#someone pls come pry this out of my dying hands

[peachyydesires]

I love this blog so much!! Can you do a Keiji x criminal reader? So basically the reader is a wanted criminal, but don’t do anything too drastic that’d hurt somebody but one day Keiji finds the reader and arrests them, but a few years later when their prison sentence is up Keiji actually confessed his feelings to them :0

Danger (Keiji x Reader)

pairing: police-officer! keiji x criminal reader (see anon request above)

word count: 4,770 

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: gun use/mention, suggested violence (no gore or murder however)

a/n: omg anon i am SO sorry that this took so long to finish!! with my vacation, breaks, and event i never got the chance to post this but it never left my mind. i did go... a bit overboard this time with the word count but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless and once again im so sorry for the wait!! im also trying out a new style so excuse how bad quality the header is eweweww

   “This is the worst idea in the world.” You sighed, drumming your fingers on your thigh anxiously as you looked out the window towards the grocery store you were about to rob. The gun in your belt felt like a 5-pound weight, even though it was merely a handgun. 

   “Pfft, don’t be such a wimp. Nobody’s gonna catch us; the police have been lacking lately anyways.” The leader of your little group, Lukas, scoffed, and you could see his eyes roll in the front view mirror as he shook his head. 

   The second one in the trio, Evelyn, turned around in the passenger’s seat to look at you with a goofy smirk on her face, “Come on, just live a little. You know what we say, right?” 

   You looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hair as you mumbled, “Steal from the rich, give to the poor...Even though this is a measly grocery store.” 

   “You have to start somewhere.” Lukas shrugged and unbuckled himself from the driver’s seat, reaching down and pulling out three unique masks, each with their own coverage and designs. He distributed each of them, a frown tugging at your lips as you studied yours.

   Really? One of those cliche kitsune masks? I didn’t know these actually existed… You thought as you absentmindedly pulled the strap back and put the mask over your face. You knew it wouldn’t be able to do much if it fell off, but some security to your identity put a little peace in your mind.

   The only problem was that you were already a wanted criminal.

   While you weren’t exactly well-known thieves, your group had definitely sparked some attention in the community. After years of shoplifting from major stores around the city, your earnings from previous heists were beginning to pile up as your warrant only got heavier by the day.

   Luckily, you were the weaker, lesser-known chain of the group; you didn’t steal very many high-priced objects, and your warrant wasn’t as large as the other infamous, modern-day Bonnie and Clyde duo that made up the rest of the crew. 

   Yet you had never even attempted a robbery this intense before. All of your ‘heists’ were really just plain old shoplifting, and this would be the first time you’d be demanding to empty a cash register. 

   “Are we really sure we should move into armed robbery so fast?” You asked with an unsure expression on your face as your hand trailed down towards the pistol. 

   The pair groaned in sync, giving each other an annoyed look before Evelyn turned around with her mask on. It was rather creepy; her’s was just a simple, white mask with a wide, eerie smile printed onto it, one that seemed to stare deep into your soul as she slightly tilted her head at you, “Really? Of course, we’re sure! We’ve been planning this for months now, and we’ve been shoplifting for nearly 3 years. We have to step up our game eventually, or we’ll never be taken seriously!”

   You slightly squirmed in your seat, knowing the malice that was probably hiding behind Evelyn’s mask. You had never really wanted to get into the whole crime business anyway, but it was hard to reject their offer to join them at the time when you were nearly living on the streets.

   “We’re only wasting time by sitting here discussing,” Lukas cut in, impatiently turning around in his seat to look at the two of you. He had on a clown mask, one with a sinister grin that was permanently etched into the plastic of the mask, “We need to go now before the patrol officers go out.”

   Evelyn nodded in agreement, quickly unbuckling herself from her seat and taking her gun out from her purse. Lukas drew his own as well, and you followed behind as you unclipped the handgun from your belt loop. 

   Without a second thought, the pair had gotten out of the car and were already in the trunk grabbing the empty bags along with extra magazines just in case things got messy. They had never pulled anything off like this either, and the thought of using all of the bullets Lukas had brung brought a sick, gut-wrenching feeling to your head as you got out of the car as well.

   After handing you your bag, the three of you effortlessly crossed the parking lot and just as you neared the grocery store, a few civilians inside the building looked up and spotted the three of you. But they had no time to react as Lukas kicked the entrance door open and yelled, “This is a robbery! Put your hands above your heads and get flat on the ground, now!” 

   There were a few yells and shouts as a few people tried to scramble at first, running towards the other exit but Evelyn had made sure to go around the other way to block the doors from the civilians as she threateningly aimed her gun at whoever came close enough.

   Once everyone was down on the ground, you strode over towards the cashiers. With your gun held up, you yelled in a gruff voice, “Who’s the manager? I’m going to need all the cash in this place, and fast!” One good thing about you tagging along was your ability to mimic others so easily; you could be intimidating if you really wanted too, which usually came in handy every now and then.

   However, guilt began to claw at the back of your mind as the elderly manager stood up and motioned over to the nearest register. He didn’t look even remotely scared; he had more of a calm look as if this exact same situation had happened to him before. 

   You stayed silent as you followed him, taking a moment to grab the empty bag over your shoulder and open it as wide as you could. The man began taking large handfuls of money out of the machine, tossing them into the bag. His old, wrinkly hands were slightly shaking as you held the gun up to his head. 

   Evelyn soon joined you as she went to the next cashier, forcing the stationed worker to unlock the register and empty it into her own bag. You were beginning to get suspicious as the minutes seemed to drag by endlessly with no commotion. 

   It was all going too smoothly, which is when you knew  something was wrong.

   Lukas soon came running into the store, his gun carelessly spinning in his hand as he hissed, “Cops!” 

   Panic began to course through you as you quickly withdrew the gun from the manager’s head and pulled the strings on the bag until it was securely closed. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to hold both a ginormous money bag and a gun steady at the same time, but there was no time for questions as the rest of the group began running towards the back exit.

   However, you didn’t get very far as a deep, rough voice shouted, “Stop! Put your hands up and drop your guns.”

   You spun around quickly on your toes and aimed the gun without hesitation at the muscular blonde officer that was chasing the three of you, your finger already on the trigger as you prepared to shoot. Yet your mistake was very simple as you locked eyes with him, and you felt your heart stop immediately.

   He was just any other human being, but that was the problem. He looked afraid- he knew you could easily destroy his life with one pull of the trigger. You had never shot anyone or anything in your lifetime and hadn’t even dreamed of doing so. You couldn’t bring yourself to take away another human life; sure, you could steal without a moment’s hesitation, but murder? 

   It was out of the question. 

   The guilt rapidly overcame you as your dominant hand began to shake. The money bag seemed heavier as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders somehow. Your mouth formed silent, unspoken words as you couldn’t get your body to even move as you kept eye contact with the man. 

   He seemed stunned too, confusion beginning to ebb onto his face as he had no clue why you hadn’t shot him already. Lukas and Evelyn seemed just as confused as they stood behind you, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you held them up.

   “Just SHOOT him already!” Lukas yelled angrily, yet you just couldn’t respond. You were stuck in a sticky situation; you wanted to run, but your body refused to cooperate with your mind as you stared aimlessly at the officer. Lukas didn’t know whether or not to leave you, although Evelyn didn’t seem to hesitate with the decision.

   Your bag was quickly ripped from your hands as she snatched it from you and broke out into a sprint, urging Lukas to go along with her. While they usually lived by the saying ‘leave no man behind’ they couldn’t afford to get arrested now. 

   As the realization hit you that you were being ditched, your body shut down as you fell to your knees. Unsuspecting tears began to form in your eyes as you began to question why you were so ready to shoot another human being. The gun fell out of your hands as you let go of your grip on it, your blood turning ice-cold as your mouth was left agape.

   Your mask was soon ripped off of your face as the same blonde police officer came over, tilting your chin up so you would look at him again. Your lips formed the silent words of an apology, but no sound came out as your soul burned with shame. 

   The rest of the night went by in a blur as you were handcuffed and escorted out of the grocery store. Dozens of reporters were crowded around the building, cameras flashing in your face as they tried to get you to speak up. But your voice was completely lost as the world went numb and blurry around you.

   You were completely unfocused as you were shoved into the back of a police car. The dull sound of sirens echoed hauntingly in your ears as you stared out the window, barely even noticing the sound of the highway as the car started cruising away towards the police station.

   You hadn’t seemed to notice either that the man driving the police car was actually the one you had almost shot; his name was Keiji Shinogi, and while he wasn’t too high ranking in the force, he was definitely up there. He was used to dealing with cases such as yours, but you were… 

   Different.

   You were the first robber he had seen to actually hesitate on their actions. Whether it was because you were young or not, your sense of good had overwhelmed you back in the store. 

   He knew you could’ve taken his life right then and there. Yet somehow, he was still oddly intrigued by you. He could tell just from how Lukas and Evelyn had reacted that you actually had a good heart; you were just thrown into the wrong group of people, and he managed to figure that out pretty quickly.

   The image of the fear on the officer’s face seemed to be permanently ingrained in your head. You couldn’t think about anything else; not how you were about to go to jail for the first time in your life, not the driver, and not even Lukas and Evelyn could distract you from the image. 

   Slowly, as your vision became blurry, pure regret began to ebb onto your face as silent tears formed in your eyes, which didn’t go unnoticed by Keiji. Your throat began to swell up into a sort of strangled sob, and you were about to let out a wail when you were cut off, 

   “Hey. It’s okay, you know. You didn’t hurt me. I’m still alive, you did no harm.”

   You blinked, startled as you looked up. You hadn’t noticed at all that the cop driving the car was the one you had pointed a pistol at. Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly, not knowing how to respond as your brain tried to process his words as he went on, “You’re a good person. I know you didn’t want to shoot me, and that’s why you dropped your gun back in the store. You’re not a bad person.”

   “B-But I almost murdered you!” You suddenly blurted out, your eyebrows raised as far as they could possibly go on your head. Your tears over spilled, creating thin lines down your cheeks as you were unable to wipe them. 

   The officer silently pulled the car over, turning the ignition off before turning around to face you. He shook his head, “Yes, but almost is a keyword. You weren’t going to shoot me, no matter what.” 

   “How d-do you know t-that?” You choked on the words, a lump forming in your throat as you looked away, unable to make eye contact with the man. He merely shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he reached over and gently tilted your chin over so you would look at him.

   “I just...Know. You’re nearly an open book... Here, let’s make a bet. If I can guess your situation correctly then you have to believe me when I say you’re not a bad person, okay?” 

   “And i-if you guess incorrectly?”

   His small smile turned into a laid-back grin as he shrugged his large shoulders back and promised, “Then you don’t have to believe a word I say.”

   You sniffled, the flow of tears on your face refusing to lighten up as you nodded slightly, “O-Okay. Go ahead.” 

   “Okay so… You were looking to make a quick buck at first but then you got involved with the wrong group of people. You got dragged into a life of crime, and it was too dangerous for you to somehow back out plus the loss of a somewhat steady income scared you. Which, therefore, is how you got put into the messy situation you were in earlier today.” He tilted his head slightly as he studied your face, the same easygoing grin still spread out on his face.

   Your lips parted as you, once again, struggled to use your words. While other people would get impatient with you at this point, Keiji stayed where he was, studying you silently the entire time until you finally managed to mumble, “Well… Y-You’re not w-wrong. At all.” 

   “It’s the Officier Vision, I tell ya. Well, now that you’ll believe me, you’re not a bad person, you hear me? You did nothing wrong, you were just thrown into a bad circumstance,” He smiled warmly as he reached up with his thumbs and quickly wiped the tears off of your face as he teased, “And don’t cry, sweetheart. It doesn’t fit your scary robber look that well.” 

   You let out a snort, a weak smile spreading out on your face as you shook your head. It was the first time that night you had actually smiled, and somehow it was all because of the cop you had nearly murdered. 

   The rest of the ride was filled with comforting remarks and calm conversation as the officer talked to you. He managed to even get a few smiles and laughs out of you before he informed you about what would happen next. There would be a court case in the next week or so, but other than that you would be following the prison’s schedule. 

   Once you were there, it took a few hours before you were secure in a jail cell. You had no roommate, and the hallway was eerily silent. Everybody must be asleep already... You thought with a slight sigh as you slumped down with your back against the bars. Never in your life had you imagined you’d be locked away in a jail cell, rotting away your days with barely anything to do.

   You sat there for what seemed like an hour, staring blankly at the wall as you thought about everything that had led up to this point. It wasn’t until you started hearing faint footsteps in the hallway that you finally snapped out of your trip down memory lane. 

   Peering over your shoulder, your eyes widened as you recognized the patrolling officer. This has to be a coincidence. First I almost shoot him in a grocery store and then I get arrested by him? Now, this?  

   You didn’t know what overcame you- was it your loneliness that convinced you to suddenly call out to him, or was it the need for affection that did? Either way, as soon as you realized that it was him you suddenly called out, “Officer!”

   You watched as he visibly froze in his tracks as he recognized your voice; he spun around on his heels and locked eyes with you, at first cocking an eyebrow in confusion before his natural warm smile spread out on his face.

   “Well, if it isn’t none other than my little gangster,” He hummed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked over to your cell. You felt your face flush as you lost your words for yet the third time that day.

   “What’s up?” Curiosity soon replaced his easygoing expression as he looked down at you, “I know you didn’t call me over to ask if I could try and break you out of here, sooo…” 

   You mirrored his expression, raising your own eyebrow as you teasingly responded, “Or did I? What would you say if I did ask you to break me out of here? Would you propose that we go run off into the sunset while this prison explodes behind us?”

   A blank expression washed over his face as his lips slightly parted, one finger raised in the air as he tried to come up with some sort of witty response to your seriousness but it was nearly impossible until you finally confirmed,

   “I’m just kidding, officer. I just...Need some company, I guess. It gets lonely with no roommate and nobody else to talk to besides yourself, really,” You paused for a moment, your eyes darting to the floor as you hesitated before you continued, “I know it’s dumb but do you mind...staying here? Even just for a little bit?”

   You stared at the floor, cringing as you waited for your obvious rejection. Stupid, stupid… Who do you think you are? Asking a cop to what, stay wi-

   “Sure.”

   “H-Huh?!” You sharply snapped your head up, looking up at Keiji in bewilderment. 

   He easily cracked another smile, a small chuckle escaping from his lips as he began scratching at the back of his neck lightly, “Why do you look so surprised? Of course, I’d stay here any day over work. You really think I’d turn talking to you down for what, aimlessly patrolling these lackluster halls for another 3 hours?”

   You let out a snort, rolling your eyes silently as you didn’t have a good enough response. You hadn’t actually known what you were really expecting from him, but it certainly wasn’t a yes. “You know, I never got your name.”

   The blonde officer crouched down, gently sitting down on the cold slate ground as he looked over at you, “Really? Do you realize how dangerous it is for a policeman to give out his name instead of an alias?” He paused, taking a moment to ‘think’ before he teasingly added with a wink, “Lucky for you, I like danger. A little too much. My name is Keiji Shinogi, but I’ll also let you call me Your Friendly Neighborhood Policeman too if you’d like.”

   Before he could even finish his sentence your cheeks were soon dusted with a sweet light pink as his words sunk in. You frantically shook your head, trying to brush him off but it was nearly impossible with him sitting so close to you (somebody remove those damn bars already).

   “W-Whatever.”

   The hours flew by as you fell into an easygoing conversation with him. It just… flowed so smoothly. You easily transitioned through topics, taking turns telling each other stories without even realizing it. 

   “...Aand that’s the story of how I nearly got arrested by my own coworker.” Keiji snickered, a hand over his ribs as his chest began hurting from how hard he had been laughing. He hadn’t laughed like this in a long time, and it was good for him to finally forget about his duties for once.

   The large smile on your face refused to go away as you finished laughing, clutching your stomach with both hands as you momentarily forgot all of your issues. “That sounds terrible!” You giggled.

   Keiji let out a light, dragged-out sigh as he rested his head against the bars, the small grin on his face never going away as he stared at you through the bars. He was silent for a moment as he studied you, but soon his grin enlarged as he softly went on, “You remind me of my younger self, you know that?”

   “Hmm?” You hummed, looking up at him and slightly jumping back once you realized how close he now was. If it weren’t for the bars, you weren’t exactly sure what else you would do with him sitting right there. “How so?”

   “Well…” He started, locking eyes with you as he smiled, “You have a kind heart and some good intentions in mind, even if they don’t always work out. Look, can I tell you a secret?” 

   You cocked an eyebrow as you mirrored his expression, “Well, considering I have no one else to talk to in this prison other than you, I’d consider myself pretty trustworthy.”

   “You make a good case, sugar. Now I have to tell you, huh?” Keiji chuckled as he shifted, repositioning himself so his side was pressing up against the bars now, “I’m just like you. I can’t shoot a gun. Can barely even hold one, for that matter.”

   Your eyes widened as soon as you had processed his words, your jaw dropping a little as you furrowed your brows in shock. What? An officer that can’t shoot? How does that make sense...How does he keep his job?

   He studied your face silently for a moment, his small smile nearly melancholic as he went on, “I’ll tell you one day how it happened. But that’s a story for another day...Anyways, I’m glad you didn’t shoot that gun. And not just because I’d be dead by now, no, but because I wouldn’t wish my trauma upon anybody else. It’s a major burden, like a constant thundercloud over your head. It’s...Scary, and sometimes you wish you could just forget it all. It’s painful, and it invades nearly your everyday life; your dreams, your subconscious, your thoughts, hell, even your mind isn’t safe...” He trailed off.

   As your expression relaxed you watched his own face carefully as he let out a shaky breath. It looked like it had taken him a lot to say even just that, yet he still tried to keep his relaxed emotions at the front to make it seem like nothing was remotely wrong.

   You slowly slipped your hand in between the bars, gently resting it on top of his nearest hand. He looked over at you, a mix of confusion and woe in his face that slowly began to ebb away as you took his hand in yours, no words really needing to be exchanged at that point as you comforted him in peaceful silence.

   “I think we’ll be okay.”

                                                         ✰     ~     ✰

   The years in your sentence had seemingly flown by.

   Prison had proven itself to not have been a major challenge for you; while the overall filth of it all was a bit overwhelming at first, you easily fell into a simple routine. As the months went by, you worked harder and harder to gain ‘good conduct time’ credit, and had managed to shorten your sentence by a year or two. You ended up ratting out Lukas and Evelyn with some reassurance from Keiji that they’d never see or contact you again, considering they would be in prison for much, much longer than you.

   Meanwhile, you had only grown closer to the officer you had met on the fateful night of the grocery shop robbery. Between sneakily holding each other’s hands and hugging quickly when nobody was looking, you had managed to talk to each other nearly every night whenever he was on shift. You somehow never ran out of topics to talk about, and you found each other’s presence rather...comforting, of all things. 

   But now you were being released, now allowed back into society seemingly cleansed of your crimes. You were beyond ready to finally forget about your lowlife as a criminal and start fresh, even though it would be considerably harder with a criminal record.

   You tapped your foot impatiently in the office, clutching your belongings that were stuffed into a bag tightly as you waited for a police officer to arrive and escort you out. You felt slightly anxious; while you had managed to say your final goodbyes to Keiji the night before, some part of you just wasn’t ready to move on from him. 

   It wasn’t until you felt a strong, comforting arm on your shoulder that you snapped out of your thoughts. You looked up and locked eyes with none other than Keiji, and you couldn’t help but widely smile as a warm feeling flooded your chest.

   “Hi there, cutie. Almost looked like you didn’t want to leave for a moment earlier, what’s that all about?” He teased lightheartedly, taking his hand off your shoulder as he began walking towards one of the side entrances.

   You followed alongside him, almost like a puppy dog as you smiled expectantly up at him, “Well, I thought my Friendly Neighborhood Policeman had ditched me. You can only imagine how hurt I was while thinking about that, right?”

   He snorted, a grin emerging onto his face as he reached for the keys in his pockets and began unlocking the door, “Really? You think I’d ditch you, after all these years? How low do you think of me?” 

   You gently elbowed him in the side as you snickered, “Very, very low.” 

   He merely hummed in response, shaking his head as he opened the door and began heading for the next gate. It was a rather quiet walk after that; you were unsure how you were supposed to split from him once you left the prison, considering you never really wanted to leave his side. 

   You snuck a glance at him, quickly looking up at his expression before looking away. He seemed to be in some sort of deep thought- his eyebrows were furrowed and his smile had shrunk into more of a quizzical pout. It was a look you had never seen on him before, and while you would never admit it out loud it was pretty adorable.

   “Something on your mind, Keiji?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side as you looked over at him after another few steps. He blinked, his expression breaking into something softer as he returned your look, “Actually...”

   He suddenly took both of your hands and stopped, forcing you to turn around and nearly bump into his chest. The feeling of warmth in your cheeks was all too familiar as your words shriveled up inside of you, giving him the perfect opportunity to speak.

   “Look, I know this sort of thing is risky, but I need to confess something to you,” He locked eyes with you, holding you in place to the point you just couldn’t look away no matter how flustered you got as he went on,

   “I don’t know when it happened, whether it was the night at the grocery store or one night when we were just talking. I’ve fallen for you, and pretty hard. You’re just such an amazing person, whether you believe it or not. Even at your worst in that police car, I found you beautiful, and I’m not sure how this is going to end but..”

   He took in a deep breath and your mouth fell open as you realized what he was going to ask, the obvious answer to his question already bubbling up deep in your chest as you had wanted to ask him yourself the same question for years.

   “Would you go out with me, [y/n]?”

credits: reblogs + notes are appreciated!! cop hat clipart is f2u under the creative commons; glitch effect from https://photomosh.com/

[steelycunt]

WOLFSTAR 13!!!!!! Pls <3

HI hello finally getting around to these!! and SO glad 13 is the first one i got because i was dying to do this one!! thank you!! i made a post a long long time ago about how i imagined an r/s proposal to be the most...spur of the moment, mundane, low-key thing ever, and i sort of combined that with this!! hope that's okay!!

[prompt list]

13. things you said at the kitchen table

The trouble with doing this at twenty, Sirius often finds, is that he never really knows how to tell if they’re doing it right. He never really knows if there’s a single right way to do to this at all—this being them, and being their flat, and being orange juice and toast and tea for breakfast. This being introducing each other as my boyfriend in new company now; a squeeze of a hand and a glance at the other to confirm, yeah, yes, that’s what we are. This being their little life, here.

It’s just difficult to be sure, sometimes. And, as if that wasn’t enough, the trouble with doing this with Remus Lupin of all people, is that Sirius also finds they never actually talk about it.

So, this morning, as he takes his seat at the opposite end of the breakfast table, meagre stack of Saturday post in hand (a letter from Remus’ dad, a letter from their electric company, a letter from James and Lily), he studies Remus, all sleepy and sweet and—happy, hopefully, with all of this. He’s scratching a knuckle against the corner of his eye, peering down at the newspaper, and Sirius wonders (because they just don’t talk about it), do I make you happy, Remus? Is this what you want?

He thinks, I love you, I love you, and then he wonders, does it matter that we never really say that?

In return, Remus taps a ballpoint pen against the table-edge and asks him, “Can you think of a seven-letter word for reveal?”

Sirius leans back in his seat, thumbs at the letter from James. The kitchen smells like burnt bread, because it’s always been Remus’ job to make the toast even though he burns the first lot every fucking time without fail. It’s not a smell Sirius ever expected to care for as much as he does.

He offers, “Divulge?”

“No. Starts with a C, ends with an S.”

“Oh. You could’ve said that.”

Remus tips his head to the side, small grin tugging upwards (it makes Sirius nauseous). “I just thought it would’ve been really impressive if you’d gotten it right on a blind guess.”

“Prick. I’m going to stop helping you with these,” Sirius mutters, prying the envelope open: it’s Lily’s elegant cursive on two identical white cards, rather than James’ chicken-scratch. He scans one of them absently. “Try confess.”

“Fuck." Sirius watches Remus fill the blank squares in, then turns back to the cards. “That works. Cheers.”

“They’ve sent us our invites for the wedding. James and Lily, look—” Sirius pushes the card addressed to Remus J. Lupin across the table. “May-time.”

“Wait, we’re invited? Are you sure?” Remus drawls, stifling a yawn. “Even you? Wow. I see they’re letting just anyone come along, then. Nice and casual, like."

“Tough talk from someone who might not even be in the wedding party,” Sirius replies, emptying the last of the orange carton into his glass. “Surprised it didn’t just say, Sirius O. Black, best man, and his plus one.”

“James hasn’t actually asked you to be his best man yet, you know.”

“Irrelevant. He doesn’t need to, it’s the sort of thing that goes without saying.”

It comes out before Sirius can appreciate that he’s said it, but when he meets Remus’ gaze, then, over juice and teacups and torn envelopes—over the smell of toast, and the sound of pigeons outside, and the fossilized lump in his own throat—he understands, oh, right. That’s what this is.

But just to be safe, he tells Remus: “You...you know I’d marry you, if I could, don’t you?”

And perhaps the reason they don’t talk, come to think of it, is because they don’t need to, because he watches Remus smile and blush (an embarrassed pink that Sirius wants to spend the rest of his life provoking, winning, adoring), glance back at his crossword and quietly reply, “Yeah, I’d marry you too.”

[nyx-liones]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Hello :D. I have never tried writing on tumblr before, so pls go easy on me. With that being said, if you have requests for tokyo revengers, then I would be happy to take them. :D

Content: Just Fluff. Idk what else to put. angst if you squint?- not even. just a Chifuyu x reader in Baji’s pov. AU where everyone is alive.

“If you squeeze any harder, it’s going to overflow, you know?”

It didn’t seem like he heard what I’d said. It was funny considering that even on a bad day he would follow me everywhere day and night.

The plastic water bottle in Chifuyu’s hand looked like it was being abused. It was. His knuckles, almost white from how hard he held it.

Well, not that mine was much better at the moment.

Anyone passing by would be able to tell what was happening just by following his gaze. And even without that, it was clear that the blonde was annoyed.

Ahead of the two of us was (Y/n), Chifuyu’s unofficial girlfriend. Unofficial in the sense that neither of them had asked each out, but have been doing everything a couple would. Even though neither of them have confessed. They're both the most awkward idiots on earth ever. Even more than me. It is so hard to watch, really. Today was supposed to be the day where he asked her out, and that would have happened if not for the one who was hanging off her right now.

The one who had himself wrapped around her dragging her left and right, was Kazutora.

For the past hour or so, he had been hogging her attention and honestly? He was not being subtle about the fact that he was trying to make Chifuyu jealous. Or maybe he wasn’t. He was really touchy with his friends, and even people he had only heard about. Aka. Takemitchi. No matter the fact, his relationship with Chifuyu was already off to a bad start. Was he trying to-

“Oh Shit!”

The water bottle that he had been squeezing to death earlier, has now leaked its contents over his shirt and  sleeves.

“What did I tell you, Chifuyu?”

“Ah, sorry Baji-san”

“...If you want to go and interfere, then do it, it’s almost painful to watch you. Just make sure you don’t end up in juvenile.”

Green eyes blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

I snorted. “You’ve been staring at the two of them from the moment he showed up. Not to mention you look like you're going to punch the next thing that walks by.” I paused. “Go talk to her.”

He looked down. “No. There is no point anyway. It would not make sense to her anyway.”

I could feel my eyebrow twitching, as I held back the urge to punch him right in the face.

“I did not ask if it would make sense, I told you to go and talk to her. Now.”

Finally, after much convincing, he went to go and talk to her. I went along to drag Kazutora. Him being the nosey asshole he is, there was no chance he would leave them alone. Not that I would either, of course.

“(N/n)-san?”

The white haired girl attempted to turn to face him while prying off the man-child sticking to her like glue, while he protested. “Huh? Baji-san? Chifuyu-kun? Is something wrong?” She then deadpanned.

“Don’t tell me you two are causing trouble again?”

“HUH? What’s that supposed to mean???” I yelled.

For the first time in the past few hours, he broke a smile. A bitter one, but still a smile. “She's not wrong, you know?” A pause. “But you don’t have to worry, we haven’t caused any problems. Yet.”

She raised a brow. “Oh? Well then. Who’s dying today?”

“Oh! If you're going to kill someone, I’ll come!” Kazutora said in a cheerful voice.  I sighed and grabbed the back of his collar, starting to walk away. “You. Are going to come with me, and leave them alone!” 

“But I don’t wanna. I want to stay and talk with (N/n)-chan” As he tried to escape. The little shit.

I kept walking away, still keeping my grip on him. “Yeah, well. And I want to pass in school. I guess we all don’t get what we want, huh?”

“But Baji-” I hissed through my teeth. Looking back slightly, we were far enough for them not to hear us.

I lowered my voice. “You idiot-” I began before he cut me off. “Not as big an idiot as you. <3”

A moment of silence. “Do you want me to drop you?” More silence. “Please don’t. My beautiful face can’t take such damag-'' Kazutora was cut off by himself hitting the ground, though he put his hands out before his face could reach it.

He clicked his tongue. “How cruel.”

“Look, I switched phones with Chifuyu, and called you before I did. We will know what they are saying and what goes on so let's leave so they can do it, and we can catch them. Ok?” He stared at me for a bit, and then sighed sadly looking down. “Fine, I guess. I really wanted to talk to her more though.”

We then walked away faster. When they could long see us, we decided to follow them from there.

Taking out his phone, Kazutora put the volume up higher. (Y/n)’s concerned voice came through first. “-Sure you’re alright Chifuyu? You’re red. Too hot? Do you want some water, maybe?”

My vice captain’s was next. “Ah- N-no. I mean-” He cut himself off, then sighed and cleared his throat. “(Y/n)?” He asked, softly, almost sad. He wanted to know the answer to a question. He wanted to know so badly, it hurt, but at the same time he was afraid to know the answer.

The silence from the other end lasted only a few moments, but felt like forever. For him and us both I’m sure. “Don’t tell me you forgot to change your phone, Baji.” Kazutora ruins everything doesn’t he?

“No I didn’t. Now shut up. We won’t be able to hear what they're saying.”

“I would say something sarcastic, but you seem serious, so I won’t ruin the moment. So, yes? Chifuyu-kun?”

“I- Well,” He began hesitantly.

“Just ask her out already you idiot!”

“Who is being loud now?” I twitched. “Can you just shut u-”

“Do you like Kazutora, by any chance?”

A short lived silence fell over the two of us. Short lived because Kazutora started snickering right next to me. “I- he-” He wheezed. “I can’t-”

He did not look like he was going to stop laughing anytime soon but he did. Was it because I punched him in the face? Of course not. What do you mean? Still had that dumb grin plastered all over his face though.

“So that was why he was glaring holes into the back of my head earlier. Really got to him, huh?”

“Are you jealous, Chifuyu-kun? I mean, if you were, you could have just said so. I would have backed off. Not sure what you see in him though. He is quite clingy and loud. His hair is also questionable. Well, I guess they do say love is blind.”

Chifuyu was clearly caught off guard. We all were. “I- What? I’m sorry?” he asked.

Kazutora was suffocating from how hard he was laughing at this point. I, on the other hand, could not decide between laughing at the whole thing, or crying for him.

Chifuyu recovered quickly however. “What do you think about me then?”

(N/n) paused. “About you?” He nodded. “Yes. About me.”

She thought about it for a bit. “Should I not be asking you that?” 

“Damm. She really pulled the uno reverse card.” Karutora said while trying to catch his breath.

“I already answered a question of yours. It’s only fair you do the same for me. I truly want to know. You rarely talk to me anymore and seem uncomfortable when I try to talk to you.”

A moment of silence. Even Kazutora stopped.

I can literally hear the crickets.

“I asked something unnecessary. It’s fine. You don’t have to respond. I’m sorry.”

Oh god. What has he done? This is not going to end well. I moved to get up and interfere. But Kazutora pulled me back down. I looked at him like he was an idiot. He was. But before I could save anything, Chifuyu spoke.

“I was.”

(N/n) was clearly confused by his response. “I’m sorry?”

“You asked if I was jealous. I was. But I was jealous of him.”

(Y/n) (L/n), who had a response for everything, was speechless.

 “I have a question.” He said.

“And I have an answer.” Looks like her speechlessness did not last very long.

“Then, will you go out with me? I like you. A lot. It’s not that I was uncomfortable with you, I just didn’t know what to say. And whenever I had something to say I would always back out.”

She smirked. “Sure. But on the condition that next time, instead of glaring at us, you would do something about your jealousy, hm? Also, you might want to move out of the way.”

“Eh?” Before Chifuyu could react Kazutora jumped out of where we were hiding, and ran at (N/n) and Fuyu.

(Y/n) dodged him, but Chifuyu was not as lucky. …Yeah. They both went crashing to the ground.

“(N/n)-Chan! Chifuyu! You guys have to let me be the best man at your wedding!” 

No. He did not.

“What on earth are you talking about?” I yelled. “That's My job!”

(Y/n) was laughing and Chifuyu was trying to pry Kazutora off while I was yelling at him.

He is an Idiot. A jealous Idiot.

But really?

That’s ok.

[clouditae]

First Love | 15

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 4.3k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

Hanbin holds you close as he kisses your cheek in small, quick pecks. You can’t help but giggle as he kisses his way from your cheek to your lips. “Well if it isn’t our favorite couple,” a voice booms, causing you and Hanbin to break apart. 

Looking behind him you see Ari and Hoseok walking up to you. “Hey,” you say, Ari walking up to you to hug you as Hoseok and Hanbin shake hands.

“So cute,”‌ she whispers in your ear before stepping back. She looks between you and Hanbin. “The two of you just come back from a date?” 

Hanbin smiles as your cheeks turn a shade darker. “Yeah. We had dinner and studied for our midterms tomorrow.”‌

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” Ari complains, covering her ears. “I’m not ready.”‌

Hoseok laughs, “You’ll pass. Quit stressing.”‌ He wraps his arm around her shoulder, rubbing her arm as he brings her close. “Right after this is break. I’m ready to not be here.” 

“I miss my dog,” Hanbin confesses, eyeing the small box in Hoseok’s hand. “Where’d you guys come from?”

Ari’s eyes travel to where Hanbin is looking. “Oh, we had dinner at this little restaurant down the street. Yoongi messaged Hoseok to get him something.” You can’t help but flinch at the name.

“Yoongi?” Hanbin questions with curiosity, thankfully oblivious to your reaction.

“My roommate,” Hoseok answers, eyes drifting behind you. “Speaking of the devil. Yoongi,” he calls, releasing Ari as he makes his way over to his roommate somewhere behind you. 

Ari watches as Hanbin turns his head to see, but you don’t. You keep your eyes forward and at Ari’s feet. It’s amazing how much he still has an affect on you when nothing really ever happened between you two. Maybe it’s just the feelings you felt during those private moments that keeps your feelings for him there. 

“We should do a double date,” Ari suddenly bursts, bringing both your and Hanbin’s attention to her. Her smile is big at the ideas that are clearly running through her head. “We can have one right after midterms before the dorms kick us out!” She gasps, “We can have a really fancy date. Dress up, do our hair and make up, go somewhere really fancy.” She continues to list all that you guys can do before you go home. 

Home. Home where your parents are; where your pets are and all your old friends you no longer talk to. Home where you know that when you’re alone at night, you’ll question your feelings and all the choices you’ve made up until this point. 

“Y/N.” You blink and look up to meet Hanbin’s sweet gaze. “What do you think?” 

“About what?” You feel bad for not listening to their conversation.

“The double date after midterms.”‌

“Ah.” You really have to stop daydreaming. “Yeah. It sounds nice,” you tell them, trying to remember the full details Ari has given. 

“Great,” Ari gleams, clapping her hands together. “We’ll talk more about it later, Y/N, but for now I need to talk with you about our troublesome neighbors and their habit of leaving their clothes on the floor in the bathroom.” You frown in confusion. What is she talking about?‌ Your neighbors have never left their clothes in the bathroom, but it’s when she gives you “the look” that you know it was something else. She has to tell you something in private. With no prying ears. 

You turn to Hanbin an automatic smile plastered on your lips when you see him smiling. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, bringing his fingers up to brush along your cheek before pushing some hair back behind your ear. 

“Yeah,” you answer, voice barely audible, but he hears you loud and clear as his smile grows and he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You close your eyes and savor the moment before he pulls back but not before placing a kiss on your forehead and saying bye to both you and Ari. You watch him make his way towards his car, turning around one last time and waving to you then calls, “Later Hoseok.” 

“Later,” Hoseok yells, scaring both you and Ari. You jump and Ari screams while Hoseok is giving a mixture of unintelligible apologies and laughter. “I’m sorry,” he finally manages, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. 

“I’m sorry,” she mocks, giving him a light tap on his stomach as he hugs her tighter. “I actually need to talk to Y/N so I’ll talk to you later okay?” she looks up to him, lips puckered and waiting for Hoseok to kiss her. 

He chuckles, “Okay. Text me later.” Giving her a kiss, Hoseok releases her, giving you a hug and leaving the two of you alone. 

When he is out of earshot, you look to your roommate. “What’s wrong?” you immediately question. 

Ari grabs your hand, leading you across the parking lot to the benches in the middle of an open lawn that the parking lot surrounds. She pulls you down to sit with her at the first bench. “What’s wrong with you?” she asks, voice still low as if someone could be hiding somewhere in their car or behind a car. 

You frown. “What do you mean?” 

She gives you that look. The look that says you know what she’s talking about. “Why are you still hurt over Yoongi?”

“I’m not.” You avert your gaze.

“Y/N.” 

You cave. “I don’t know. I should be over him by now, but every time I see him, or think of him, or even hear him, it hurts and…” you trail off, feeling your emotions try to take over as you clear your throat. “I don’t understand.”‌

Ari places her hand over yours. “Break is coming soon, and the school year is almost over. When we pick our dorm, we can pick a room that isn’t next to Yoongi. You’ll get over him, Y/N.” 

You nod. You’re just going to have to. 

“Okay. We have a few hours to look so damn hot that the boys won’t know what to do with themselves,” Ari rushes, opening her closet to toss her clothes in the hamper. “Hurry up and shower,” she instructs, not even looking at you. You get off your bed, grabbing your clothes and shower supplies. Making your way past the frantic girl and into the bathroom, Ari suddenly speaks in a frantic tone, “Don’t be too quick. I need time to do my make-up before I do yours.”‌

You roll your eyes, closing the door to the bathroom. The second you hear the click to locking the door, you crouch down, burying your face in your towel. This is going to be your first double date. This is going to be your first date wearing a dress for Hanbin. You feel the heat rise on your cheeks, your heart race, and the butterflies erupt in your stomach. You're so nervous, but you don't want to let Ari see because that'll only end up with her teasing you. Like she always does when you were crushing on...

Shaking your head, you get up, place your clothes and towel on the toilet seat, you turn the knob to the shower, feeling the cold water run down your fingers as you wait for it to get warm. You refuse to let your thoughts of him take over as you remove your clothes and step into the shower. You refuse to let him get the best of you–influence you the way he has since the beginning. No more. 

Once you finish your "long" shower, you step out of the bathroom with your dirty clothes in one hand and your shower caddy in the other. Ari is applying eye shadow when she looks at you through the mirror. "Wow, Y/N," she says, eyes back on herself.

"What?" you ask, a little scared that something dyed your hair or face. 

"You're so gorgeous," she tells you nonchalantly. You roll your eyes, but can't stop the small smile gracing your lips as you make your way to your closet to toss your clothes in the hamper and put the caddy away. "Brush your hair and I'll be ready to make you look like an even better goddess in a second." You shake your head but do as told. If Ari wasn't here–if she didn't enter your life at the perfect moment, you don't know what you'd do without her. You became roommates because no one else accepted you, but she was looking for a roommate and so were you. Just a click and a fingers crossed, you two became roommates and best friends. 

"Where is this restaurant we're going to?" you ask, pulling your brush out of your top drawer. 

"That's a surprise."

"For us?" 

"Just you." 

You stop mid brush. "Just me?" 

"Yup," she says with a popping sound at the end. "Hanbin knows where we're going since I had to make sure he's okay with it." 

"You expect him to pay for both of us?" You continue to brush your hair, but in a slow manner.

"No, but he said he would. I told him you probably won't let that happen, but he said he'll be sneaky," she chuckles, placing the brush down and looking at herself. "This is my "you're going to fuck me tonight" masterpiece." 

"Ari," you sigh, covering your ears, but there’s no point to it. She said it and she won't be saying any more. She knows one sentence can be enough for you to want to leave the room. 

She laughs, getting up from her chair before spinning it around to face away from her desk. "Come sit," she instructs as you quickly finish brushing your hair and get off your bed to make your way towards her. You take a seat. "We'll give you a natural look, with some peach lipstick? Red maybe?" She begins her work as you close your eyes, feeling the cold liquid be placed on your skin. It’s like Ari had magic fingers–or she’s just a professional, but as quickly as she started, she is done. You’ll never understand her magic, but you’re just glad she’s as quick as she is and doesn’t have to redo it one too many times. She digs through her closet, pulling out dress after dress as she mutters, “Too shiny. Not enough shine.”‌ Pulling out a black dress, she holds it up to you, eyeing the dress on you. “This is perfect. Go try it on.”‌

You take the dress in your hands, the silk swimming along your fingers. Entering the bathroom, you delicately place the dress on the toilet seat cover as if it were made of glass and is going to shatter any moment. You remove your pajamas, placing them on the top lid, and grab the silk dress. Pulling the zipper down at the back of the dress you bring it up over your head and slip into it. As the dress falls, it leaves a small pool at your feet, lace starting just above your breasts and makes its way up to your collarbone and covers your arms until it reaches your wrist. You thought the sleeves would be itchy because some fabrics were when you wore them, but this one isn’t. Grabbing your clothes you step towards the door when you suddenly feel the cold air hit your right leg. You look down as you unlock and open the door. 

“There’s a slit in this dress?” you ask, stepping out of the bathroom and closing it behind you.

“Yes ma’am. That one pop will get Hanbin’s eyes all over you.” 

You ignore her comment as you turn your back to her. “Zip me?” Pulling the dress under the zipper, Ari zips your dress up, giving a pat on your back when she’s done. “When are they supposed to be coming?”

Ari grabs a maroon colored dress and places it on her bed as she begins to undress. “About an hour? That’s enough time for me to do your hair and mine.” She dresses as you place your pajamas on your bed for when you come back. “For your hair,” she begins, slipping the straps on, “I’m thinking we’ll put it up in a bun and have a few strands fall in the front.” She points back to her chair. “Take a seat.” 

After another small session of Ari’s make over, the two of you put on your shoes and make sure you have everything you need when there is a knock at the door. You two look at each other for a second before a jumpy Ari makes her way towards the door. She looks so excited and it’s spreading to you, too. The door opens, Hoseok on the other side, and as his smile leaves his face, his eyes widening, he mutters a “wow” as his eyes travel from her eyes to her dress. His gaze travels from Ari over to you. “Woah,” he says louder than earlier, eyes widening. “Yo, Han.” Hoseok stretches his hand out to the side. You can’t see what he’s reaching for, but as he pulls his hand back, Hanbin comes into view. 

Hanbin’s eyes first lock with Ari’s, giving her a polite smile and a “hello” before Hoseok grabs him by the chin and forces his head towards you. You’re not sure if he says anything because no words are registering as you stare at him. You’ve always admired his god-like looks, but in the suit he’s wearing…

It is just a black suit. A black shirt underneath and a black tie to go along with it, but he’s never looked more handsome than he does right now. 

“Y/N,” Ari calls, snapping her fingers. You blink back to reality. “Are you ready?” You nod, feeling embarrassed that you were just staring at Hanbin. “Let’s go!” she sings, holding the door for you as you exit your dorm room. Ari loops her arm through her boyfriend’s as Hanbin waits for you. The two of you can’t meet eyes for a second as you walk behind the couple making their way towards the parking lot. 

Hanbin clears his throat, holding out his hand. You look down at his hand then up at him. He smiles and you take it, lacing your fingers through his. “You look beautiful.” 

You blush, looking away. “Thank you.”‌

He quietly chuckles, brushing his thumb along your skin.

The restaurant looks very expensive. Glass chandeliers, marble white floor, expensive looking art, a band playing soft music, and even a dance floor with a few people dancing.  

You weren’t expecting this fancy, but you should have known when you’re dressed like this. Your mind is racing with all the prices you’re about to see as the host hands you the menus while taking your order for drinks. You want to ask the three if this is too expensive–you are college students after all, but with how casual they’re looking, you don’t want to be the one to ruin the mood. So, you stay quiet. 

You open the menu and don’t look at the prices as your eyes scroll down the list of foods. In all honesty you cannot pronounce a lot of the words that are on this list, but to your luck, or maybe the art gods blessing you, you find one word that you can pronounce. Steak. Ari is reading off some of the items on the list as she debates what she wants, but you have no idea what she is saying. 

As the waiter comes, he places a bottle of white wine at your table followed by four glasses. When did someone order wine? He pulls out a notepad and pen. “Are you ready to order?” You all say your orders–Ari’s and Hanbin’s are orders you have no idea how to say even after hearing it. As the waiter leaves, Hoseok gets straight to work with pouring the wine. 

Hanbin passes you a glass as Ari grabs hers and holds it up. “To passing those damn midterms and to finishing the rest of the school year with A’s.”

You and the guys lift your glass as well. “To A’s,” you say, the other two following after. With a clink of your glass you take a sip of your wine. ‌You’re not much of a drinker, but you can’t deny that this wine is something you can drink every day if you could. 

“So what are you guys doing this break?” Hanbin asks, placing his glass down. 

“Well,” Ari begins, taking another sip, “Hoseok and I were going to go camping and bring Y/N with us, but my mom has something planned for me and is begging me to go home, so that’s what I’m doing.”‌

“I’m going home to see my family and a friend of mine. He goes to a more competitive school so we don’t get to see each other much like we used to,” Hoseok explains. 

“What about you?” Ari asks.

Hanbin shifts in his seat. “My brother wants to go on a trip.” 

“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Ari says, intrigued, leaning forward in her seat. “Where are you going?”

As Hanbin explains his small list of stops he’s going to make with his brother, you can’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were you and him going on a trip. Where would you go? What would you do? You imagine all the little pit stops you two would make when you’re almost out of gas���grabbing all the snacks you could. You would feed some snacks to Hanbin as he drove, a pleased smile on his face as he ate a favorite of yours. He’d tell you to buy more of those at the next stop. When you were at the hotel, the two of you would be cuddling, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you listened to the sound of crickets outside, the beating of his heart, and feel the small kiss he would place on your forehead. It’s everything you could ever imagine. 

“What about you, Y/N.”

“Hm?” Your fantasy leaves your thoughts as you turn to meet eyes with Hanbin. 

He chuckles. “What are you doing this break?” he asks again.

“Ah.” You place your hands on your lap. “Hang out with my parents. Watch a bunch of movies. Simple things.” 

“That sounds so cute,” Ari begins, clapping her hands together, “I think we should all Skype and watch a movie together.”

“That would be fun,” you say, eyes on the waiter who appears with your plates. The plates are passed and you tell him “thank you” as he takes his leave. “What would we watch?” you inquire, trying to keep the conversation going and not let it hang for silence to wash over. 

“Let’s do one of every genre,” Ari says, taking a piece of her food and putting it in her mouth. 

“I’m not watching anything scary,” Hoseok states, shaking his head. 

Ari laughs, placing a hand on his arm. “Okay. We won’t watch anything scary.” 

Cutting your steak, you pick up a piece and place it in your mouth. It felt like the steak melted as you chew it. It’s so soft and easy to chew, and the taste of it. You’re in heaven as you take another bite. “How is it,” Hanbin asks, leaning in towards you. You pick up a piece with the fork and bring it closer to his mouth. He happily takes the piece of steak, eyes widening at the taste and texture. “I think I’ve entered heaven,” he whispers, earning a small laugh from you. 

“What are you eating?” you ask, eyeing his pinkish orange dinner. 

“Salmon and some roasted potatoes.” He takes a piece of his salmon. “Want a piece?” You nod watching him do the same movement you did with him. You smile, taking a bite. You’ve never had salmon before, but you couldn’t deny it’s really delicious. 

“It’s really good,”‌ you tell him, taking a sip of your wine. 

He nods in agreement. “When I become a famous director and you a famous photographer, we should come here once a week. Try everything and buy the recipe off the chef and make it at home.”‌ 

You felt like your heart skipped a beat. You never thought about the future. To you it never seemed like it was in sight. School, homework, life–nothing showed light of what your future could hold, but here is Hanbin telling you he sees that future you questioned. He sees a future with you in it. You would normally question this, but you don’t want to. You want to have this future–to not wonder who’s in your life and who isn’t. You want to see this future Hanbin sees. You want to have a future where someone as wonderful, smart, funny, sweet and caring as Hanbin is in it. 

“Deal,” you say, turning your attention back to your food so that he could not see the blush creeping on your cheeks. For the remainder of dinner, the four of you talk about anything that comes to mind. Who’s going to grad school. Who’s going to get a job right after graduation. Traveling. Where would you go if you did travel. It feels nice. Nice to just laugh and not think all that much. Not think about what eats you up and what is waiting for your answers when you refuse to even look at it. 

Hanbin’s hand finds yours, his fingers lacing through yours. You look up to him. “Care to dance?”

“Dance?” Your eyes go from him to the dance floor behind him, then back to him. “I don’t know how to really… dance.”

He chuckles. “I’ll teach you.” He stands up, your hand still in his. You get up and let him lead you towards the dance floor, heart racing in fear. He turns to face you, his hand holding yours adjusts, the other going to the small of your back. You place your free hand on his shoulder in awkwardness. “Just follow my lead.” With a quiet “two, three” Hanbin begins his steps, you stumbling after. It took a while. A slow, constant stepping on the feet, but he never stops and is always patient as you learn his simple box step movement. “There you go,” he would say as you got it right after a few boxes later. “You’re dancing,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I have a good teacher,” you tell him, keeping your eyes on his chest. 

He laughs. “Are you ready for the grand finale?” 

“The what?” But he’s already starting. Hanbin lets go of your waist, his hand now holding only the tips of your fingers as he spins you before bringing you back into him. 

“Thank you for this dance.” He brings the back of your hand to his lips, giving you a soft kiss. 

“Well wasn’t that cute,” Ari voices, making her way over towards you with Hoseok. “As much as I don’t want to ruin this adorable moment, Y/N and I have to pack tomorrow, so I think it’s time we leave. Plus the restaurant closes in thirty.”‌

Hanbin holds your hands as you stand by the car in the dorm parking lot. “I had fun.”

You smile. “Me too.” 

“Get some rest and be sure to text me when you leave tomorrow.‌ I wish I could take you to the airport, but my flight leaves earlier than yours,” he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “I’m sorry.”

You giggle. “It’s fine. Just text me when you leave and land.” 

He smiles sweetly. “I will.” He stares at you for a moment. As if he’s taking in everything he can before he leaves, but you’re also doing the same. It’s only a week, but it actually feels like forever. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” You nod, leaning in as you two kiss one another. “Bye,” he mumbles against your lips when he parts. 

“Bye,” you repeat, kissing him one last time before he fully pulls back and makes his way towards his car. You watch him leave as he pulls out of the spot and pulls onto the street until he is no longer visible. Lifting the bottom of your dress slightly off the ground, you make your way across the parking lot and towards the building. Ari and Hoseok sit on a bench at the side entrance to the dining hall, hidden in the dark but their outlines could be seen by the dim light coming from the lamp post. 

“Y/N,” Ari calls before you can take a step on the stairs leading up to the third floor. You look in their direction. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You nod, taking a few steps up before she calls again, “I hope you had fun.”

You smile. “I did,”‌ you call back. “Night Hoseok.”

“Good night, Y/N!” Hoseok says as you continue your journey up. 

It was your first double date and you loved it. The conversations that happened, the hand holding Hanbin would initiate under the table. The quick kisses that were stolen when no one was looking. It was like a fairy tale, and you never wanted for that story to end. It did, however, as the door next to yours opens, your heart breaking, and a familiar figure stepping out followed by another familiar person. 

Sam fixes her hair as she turns around to face Yoongi, giving him a kiss on his lips. He does nothing and says nothing as she takes her leave, walking past you. “Excuse me,” she says, as if she doesn’t recognize you. 

You look to Yoongi as his eyes meet yours. No words are said as he closes his door shut. Leaving you alone in the hall as Sam’s heels click against the floor in a mocking tone.

[bakibakini]

THROWS SELF INTO THE VOID. VLAD KING WITH A SHORT, SHY S/O. als o.. maybe tokoyami if u can ... uwu ...

✦ vlad king & fumikage tokoyami with a short , shy s/o ✦ headcanons

pairings : vlad king x reader ; fumikage tokoyami x reader 

notes : ahaha im here 2 gib u that vlad content , he deserves more luv sweaty !! 

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sekijiro kan ( vlad king ) : 

the first time he saw you was in a shop , trying to reach for the chocolate chip cookies that were , for some reason , on the very top shelf . he reached the package with ease and handed it to you , all the while you uttered out a surprised thanks and ran off . 

sekijiro brushed this one time encounter off , but while walking his dog the other night , he managed to bump into you ! or rather , his dog got all up in your business and nearly knocked you down . he apologized profusely and you tried to assure him it was okay . key word ; tried to , because , holy smokes , you managed to bump into the vlad king twice in the same week and your poor heart couldn’t take this . 

it was dark and you were tiny , and it caused his weird homeroom teacher that’s also a pro - hero nature to kick in , thus him offering to walk you home . were you dying internally ? yes , but you also couldn’t say no . by the time you were at your doorstep , you were apologizing profusely for taking out the time of his day .

you didn’t expect to bump into him the day after that , and the day after that . it was odd ; were you passing him every other day and you just didn’t notice up until now ? whatever it was , you were glad that you had gotten acquainted because , despite his very threatening appearance , he’s actually super nice . 

what a respectful nice guy ! helping you out whenever you need , ordering food for you if you feel like you’re unable to ( though sometimes sekijiro’s pep - talks are so good , you end up ordering pizza by yourself , with him giving you a thumbs up in the background ) . he’s the type of guy your dad would want you to marry , really . 

but then you get into a relationship , and he comes over , and he teases you relentlessly by holding up stuff you want to grab . you get so embarrassed and red , he loves to see it , he really does . he doesn’t tease too much , though , he’s nice . 

boy does he love to carry you around or give you piggy - back rides . you’re just so tiny and so precious !! and let’s not even start with how much he adores to just hold you , whether hugging you or cuddling you , he thinks you fit him so well . 

besides , when he hugs you from behind , you get so flustered , it’s absolutely adorable !! 

unfortunately for you , you’re not safe from getting found out by the class he’s teaching . one of the 1 - b kids is bound to see you two walking hand in hand ( even if it’s very discreetly , as to avoid prying eyes of vlad king fans ) , and it won’t be long until the entire class knows you ( especially if it’s neito , he’s not above taking a picture of the two of you in secret and sending it into the class group chat ) .

they’re going to want to meet  you , especially since sekijiro is kinda like their dad . if they do get to meet you , you bet they’re going to thank you for taking care of their favorite teacher ! even if they don’t see you a lot , they’re going to think you’re their parent , too . 

yeah , sekijiro is a gentle giant , much to everyone’s surprise . not only is he big in size , his heart is also huge ! no matter how babie you are , he loves you a lot . 

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fumikage tokoyami : 

thank god you’re short . seriously , he’s small too , he’s so glad the person he likes so much is shorter than him . it’s like life was looking up for him ! 

that being said , he still has insecurities when trying to ask you out . he’s god a bird head and a scary quirk to boot , he’s super scared of being made a fool of ! nonetheless , mashirao and mezou talk him into asking you to a cafe and he ended up going for it . 

now , you’re naturally shy , so when he did find a roundabout edgy poetic way to ask you out , you froze up . fumikage , your long - time crush , likes you and wants to go on a date with you ? you were dreaming !! and if you weren’t , then you actually had to respond , and the mere thought of that made you feel like you were going to explode . 

he got a little scared when you didn’t say anything at first and was more than ready to take it all back . but , to his surprise , you soon uttered out a quiet “ i - i’d love to go out with you ! ” . to say he was elated would’ve be an understatement . 

he’s not that big on pda , so he’s glad that , through your shyness , you don’t mind that he doesn’t show that much affection in public .

hand holding is free real estate though ! 

whenever you’re alone together , he loves to hold your tiny figure in his . naturally ! not only does he enjoy the fact that there’s someone shorter than him , he also can hardly believe that there’s someone who actually likes him . so he relishes in that . 

he won’t show it , but he’s always a little scared of hurting you when it’s dark . he’s terrified of dark shadow going completely loose and harming you in any way , but you assure him that even if you’re tiny , you can still fend for yourself with your own quirk .

other than that , dark shadow is quite ... something . for a quirk , he’s pretty shameless ! whenever he’s out , he gives you compliments , apparently just saying what’s on fumikage’s mind , and tells you just how much fumikage talks about you . it’s embarrassing for the both of you , but you find it a bit nice .

also , pet dark shadow , please . not only is dark shadow going to love it , but also fumikage will appreciate the fact you’re not repelled by his odd quirk . 

also , watch out , fumikage tokoyami is going to write a poem for you .

all in all , fumikage is nice company for someone as shy as you with how down to earth he is , and he might not voice it much due to his own little shyness that pops out with you around , but he really really loves you .

bonus : please kiss the side of his beak !! he’s going to be more flustered than any of the times you ever were around him 

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u - um , if you’ve made it this far pls send requests ehe 👉👈

tag list : it’s empty my dudes !! but comment to be added <33

[shierak-inavva]

please ma'am i would like to know more about this 'obi wan gets sent to protect padme' au pls 👀

ok

ok so like, i’ve talked about this on twitter and i am gonna bring it here:

basically, my biggest gripe with the AOTC plot is why in the heck did a PADAWAN get sent on a high profile mission like protecting former queen and senator from naboo Padmé Amidala? even palpatine, at the beginning of the movie, mentions ‘master kenobi’ by name as a suggestion for a guard for padmé (and yes we know why, but still) so i went ahead and imagined a ‘what if’ for obi-wan getting sent instead of anakin—since on top of being a ‘familiar’ face that padmé AND her handmaidens trust and who already is a known name on naboo, obi-wan also already has bodyguarding experience under his belt.

now, factoring in that anakin stays at the temple for a bit and obi-wan DOES get like 3 days of vacation for the first time in....his life....then he gets a few days of just actually RESTING--in varykino, of all places, and with padme, who would literally let him rest anyway. so obi-wan gets a mini vacay. he gets to relax in one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy and padmé does, too--they talk about the battle of theed, about the senate, the jedi, about qui-gon, and for a little while obi-wan and padmé both get to just...breathe, and be...people. which is nice, and which tbqfh they both deserve.

there might not be a floating pear at dinner but there would be padmé watching him go through lightsaber forms in the early morning sun (either shirtless or yknow in some light clothes because fuck you i said so)

there's no balcony kiss, but there are some very lingering glances and smiles when the other isn't looking and some 'accidental' hand brushing...because they would ABSOLUTELY be slow-burn. obi-wan and padmé are both adults at this point, and both of them have obligations, obi-wan even moreso. but he's already known what attraction (physical and emotional) is like, what romantic emotions are like--he's not incapable of these things, he’s just reserved about them because he understands them, but his jedi teachings dictate restraint, and release. satine was still a figure in his life--he just made a choice, in the end, and do i think he regrets it? i think here and there he thinks about it, but i don’t think he fully feels regret over it by the time AOTC takes place. i think that comes later, when he sees her again during the clone wars.

now on naboo with padmé, he's faced with the same sort of emotions blooming up, and he would for sure think to himself about the choice with satine, about the jedi order, and about the repercussions there. so he might let himself get a little closer than he ought to, but ultimately nothing really WILD AND OVERT would come of it in AOTC, even if they'd been alone on naboo. there would be some very close calls, i think, for sure, but both of them are very good at keeping themselves guarded and very good at abstaining when necessary. again, these are two grown adults that have lived both of their lives with expectations weighing on them, and a certain behavior and standard expected of them. they aren’t two horny teenagers with nothing to lose and obi-wan would 100% respect padmé’s boundaries without hesitation while she would offer him the same respect, if maybe not so staunchly. padmé is for sure more flexible with her boundaries, but pair the two of them together flirting....i mean that’s a dangerous amount of chemistry right off the bat 👀

meanwhile anakin would be on coruscant and FRUSTRATED. not because he didn't get the assignment, though that would be part of it--the responsibility aspect—no, because they chose someone else to go protect padmé instead of him. hell, they could have sent mace windu and he'd still be frustrated and jealous as all fuck. but he still does as he's told. he just...looks into the dart. checks in more on the bounty hunter aspect of things because he’s SURE that’s a good lead after the zam situation. he's determined to prove himself, and if he can figure out who's trying to hurt padmé then she'll be impressed too, of course. and he wants that. a lot. obi-wan might have been sent to naboo but at this point anakin:

> is still VERY infatuated with padmé

> does not know about obi-wan’s romantic history and likely would assume he’s just boring her to death/that nothing would happen anyways

but instead of just consulting the council or the archives, anakin goes to palpatine.

palpatine offers NO help with the bounty hunter stuff.

but he DOES sow more seeds of jealousy in anakin's horny teen brain, and in the end anakin ends up jetting off of coruscant on his own. the movies just downplayed the everloving heck out of this but you KNOW palps was in anakin’s ear CONSTANTLY about obi-wan and padmé, stirring the pot.

now, anakin doesn't have the contacts that obi-wan does, but he's determined. i'm thinking he probably susses a few things out about the dart via the force; possibly with help from another master. kit? someone would help him focus if he asked. likely kit, or ki-adi, or plo, imo—he gets enough to at least send him looking for a bounty hunter and possibly towards kamino--but then the stuff with his mother comes up.

and he ends up on tattooine, with the lars family.

and shortly after the Sand People Incident™ is when he gets in contact with obi-wan--and padmé insists on seeing what's going on because she senses something is wrong and obi-wan agrees. (you can pry force sensitive!padmé from my cold dead hands) so anakin meets them at the lars homestead, tells them about his visions with the dart, about the bounty hunter and the feelings he got

and what better place than mos eisley to look for someone Seedy?

mos eisley has them run right into jango.

jango leads them to geonosis.

geonosis gets them all caught.

padmé is the one who sends a message to the jedi council about the geonosians and jango fett before she gets captured too--because you know they told her to stay with the ship while they investigate but then they took too long and she was like 'oh boy i better call the cops'.

the arena plays out like it did in AOTC, minus the secret kiss & love declaration. there’s a lot of ‘how did we get into this mess’ and ‘well you two took too long’ and ‘i told you i should have come in as a senator first’ and anakin trying to be very convincingly brave about ‘i’ll get us out of this’ which is aimed directly at padmé. honestly the rest of the movie would be VERY similar; i think whoever assisted anakin with the dart would wind up on kamino when anakin went to tattooine, and from there things progressed with the clones and the army gets to the republic.

but there's no clandestine wedding.

anakin returns to coruscant with the other masters, commended for his work helping the senator and with the dart. obi-wan and padmé likely have a small 'meeting' scene where she thanks him and he tells her he barely did anything—but there's some hand-touching, and some very meaningful looks, and they do kiss, just once. it's soft and quiet and not under the pressure of possibly dying or anything rushed by adrenaline or hormones, it's just a gentle kiss between two people who've had this building up for weeks; and in the end neither one of them apologize, but there's A LOT of body language that says they're into it and would kiss again--but obi-wan steps back, and padmé just smiles, and there's a shared understanding between them even if it's clear there's some amount of wistfulness.

“i hope your trip back to coruscant is safe, master kenobi," she smiles like nothing's just happened, nothing's different.

"and yours, senator amidala. may the force be with you." and he bows, smiling back.

but they do look back at each other again, and everything is different.

and then you get into TCW—and PLEASE imagine all of the tension there because these two AREN’T married, they ARE sneaking around but only a little; obi-wan isn’t near as brazen with things as anakin and he and padmé get enough time together in the first few seasons to really build some THICK tension between them. like i’m talking dangerous rescue missions, them having to fight their way out together, getting smooshed in tight spaces together, S O M U C H accidental touching, SO MANY almost-kisses....and then there’s the clovis stuff, which would play out way differently because obi-wan isn’t the jealous type at all and would absolutely trust padmé; and then satine shows up again and we get a whole arc of obi-wan dealing with these conflicting emotions and padmé coming very close on multiple occasions to just telling him she loves him but! supporting his decision no matter what and respecting his emotions, because she understands, and because she knows love is selfless and not possessive and she wants to be with him...if that’s what he wants, too.

but then satine dies—and she worries about him once he's back from mandalore, and there is possibly some very gentle and sweet comforting for the audience to enjoy 👀 the big season finale after that is maul holding padmé and another senator or two hostage and it's an ultra close call but maul dips out, bc it was just bait—and the season ends with him admitting as clearly as he can in Obi-Wan Terms™ that he loves her and padmé reciprocating. they kiss and it's very sweeping and dramatic, but now maul knows kenobi has yet another weakness uh oh...

anyways honestly all of this leads to ROTS being about anakin dealing with the jealousy that palpatine’s been feeding into: jealousy towards obi-wan about padmé, and about being overshadowed. it’s about anakin feeling like he can never have enough, about wanting more and more, about obsessive love and doubt—and when it turns out padmé is pregnant, anakin’s suspicions get confirmed and he turns to palpatine yet again.

IDEALLY padmé survives this movie and she and obi-wan go into hiding together with the twins, (or their child? i mean this is for sure up to interpretation for this specific au) and anakin/vader combs the galaxy for them, resulting eventually in padmé’s death and the separation of the twins, and giving some actual meaning to leia remembering her mother in ROTJ.

so yeah i just. have a lot of feelings about things and at any given moment i can and will talk your ear off about ‘what if’ scenarios like this hdkdjdk 😭💦

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Can I request a little thing where plus size reader gets a little too drunk at a banquet and is crying to Geralt how Jask will never find her pretty and then Geralt pulls Jask over to take care of reader and she is about to kiss him when he pulls away and in the morning she feels like shit and Jask tells Geralt that he’s never take advantage of someone in such a state and that’s why he didn’t kiss her? Sorry if it’s too long or specific

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,622Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan @mycat-is-mylove a/n: Yesss 10 points for considering consent! Basic, good behavior should always be modeled and considered the standard and I love any chance to show Jaskier exemplifying that! Hope you like it!

“It’s not fair,” you cried, clutching the goblet of wine in your hand like a lifeline. Geralt moved to pry it from your fingers but you pulled it back in for another sip before continuing your tired, “Why wasn’t I born like other girls? Why don’t I look like them?”

“What do you envy about other girls?” Geralt asked, genuinely baffled. He knew people sometimes did this, finding little things about others they were convinced they didn’t or could never possess, all the while other people were doing the same as they looked at them. It was one of the many things about humanity he was grateful he didn’t have to worry about anymore.

“You know what,” you argued, glowering into your goblet, “If I were smaller, he’d like me. He always sings about these lithe ladies with perfect features. None of the girls in the songs ever sound like me. Especially not his.”

“Jaskier does like you,” Geralt argued, glancing around the banquet hall to try and catch a glimpse of the bard who was much better equipped to navigate matters of the heart.

“Not like that,” you emphasized.

Geralt knew for a fact that this wasn’t true, but he also knew that he wasn’t the one to say it. But he finally saw the one who was.

“Y/N stay right here, alright?” Geralt asked. You waved him off, muttering under your breath about all men being the same and their fear of emotions while Geralt ran for Jaskier.

“Y/N is drunk and I’m not the one to handle it,” Geralt said bluntly as soon as he reached his friend’s side.

“Is she alright?” Jaskier asked, concern creasing his features.

“Ah… No. But mostly just because of her… emotions,” Geralt replied. Jaskier nodded in understanding and once you were pointed out he began to head your way.

You’d been thinking after Geralt left, though it had only been a few minutes. Geralt sounded surprised to hear that you felt down about yourself. Maybe Geralt knew something that you didn’t know. Maybe you should take a chance. Maybe the real difference between you and all of those other women wasn’t your bodies, or at least not chiefly your bodies, maybe it was that they were willing to approach while you’d been too fearful. You made up your mind. The next time you and Jaskier were somewhere private, you would take your shot.

“Y/N Geralt told me that you’re not feeling too well,” Jaskier said, suddenly swimming into view unexpectedly. He was a little fuzzy around the edges but you could still make him out clear enough.

“Jaskier! Just the man I was thinking about,” you exclaimed, rising to your feet a bit unsteadily. Jaskier took a hold of your arms to steady you but through your rose-colored glasses he was preparing for an embrace and you leaned in, tilting your head up to meet him half-way. Suddenly he was no longer pulling you into his arms and you opened your eyes, blinking in surprise, to find him holding you away at arm’s length.

“Y/N let’s get you home,” he said gently. Mortification crowded out all other emotions and you silently let him escort you to the room you were staying in. As soon as you crossed the threshold you shut the door in his face so he wouldn’t see as you dissolved into tears.

—–

“Has Y/N come to breakfast yet?” Jaskier asked as soon as he spotted Geralt sitting at the inn the next morning. He looked around the room anxiously as he waited for the witcher to respond.

“No, I expect she’ll be sleeping in today,” Geralt answered. Jaskier nodded and took a seat across from his friend, trying to decide if he should tell Geralt what had happened, or nearly happened, last night.

“Was Y/N acting a bit strange last night, do you think? I mean did she say anything odd?” he asked. Geralt considered his answer, taking a long time chewing his bacon as he mulled over what to say.

“She was drunk,” he said finally.

“Yes I know but… Well… Geralt, she tried to kiss me last night,” Jaskier blurted out. His friend didn’t look as shocked by this news as he’d expected, confirming his suspicions that the witcher knew more than he was letting on.

“Tried to?” he asked.

“Well I didn’t let her, of course! I’d never kiss someone while they were drunk. It would be taking advantage of them,” Jaskier replied, visibly insulted at the idea. “But I fear that she may have thought I was rejecting her. And I mean, I was, but only in that moment. Not forever.”

“You could always tell her that,” Geralt suggested, not oblivious to the hypocrisy of telling Jaskier to share his feelings with another person. The bard nodded, thinking over Geralt’s advice, and then wordlessly seized the tray of food still sitting in front of Geralt and walked off with it, ignoring Geralt’s cries of protest.

—–

Everything hurt and you were dying.

You tried to open your eyes but your eyelids were 10 times heavier than usual and it hurt, gods everything hurt so much. The birds singing outside were screaming and you wondered what could be making them squawk so loudly, praying it would eat them soon. You managed to sit up and as you waited for your head to stop spinning someone tried to beat down your door. You slowly made your way over to it and opened it a crack. The smell of coffee and bacon wafted in, your mouth watering instantly.

“Y/N? I thought you may be feeling a bit under the weather and brought you some food,” Jaskier said, tone light and coaxing. You opened the door a bit wider but as you looked up from the tray into your friend’s cautious eyes the night before flooded back into memory.

“Oh gods,” you groaned, turning around and walking back to the bed where you unceremoniously flopped down face first. You heard Jaskier shut the door, hoping against hope that he’d shut it behind him, but your hopes were dashed as you heard him set the tray down on the little bureau and the clinking of cup against tray.

“Here, drink some water,” he prompted, holding out the cup.

“Did it really happen?” you asked, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Did what really happen?” he asked, knowing damn well what you meant.

“Did I try to kiss you?”

“Ah, that, yes,” he replied. You emitted a low, guttural groan that went on for a while and Jaskier sat with the water in and, awkwardly crouched next to you until you finally stopped your muffled screams.

“Have some water,” he repeated, gently rolling you to your side facing him. You took the cup and after you’d drained it and handed it back you fixed him with a serious look.

“Jaskier I’m sorry, that wasn’t right to do to you, and now it’s all embarrassing and weird and oh gods just please tell me I haven’t ruined our friendship,” you said.

“Y/N, no! No, listen,” Jaskier implored, taking one of your hands in his, “I didn’t deny the kiss because I didn’t want it. I did it because you were drunk and even though you were initiating, you weren’t in total control and it would have been taking advantage of you on my part. And I could never do that, not to anyone but especially not to you.”

“Well that’s very gallant of you,” you murmured.

“It’s not, though, it’s basic, common decency,” he insisted, and you could see by the look in his sky blue eyes that he was being sincere. You smiled wanly at him and then looked back down.

“Well at least things can go back to the way they were,” you said with a slightly bittersweet sigh.

“Oh, no, they can’t,” Jaskier protested, ��At least, not unless you no longer want to kiss me. Because if it was just a strange, drunken impulse of course we can just move past it but if it was a glimpse of feelings you’ve been holding secret… feelings I hold as well… I don’t intend to have things go back to how they were at all.”

“Jaskier are you saying…”

“Try again,” he said, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

“What?”

“If you want to… sometime when you’re not drunk or otherwise impaired, try to kiss me again,” he said. You stared at him blankly, shock written on your face as you processed what he was saying, half worried that you were still asleep.

“Only if you want, mind! I don’t mean to be ordering you around to give people kisses but if you get the urge to give it another shot them pl-”

Jaskier’s words were cut off as you lurched up and pressed your mouth against his. He melted into the kiss immediately, pulling your bottom lip between his and sliding his tongue through the parted lips, tasting wine and water and the salt from the tears you’d cried the night before. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing you closer to him the best he could at your awkward angles, and when you broke apart he was beaming.

“I can do better. Once the world stops spinning it’s over for you,” you said, the shock and adrenaline of the last few moments being overtaken by your hangover’s insistent torture.

“It was perfect,” Jaskier said, giving your nose a little kiss, “Now, lay down and let me take care of you. And you better start by eating some of this food because if Geralt finds I stole his food only for it to go to waste he’s going to be exceptionally angry.”

[woozisnoots]

warnings: implied suicide

a/n: if you feel uncomfortable, pls skip to the important blog update under the cut. long post ahead sorry i did not realize 😬

i sat inside the booth between two train tracks. in such a small space, the pounding in my head didn’t compare to each and every one of my thoughts that touched each corner of the room. minute by minute, the cold from the outside slowly started to fog the outskirts of the glass window.

the train only came by twice a day. 6:40am and 11:40pm weekdays. 12:10am and 9:20pm weekends. i didn’t know what time it was on whatever day i came but it was pitch black out. no stars in the sky, no cricket sounds for miles, no person in sight. i gave up trying to move from the seat, my willingness to even lift a pinky was slim to none. i couldn’t care less if anyone saw me. any decent person would have just walked away if they knew what was good for them.

that night, there was a figure standing on the other side of the train tracks with a lantern held high. maybe twenty feet away. how long were they standing there? there was a good chance that i didn’t even know who it was. like any other night, i chose to ignore— in hopes that they would just leave.

but their lantern burned brighter in response. it was a subtle way of catching my eye but they caught all my attention. the brightness felt like it had finally reached me. it was like the tiniest bit of warmth had melted the frozen exterior of my body, enabling me to move. i was attracted to it. though i wasn’t entirely sure what ‘it’ was. without myself knowing, i was already opening the door.

i walked slow, inch by inch, wanting so bad just to feel that warmth again. just when i could start to feel again, it escaped my reach. i stopped on the tracks and stared at the stranger with a startled expression. right when the warmth left, the motor neurons in my body followed immediately after.

i panicked, not knowing what to do. my body not didn’t want to move. but i think what made me more unsettling was the fact that the stranger didn’t move either. even though the look in my eyes were begging for help.

moments passed, my heartbeart slowed but my mind continued to race with the most unpleasant, forbidden thoughts. knowing exactly where this was going to end, i blatantly stood there. i closed my eyes, listening to wheels of the train riding against the tracks grow from a trickle to a roar. but opened them to see the light shattered on the groud and the stranger reaching out for my hand.

[blog update]

hi there! this is yet again another update post, i bet you’re getting tired of them and i’m sorry. but it’ll be the last one in a while, hopefully. idek if anyone who reads this will actually care but i do need to get things off my chest. i’m making this sound a lot sadder that it actually is, but there is good in it, i promise. you can even skip to the bottom in bold if you really want!

so the past few sleepless nights that i’ve just laid in bed, i’ve soaked up a lot, including all the input that you guys have given me. to all the people that have reached out and given me feedback, thank you so much! but before i announce the news that you’re probably all here for, i would like to express my feelings and thoughts that i think have been bottled up.

world sucks and i want to set everything on fire obviously there’s been a lot going in the span of just a few days. without saying too much, all i will say is that it has taken a toll on me emotionally, more than i originally thought it did. every time a glimmer of hope is in my field of vision, it’s stomped on again by ginormous amounts of cow manure.

i’ve tried to word this in so many ways but the bottom line is: i’m just fucking tired. all the breakdowns i’ve had. the tears out of my eyes. the energy leaving my body. it’s the same feeling of them someone does smth so incredibly stupid that you have absolutely no words to say and you just let them be bc you feel like you already can’t do anything to stop them. but on a so much greater scale. and you feel like you’re just stuck there.

on a very personal note, it also sucks ass coming back on this blog after a long break from kpop. start writing my own content. meeting all you guys. but then having unfavorable events take place and go stumble on a rocky downhill, not knowing when it will never end. you can call me dramatic but it literally felt like someone came knocking on my door just to hit me in the face with a baseball bat ._.

but i was reminded of smth last night: i know one thing for sure. while i was watching svt vids with my lil sister, a smile never left my face. it was 3am and both us filled the living room with so much laughter and admiration. i love svt with my entire chest heart. there is no way in hell that i condone to their recent behaviors (and pledis’ for that matter as well). but like how so many others have stated, svt is a group of kindhearted, respectful, and humble boys no matter what circumstance. and i stand by that.

which brings me to the actual point of discussion: i will gradually start posting my svt writing/works as soon as maybe tmr or wed pst. they’ll probably be in spirts bc i have to get back in the rhythm of writing again, esp for my current series but they will be posted dw! i will try to pry away from writing about wonwoo, seokmin, and vernon for now. moments in july isn’t really a specific member centric fic anyway,,, at least not yet 👀 not saying i won’t ever write for them again, i just think it might be best for everyone’s comfort!

IF YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT PLEASE REFER TO THIS POST AND DO ME A FAVOR AND CONTINUE TO REMIND PLEDIS THAT THEY CAN EAT COW SHIT FOR THE REST OF THEIR DYING DAYS UNTIL THEY TREAT SVT RIGHT. you can even submit/send me pledis memes so i can email/twt them out myself. highly encouraged.

ight i think that’s about it.

thank you guys for your love and patience!! my ask box and dms are always open for anyone that needs to talk!♥️

[kenzie-ann27]

can i get a uuhh fake dating au for steve and richie pls... ;)))

Dude you went through my WIPs because I totally have one in progress with Steve and Richie (we have to come up with a ship name for them lol), but here is something else! :)

"So let me get this straight, Rich. You don't want me to leave, even though you know I am really busy today, and you want me to just stand here, backstage, and do... what? Nothing?"

"I know it sounds crazy, I know. Just trust me, please?"

"You're not going to bring me out to make fun of me again, are you? That was not cool. I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to Detroit."

"Detroit sucks anyway, Steve. You're not missing much. I'm not going to make fun of you. Just stay back here and wait for my cue, okay?"

The shorter man crossed his arms, staring back at the fidgeting man in front of him.

"Are you sure you're doing okay? You look like you're about to puke. I told you that you shouldn't write your own material if you're not going to even tell anyone what you're going to say."

"It's just my first show back, of course I'm going to be nervous."

"You make it sound like your little vacation up in Maine was the worst thing in the world. Thanks for getting me nothing, by the way."

Richie chuckled, mostly at the first part of Steve's statement. It's been a month since he got back home, but it feels as if it all happened yesterday. He took the water bottle that Steve offered, taking a small drink as he waited for the announcer to call his name.

"You sure you can do this? I can tell them-"

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, really. Just stay right here. It's important."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Steve's question went unanswered, as the familiar voice rang out over the speakers, calling Richie out to the stage.

"Okay, fine. I trust you."

Taking a deep breath, Richie nodded and made his way onto the stage. He didn't miss the audience, being alone on stage, knowing that every person was listening fully to every word he said. Sure, comedy has its perks, but certainly not right now.

"Oh, I've missed you guys, too. Vacation sucks, like I haven't been on vacation since college, so this last one felt like murder, you know? Plane tickets, luggage, finding all the weird places to go. People on vacations are always in such a rush, like isn't the whole point of vacation to just not do anything? So, to me, I'm always on vacation until I actually go on vacation. That shit is the hardest work I've done in years."

Richie paused to take a drink of water, somewhat relieved by the warm, laughter-filled welcome but also unsure of where to go from here. He did write this routine, but he never did account for the large crowd of people in front of him.

"Yeah, but vacations aren't all bad, you know? Sometimes you get to learn stuff about yourself, like- you know those vacations that you randomly just take? A spur-of-the-moment thing, like those are great. So I drop everything, go to Maine, of all places, and just have a killer time. I did a lot of surfing, which was really cool. Channel surfing, of course, but it was still cool."

Looking off backstage, Richie noticed Steve having a coughing fit; he had been drinking some water during one of Richie's jokes, not realizing that it really was a joke.

"So, uh... yeah, Maine sucks. Like the only reason you'd probably end up there is if you wanted to go to Portland and you went to Maine instead of Oregon. Breathe... breathing is hard up there, mostly because the smell is so bad. I had a friend who could barely breathe and for a while I honestly thought it was because he didn't want to breathe in that gross-ass air."

Looking back towards Steve and seeing that he was missing from his usual spot, Richie fidgeted with the microphone and tried to remember the next joke.

"He was... he had pretend asthma, which was the dumbest thing. As a kid I didn't know, like I really did think he couldn't breathe but that was just because his elephant of a mom just could never let him go. It makes you think, right? Like how different your life would be if just one thing was different- better. He'd probably be a doctor, like he wouldn't have... he'd be right there, front row. Making me feel like a jackass with that dumb face he would make."

With that, he pulled a very stoic face, Richie biting the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing along with the audience. He looked over and saw that Steve had reappeared, half-listening as he was talking on his phone.

"So like, vacations make you learn shit about yourself. With me, I learned that I'm not as cool as I think I am. I'm actually a giant nerd. I spent my summer vacations in the arcade, playing whatever new game they had. This one summer there was this rumor, you know how those go around," he waved his hand in a circle to emphasize his point. "That this kid, he was the absolute best at Street Fighter. Of course, being me, I was going to practice until I could beat him. Then, there was this one day in July, where I actually run into the kid at the arcade. He's this... he was sort of a punk, I guess. And he, uh... I won, of course... and that's the end of that story. That was not funny at all."

The audience grew silent, awaiting the next joke. Feeling flustered, Richie's hands shook as he held onto the microphone.

"I guess what I'm trying to say about learning about you is that like sometimes you think one thing is better when you don't know what you're missing. Like you live your life one way and then one thing happens and you're like 'oh shit, I can't believe I've been forcing myself to eat broccoli when apples are so much better,' you know? Basically, my whole life I've been told that broccoli is the only way to go. And broccoli is fine, sure. But I hate broccoli. Those kids... the pretend asthma kid, the punk gamer kid, they were apples. But after a while, the apples go bad or they go away. What I'm trying to say... like..."

He looked into the crowd and noticed a few people standing up to leave, bored with this routine that was supposed to be funny and lighthearted and better than this. Richie waved over at Steve without looking, and smiled as he heard the familiar footsteps approaching him.

"You better know what you're doing, you're dying out here."

"This is my manager, Steve- you don't have to give him applause, really, he's terrible. But like he comes to every show here in Chicago, even though managers don't usually do that sort of thing."

"What I've been trying to say here is that like... I haven't been very honest with you guys. This is my first time writing my own shit, and obviously it's not going very well. My best friend told me that you shouldn't have to hide who you are, like be proud and all that shit. He was the best, honestly. Super weird, like he laughed at the dumbest shit- of course, he hated my jokes because they're fucking brilliant- but he made me realize that you can't go your whole life forcing yourself to be someone you're not."

Richie blindly grabbed for Steve, taking hold of his hand tightly. He was whispering his name, trying to get Richie's attention, but they went ignored.

"I know... I know this set has been the worst, but like I've been trying to say some important shit. Steve here is really the whole operation, the reason I'm here where I am."

Richie looked at him, who was giving him a look that screamed "what the fuck are you doing?"

"I've been avoiding the words my whole life, honestly. Even now I can't say them, and it's obvious. But like... this is Steve, and he's just... we..."

Steve's face softened, realizing the words that Richie was trying to force himself to say. Taking the microphone out of his hand, he looks into the audience while trying to come up with the best words to say.

"I think what Richie's trying to say is that he's a really shitty boyfriend. Just say it already, dude."

He laughed as he passed the microphone back to Richie, prying his hand away and walking back to his regular spot backstage. For the second time that night, the crowd went silent. No one seemed to know what to say, and Richie wasn't sure whether he should leave or come up with more to say.

"I... uh... he's a real charmer, isn't he? Now you know why he's always back there."

Richie looked back at the audience, who was laughing at his halfhearted jab at the man who was smiling at him backstage, giving Richie a proud nod as he walked off to answer his phone.

"Yeah... so obviously I'm the worst at choosing a good type. There's the hypochondriac, the obsessive neat-freak, the shitty gamer, and that little guy who acts tough but he cried after seeing Titanic. Like I spoiled the ending for him and he still cried about it. He's ridiculous, so you're welcome for taking him off the market. No, no. He's great. Or maybe I could just be saying that because he's the reason I'm getting paid tonight, you'll never know. Just kidding, I'm not getting paid at all. So, thanks for coming to whatever this has been. For what it's worth, you guys have been a really cool audience tonight. I know this whole thing was all over the place, but yeah. Thank you."

[itsallavengers]

PRETRY PRETTY PLS CAN WE GET A SNIPPET OR PARAGRAPH OR S O M E T H I N G FROM THE BOYDGAURD AU UR WORKING ON IT'S BEEN 65 YEARS I'M CRAVINGGGG

As u wish...

(For background knowledge- this is an au where Steve is actually an assassin hired to kill Tony for dealing weapons to terrorists, but he goes undercover as a bodyguard in order to make sure the claims made against Tony are correct before actually taking him out. They...uh, don’t get along at first.)

“Hey, Steve, you nearly ready to go?” Stark asked, adjusting his cufflinks and shooting himself one last glance in the mirror before turning around and wandering over to Steve, who was stood at ease in the kitchen of his penthouse.

Stark certainly looked...dashing. Dressed to the nines, and ready to head out to the annual Maria Stark Charity Ball, he gave off an aura of appeal that even Steve struggled to ignore. He could see how it was so easy for the man to retain his playboy persona. Stark just oozed charisma and seduction in the sort of way which was impossible to look past.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, and then held out his hand, giving Stark the bundle of letters he’d collected from reception, “got these for you, too. Miss Potts told me I had to visually confirm you opened them, because apparently they’re very important. So if you don’t mind,” Steve gestured down at them, giving Stark a smile as the man shot the small pile a dirty look.

“We have a very tight schedule, here, Steven, do I really have to-”

“I don’t make the rules, sir,” Steve answered, trying to keep the amusement off his face as Stark took them with a huff, pulling each one open quickly and doing nothing more than glance at what was written before throwing them to the side, where they would undoubtedly be ignored for the next several months-

“Sonofabitch!” Stark cursed suddenly, and Steve’s head shot up, watching in confusion as the man seemed to jerk, dropping the letter with a yell as his other hand rose up to his chest.

Steve suddenly noticed, shocked, as a little trail of deep crimson began to trickle down Stark’s hand; seeping out through the cracks between his fingers, down his wrist, over the crisp white of his cuffs.

Steve moved immediately, stepping forward and tapping the discarded envelope further away from them both as he stretched out his arm, instinctively reaching for the injury.

There was far too much blood for that to have just been a papercut.

“Fuck,” Stark hissed, looking down at the little finger his entire hand was clutched around and wincing, “that crazy son of a bitch put a fucking razorblade in the flap!”

Steve grabbed his forearm. “Sink,” he ordered quickly, steering them both over to the tap and then setting it running, leaning over to grab at the box of tissues Stark kept on the counter as he did so.

Stark was muttering various curses under his breath as he ran his finger tentatively in the stream. Immediately, the water turned a light shade of pink, blood mixing with the liquid before falling down the drain. “God, my poor suit,” he moaned, looking dismally at the newly stained cuffs.

“I really don’t think that’s your main priority right now,” Steve gritted, as he lifted Stark’s hand out of the water and then wrapped a few layers of tissue around his finger. Taking Stark’s other hand, he pressed it around the cut with steady fingers. “Hold it,” he muttered, before turning away and moving over to the envelope that was now lying on the floor.

“Don’t touch it!” Stark called, hurrying over, “it might be poisoned.” He stopped, then, eyes going a little wide. “You don’t think I’ve been poisoned, do you?”

“That’s what I’m gonna check,” Steve replied shortly, crouching down and then lifting the envelope off the floor by the corner of the paper.

Grabbing a knife from the cutlery drawer to his right, he took it in hand and then pried the flap open once more.

Four thin razor edges glistened up at him, stuck to the underside. One of them was coated in a thin layer of red.

“How the fuck did that get past the security checks?” Stark gasped incredulously, leaning down to look at it with a shocked expression on his face.

“Tony,” Steve snapped, turning and placing the man’s hand back around his wound as it began snaking forward, trying to pick up the paper, “you need to staunch the flow. And you need to let me have a look. I know about this stuff.”

Tony raised an eyebrow and made a tutting sound with his tongue, but his hand went back around the already-reddening tissue. Steve nodded to himself, and then used the knife to gently peel the razor which had cut Stark off the paper.

It came away with a little tear, and Steve delicately picked it up with the edge of the knife, moving it close to his face, squinting in the light. He had a basic knowledge in how to test for poisons- but Natasha was really the one he needed here.

Putting the blade down, he moved back to the envelope, prying the blade on the other corner up. He traced the flat surface lightly with a pinkie; searching for the telltale moisture which would imply they had been dipped in something. When his finger came up dry, he moved it to his nose, giving a strong sniff. A lot of the stronger toxins tended to carry a smell with them.

“I doubt it was poisoned,” Steve said eventually, putting it down and turning back to Stark, who was looking at him with a curious expression on his face, “it would’ve had to be a very strong substance if it were going to do that much damage from a cut finger, and so you would already have started showing symptoms. You feel drowsy? Ill? Light-headed?” Steve asked, leaning forward, narrowing his eyes and staring into Stark’s brown ones, checking for pupil dilation or an unfocused gaze.

Stark stopped, opening his mouth and looking a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights as Steve leaned down and glared at him. “I...uh, no. No, I’m fine,” he stuttered, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

Steve’s gaze flickered down, just for a moment as he watched it. Stark’s breath hitched- a tiny little thing- and suddenly Steve was acutely aware of how close they were.

“You need to see a doctor,” Steve told him, backing away and moving over to his cupboards. “You keep a first-aid kit around here somewhere? That cut should really be bandaged properly.”

“I don’t have time for a doctor,” Stark said from behind him, “I have to get to the Foundation’s evening, remember? I’ll just change my shirt and bandage myself up, and then we’ll get going-”

“Tony,” Steve stopped, turning back to face him, “you’re not going out now. Not after this, come on.”

Stark stopped, and then his face seemed to do a little spasm. “I’m sorry- did you just tell me I can’t go?”

“I’m your personal bodyguard, Tony,” Steve said, with a roll of his eyes as he crouched low and looked through the drawers. Stark may never have been told what to do before in his life, but maybe it was time he learnt. “I have to keep you safe- someone has somehow managed to slip this in with your regular mail, and that is not something we can afford to take lightly-”

“Neither is the Foundation Ball,” Stark interrupted harshly. Everything about him had turned defensive; from posture to tone. “This is one of the most important events of the year for the Maria Stark Foundation, okay, and I’m not missing it. I can rack up thousands of donations tonight. It’s huge.”

“It’s an unnecessary risk,” Steve countered, “you’re putting yourself in harm’s way for something you can do at any other point in the year-”

“Rogers, I’m not sure you’re very well-versed in the ways of the rich socialite, but let me tell you- the opportunity to get so many of them, all in one place, all with loose wallets, is an incredibly rare one. We plan this months in advance so everyone can put a space in their schedules. It’s a huge moneymaker, and I will not miss it because I got a cut on my finger,” Stark hissed, stepping forward and shaking his head, “this was my mother’s charity, and she invested her life and soul into it. There are thousands of people relying on it. You’re delusional if you think I’m just gonna sit here and let them down.”

Steve stopped searching, just for a second, mouth shutting and words dying on his lips. The response had thrown him- was Stark saying he was going to risk his life? All for some goddamn charity gala?

“I’m going, Steve. And the kit’s over in the top right shelf,” Stark told him, and although Steve’s back was turned, he goddamn knew the guy was rolling his eyes.

Probably.

Steve took another second to compose himself, before he stood up and reached over to the shelf, feeling around until he grabbed the small pack in between palm and fingers. Pulling it down, he let himself hold the frown on his face for an extra second, before schooling it back into neutrality once more as he turned on his heel and walked back over to Stark. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing the chair down to his right.

Stark, because apparently he felt like pissing Steve off seven ways to sunday, just hopped up on to the counter, a cheeky smirk on his face.

Steve rolled his eyes and shot Stark a look that was probably deemed unprofessional, but he stepped forward again, moving to Stark’s left and grabbing his hand. “Hold still.”

Stark did as he was told; pulling off the tissue and revealing a finger which was soaked in red from where the bloody tissue had rubbed. Steve grabbed a clean one and then purposely moved toward the sink rather than lean over Stark. He could feel the other man’s gaze burning into the side of his face, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

He didn’t know what to make of pretty much anything anymore, and he was about ready to start screaming in frustration.

Stark remained silent as Steve soaked the tissue and then moved back, cleaning his finger delicately before unzipping the first-aid kit and pulling out the roll of bandages. “You’re lucky this doesn’t need stitches,” he muttered, beginning to wrap it around Stark’s injury.

He heard the tiny intake of breath and the sound of his lips opening as he made to talk, but the words never came out of Stark’s mouth. Steve chose to just continue with his work; adamantly fixing his gaze to the bandage rather than anywhere else where he might risk catching Stark’s eyes. The air felt tense, and Steve wasn’t sure why.

“There was a letter,” Stark said suddenly, and Steve almost jumped from the noise, “in the envelope. There was a letter.”

Steve stopped, turning to look at the offending object as it sat on the table. Wordlessly, he tied the bandage off and then moved over, picking it up and then carrying it over to Stark. “You got a pair of tweezers or something?” Steve asked, unwilling to simply expose the world to whatever might be inside.

“Better than that,” Stark told him, “JARVIS?”

“Scanning now, sir.”

Steve’s eyebrows hitched a little higher, and Stark just grinned in response. “He’s a handy little fellow, isn’t he?”

“Scan complete. The package is clean, sir.”

Immediately, Stark reached for the letter in Steve's hand, but he pulled away before the fingers could curl around and grab it, holding it behind him and stopping Stark with his other hand over the man’s chest. “Let me,” he told him, pursing his lips as he glanced down at it.

“Oh, come on, JARVIS already said it's completely cl-”

“Let me, Tony,” Steve interrupted the insufferable man, “it's my job.”

Stark glared, but ultimately fell back with an exasperated huff and allowed Steve to pull his hand back, using it to delicately slide his finger under the area where he'd pulled away the razor. Fingers found the edge of paper, and he tugged delicately, half expecting another danger to arise as he did so.

But there was nothing. Just a small slip of paper, the top edge slightly slanted from where the sender had obviously cut off the overhanging edge.

“Your blood is my blood,” Stark read out a little incredulously over his shoulder, his face a picture of disdain, “what the fuck does that even mean?”

“something sinister, I'm guessing,” Steve replied absently, looking close at the words in front of him. “Looks like a man’s writing. Left handed. The paper’s expensive stuff; they were obviously wanting to put effort into the presentation.”

“Wait,” Stark said suddenly, grabbing Steve's wrist and narrowing his eyes, “ there’s something on the back.”

He leaned forward a little, holding Steve's hand in place as he squinted at the smaller print in front of him. “More to come,” he spoke slowly.

There was a silence, and then their eyes met.  Stark’s face looked apprehensive- not scared, exactly, but...foreboding, almost. “Well that doesn’t sound sinister at all,” the man said cheerily, shrugging his shoulders and then plucking it from Steve’s grasp. “I’ll send it down to the labs- test it for prints and all that.”

“Tony,” Steve began, “I strongly suggest you take the night off and lay low, just for a few days, as a precaution-”

He may as well have been talking to a brick wall. Stark was already undoing his tie and pulling away the first buttons of his shirt, walking back to his room. “I’ll be two minutes. I need to pick out a new shirt and clean away the blood- but after that, we can get going,” he called out, entirely ignoring Steve’s previous words of warning.

Steve watched him move across the room; shucking off his shirt entirely to reveal tanned skin and toned muscle- just for a second- before he ducked around the corner and went off in the direction of his room.

Steve felt his cheeks heat up at the sight, and forcefully fought off the mental image that stuck in his mind. Now was most definitely, certainly, unequivocally not the time for that. At all.

Ever.

[singingunderthecurtain]

Hand Gesture (손짓) Halloween One Shot

Also posted in AFF

Photos not mine. All found in Google. But I created the moodboard

Author: @loeyeolty AU: Canon Genre: Crack with a little Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Multiple EXO members x Multiple OCs Trigger Warning: None Word Count: 2,325

Plot: After Jongdae ends up things with Iseul, the good-looking man with the white mask and black tux didn't seem so bad...

This Oneshot follows the ‘Tear You Apart’ Universe but it’s not necessarily a sequel. It can be read as a standalone. 

"Is this..your autograph?"

"Yes, by now, you could guess who I am."

I squint at the signature on my cast, I rack my brains to recall but "I'm sorry, I don't recognize.."

"Okay, let's make a deal, you can ask questions about me, and I can ask questions about you and Jongdae's breakup."

Mr. Phantom pitches a proposal I can't resist because, with the length of our conversation, I am just dying out of curiosity to know who he is.

"But how do you know that Jongdae and I?"

"Oppa knows everything."

Chohee POV

"Can you tone it down? Iseul is.."

Iseul is a fucking mess. I could barely mouth those words, staring at the disheveled girl shoving avocado ice cream down her throat and covered in snot.

"I just got our costumes from the mail, Iseul will be Regina George, Chohee you be Karen, while I'll be Gretchen because my hair is so big it's full of secrets.."

I made a hand gesture, slitting my hand against my throat towards Hyoeun, hoping that through my telepathic signals, she would shut up.

"You're Karen eonni because your boobs can tell the weather.." she didn't get the message.

"While Jongdae can be Aaron Samuels.." oh fuck Hyoeun said the worst word in this situation.

"JONGDAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Iseul wailed in the same manner as Jongdae's perilous 'ah wae'.

"Why, what's wrong?" Hyo approached the crying heartbroken girl and patted her in reassuring strokes.

"Shit Iseul, I didn't know.."

"That's because you rarely come home here. You practically live in Chanyeol's apartment!" Iseul hissed.

"What! No, I'm just..busy with..work.. you know.." she stuttered. "overtime is a killer."

I do not know how to break this down gently but, I butted in

"Jongdae wrote a song for their next album, about.." I cleared the lump in my throat, "Handjobs."

"You see, this," Iseul stretched out her right hand, in a tiny bandage.

"Ever since I started my new writing job, my carpal tunnel has gotten worse. The doctor explicitly told me to 'avoid all jobs involving your hands.’ "

Hyoeun smirked, seemingly understanding what the doctor meant.

"Doctor also told me to rest my left hand, as it was starting to show symptoms of carpal as well."

Hyo makes a joke, trying to lighten the situation, but failed. "Hmm.. the carpal tunnel of love."

"Iseul has been taking care of her hands for the past 6 months.." I grabbed a scoop of Iseul's ice cream, but she refused to share.

"This has been going on for 6 months? and I was not informed?" How irrational of Hyo.

"Little did I know that while I was taking care of my hands, someone else’s hands were taking care of Jongdae's.." Iseul bawls out again.

"Jongdae showed me the prototype lyrics of 'Sonjit', then I apologized for being a bad girlfriend for the past six months," due to a shortage of tissues,  Iseul found purchase on the next best thing to wipe her runny nose, Hyo's baggy sweater.

"Then he said..he was the one who should apologize because he has needs, and he has sourced out his needs elsewhere.."

"Jongdae's a fucking asshole. Where is he?" Hyo tightens her fist into a ball, ready to run out of the door.

"It's okay Hyo," Iseul pulls Hyo back, pinching her sweater, now covered with snot at the backside. "You haven't heard the worst yet."

"I screamed at him, I wanted to break up. The bitch had the fucking nerve to beg. He told me not to throw away the 4 years we were together, that I overlook this instance of his cheating.."

Iseul's breathing was gradually replaced by rapid pants, and more blows to Hyo's clothing, much to her annoyance.

"I just blacked out, and before I knew it, I had injured my left hand by slamming his door all too hastily and forcefully..hence the new bandage on my left hand."

"Oh Iseul honey, at this rate the only Halloween costume fitting for you would be Samurai X's Shishio Makoto.." Iseul buries herself in Hyo's comforting arms.

"Chanyeol and I are planning a Halloween after party at his place, we should all go, dance, drink, have fun and forget that shit of an asshole Jongdae."

"Chanyeol and you?" I raised my brow at the thought.

"I meant Chanyeol, I'm not involved in the planning whatsoever."

"You're so defensive," I quipped and rummaged through Hyo's Halloween costumes. "They're all pink."

"What if Jongdae's there?" Iseul sniffled.

"I'll make sure he isn't on the guest list." Hyo confidently surmised, wiping off the snot off her hoodie.

"You're in charge of the guest list? So I guess you and Chanyeol are really the hosts?" it's been a year since we caught them and honestly everyone is fucking tired of their secret rendezvous. "Just fucking admit it Hyo, everyone already knows."

Hyo rolls her eyes at me, ignoring my comment. Iseul changes the topic.

"But what about me? I will look like shit in any costume, I'm handicapped as fuck."

"We can fix that." Hyo beamed.

~~~~~

Iseul POV

A Baekhyun dressed in cony pajamas and eye mask greets us and hands us various drinks.

"Chohee!" He squealed. Wherever we go, Hyoeun and I disappear in Baekhyun's eyes, all he sees is Chohee Chohee Chohee.

"You are all dressed in pink, you look pretty tonight!" Baekhyun chugs down a pink-tinged drink, the bitter aftertaste reaches his throat, evident from the sour face he made.

"Thanks, I'm Gretchen Weiners, Chohee is Karen.." Hyo proudly shows off our pink tops and pink micro skirts then whisper something close to Baekhyun. The latter's face lights up, much to the suspense of Chohee and I.

"And you are?" Baekhyun turns to me.

"She's Regina George after she got hit by a bus.." Hyo I am going to fucking kill you.

Hyo deliberately dressed me up with a metal neck and body braces, with both of my hands bandaged.

"oh yeah, I recall she got hit by the bus.." Baekhyun giggled. Despite how embarrassing I looked, at least people recognized me as Regina George.

"Chohee," Baekhyun shoves me and Hyo away, making his way to Chohee. "So I heard your breasts can tell the weather?"

~~~~~

Let's all go to Chanyeol's Halloween Party. It would be fun they said. We'll never leave you alone they said. Of course, they're having fun. Hyo has run off with her iron man, Baekhyun remains captivated by Chohee's weather-predicting breasts. and I’m here stuck in a corner with my handicapped hands.

"I've never seen anyone with much dedication to their costume, even binding their hands in a cast," a guy, clad in a tux with a cape, but his face covered with a mask sits on the bar beside me.

"Oh they're real," I push myself to make conversation. Usually, I'm an introvert, having a boyfriend like Jongdae, you never had a shortage of people around you, but now I'm on my own.

"What? What happened to you Ms. Regina-George -after -the -bus -hit- her?" Mr. Phantom of the Opera grabs my wrists gently and examines them on the bar table.

"How did you know I was Regina George?" I was surprised.

"Someone stuck a sticker on your back, reading those exact words. You have good friends." He chuckled

Hyo..I will get my revenge on you..today..or someday. You'll see. My eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"Don't be so mad over Hyo. Or we can plot revenge over her. One blowjob please," he motions to the bartender.

"Are you a mind reader? who are you?"

"You don't know me Iseul?"

His hand tried to pry off his mask, only to put it back again.

"I'm the Phantom of the Opera."

"It wouldn't be fun if I revealed myself so easily, Iseul." So I see, this guy is trying to play a game. He better be handsome behind that mask or else I'm suing.

"I don't like talking to people who won't even tell me their name, thank you." I wanted to walk away but I realized I could not push myself off the bar stool without external help.

"Are you...trying to ..escape?"

The man laughed at my futile efforts, tears forming beside my eyes.

"Yes, but my hands hurt. I have carpal tunnel due for surgery next week.."

I tried pushing myself down, but to no avail, hearing his gentle chuckles only added fuel to the fire.

"Please stop laughing at my efforts."

"I would say you're so darn cute and pretty right now, only if you weren't Jongdae's girlfriend." He watched me struggle all the more.

"Thanks but complements won't help me get off this chair.."

"No, pls stay Iseul-ssi, I have lots of wisdom to impart to you as the phantom of the opera.."

"We don't have anything in common, I don't even know your name, Mister."

"We both have carpal tunnel."

And at that moment, I stopped trying to escape. Like a pickup line, We both have carpal tunnel, was magic to my ears, gravitating me towards him.

I shimmied back to my seat, "you have my attention now,"

Mr. Phantom was very knowledgeable. He shared with me his knowledge and experience regarding our common illness...oh god is this what understanding feels like? Being with Jongdae for a long time, I have felt his gradual coldness towards me, especially since I started getting sick with my hands and all that.

When I told Jongdae before that my wrists needed rest, all I got in return was a simple "mmm." followed up by a rather disgusting question, "so can you do things with your feet?'

I do not know how my romantic relationship with Jongdae turned into sour and soulless just there for sex relationship. I feel so used.

"Iseul-ssi are you alright?" Mr. Phantom has released my hand back to me, after drunkenly examining it.

"Sorry, I just got trapped in my thoughts," I noticed a not-so-tiny scribble on my left hand.

"Is this..your autograph?"

"Yes, by now, you could guess who I am."

I squint at the signature on my cast, I rack my brains to recall but "I'm sorry, I don't recognize.."

"Okay, let's make a deal, you can ask questions about me, and I can ask questions about you and Jongdae's breakup."

Mr. Phantom pitches a proposal I can't resist because, with the length of our conversation, I am just dying out of curiosity to know who he is.

"But how do you know that Jongdae and I?"

"Oppa knows everything."

We were momentarily distracted when Chanyeol (minus his ironman headgear) takes the DJ stage and starts playing his own mixes, screaming "everybody stand, put your hands up!"

Mr. Phantom follows suit, as well as everyone, leaving me glued to my seat.

Looking at everyone having fun, screaming at the top of their lungs, and all I could think about was how fun it would be if Jongdae were here. But no, he was not the one who has his hands nor heartbroken.

It was then that I realized that Mr. Phantom was looking at me, with concerned eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you could not dance right now."

"No, it's okay, I think I'm not fit to party right now. I think I should head home, You should enjoy the party."

"No, don't go home. You'll be left alone with your thoughts, thinking about your break up over and over."

"It's kinda eerie that you know me so well. I wanna make a wild guess Phantom-ssi... are you Shinee's Jonghyun?"

"I'm actually offended that you thought of me as that.." he scoffed.

"Then... Taemin?" I cocked my head to the side, I honestly have no clue who this man is.

"Grab your friends, grab your lover, grab your dates, today's Hallow's eve, as we countdown to October 31!" Chanyeol growled through his mic.

"Chanyeol's weird, I've never heard of Halloween countdowns before," our eyes met and both of us shrugged in unison.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Baekhyun grab in his arms my friend, Chohee. Hyo was rushing to go to Chanyeol's Dj booth, among other couples, holding onto each other.

"This is rather awkward," my seatmate breathed.

"...Do you want to step out?" He added.

"That's a better suggestion. I'm getting claustrophobic in this party." Mr. Phantom offers his hand, helping you go down the bar stool, and slowly leads you the way out.

"This is better," you find the perfect spot on the rooftop of Chanyeol's apartment. Your companion looks dashing under the moonlight, the autumn breeze blowing thru his cape. You secretly wished the wind would blow away his mask too.

Common sense dictated that it is wrong to share secrets with a stranger, but he didn't seem like one at all. Your blow by blow account of Jongdae's disregard for your health and eventual breakup did not seem to shock him at all.

"You don't seem shocked by what I am saying," you paused and looked at your friend who was drawing comforting circles with his palm across your cold back.

"Because I know everything, I know the girl he cheated on you with. I feel guilty that I had known before but because it was your relationship, the rest of the boys decided to stay mum."

Despite his warm hand on your back, you felt chills run down your spine.

"You're cold," Mr phantom drapes his cape over you.

"So... you're one of EXO?" You gasped. "And who is this girl?"

"Make a guess," a faint smile cracked under his mask.

"Xiumin? Are you Xiumin?"

"Wrong."

"Kyungsoo?"

"Get your thoughts together Iseul, Kyungsoo was staring at us a while ago. He was that grudge kid… Final hint: Iseul I’ve always had a crush on you and I hated the fact that you were Jongdae's girlfriend. You are an awesome girl and.."

"Junmyeon?" Come to think of it. Jongdae rarely took you out with Suho. All of his friends that you’ve known were Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Sometimes Sehun, sometimes Kai. But almost never Suho.

Mr phantom slowly takes off his mask, revealing his impeccable facial features coupled with the smirk on his face

Like gravity, he pulls you in and you lean in as he gives you a soft peck on your lips,

He was slow and gentle enough, measuring if you were ready for more

Junmyeon immediately draws out, but not far enough from you. Your foreheads touching as he pleads

"I'm sorry."

"I'm drunk.." indeed he tasted like sweet liquor.

"It's okay, I'm sober, Junmyeon."

"Can I kiss you Iseul?"

You pull him in closer, stifling your giggles "you just did!"

The first time was a wonder, the second time was deeper.

"I have always found you interesting too but right now, I'm so angry over what happened..." You glance at Junmyeon who looks more handsome without the mask.

"It wasn't your fault Iseul. I guess Jongdae, he was an asshole. He had been stringing Seulgi all along you were dating."

Junmyeon reassuringly places your bandaged hands on his lap.

"And I’m so sorry this happened to you."

"None of this is your fault Junmyeon, I am just glad someone listened to me tonight."

You tried to smile at Junmyeon despite your throbbing aching heart, and he reciprocated with a heartwarming smile too.

"Iseul I still can’t believe he blamed his lack of handjobs to your carpal.. when in fact he has been cheating all along..."

Junmyeon shakes his head. "I am not angry at my friend but I am so disappointed in him."

"Hey my hands may be injured right now but I can still do other things.."

---END---

Y’ALL GIVE LOVE TO @loeyeolty for writing again after being slumped in life and work for months!!! 💖💖💖

[jaeminlore]

Natural Disaster // Moon Taeil

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the prompt: what if Taeil is a florist who never give any girls a flower before but one day he met a girl who asking him to teach her about flower language and making boquets, since he getting extra money he finds with it but the more they spend time together the more Taeil attract to this girl till he cant help but kiss her after that she never coming back to continue her lesson later Taeil found out that the flower boquets was for her dead lover after that is up to you.

words: 1983

category: angst

author note: angst and i have a relationship that shall never be destroyed. but there really isn’t that much angst in this and it’s kinda messy pls forgive me my brain is fried. also sorry for killing taeyong.

- destinee

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Another slow day at his family’s florist. Taeil figured he couldn’t complain. It really was an easy job. All he had to do was arrange bouquets and recommend them to people. Besides, he loved flowers. He loved flowers so much he was hoping to be given the flower shop when his father retired.

The door opened, and the cool breeze told Taeil that someone had entered. “Hello, welcome to Moon’s Arrangements. How can I help you?”

When he looked up, however, he felt heat creep up the back of his neck. You had sunglasses perched on your head, keeping your hair out of your forehead. Your eyes were clear and resolved, and Taeil found himself forgetting how to speak for a moment.

Luckily, you spoke first, showing him a gentle smile. “Hi, I’m Y/n. Can you tell me what flowers mean?”

Taeil furrowed his eyebrows, “Pardon?”

You chuckled nervously, lowering your gaze to the floor. “Well, I heard from my aunt that you know a lot of flower meanings. I was hoping you could help me put together some bouquets. I’d pay you, of course.”

Taeil scratched the back of his neck nervously. Was this a trick? How else would a beautiful girl come into his shop, wanting to pay actual money to spend time with him? Okay, the payment was for lessons, but still.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

You pulled a notebook out of your purse, “Tell me everything you know.”

“Alright,” Taeil said. “Come back with me.”

The two of you walked behind the counter and into the back room, where the arrangements were made. Snippets of buds, leaves, and stems littered the tables. There was a refrigerator just to your right, playing house for many readymade arrangements.

Taeil took a large composition book off of one of the tables and opened it to a random page. “Okay, you want to learn the name and you want to know what they look like, right?”

“Absolutely,” you answered. “I want to be able see a flower on the side of the road and know exactly what it’s meaning is.”

“Okay,” Taeil said. “I’m a bit unprepared this time, but if you come back tomorrow, I’ll have fifteen flowers ready to go over with you.”

“I’ll be back at eight in the morning,” you said.

“I’ll be here,” Taeil answered, his heart already pounding at the thought of seeing you again.

-

You sat across from Taeil, sipping an americano. You had been here for hours, and save for the breaks Taeil took to take care of other customers, you had been working solely on memorizing flowers and their meanings.

Taeil held up a flower. The lily-shape was one hint, along with the startling orange and yellow color. “What’s this?”

“That’s a Alstroemeria,” you answered with ease. “It means aspiring.”

“Good,” he praised you. He held up a second flower, this one purple and somewhat bell-shaped. “Try this one.”

“Amaryllis. Dramatic.”

He nodded and held up flower after flower. You got them all right.

Finally, he held up the last flower: one with yellow petals and a raised middle. “Last one, Y/n. What’s this?”

“Black-eyed Susan,” you said. A grin appeared on Taeil’s face, prompting you to keep going. “It means encouragement.”

“Excellent!” Taeil said. “If we do this every day, you’ll become a pro in no time.”

“I’ll see you later, then,” you said, packing up your stuff to leave quickly.

Taeil watched you go, with no courage to ask you to stay a little while longer.

-

“So, you’ve got your primary colors and your secondary colors, as well as your shades,” Taeil told you, “the trick is making sure there is just enough amount of each without overdoing it.”

“Great,” you said. “Where do we start?”

“We’ll start with three colors,” Taeil said. “Try using one of each category.”

“Okay,” you grabbed three different colored roses: pink, yellow, and white. “What about these?”

“Good for a first try,” Taeil said. “Now arrange them and try to tell me what they mean.”

You did as he said, clipping the stems like he showed you. You then arranged all of the roses into one vase. “Okay. Pink means admiration. Yellow means friendship, and white means purity.”

“Great!” Taeil said. He watched your serious expression as you arranged the bouquet. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you want to learn all this?”

“Hmm?” You lifted your gaze to his. “Oh, I’m just curious and have a lot of time on my hands.”

“Really? It’s like school, though.” Taeil handed you a rose, and you thanked him. “Are you looking to become a florist yourself? Make your own arrangements?”

“Something like that,” you answered. “I’d like to make the perfect arrangement one day.”

“Well, I hope I can help you make the perfect arrangement.” Taeil found himself staring at you. The way your hair was messy from the humidity, hastily hidden under a baseball cap. Your lips were pursed as you critiqued your work.

He could really describe it. He supposed, however, that he had been around natural beauty all his life. He knew what it looked like.

There were flowers the color of the sunset. Trees twisted and tangled just like the clouds. There was beauty in planting a man made garden. There was beauty in watching a natural, wildflower garden grow.

Your beauty was natural, all right. Taeil could tell that you never wore makeup. Even when you did, it was in the softest colors. Pretty oceanic hues and sunrise shades.

Taeil wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to discover your secrets and find out why you were so closed off towards him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t talk to him; you did. But it was about surface subjects. Things like school and work and flowers.

He didn’t know the deeper context of your life. He wanted to, though. However, he knew it wasn’t his place to pry, so he never intruded.

Still, he wished you would open up to him.

-

“So, Cosmos?”

“Peaceful.”

“Ginger?”

“Pride.”

“Iris?”

“Inspiration.”

“Pansy?”

“Loving thoughts.”

“Good,” Taeil said.

You smiled proudly, “I’ve been studying, Taeil. I think I’ll come back tomorrow to make my perfect bouquet. And then our lessons will be over!”

Taeil smiled sadly, “Well, hopefully you’ll come back to see me, right?”

You smiled back at the boy who ha become somewhat of a friend to you. “Right, Taeil.”

-

You returned the next day and made your way to the back room while Taeil helped a few of the usual morning customers.

You carried a notebook with you, effectively labeled with certain flowers Taeil had taught you about over the few weeks .

Striped carnation: refusal.

White carnation: remembrance

Geranium: comfort

Lilac: first love

Red roses: passionate love

Heather: solitude

Daffodil: rebirth and new beginnings

Your list wasn’t long, but each flower held a special meaning you wanted to convey in your arrangement.

Taeil came in as you were gathering the flowers. He watched from the doorway as you grabbed a beautiful black vase.

“Wouldn’t you rather a brighter color?” He asked.

You jumped, finally noticing his presence. Only when you looked up did Taeil notice you were dressed twice as nice as usual, and your hair was tied up in a neat bun. “Going somewhere special?”

“You could say that,” you whispered. “And this vase is fine, thanks.”

Taeil walked up and read from your list before looking at the the flowers you’ve collected. “Y/n… these don’t match.”

“I know,” you said simply.

“What about what I taught you? Colors matching colors and meanings matching meanings?”

“Those don’t matter,” you answered. “I’ve already decided to make this bouquet. I’m paying for all the expenses, so it won’t matter.”

You were still so cold towards him. A natural blizzard, rejecting any friendly advances he made towards you. Although you smiled for him and engaged in conversation, you still seemed a thousand miles away.

Taeil sighed and leaned against the counter, grabbing a pair of shears. The two of you prepared the bouquet in silence. A silence you seemed comfortable with.

However, to Taeil, it was a cloudy silence filled with questions. He craved anything that would bring him closer to you, the mysterious girl who showed up at his flower shop one day.

Suddenly, you smiled. Dimples appeared on your cheeks and Taeil found himself grinning at your innocent giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.” You shook your head. “I was just thinking about something my mom said.”

“What’d she say?” Taeil asked.

“Just a small joke.”

“Tell me,” Taeil begged.

“Okay,” you cleared your throat and turned to him.

Hiding the giggles behind your palm, you straightened up, “Okay. What’s a cow’s favorite color?”

Taeil chuckled at your cuteness, “I dunno. What?”

You giggled, “Burger-dy. Get it? Like burgundy?”

Taeil nearly face palmed at the lame joke. “Wow.”

“What?” You pouted. “It was funny.”

Taeil couldn’t really help himself. In that moment, you looked so unapologetically beautiful. He couldn’t help but blurt, “Can I kiss you?”

-

Your eyes widened as the boy suddenly leaned in, his lips inches from yours. You were frozen, unable to answer him. Instead, you simply nodded, thinking it would be okay.

It’s been almost a year, Y/n. It’ll be fine.

But it wasn’t fine. Because Taeil’s lips were nothing compared to his. Taeil’s touch reminded you of the way he used to hold you.

You pushed Taeil away. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

You dug your wallet out of your pocket and extracted some money, placing it on the counter. In a rush, you spoke to Taeil as you grabbed the bouquet, “I have to go.”

“Wait!” Taeil grabbed your wrist. “Did I come on too strong? I’m sorry.”

“It’s not that,” you answered, offering him a sad smile. “It’s just that I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Goodbye, Taeil.”

He let you go, and you could hear his soft voice as you went, “Goodbye, Y/n.”

-

It had been two weeks. Taeil didn’t know where you were, for you hadn’t returned to the flower shop.

He wondered if it was his fault. Maybe he had read your signals wrong and you hadn’t wanted to kiss him. Did he scare you?

He pondered this as he walked to the local church, a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was to deliver them to the church, where there was a piano recital for the children.

He took in his surroundings. The steeple of the church in the distance, the graveyard, the children’s playground…

Taeil did a double take at the graveyard, his eyes falling on a familiar bouquet. The red of the roses, the pink of the geranium, the yellow of the daffodils… it was your bouquet.

Hesitantly, he walked through the gate of the cemetery. With no one around, he crouched down at the grave and read the label.

Lee Taeyong: a son, a lover, and a friend. 1995-2017

It all made sense. Your closed off personality, your unwillingness to get close to him, your will to learn about flowers and their meaning. All of it was for this Lee Taeyong, who, judging by the meaning of the flowers, was your boyfriend.

It hadn’t even been a year. No wonder you hadn’t kissed him back. You could still feel love for your late boyfriend. Or maybe you felt guilty to kiss someone so soon after his death.

Either way, Taeil couldn’t say.

He paid his respects before standing up and making his way back towards the church.

He wished he had gotten your contact, or anything really. He just wanted to be the friend you obviously needed; romance could wait on mourning.

But he couldn’t find you, and he was afraid he would never find you again.

~the end~

[baekhyunsahoe]

BBKY92 has posted!

By some small miracle, chanyeol makes it back to his apartment, jongin in tow. He thought they had taken uber pool but apparently not so they were having an impromptu drunken sleepover.

Chanyeol’s place is mini sized. It’s got zero bedrooms, one bath, and a small kitchen. they nearly trip over and die over the shoes at the door but somehow manage to land on the bed [if you can even call it that]. It’s nothing more than a futon on the floor with a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals.

Jongin’s sprawled on his back, chanyeol side eyes his sockless state of foot that had probably been sockless since the start. That guy never liked socks. Chanyeol never liked sweaty feet from not wearing socks. It could not go on like this. He’s about to voice his views on this matter when jongin drops his phone on his own face.

Chanyeol bursts out laughing, jongin’s groaning background noise.

“are you okay?” chanyeol asks to be ‘polite.’ Jongin scowls and the phone slips out of his hand again. “you are not okay.” Chanyeol confirms.

“my screen is so bright dude.” Jongin complains. “its blinding”

“you can change it on your settings.”

“I did – oh shit!”

“what?!”

“kyungsoo called me.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. A mad kyungsoo was basically the end of your days. Or jongin’s days at least.

“why didn’t you answer it?” chanyeol asks in horror.

“I didn’t hear it!” jongin yells.

Chanyeol shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “oooooooo. he called me too.”

“seriously?!”

“deadass.”

“oh my god… I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here any second now…” jongin blinks up at the ceiling seemingly having accepted his fate.

“fuck that.” Chanyeol scoffs laying on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. “tell him youre staying over. Im sure he can survive one night without you.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“stop saying okay.”

“okay.”

“I changed my mind, have him come here and get you the fuck out of my bed.”

“im sorry.”

Chanyeol throws a stuffed toy at him, reminds himself to say sorry to rainbow [his alpaca] later for using him as a weapon, and reaches for his laptop.

“I’ma throw up.”

“go to the bathroom.”

“okay.”

Chanyeol barely gives jongin the time of day as the younger male wobbles to the toilet. That’s what he gets. He had spent a whopping $80 earlier and it did not even include tip yet.

The alcohol is still rampant in his veins, chanyeols cheeks are flushed despite the cool temperate of his room. His eyes feels heavy, sleep threatening to overcome him soon. But he had some business he had to take care of. It was only 6pm [ they had been at the beer and chicken place for 4 hours before migrating to the nearest bar and ordering more rounds ] [ thankfully lit!jongin had been in a friendly mood and paid for it that time ]

Chanyeol quickly logs onto his tumblr and in five seconds flat uploads his video, checks bkhyn92s page, sees no updates, and slams his laptop shut. He lays down and is idly wondering if he had a password lock on there when he feels jongin collapse next to him, out like a light.

-- it isn’t morning yet when chanyeol wakes up next.

Its his turn to yack it.

Feeling like he was going to give birth through his mouth to a mutant chicken beer and soju blob chanyeol barely makes it to the bowl of his toilet.

“help me im dying.” He says to his shower curtain. it is of no help as the 2nd round causes chanyeol’s eyes to water.

After making a blood oath with himself in his mind to never drink again, chanyeol’s got the taste of tooth paste in his mouth instead of well. We don’t need to describe it.

The time on the microwave glimmers at him in the darkness.

10;30pm

Chanyeol settles on his bed, trying to ignore jongin cuddling rainbow the alpaca and is about to drift back off into much needed sleep when his phone vibrates loudly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZZT.

Ignore it, chanyeol thinks.

BZZZZZZZT BZZT BZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZZT

Don’t ignore it, chanyeol reconsiders.

With a dramatic FUCK MY LIFE muttered under his breath, chanyeol answers without looking.

“WHAT.”

“hello chanyeol.”

He blanches. That voice.

“s-soo?”

Do kyungsoo, the guardian of the seven rings of hell. No jk. But he totally can be if he ever applied for that job.

“nice of you to answer. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

“of course. Um.”

“jongin there?”

“yeah. He’s knocked out.” Chanyeol says apologetically hating how he was going to get the blame for jongin’s idea to get shitfaced in mid afternoon.

“is he ok?” kyungsoo asks, instead of the SEND ME YOUR LOCATION for proof chanyeol was expecting. Kyungsoo was a bit overprotective in the cutest and deadliest way possible.

“he should be.”  chanyeol kicks jongin in the leg to see if he is alive. Jongin groans. “yeah hes fine. Did you want to come swoop him?”

“no way. He might yack in my car.”

Such a caring bf. That’s bae. Jongin was a lucky guy.

“well don’t worry, hes safe here with me. Unless he tries to draw a penis on my face. Then I cant make any promises.”

“my relationship turnover was coming up anyway.” Kyungsoo jokes darkly. Chanyeol snickers despite a small voice in his mind squeaking pls don’t hurt me through out this whole conversation. “by the way, I heard you were going on a date with Baekhyun tomorrow.”

Jesus did jongin alert the media? Was there a new snapchat filter for this too? which countries still didn’t know? Has that billboard for rent been bought out to make a glowing neon sign yet? Did he make a medical breakthrough to relay messages to fetuses in the wombs as well? You know, since he felt the need to open his big mouth and tell everyone.

“uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“I’m pretty excited to see how this turns out.”

“do you know Baekhyun?” chanyeol asks curiously. One part of him felt kinda weird talking to kyungsoo on the phone while his boyfriend was spooning an alpaca.

“we went to the same music school together.”

“oh.” Chanyeol, the greatest conversationalist ever. Replies.

“he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Don’t be offended by his ratchet self. He may seem like a thot, but that’s just an image he tries to maintain.” Kyungsoo says helpfully.

Chanyeol meanwhile is trying to do some math in his head. Did he hear correctly? Was he still drunk? Why on earth would anyone want to up hold their thottie honor? This is why chanyeol was single.

“don’t tell him I told you this, but hes still pretty down in the dumps about his break up. He was actually serious about that guy. It just didn’t work out you know?”

“uhhuh.” Chanyeol wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t want to pry. He was raised to be respectful of other peoples business. Baekhyuns secrets, personal and his, didn’t need to be told to him by someone else.

“I could tell you more if you want.”

“sure.”

That previous paragraph never happened.

“he’s probably going to try to smash.”

“what.”

“yeah. Havent you heard the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one?”

No. of course not. the last time he checked he hadn’t subscribed to the Thotsmopolitan.

“are you sure about this?” chanyeol asks swallowing hard, the feeling of nervousness deep-throating him.

“yup.” A yawn. “I might have said too much.”

“wait. So should i… you know.”

“if you like him, you shouldn’t.”

Ah yes. that made total sense. Don’t get into the pants of someone youre feeling.

“because that will automatically make you look like a fuckboy. it’s a test of sorts. That’s why im telling you. I think youd be a good match for him.”

“why is that?”

“youd just balance each other out.”

Chanyeols starting to wonder just how much kyungsoo knew about him. Whenever he third wheeled it was all good times; karaoke bowling pet cafes… nothing ever deep. Perhaps jongin be talking shit?

“anyway. Good luck tomorrow and have fun! Tell jongin he better be home before I wake up with breakfast ready or else.”

“yes sir!”

“goodnight chanyeol.”

sweet

   “So you’re chanyeol?”

“yes. last time I checked.”

Baekhyun looks amused despite the judgemental tone of his voice.

Chanyeol just looks uncomfortable.

The date came sooner than he would like [he had a mere less than 24 hours to prepare himself and half those hours were him hungover on soju]. Now he found himself sitting  in the same chicken and beer spot [seriously was there no other place to go to around these parts?] with jongin’s music teacher for company.

“and when was that?”  Baekhyun asks innocently sipping at his water. Chanyeol takes note of his hands. Theyre very pretty. Like the rest of the guy. Except when he opens his mouth. He seems to be snarky but playful which isn’t bad, but chanyeol is socially awkward at times like these.

He swallows a weird lump in his throat. “um.” He didn’t quite know how to answer that.

“kidding!” Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t need to know last time you checked.”

Then why did you ask, chanyeol thinks crazily. He sips his water too with a pained smile. Baekhyun was seriously intimidating and he didn’t know why. Maybe its because they were both sober and what kyungsoo had said echoes back and forth in chanyeol’s mind like a 1980s horror cartoon. ‘he’s gonna wanna smaaaaaaaaaAssshhhhhhhhh’ kyungsoo replayss in a creepy singsong voice.

“want to get something to drink?” chanyeol blurts.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “do you want to get me drunk…?”

“no! no. I just.” Chanyeol rambles, horrified at the insinuation. He wasn’t a fuckboy!

“chill. I wanna get me drunk.” Baekhyun winks. “a pitcher and a bottle of chamisul sound good to you?”

“sounds good, yeah, great actually.” Chanyeol agrees nodding his head repeatedly. Baekhyun laughs again.

“someones eager.” Baekhyun comments. “or a raging alcoholic.”

Chanyeol pouts but he realizes Baekhyun is just teasing.

The alcohol arrives soon enough and after the first two soju bombs chanyeol is feeling less stressed and more relaxed. Baekhyun looks the same, a sign he must have high alcohol tolerance. Whos the raging alcoholic now?

“tell me about yourself.” Baekhyun drawls, gaze focused solely on chanyeol. His pretty eyes are outlined with black liner, and despite appearing as sober as fifteen minutes ago has a slight pink glow dusting across his cheek bones. “why are you single.”

Chanyeol blinks, has to seriously come up with an answer to that question. He ends up laughing awkwardly, scratching his head. “oh I guess I just don’t really have much time to date and plus its hard to meet people nowadays, I think��� “

“How long have you been single?”

“Um… a few months,” A FEW YEARS, his mind and penis scream at him in devastation.

“Ooh. No hook ups or anything?” Baekhyun asks casually pouring a shot for the both of them.

Chanyeol isn’t sure if he should confess to not having boned in A FEW YEARS or to try and seem cool by saying he got hoes in different area codes. But he didn’t wanna be a fuckboy. gods, was this a test? There was no winning!

“No…” he ends up answering honestly. He takes his shot without Baekhyun and downs his beer.

Baekhyun looks truly surprised. “wow. So you’re saying you haven’t gotten laid in months?” he whistles, and takes his drink.

“its not really a big deal to me,” chanyeol explains hastily, defending his unwanted chastity belt.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, pouring yet another set of beer and soju. “hooking up isn’t a big deal to you.”

“no!” chanyeol exclaims. “no, I meant. Like. Nevermind.”

Baekhyun smiles coyly at him through his eyelashes. “cheers to that.”

“cheers to what?”

“hooking up.”

They down their respective alcohol even though chanyeol isn’t sure what the hell that meant but strangely finds himself not too worried. Baekhyuns presence is becoming comfortable, and with every shot, chanyeol feels like he can be more and more himself. Baekhyun laughs a lot at his reactions and stories, and chanyeol is captivated everytime Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks at him, pours drink, takes a shot, anything really. Baekhyun is truly gorgeous, and attractive af. There was just something about him and chanyeol is suddenly thinking about baekhyuns previous question except about Baekhyun – why was he single?