, "say my name."

"yunho. yes, yunho, please."

he lays you down on the seat, sliding it all the way back until he has just enough leg room to crouch down by the floor. he snakes his hands up your legs and thighs slowly, rubbing along your core and smiling when you thrash and twitch on the seat.

"are you gonna be wet for me, baby? i hope that's what i'm gonna see."

"yes, yunho," you repeat and he sharply inhales at how quickly you've learned to listen, how eager you are to respond and how you're already widening your legs.

"you're such a good girl, you know that?" he hums, undoing your pants with his fingers and you make sure to crane your neck to watch him. and it doesn't get lost on him either, smirking as his tugs your pants down to mid-thigh and you moan in response. your eyes roll back when you see his long finger trail against your wet lace thong and he has to surpress the growl in his throat.

"look at these," he hums moving them to the side just a little to graze your wetness and licks his lips when he feels his fingers get slick with your arousal.

"you," you gasp out, desperate for his touch or his tongue or just to feel him do anything but teasingly have his finger on you. "for you."

"yeah?" he mumbles, slowly moving around your dripping slit and you swallow down a loud moan. "you know. i wanted to kiss you all night," he hums, sliding your soaked thong down slowly and kissing in your inner thigh, "but i didn't think i'd get this lucky."

and with that, his hair grazes your stomach as he dips his head and places his tongue on your clit, lapping over it before trailing down to lick and taste more of you.

"holy shit," you gasp out and it only causes his tongue's assault to build frantically, sucking and licking and moaning against your wetness as he mumbles how good you taste. your hand moves to his hair, pulling and twisting the strands of hair and then gripping it harshly when you feel his finger slide into you.

"yunho," you screech out and you catch his eyes looking up at you, the image of him right between your legs, his mouth grazes over your burning core causing your own to roll back.

"look at me."

his deep voice commands it with such deep authority, so different than his sweet soft-spoken words, that you roll your head back to look at him with hazy eyes.

"i want you to watch me. watch me eat and finger this tight little pussy until you're screaming my name," he growls, bringing his other hand up to squeeze your bare thigh. "understand? i want you to watch me."

you nod your head frantically and you think you would've agreed to anything just for his tongue to go back on you and his finger to start pounding into you. and when it does, when he finally starts again between your legs, you bite your lips so your eyes don't roll back again.

because his tongue lapping over your clit, his long finger pounding up into you as looks right at you is quickly becoming too much. you can't ever remember a time oral felt like this, felt so consuming and had you making the sorts of moans and whines vibrating throughout the car.

"oh my god," you whine lowly, rolling your hips over his face but it only causes the hand not in your pussy to pin you down by your hips.

"hey," he warns lowly, his wet lips retracting from between your legs, "you've been so good for me, baby. what happened?"

"i'm sorry," you whine, "it just feels so-" his tongue laps at your clit teasingly and you screech "good, feels so good," when he sucks it into his hot mouth.

"i think i need to sit you on my cock," he says and the pride that floods through him when you clench around his finger is all consuming. "what do you think?"

"yes, yunho," you say, trying to remember how he likes you good, "please, i wanna sit on your cock." and it pays off because one second your laid out on your back, the next your pants are at your ankles and he's flipped you guys so you're straddling him again.

you feel his hardness under you, peaking down and your eyes widening when you see his sheer size. "whoa..."

your cheeks flush when you hear his deep chuckle, his hand running through your sweaty hair as he lifts your head.

"i'll be gentle."

but in a bold move, you spit on your hand and jerk his cock causing him to sputter in the seat below you. "i hope not," you mutter, eyes teasing and voice low and he squints his eyes at you.

"oh no?" he hums, "then sit."

thighs wet from the arousal dripping out of you, you swirl the tip around your slit teasingly and throw your heard back with a moan. and it's the only reason he humors it, because the way you look with your head thrown back, chest heaving and mouth hung open, is enough to make his already throbbing cock ache for you even more.

you move it to your clit, pressing him into it and grinding as a whiney cry leaves your lips. "oh my god," you squeak, your eyes shooting to his and you connect your lips again. he meets your kiss with the same fervor, taking his cock from your hold and lining it up with your entrance.

"i need to fuck you now," he growls, "please, baby."

"yes," you mumble against his lips, groaning out against him when you feel him enter you and stretch your walls. you both let out breathy moans when he fully enters, him because "you're so fucking tight" and you because "you're so big, yunho," and it's all the motivation you need to start grinding your hips onto him.

his hands dig into your hips, urging you on with coos of pet names and expletives that have you grinding and bouncing and moaning out. and if anyone were hitch hiking on the side of the road right now, it wouldn't take an expert to know just what was going on inside.

because both your deep moans and grunts are echoing throughout the car. your heavy breathing and sighs have fogged up the windows of the shaking car from your rolling and grinding and his thrusting to find that spot within you.

the spot he finds only a few minutes later that has you falling forward into the crook of his neck, bouncing your wet heat on him because you hear his strangled breathing and loud grunts until the familiar hot feeling of him releasing inside you has moans ripping out of your chests in unison.

it takes a while for your breathing to turn even, for your shaking legs to simmer and the ringing in his ears to stop. but when it does, he kisses the top of your head still buried in the crook of his neck and gently places you in the seat next to him.

he fumbles with the glove compartment and takes out a wipe, gently dabbing between your legs as you lay your head back on the leather seat.

"you okay?" he quietly laughs out seeing you still in a post-orgasm daze.

"i'm....good, great," you say, a laugh bubbling out of you before shyly thanking him for cleaning you. because even in the car, directly after an intense sex-crazed adrenaline rush, he still remembers aftercare. and you think if it was possible to fall in love with someone in a night, with a heart as fragile as yours, he'd be the person to make it happen.

"me too," he says quietly, throwing the wipe in the empty plastic bag before he looks over your face. "i...that was uh great, really great."

his face burns when you turn away to laugh into your shoulder, his deep of groan of "stop!" only making you giggle more. and like it wasn't the cause of what just happened in the first place, you mumble again that he's cute.

"also," you say, when your laugh and his red cheeks subside, "it'd probably be a good time to mention i'm on the pill."

6:49 a.m.

you're half asleep in the front seat of yunho's car, the familiar sounds of horns honking and the bustling city keeping you from falling into a full slumber. he had asked on the way back if he could bring you to one more place before you called it a night (even though the birds were chirping and sun was rising). and who were you to say no when he had smiled and asked so softly.

you pop your eyes open, hands under your cheek as you watch him silently bob his head to the soft music. he's at a red light, one hand atop the steering wheel as he looks over to see you staring.

"hey sleepy," he says, reaching out to fix your slightly messy hair. "i'm sorry, i know you're tired but we're almost there."

"s'okay," you mumble, meeting his soft eyes with a smile, "i don't wanna leave you yet anyway."

"oh no?" he hums softly and his heart tightens when you sees a shy blush cross your face.

"i didn't mean to say that," you sigh out sleepily and his small chuckle rings through the car.

"i was hoping you did," he says, hand moving from your head to pink cheek, "because i don't wanna leave you yet either."

the sound of a honk promptly ruins the moment, yunho's eyes moving to squint into the mirror before he drives off. you giggle as you shut your eyes again, burrowing yourself further into the leather.

he shakes you awake a few moments later, his hand on your shoulder as he looks down at with you soft brown eyes.

"we're here."

"where?" you mumble, sitting up and peaking out the window to see a small bakery.

"let me show you."

he gets out and meets you around the passenger side door, opening it for you and extending his hand out to you; you take it without a second thought and he smiles as he intertwines your fingers.

you walk up to the bakery door, the fresh smell of baked bread wafting through the empty store. the faint welcome from the worker is drowned out as your eyes peer over the shelves, bread and cookies and cakes lined up behind the streak-free glass.

you look up at him curiously when he leads you over to the cakes, tightening his hold on your hand when you guys stop in front of the display.

"pick anything you want."

you cock your head to the side before your eyes roam over the selection, squinting your eyes to read the script in front of every pastry when a tiny gasp escapes your lips.

"is that a-"

"tiramisu cheesecake," he confirms, "i heard it's really good here."

you stare at the glass as your heart tightens in your chest and you can't believe you have any tears left to sting behind your eyes today. but you don't wanna cry, even if they're happy tears, so it's why you lean your head against his arm and press your lips into a firm line.

"and i don't know if it's as good as that one," he says lowly, "but i figured it could hold you over until we....until you go back."

you lift your head to stare at him and he pouts upon seeing the one on your face. but before he can ask what's wrong or if he overstepped, your arm is wrapped around his body as you press your head into his chest.

"thank you," you choke out, "i....thank you." because if you try to say anymore, your hope that not even happy tears escape your eyes will be gone to shit.

and it's like he knows that. so he presses his lips to the top of your head and asks for a slice, your body still attached to his when he pays and ushers you out to the car.

and that's where you tell him you're so thankful for this cake but you also wanna enjoy the other one too. and at first he doesn't understand, his eyebrows furrowed together as he nods his head hesitantly.

"so i was thinking....maybe not this week, so i don't show up with a new boy right away...but next week, maybe we can go to-"

"yes," he blurts out and a big smile makes its way on your face when you see he can barely hold back his excitement. and he doesn't even care too.

because as he takes you home, you excitedly talk it over and exchange numbers. and he's quick to tell you you can start out as friends first, that he doesn't expect anything from you and will take this new found relationship at whatever pace you decide to set.

but you hope the smirk you throw his way shows him that you know within a few weeks time, you'll completely forget about the boy who made you so upset and dropped you into his lap, now filling you with such an excited, hopeful feeling even in your sleep deprived state.

you direct him to your apartment building and you thank him again for the night, sweet smiles and lingering gazes as you both delay separating.

but because that time has come, you gather your cake and open the door after teasing him that he better not get out and do it for you.

"so, i'll see you next week?" you ask quietly, a small shy smile on your face.

"next week," he says, watching you with a smile and light heart as you barrel up your apartment stairs and he gives himself two hours before his fingers start itching to text you.

[skeletap]

Spinal Tap waiting for Skeletor to show up to their first date at the fanciest resturant in Tahryn. He's in his nicest outfit since living on the surface, an expensive silk shirt with ruffles, pressed trousers, got custom made boots to fit his talons for this specific occasion. Even made his own cologne to wear. He's sipping on some wine he already ordered, and practically spits it out when Skeletor walks in after scaring the maitre d into letting him in. Because he's breaking dress code in his fucking laser-light armor because he doesn't actually own a single article of normal people clothing and this is the first time he's gone out for anything that wasn't evil-doing or errands he could just wear a cloak for.

And Spinal Tap STILL sleeps with him after despite this.

[teacherimagines]

Social Distancing

Male tc x Female reader

T/C/N = teacher crush’s name

Y/N = your name

Masterlist

Enjoy!

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This quarantine has been driving you crazy. Not only mentally, but also emotionally, physically, and sexually. Going from seeing T/C/N everyday to suddenly not put you in shock. You see him once in a while, on Zoom calls with multiple students. You can’t get his sole attention anymore. You can’t have those innocent glances. You can’t smell his cologne. The cute outfits you wear don’t matter. This was your senior year, and it was all just horrible timing. You’ve probably seen T/C/N for the last time already.

Today was finals, and you finished writing your last essay. As soon as you hit submit, you closed your laptop and laid back on your bed. Another school year for the books. You took a deep breath as you felt the stress roll off of your shoulders. But then a notification went off on your laptop. You felt all the stress creep back, but then you saw that it was an email from T/C/N.

Good Afternoon Y/N,

I hope you have been making it steady through these stressful times. I’ve missed having class with you, you’re a student who reminds me why I teach. Anyways, it’s been an honor getting to know you. I wanted to offer to keep in touch after you graduate, which is why I sent this through my personal email. I want to see how amazing you will do in college and continue our always wonderful conversations.

Best,

T/C/N

You felt butterflies as you read the email. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You replied to his email, taking him up on his offer. He was delighted to hear this, as expected, and the two of you were off to a new chapter in your lives.

The two of you emailed a few times a week, talking about whatever is on your mind and keeping the conversations entertaining. You suggested the idea of meeting in person one day to hang out, but T/C/N seemed unsure about it. You reassured him that you’d be wearing a mask and staying six feet of distance from him. You also said that you could go to a nearby cafe, which has outdoor seating. Sure enough, you were able to convince him to meet up with you.

When the day finally came, you suddenly felt anxious. What were you going to wear? What if today is a fluke and the outfit you wear today is the one he remembers you by? After all the emails, does he still think of you the same? Or has some new sort of fondness developed? What were you going to talk about? How will you keep conversations interesting? What were you going to order? Who’s going to pay? All of these questions flooded your busy mind as you sat on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of clothes.

You ended up choosing one of your favorite outfits, reviewing the emails, reading the news and internet for conversation topics, looking at the cafe menu online, and borrowing $20 from your mom. These tasks answered all of your questions except one: how does he feel about you now?

You drove to the cafe, where T/C/N met you promptly. As soon as you saw him, you felt that familiar, butterfly feeling you would feel when you saw him in the halls at school. When his eyes met yours, he smiled and walked over. “Hi Y/N. Lovely to see you again.” You smiled under your mask. “Hello, T/C/N, good to see you. Now, let’s get coffee.” You jumped to the chase because your mind went blank. You had a million and one things to tell him but being in his presence seemed to clear them all away for you.

You ordered your coffees without hassle, and then sat outside at a table. “Well, Y/N I have to say I am impressed with how well you’re doing. Most kids your age are having a rough time right now.” You nod. “I think it’s because the people in my life are so amazing, it just takes all the stress away.” And when you said people, you actually just meant one person, T/C/N.

The two of you spent a whole hour discussing politics, mental health, and art. It was intellectual, yet personal at the same time. You got to know each other better through the conversation. You forgot how much time had passed until T/C/N realized he had an appointment. “Listen, Y/N. I had a really great time today. Can we make this a thing? Every Friday at 2:00 we meet here?” You agreed. You were so excited that this meeting went well, and that he initiated more.

About a month passed, and each meeting became better and better as the two of you became more comfortable with each other. Somehow, one of the recent conversations turned to dating, and both of you admitted you were single. It didn’t go any further than there, but you realized that either of you could make a move at this point.

At your next meeting, T/C/N suggested a change of scenery, which caught you by surprise. “Like where?” You asked, confused. “Possibly a resturant, or a park or something. Just so we can have new experiences together or something. I don’t know. It’s totally up to you Y/N. Whatever you are comfortable with.” You nodded. “Okay, how about we go out to eat? We could go to applebees.” T/C/N smiled as he sipped a cup of coffee. “It’s a date.” The phrase made your stomach do somersaults. It’s a date. You went home that night in the best mood. You kept repeating the sound of his voice in your head.

When your ‘date’ finally arrived, you were a bit of a nervous wreck. You tried to keep as calm, cool, and collected as possible. You just tried to be the normal Y/N that T/C/N knows. However, T/C/N was not being normal, he was being flirty. You think your nervousness showed a bit. T/C/N probably picked up on this, but didn’t say anything. However, he did offer to take you out on another date, which you gladly accepted. The second one wasn’t as bad, it felt normal like at the cafe. You got used to the flirting, and what responses sounded best.

For your third date, you went mini golfing, where you totally crushed him. It was a good day of laughter and genuine fun. When you were at the last hole, you felt T/C/N’s eyes on you. You couldn’t concentrate on hitting the ball. “What is it?” You look up from the ball to T/C/N’s kind eyes. “Just taking in the beautiful view.” He said simply. “Want to see something more beautiful?” You asked him. “I’d like to see you try.” You couldn’t tell if he was smirking under his mask or not. You bit your lip in concentration as you hit the golf ball and made a hole in one. You jumped out of excitement. “Yes!” T/C/N laughed. “Yes, the view of you in pure joy was more beautiful.” He admitted. You both got quiet for a moment. “Y/N, I’m sorry I just can’t take it anymore.” He took off his mask. He walked towards you slowly. “May I remove your mask?” He asked quietly. You nodded. He gently brought his hands up to pull off your mask. His fingertips gently brushed your ears, leaving a slight tingly sensation. You took a breath of fresh air and smiled. “That’s better.” He said. “Y/N, can I do one more thing? Can I kiss you?” You nodded again. “Yes.” He slowly closed the gap between the two of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands. You closed your eyes and parted your lips. You felt his breath hover over your lips, leaving you in anticipation. Just kiss me already. You said in your head as if you hadn’t been saying it for a few weeks, or months rather. His lips finally touched yours, and you took in their plump sweetness. It was pure bliss kissing him. Your hands rested on the sides of his torso, and he kept pulling your face towards his. He even slipped a little tongue near the end of the kiss, which left you taken by surprise.

“Um, wow.” You said, and you both chuckled. “Yeah, screw this whole distancing thing.” T/C/N said as he pulled you in for another breathtaking kiss.

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[zombierocker17]

Forever, Harry Styles imagine. (Long)

Here it is. It took me two days to write this. And I hope everyone has got there tissues this is incredibly romantic. Please enjoy ❤️

You were at your shared home relaxing after a long hard week, it was a cold winter morning. You felt the soft cream colored crochet blanket that Anne, Harry’s mother had made for you last Christmas.  Mouse yours and Harry’s cat came to sit next to you, Harry named her mouse because when she ‘meows’ she sounds like a little mouse.  She nestled her small head into your arm, you pet her head and scratched behind her ears. Looking at your phone background of Harry you smiled. It was a picture of him sitting on the set of SNL smiling like the goofball he is.  Mouse meowed when she saw the picture, “I miss him too sweetie” you say petting her as you get up and head to the kitchen.

Harry was off working on stuff for his second album, he was very busy and often wasn’t home for weeks. He was supposed to be home in a week, you understood his busy schedule.   You turned on the kettle to make some tea, prepping things for tea. You realized you actually pulled out two mugs and spoons as you normally would when making tea for you and Harry. You wiped a small tear away putting the other mug and spoon away again. You poured the steamy water into your mug with your preferred tea, and walked back into the living room. Sitting on the couch again with Mouse finding her way back to your side purring. You sipped on your warm tea feeling it warm you up.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a few hours, waking up to the sound of your laptop beeping at you. It was a Skype call.  ‘Sweet creature is requesting a video call’. You sat up and answered the call to see Harry in his car smiling at you.  “Hey Babe” he said adjusting the laptop on the dashboard of his car. He looked beautiful, the light on his face was pale and bright. He had his nails painted black and his favourite black sunglasses on his head. Hair tousled around the frames, light stubble on his jaw and upper lip, which you found absolutely attractive on him. He smiled at you admiring him through the screen. "Hello??? Y/n? Anyone home? " He said chuckling as you hadn't answered him yet .

You shook your head focusing on the conversation now. “Yes, I’m here sorry, got a little distracted. How are things going babe?” you say. He chuckles knowing his effect on you “Things are going amazing actually.” Harry says scratching his jaw.  Mouse hears his voice and meows, you show her Harry on the computer. “Look who misses you babes” you say, “Hi Mousey” he says using her nickname she meows. You giggle positioning the computer again so he can see you he smiles, “I miss my girls, I-“he gets cut off by his phone ringing “One sec babe” he says answering it.  He’s on the phone for about a minute before hanging up the phone. “I’m really sorry babe I have to go do something” he says with a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay , I’ll see you later this week, I’m going to probably order some pizza then watch a movie with Mousey then go to bed” you say a little upset but trying not to show it.  “Alright I love you, bye” he says ending the call. 

You hadn't seen Harry in a month, you missed him so much. You missed the way he would pull you closer to cuddle in bed, resting his head in your shoulder. You missed his scent a light mint and vanilla smell, was his favourite cologne. You would spray it on your favourite sweater which was actually Harry's but he didn't mind you wearing it. You missed the way he would make you laugh. When he's gone the house felt empty, no laughter, no romance, no Harry. You loved him so much. Thinking about him was all you did.

You sat there in that thought for about 20 minutes, until the doorbell rang.  You thought ‘did I already order the pizza?’  Pulling out your wallet you walked to the door, digging in your wallet for cash you opened the door without looking. Then you looked up and saw Harry there in a dark grey sparkly Gucci suit with a black dress shirt, the first few buttons undone showing the edges of his chest tattoos. He was a holding a bouquet of light pink and coral roses, and a large black box. Smiling at you “Surprise Y\N”.  You almost fainted seeing him, instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, also wrapping your legs around his waist kissing him.  “I thought you were going to be back next week? “ You asked tearing up a bit. “Change of plans, things got done a lot faster than I thought. So I get to come home.” He says. “Oh Harry I missed you so much” You say hugging him tight. He puts you down and walks into the house, He hands you the box and sets the roses on the table.  “Go put that on we have reservations for dinner” he said pushing you upstairs to the bedroom, he walks downstairs to put the roses into some water.

You open the box, it’s a dress. A dark grey long dress, the same color as his suit.  It has a sweetheart neckline with small black gemstones across the top. You quickly styled your hair into a sweet up do with little hairs hanging out. Light amount of makeup, and some black strappy heels.  You admired yourself in the mirror, the dress hugged all of your curves before flaring out below the knee. It made you feel like a goddess.

You walked down the stairs to see Harry’s back facing you, kneeled down petting Mouse. She meows looking at you, Harry turns to see you before saying. “For the first time in my life I know the difference between pretty and beautiful” you blush and he leads you outside towards a black sparkly limo. Harry greets the driver "Hello Altman ", "Hello Mr.Styles, and hello to your lovely lady" the driver says shaking your hand. He opens the limo door helping you in. Harry joins you in the limo after telling the driver where to go.

After driving for a while the limo stops in front of a small looking building, it had slate stone walls and large windows, it looked dark inside with very little light. Altman opens the door helping you out with Harry behind you. The restaurant had the name on a sign near the doors, the sign said Buried Beneath. Harry held the door open for you as you walked in like the gentleman he is. The entry room was small you wonderd how this was a resturant . Walking to the small check in table there was a tall very thin man with thin rimmed black glasses. "Welcome to Buried Beneath, what is your code word? " the man asked. You were confused, Harry simply said "Eroda ". The man nodded typing into the tablet " Mr.Styles?" Harry nodded " Right this way" the man lead you two down a short hallway to some stairs going down. Harry helped you down the stairs until you entered an area. A short thin woman around maybe 40 years old leads you two into the dining area.

The dining area was dark with beautiful high ceilings and red lights, dark furniture and decorations. It was a bit overwhelming, Harry saw that you were a bit nervous so he put an arm around your waist comforting you. You could smell the familiar cologne on him, you relaxed as the woman brought you to your table it was in the back of the room a more private section. Harry pulled out your chair letting you sit before he did. A waiter came for your drink orders, Harry orders a bottle of their house wine for you to share. You shared a platter of seafood and salads. (Or whatever you like to eat) Everything tasted incredible, the wine was rich in flavor. Harry was telling you about what he was working on for his new album. About the word Eroda and what it meant, he told you there was a song to go with it and that it was going to be released in a few days for the fans.

After the meal was finished Harry paid the bill with a very generous tip, he also purchased 3 bottles of the red wine. He really enjoyed it. You left the restaurant Harry helped you into to limo again. It was dark out now with thousands of stars in the sky, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You returned home and Harry led you to he bathroom helping you out of your dress placing it on the dresser along with your shoes. He started to run a bath with candles burning and bubble bath. You stood naked in front of him, he admired your figure tracing your collarbones tracing up to your jaw. Lifting your chin to kiss him, it was a long passionate kiss.

Harry then stripped naked and climbed into the large steamy bath with You laying on his chest. You traced your fingers under the water against his lower abdomen vines tattoos. He chuckles " I adore you Y/N" he says "what?" You say as Harry grabs a small remote. He pushes on of the buttons at the small stereo speaker you had in the bathroom. A soft pop beat comes out a song you've never heard before.

Harry starts singing :

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You look as his lips as he sings, like an angel the words effortlessly pour out of mouth. Every now and again he would gently give your side's a squeeze. He truly loved you through and through, and you knew it. When he finished singing, he wiped a small tear from your face. "What do you think?" He asks blushing. You got up so you were now straddling him " Harry that was beautiful, the fans will love It, I love you Harry " your about to kiss him when he stops you. He reaches out of the bath into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small ring box and places it on the ledge of the bath.

" Y/N , we've been together for 4 years and I've loved every minute of it. Your incredibly important to me. Your beauty is undeniable, your personality is flawless. Every time I look at you my heart beats faster. I can't explain your love, it's better than words. And if you love me as much as I love you I hope you will say yes." He opens the box to show a decent sized diamond engagement ring. " Y/N would your marry Me?" He asks holding the box in front of you "Yes I will Harry!" You say as he pulls you in for an even more passionate kiss than before.

You spend the evening cuddled on the couch with Mouse in your lap, underneath the cream crochet blanket. Harry by your side from now till forever.

This was fun. Let me know if you enjoyed it! ❤️-Briana

[m0th-rambles]

What I think my f/os smell like

•Scout: The 8th grade boys lockeroom and bubble gum!!! Hes so fucking gross!!!

•spy: Really fancy perfume to make up for the fact he probably doesnt shower due to he doesnt want his face being seen. Also like, fire wood and you guessed it ✨ciggies✨

•sniper: Im not gonna say. Im not gonna say other than a hint of aftershave and blood. You can guess what he smells like

•medic: Rubbing alcohol and dentist office. I like that a lot tho its one if my comfort smells. Oh also like stale blood which is kinda gross

•kim pine: Mens body wash she stole from scott but its a vibe

•ramona flowers: Cigarette smoke and probably stolen Victoria secret perfume

•murdoc niccals: Ahah, ✨rot✨ different phases smell different, phase 1-2 being the worst with cheap cologne and sweat, 3 is alcohol, phase 4-6 is probably just cigarettes and some bougie soap he stole from noodle

•Prince Zuko: Ash and for whatever reason? Rose water. I feel like thats cause of mai tho. He smells nice tho

•Jfk clone high: An overpowering amount of mint and axe.

Mint cause yea hes gotta be ready to kiss some women and axe cause thats just him.

•joan of arc clone high: Cinnamon candles...ik shes our emo queen but cinnamon candles

•papyrus: Something called ✨dust and italian resturant✨ i feel like he smells like oregano,,,

•Lupin: Like 12 different colognes. He at least smells ok if you can actually breathe near him.

•Jigen: Whens the last time this mans has showered??? In the first his hair is so. fucking. greasy. He smells like stale cigarettes and rot when hes not clean, when hes clean he smells like after shave :3

•Goemon: Clothes. He smells like clean clothes.

[darlingloverboy]

1, 3, 12, 16, 17, 22

hi baby

1. mmm i think ur lap would be softer but if we were like on a bus or park id probably lean on ur shoulder

3. u kno its netflix u kno its watching documentaries and i either lose my shit laughing or crying during them babe, u kno this babe

12. neon i wear rlly bright colors babe n bright colors r SEXY

16. mm i dont have a cologne i use or like, kno the smell of but i have 2 perfumes i use sometimes n they rrrrr FORever SUNSHINE and strawberries & champagne (also my hair smells like coconut i think if that also counts, probably not but thats like, most consistent smell i think)

22. i like people sitting in my lap more babe so what i msaying is if u sat in my lap id melt

ok im gonna do multiple “ideal dates” under the cut but any r hot when im w u babe 

17. ok so im gonna break it done sorta

“stay at home“ a- make dinner together, either a favorite or smth new that we think we’ll like- maybe make dessert like brownies later, opt definitely- we do lots of arts n craft of really silly things or we watch art memes or sketchbook tours or smth- make a pillow fort- we finish the night w like bob ross or smth- overall super artsy/creative night

“stay at home“ b- we order in food, or go like to a fast food place like wendy’s n come home w it- curl up in lots of blankets, lots of pillows, comfort is most important- we watch vines or movies all night- alt we play a lot of video games or maybe we play monopoly n one of us moves out who knows- maybe even a combo who knows

“go out” a- this would be like either all day or day time date- we’d go to museums in the city- we have to take the train babe thats not negotiable- slight alt of this is going down to like the baltimore aquarium but thats like all day

“go out“ b- this could be all day or really any time of day- we go out to get food, doesnt matter when but at some point while out, we’d go to a diner or resturant- we could also go to the movies or bowling- we make it gay n kiss a lot- maybe mini golf to- maybe we do window shopping and end up buying smth- idk smth local but cute

“driving“ not rlly date but kind of a fun idea idk- we make a playlist to listen to while driving the day we go driving or the night before? maybe pre emptively idk babe- probably very spontanous- we drive somewhere, we don’t know, but we drive- we could drive until the playlist runs out or smth n then stop wherever we land- could be hit or miss- maybe we find a farmers market- maybe we play pokemon go or just games while doing it- idk but we’d make it gay

i love u n i just messed w this a lot

[pocky-girl-scenarios]

Secret Youjin x Reader

Anon: “”Hi! I'm glad that you're feeling better :) Can I request a scenario where the reader is a staff member of KNK and have been in a secret relationship with Youjin for quite a while (like a year or something) and everything is fine until one day one of the members discovered them by accident?” My first time writing a proper KNK scenario! (If you don’t count the small blurb that they were in Love is War.) This was fun to write, and sorry if the ending isn’t too good.XD MASTERLIST

Youjin X reader Fluff

Wordcount: 1031

You shuffled through the papers that surrounded you. Working for YNB Entertainment a few years ago had seemed a blast. But that was before the group you helped to manage, KNK, debuted. Lately, they had started to grow more in popularity, so more and more variety shows were inviting them to make appearances. Even a few magazines had asked for a chance to have them as models. While, yes this was all good publicity for the boys, it all meant more paperwork for you to fill out.

Sighing, you laid your head down for a moment, It was late and all you wanted to do was go home and facetime your boyfriend until his voice lulled you into sleep.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the door slowly being opened. Large hands lightly rested on your shoulders before they started to massage your tense muscles. Humming contently, you leaned back into the touch. You could tell from the scent of cologne surrounding you that it was none other than your boyfriend.

“No, don’t stop.” You pouted when his hands left your back. He turned your chair so you were facing him. Smiling, you lightly placed your hands on either side of his face and planted a small kiss against his lips. “Youjin, what are you doing here? It’s late.”

Youjin had been your boyfriend for the last year or so. The two of you have been doing your best to keep it a secret from everyone, and the only people who knew were your parents and one of the managers. The rest of KNK didn’t know just incase they accidentally spilled the information on an interview.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “It’s after midnight and you’ve been overworking lately. You should go ahead home.” Youjin reached up and tucked a stray hair back behind your ear. Smiling, you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. Relishing this moment caused exhaustion to hit you harder.

“Okay… I guess I can finish all this tomorrow then.” Youjin nodded, standing to help you organize all of your papers. You grabbed your coat as Youjin put on a face mask before the two of you walked out of the building together.

The outside air was cold, causing you to shiver. This didn’t go unnoticed by Youjin, for he tucked you in close to his side. Nestling into his side as you walked down the street, Youjin looked down at you.

“Are you hungry? I know a place that should be open for about another hour. We could get somehting quick, even if it’s to go.” He asked.

“Mhm. It sounds good to me.” You replied, smiling up at him as he lead the way.

He lead you two to a cute little place that sold different types of fried chicken. The bell above the door rang loud and you surveyed the place. There wasn’t any ohter customers there except for two people towards the back of the resturant. Ignoring them, you and Youjin went to the counter to order before sitting down.

The two of you sat a few tables down from the other customers, at a table that had a booth seat. You sat on the booth side with Youjin, laying your head on his sholdure while you waited for you food.

That was until you heard a familiar laugh.

It was quiet, and had there been other people in the resturant you probably wouldn’t have heard it. With wide eyes you looked up at Youjin to see if he had heard it too. From the expression of shock and slight anxiety you guessed that he had heard it too. Not knowing what to do, you peaked around Youjin to look at the source of laughter and confirm your suspisciouns.

The laughter came from one of the two others in the resturant. He was tall, skinny, and had short red-brown hair. Immediatly you recognized it as Seungjun. Eyes drifting over to the other male with him, you saw it was Heejun.

“Shit.” You whispered under your breath. “It’s Seungjun and Heejun. Why aren’t they at the dorms?”

“I guess they got hungry too.” Youjin whispered back, not daring to look behind him. “We can just quickly eat then leave. They probably won’t even notice who we are.”

“Yah! Y/N-ah! Is that you?” A voice yelled out. You recognized it as Heejun and immediatly tried to hide your face.

“You spoke too soon.” You shot at Youjin. He gave you a apologetic smile and pulled his face mask back up over his mouth and nose.

“Y/N-ah!” Seungjun practically squealed your name, getting up out of his chair and moving to sit infront of you. Youjin pulled his hood further over his  face to try and hide. “What are you doing here so late? And who are you with?” He questioned.

“Hey oppa.” You said, smiling nervously at him. “I just left work and was hungry, so I came here.” You avoided answering his question as to who you were with. While, it was inevitable that the relationship with Youjin would come out, the two of you weren’t planning to come out any time soon.

“Ahhh.” Seungjun said, nodding his head. Heejun slipped into the seat next to him as a waiter came out with the food you and Youjin had ordered.

“Who’s with you? Is that…” Your heart nearly stopped as Heejun squinted at Youjin. “Ah! Youjinie hyung!”

Youjin stiffened beside you. Giving you a nervous glance before he looked back at Heejun. Reluctantly, he pulled his hood and mask down. Heejun and Seungjun looked at you two with a look of complete and utter shock for a few seconds.

“I knew it!” Heejun nearly screamed. “I knew there was something going on between you two!”

“W-what?” You asked, shocked by his reaction.

“Yeah! The looks you two give eachother. And the way you fuss over him. All of us had a feeling, but we weren’t sure until now.” Heejun smirked at you two as you stared at him dumbfounded.

“Well. I guess we’re not a secret anymore.”

[europe-in-a-motorhome]

Dag 11. 181 Km Cologne/Bacharach/Ingelheim.

Na n aangename nag in Cologne langs dien Rhyn besluit ons vroegoggend om eers gou voorrade aan te vul by die naaste supermark. Ons vertrek eers teen 10h30 vanaf ons oornagplek langs die Rhyn in die rigting van Bonn. Die aanvanklike uitgangs roete was maklik maar maak ons tog n draai of twee in baie nou straatjies. Ons word ook beproef met pad verleggings wat ons en die GPS bietjie van styk af bring. Ons ry egter deur die mooiste dorpies langs die Rhyn rivier en kom eers teen 18h00 by ons beoogde oornagplek aan. Ons deel vanaand die slaapplek op n baie mooi wynplaas met 4 ander ryhuise. Ons gaan stap later deur die dorpie en eet lekker aandete by n resturant op die dorpsplein.