#stares lovingly at your face and lips in a bestie kind of way

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i'm like. CRAZYYY crazy

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART 4.5 (BONUS)

So I had initially planned to have a double dom!/sub! Chapter where Ken and the reader switched roles halfway through, but I decided I wanted them separate despite them happening back to back. SOO if you haven’t read the first part you can find it in my Masterlist, otherwise have fun and I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / smuttyyy smut / fingering / dom! Ken / desperate Ken / praise k!nk / / smut / reader might be slowly losing her mind but she’s fine with it / kinda some non-con but reader is into it / spanking / edging / overstimming / this one goes harder than any of the chapters before so, if that might be intimidating or possibly triggering for you, tread softly. Always take care of yourself first <3

Alrighty. Have fun, besties. 🖤🖤

“Hey.”

Ken's voice broke through your sleep, and you blinked your eyes open. The room was bright with the day's sunlight, and you had a moment of struggle to come to, you had been so deeply asleep.

The moment your eyes adjusted, you looked up and saw Ken beside you, kneeling, his cock looking painfully hard and a smirk on his face. You attempted to move but realized your wrists were bound above your head tightly, and you saw Ken's fist clenched around a leather belt in his right hand. You sucked in air sharply, already overwhelmed when you hadn't even been fully awake a whole minute ago.

Ken leaned over you now, your mind racing as he stared down at you, kissing you lovingly before nipping at your lower lip and running the belt gently up your thigh.

"Now," his words made you already want to tremble, "it's my turn."

You tried to sit up but he had definitely made sure your restraints wouldn’t budge, and your mind raced on how to get out of this, not being ready for anything this quick after waking up.

Ken *was* ready though, and he ran the belt from up your thigh to your stomach, and you squirmed.

“What word do I need to listen for to stop?” He said, voice husky, his face inches from yours as he leaned on his arm next to you.

“Ken -“

“Not that one, I won’t allow it. I *want* to hear you say that.”

“No, no, Ken, I need you to let me out for a little while.”

He watched you and you pleaded with your eyes. “Please? Just let me wake up a moment, get some water?”

He ponded for a second but then agreed, untying your wrists and you sighed when you had your hands back to yourself. “Thank you.”

Ken helped you off the bed and trailed behind as you went to the kitchen for a drink. You were having a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights moment, kind of self conscious and not quite sure how to react to Ken right now, who, despite always having a bit of a rough side to him during sex lately, seemed like he was going to go way harder than before. Which you liked but you *were* actually anxious at not knowing what all he had in mind, and the fact that he might have developed a playful vendetta after last night.

You jumped a little after filling your cup with water, turning around to see him standing so close to you, you weren’t sure how you didn’t brush against him when you turned. He wore his black denim pants - the ones you had told him you thought made his ass look the best - and was shirtless, like usual.

He nodded towards your glass impatient. “Drink.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Mmmm, okay, well work faster,” he reached for you and tickled your waist a little while smiling, which made you laugh and jump and you spilled the water on both of you, but mostly on Ken.

He smiled and let out a small chuckle, then wrapped his fingers in your hair and brought your face forward to his now wet chest. “Drink.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling playful. “And what if I refuse?”

He cocked his head. “I don’t remember giving you the option of ‘No.’” He pulled your face to his skin and you licked up one of his pecs where the water was still dripping off. Ken inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a moment as he let himself experience your mouth on his body. You kept your eyes on his face as you slowly worked your way down his abs, kissing and licking any trickles of water left, and Ken moaned quietly, keeping his hand in your hair.

You reached for his cock but the moment your hand touched it, he grabbed your wrist, eyes open and looking down at you now.

“I didn’t say you could do that.”

Well THIS was definitely new, but you decided to have fun with it. You smirked as you leaned forward to to take him in your mouth but instead Ken tugged on your hair, encouraging you to stand up. You looked at him and pretended to pout. You saw him soften a bit, especially his eyes, and he had the look he always got before he would tenderly pleasure you for what seemed like hours until you would drift off together. You reached for his cock again, though, and that seemed to snap him out of it, like he remembered what it was he had planned to do.

“I said, I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he said in your ear as he folded both of your arms behind your back, elbows bent, both of your arms being held together by his large hand. He began marching you back to the bedroom briskly, forcing you chest-first onto the bed, bent over with your feet still on the floor.

“Ken,” you giggled. “What are you planning to -“ you were cut off with a sharp pain on your ass, Ken having smacked you unexpectedly with the belt. You screamed when he did it again before you could take a breath, Ken holding you down onto the bed, his grip around your arms bruising.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He purred, and the sound of him repeating his praises back to you made you knees buckle.

You shook just a little from the sudden assault, shocked at how much you actually were enjoying it. You wondered if you should play along or tease him, and the latter got the better of you. You turned your head as best as you could in your current position, your eyes twinkling as they met his.

“What if I don’t want to?”

You saw a hint of amusement in Ken’s eye before he brought the belt down on you again, and you jumped, back arching from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Ken leaned over you now, his partial body weight pushing you further into the bed. “That’s alright. I’ll just have to make you.”

You moaned loudly at his words and Ken stood again, continuing his lashing from before. You were trembling a little when he hit the fourth lash, and your knees buckled by the sixth, the sensation so much sharper and intense than it was when he’d use his hand.

“Ken, please -“ you choked out as the belt came down again, and he paused, hearing the way your voice cracked a little.

He leaned down over you again, hand still holding your arms hostage. “So you gonna be good for me, y/n?”

You nodded, unhappy with how quickly you had relented, but also desperately needing some time to recover.

“Mmmm,” Ken hummed, smiling, and gently placing a kiss on your ear. “I love you so much, y/n.”

You breathed as a warmth filled your chest as he stood up, then landed two more harsh lashes on your ass. You screamed, and he released your arms finally, you grasping the covers to hold onto something but also to deal with the pain.

Ken took both of you ass cheeks in his hands and massaged them gently, admiring his work, watching your body tremble and hearing the little whimpers coming out of your mouth.

He gave you a moment to recover, your head spinning, as he forced open your legs with his own, standing between them. He held your hips while he kissed softly down your back, enjoying the little shivers that happened because of his touch, and once you had calmed down a little, he stood up again.

You felt the belt run alongside your vulva and you clenched. “Oh, shit, Ken, no, please not -“

“Shhhh, shhhh,” he soothed. “Not this time. Just wanted to see your reaction.”

You felt one of his fingers enter you then, his other hand holding down your lower back.

“No moving,” he said, and you bit into the sheets beneath you to maintain some form of mental control as he immediately found your special spot and began rubbing his finger in circles on it. He added in another after a moment, and you left out a soft moan but remained as motionless as you could.

“You’re actually way better at this than I was,” he mused. “I actually prefer you moving all you like.” He leaned over your again, kissing the side of your neck. “I just wanted to see how well you could obey.”

“I’ll get you back,” you exhaled shakily as Ken’s fingers sped up, pressing into your spot *just* right.

Ken smiled against your hair and kissed the side of your head. “I’ll look forward to that,” he said, continuing finger fucking you until he knew you were close.

You expected him to edge you on like you had to him, but right when you were about to climax he added in a third finger and fucked in and out of you *so* perfectly that you cried into the covers as you came, Ken humming and complimenting you the whole time.

“You’re so good to me. You stretch around my fingers so perfectly, y/n. Always cumming to make me happy. Always letting me do whatever I want with you.”

Your exhaled loudly as you were coming down, still mildly dizzy from so much sensation so quickly, but before you could ground yourself fully, Ken kneeled between your legs and held you open for him, firmly licking a stripe from your clit up to your opening.

You gasped, feeling incredibly sensitive and you struggled against his hold.

“Need a moment,” you begged, trying to pull yourself away, but Ken didn’t let up, talking to you in between sucking and licking and little nips.

“I don’t remember you letting up when you were trying to exhaust me,” he said cheekily, and if you’d had the energy you’d have kicked him away.

“My sweet y/n can take whatever I give her, right?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, slowly losing the ability to control your body.

“You’re so wet for me.” He put three fingers back in you for emphasis, and you cried out, bucking into them unintentionally thus causing them to penetrate you deeper.

“I can’t…I can’t, please, ah…” Your voice was losing its usual volume and quivered on the last moan.

“I think you can.” Ken sucked hard on your clit again, and you sobbed, begging him to give you a break until your legs gave out and Ken caught you effortlessly, all fight left in you gone.

“How does it feel to be exhausted by your lover?” He purred into your ear, your naked body limp in his arms as he sat you onto his lap on the bed. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”

Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and you moaned an answer incoherently. Ken turned your chin gently to him and kissed you deeply.

You felt yourself being picked up bridal-style and placed down onto the bed, your head resting on the pillows, your body relaxing into the mattress. You opened your eyes as Ken lowered himself on top of you, propping up on his forearms, and running his fingers along your face, kissing you tenderly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled into your mouth. “So perfect. You always let me get lost in you. I love it so much.”

Your brain and body started feeling connected again after awhile, Ken loving on you gently the entire time, making sure you felt surrounded by him.

You sighed in relief when you felt fully back to reality, despite some sleepiness settling in. You laced your hands behind his neck, and returned the soft smile that he gave you.

“Hi.”

He kissed your forehead. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“But good?”

You giggled. “Yes, good.”

He smiled bigger. “Good.” He took your hands in his. “I”m going to need these.”

“Ohhhh god, oh, god, uh, Ken, Ken wait, can we talk about -“

Ken had already tightly imprisoned your hands in the pantyhose rope you had made the night before, and was fastening them to the headboard before you had a chance to physically react.

You tugged at the restraints, and Ken looked down upon you lying there, helpless and flushed beneath him. His pupils were blown and your stomach flipped - oh, fuck, he was *SO* turned on right now.

“Ken, take it easy on me?” You squeaked as he grabbed your hips roughly. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your hips up so your knees hung over his shoulders, your vulva directly in front of his face. He was so tall that you were partially lying upside down, your bound hands making it impossible for you to push or balance yourself on anything.

He winked at you - motherfucker WINKED - and then his mouth was on you, your hip bones held tightly, and you shuddered intensely as he began devouring you roughly.

Ken watched you, trying to ignore how much his cock was hurting right now from straining against its skin, your entire being fully under his power. Your eyes were shut and the noises you were making were spectacular, and he loved how stretched out you were between the restraints and his grip. The only control you really had over yourself right now was what you could say because your body was already so tired that you couldn’t even try to get your legs off of his shoulder.

“So fucking sweet,” he said, pulling his mouth back just long enough for you to get in a deep breath, and then he was consuming you again, tongue gliding and poking and tickling every inch of you he could find. You yelped when you felt his lips suck harshly on your inner thigh, knowing he had marked you, and then shook when he repeated it on the other leg before dipping his tongue back into you.

“Ken,” you started begging again. “Please.” Your voice was becoming a little hoarse, you had lost all track of time and had no clue how long this had been going on.

“Yes, y/n?” He breathed dreamily, like he was in heaven, going back to lazily circling your clit with his tongue.

“I can’t-“

“Yes, you can, and you will. You still owe me one more after this one.”

Your eyes shot open. “One..one more?”

His eyes shone, his mouth still on you, and he winked again.

Something about all of that - the sudden knowing that he wasn’t going to stop until you’d climaxed three times?!, the look of pure adoration on his face being buried in you, and how hot this entire scenario actually was despite how dizzy and exhausted you were - hit at once and you came hard. You hadn’t expected it and you cried out loudly while Ken continued pleasuring you until you began to come down again, heaving loudly, tiny sobs escaping your lips as your eyes leaked.

Ken lowered your hips back to the bed and kissed you deeply, your juices mixing with his saliva, and his tongue ran against yours and your lower lip. He moaned into you loudly, cradling the back of your head with his hand until your breathing calmed and he stopped kissing long enough to look down at you.

“You’re doing so good.”

Tears definitely began coming now. “Please, Ken, I can’t do anymore right now.”

His face showed that he knew you weren’t playing, and that he cared deeply. “I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded, sniffling a little. “I know, I’m just….I wasn’t expecting this much.”

He kissed you deeply again, just one time, and smiled down at you. “I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

To your surprise, he reached up and untied your hands, kissing each one as he let them free, then kissing around your wrists where the minor imprints from the hose had rubbed in a little too tightly.

“Ken,” you breathed, “can we like, do the last one later?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I said I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

“What if I’m not ready until like, later tonight?”

He smirked. “I don’t think that’ll be the case.”

“Ken.” You squirmed underneath him, and unfortunately your hips moved into his *just right,* because his eyes closed and he groaned from the back of his throat.

“You’re making it really hard to let you recover,” he almost huffed, his eyes dark, and the way he was looking down at you gave you the most intense, weirdly submissive desire you had ever felt. His broad shoulders attached to his slightly strained neck, his chiseled arms and pecs and abs around you, on top of you, those blue eyes dangerously dark, his hair looking that perfect just-woke-up messy.

You whimpered at the sight and the feeling of him, just…everywhere around you, and he sucked in a sharp breath hearing you. You knew all hope was lost then.

“Ken,” you whispered, your hand cradling his face the way he loved, and he leaned into it and hummed the same way he always did. “Just…please be gentle.”

“I’ve got you.” Ken pulled you a little father down the bed, just below where your head touched the pillows, and unzipped his jeans, ridding himself of them quickly. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen his member looking that strained before, and you shuddered, trying to prepare yourself. He towered over you as he pulled both of your legs up and apart, resting your ankles by his face so as he bent over you, your legs were being pushed back to leave you completely open for him.

You had the slightest moment of panic, from where you weren’t sure, other than you had never been this overwhelmed from sex before.

“Please don’t hurt me.” The words escaped your mouth before you knew it, and a tear streamed down your cheek.

Ken looked at you, forcing his face to calm down so you saw him as he always wanted you to see him, as someone who loved you. He kissed right above one of your ankles. “I would never hurt you.”

He wanted to take you then, bury his cock into you roughly and you would scream his name is ecstacy and you would cum trembling and falling apart completely and you would adore how he could make you feel this way, but he paused, realizing you needed a little more care before he could continue.

Hooking your knees over his shoulders again, he lowered himself over you, and you gripped the sheets, waiting for him to penetrate you. Instead, he took one of your nipples into his mouth softly, moaning as his lips just barely sucked on it, his tongue tracing circles around it that made you shiver, but he watched you as the tiniest of smiles ghosted across your face, your eyes closed, and he knew he was on the right track.

Your moans sounded so soft and sweet as he did this to your other nipple, your body relaxing and after a bit your hands running through his hair, which *he* loved.

Your breathing returned to normal, he touched his forehead to yours. You opened your eyes and immediately became lost in his.

“Hi.”

You giggled a little. “Hi.”

He watched you closely as he lowered his hips into yours, his cock rubbing alongside your vulva, and you jerked the tiniest bit from the sensation.

“How is that?” He asked, doing it again, a little harder.

He was going to wait for your reply but wanted to test something. “Think you can take it for me, like a good girl?”

He was enthralled when your mouth dropped open a little, your sex-dazed face looking so ready to be fucked, and he contemplated fucking into your mouth for a moment before forcing his mind back into focus.

“Can you handle just a little more?” He pressed his tip into your opening, and you automatically clenched tightly, causing a deep rumble in his chest.

His eyes met yours, dangerous, almost past the point of no return. “You ready to prove who you fucking belong to?”

Your eyes went wide as he bottomed out in with a single thrust and you both moaned in unison, your nails digging into his arms, your head back.

Ken leaned down to suck on your throat right before his second thrust, as swift and harsh as the first, and he swore if he didn’t want to make certain you came again that he would lose it within a matter of seconds. You pulsed around him, so warm and tight, and he growled as he began to fuck into you, making every thrust count, as you cried out every time he bottomed out into you, leveraging your legs so you were unable to do anything other than lay there and try to breathe.

“Ken,” your mangled cry caught his attention but he didn’t stop his movements.

“Need more, y/n? Need some more, like my good girl?”

He leveraged himself above you so instead of your hips meeting horizontally, he pushed your legs back so your hips were slightly off the bed and you were held open for him to sink into almost vertically.

He sunk directly into you, your legs straight and resting on his shoulders, his hands on either side of you holding himself up, and you screamed and fisted the sheets over your head.

Your body began to tremble now, and you had no control over it as the pain of being penetrated so deeply got mixed with how fucking *GOOD* it felt too, and watching Ken being the one to do this to you whenever you felt you could keep your eyes open for a moment made it all the better.

You *did* feel really overwhelmed, though. The dizziness from before had returned and was slowly threatening to take over completely.

You must have shown signs of distress because you heard Ken speaking over you, although not letting up on his thrusts. “Hey,” he soothed, “are you okay?”

“I’m…overstimulated..” you choked.

“Mmmmm…” Ken ponders this, leaning down so his hips were literally touching your own. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head quicker than you had expected to, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smile. You felt his hot breath caress your ear before biting your lobe.

“You can take it for me, though, can’t you?”

If you had been asked to describe the next few minutes you were never would have been able to, as your senses became thrown into what you could only describe as chaos. Ken fucked you, held you, sucked on you until you were shaking uncontrollably, your voice hoarse. You swore you heard him speaking but couldn’t make out any of the worlds, your head swam so dizzingly with trying to comprehend the overstimulation.

Tears fell down your face when your orgasm hit, and you screamed to be able to get through it. You might have made it up but later on you thought you remembered hearing Ken whispering, “I love you, fuck, I love you so much, y/n. Fall apart for me,” as your body was racked with pleasure so intense it touched on being painful.

Ken immediately came after, his final few thrusts destroying you as he finally lowered your legs back onto the bed. He kept his cock buried inside of you as he lowered himself back over you, forearms on either side of your head again, and kissed you and praised you endlessly as he surrounded your trembling body.

“I’ll get you back, you fucker.” Your words were hoarse and breathy.

Ken laughed at your threat, and you managed a small smile despite your exhaustion. “I know you will,” he said, nuzzling his nose into yours.

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[PART 2] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut

NSFW (minors dni)

here's part 1

THIS IS LONG OVERDUE, and it's been cooking for weeks! But, I finally finished it! I'd like this to be my coming out post as a Walker and Z-Dog enthusiast.

I hope this was worth the wait! Have fun!

tags: AFAB reader, gender-neutral language, threesome, daddy kink, strap-on use, strap-on sucking, double penetration, anal play, praise, degradation, slight orgasm denial, just shameless writing really word count: 1673

P.S. I call their straps 'cocks' because as I was looking up reference works for this kind of smut, I noticed that was a thing in some of the stuff I read. Also, some of the tags might not be everyone's cup of tea, but if you know you're not into those but you still clicked and you ended up not liking it, well that's on you bestie.

(yes it's a crime that Walker's pic here is not HD, I'M SORRY FOR THAT- but i rlly like how she looks here [not what she's doing, just to be clear])

Z gently pushed you off her, then she got off the bed. You watched with lustful, bated breath as the two put on their strap-ons. Walker's was curved and girthy and Z's was straight and ribbed. Both were roughly 13-inches long. You felt your pussy throb as you stared up at them, shamelessly pleading with your eyes.

They stood by the bed. Walker motioned for you to get closer. When you did, she lightly slapped her cock against your cheek.

"Suck it," she ordered, "Then you'll do the same for Z."

You nodded, took the base of her cock in your hand, and kissed the tip of her. "Yes, daddy~" 

You licked the length of her cock a few times before slowly taking her in your mouth, inch by inch. You couldn't fit the last 4 inches, but that didn't seem to be a problem for either woman. They watched—smug, pleasured expressions plastered on their face—as you sucked on Walker's cock, bobbing your head up and down the shaft with Z pushing you along. You were staring up at Walker the entire time, feeling wildly turned on at how she looked down at you, lust brimming in those half-lidded, feline eyes of hers.

"What a good little bitch," she smirked, licking her lips. "Now, switch."

You felt Z pulling you off of Walker. The next second, you had your mouth full of her ribbed cock. Like it was second nature, you immediately started swirling your tongue around it, as if to memorise every protrusion on its surface. 

Meanwhile, Walker got down on the bed beside you. Having to guess at what she was going to do thrilled you. As Z was having fun pushing you down on her cock—basically, fucking your face—you felt Walker rubbing your ass as she kissed, licked, and bit your cheeks. Too soon, she pulled away, and you moaned needily, mouth still full with Z.

Walker smacked your wriggling ass and chuckled, "You're as impatient as ever, sugar."

"Slut," Z snickered, tugging at a fistful of your hair.

You heard a pop. Then something cold and wet dripped just at the crack of your butt.

Walker started rubbing the lube onto your tight hole, and soon enough she started slowly pushing an even more generously lubed pinky into you.

"Does it hurt, sweetheart?"

Z pulled herself out of your mouth to let you answer. "No," you panted, "Keep going please~"

Walker added a second finger. She twisted her wrist as she slowly pumped her digits in and out, putting more lube on every so often.

Z sat next to you, opposite of Walker, and started kissing up and down your side. She had one hand massaging and teasing your tits, while the other found its way back to your sex. Two fingers then gently circled your clit.

Fuck, they were just gods in bed, and you, their helpless little subject. You cried out needily, and Walker added a third finger.

"Good job, sweetheart," she crooned, planting a kiss on your ass, "You're taking daddy's fingers up your ass perfectly~"

"You ready, baby?" Z asked with her lips against your skin.

You took your sweet time relishing the feeling of Walker lovingly prepping you. Even just that felt like heaven already, but you still wanted more. You knew they wanted more.

You nodded.

"Words, doll."

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready~"

Walker left one more hickey on your ass. "Such a good, obedient sweetheart," she smirked, smacking your cheek before she left the bed.

Z lied back on the bed and easily pulled you on top of her. She held the tip of her cock to your sopping cunt and rubbed it at your entrance. You moaned, tongue lolling as you did.

"You look so fucking hot like that," she chuckle. Then she grabbed your waist and pushed all inches up into you in one, smooth stroke. Z and Walker relished in the loud moan you just let out. Had their cocks not been synthetic, they'd be hard as steel just from that.

It was Walker's turn now. She slapped your ass, eyes glued on your cheek as it jiggled.

"Shake your ass for me, sugar~"

You blindly followed, letting Z slightly stir up your insides as you wiggled your hips. You could feel Walker's starving gaze following your movement. It turned you on and you kept at it until you felt her hand on your ass.

"Ugh, come on, Walker," Z said, rolling her eyes, "You can literally stare at their ass all you want while we fuck."

"Don't rush me. This was my idea," Walker snarked playfully, "I get to decide when we start fucking their brains out~"

Walker rubbed more lube onto her cock. Thanks to that and her generous prepping, you felt her slowly slide right inside you, spreading your insides apart. No snagging, no pain. You moaned to let her know.

They started at a moderate pace, alternating so you were never not stuffed full at any moment. Walker had one hand on your waist, the other gripping your ass as she grinded her hips into you. Z held the other side of your waist, her other hand kneading your tits one at a time. Her hips bucked up into you with a gradually increasing speed.

They upped their pace bit by bit, and soon they were fucking you relentlessly in sync. The sounds of skin slapping and your shameless moans echoed in the room. Everything they did, everything you heard only stoked the fire burning in your core. Walker gave up on your waist—Z quickly replaced her hand—and held your head up by the hair, making sure you couldn't muffle yourself by burying your face in the other's neck. Tongue out, you panted like a dog and moaned with their every thrust into you.

Pleased with her view of your lewd display, Z rewarded you with a faster pace. "I want you looking just like that when we make you cum over and over," she rasped, squeezing your waist.

"The things I wanna do to this bitch of ours," Walker chuckled, "This tight little ass of yours is mine, and don't you forget that, sugar~"

You were barely registering their words when all you could feel was them driving cock into your holes. "Daddy," you whined, "Wanna cum~ please~!"

"Not yet."

You whimpered, turned on by their unified order but frustrated by it as well. "Please," you cried out, repeating between moans.

They slowed down, to your frustration, and took their sweet time pulling almost all the way out, then burying themselves inside you at the same time.

"You like that, sugar," Walker crooned as she licked a long stripe up your back. "Having your daddies' cocks stuffed inside you~"

"Mhm~ I love it so much~ Let me cum on them please, daddy~"

"Again, baby," Z sighed, "I love it when you beg like that."

No ounce of shame was still left in your system. You fought back against Walker's grip to lean into Z's ear. "Please can I cum on your cock, daddy~?"

That surely sparked something in Z because she started picking up her pace again, soon fucking up into you mercilessly and telling you to keep moaning in her ear. 

Each woman had her favourite part of sex, and this was clearly Z's. Not like you had any other choice either, as she had gripped your hair and made sure your wanton moans would slide straight into her ear.

You were screaming as you came a 3rd time, only to get muffled by Z herself as she raised your head to snatch your lips with hers. Neither of them stopped grinding into you as you moaned into Z's mouth, core twitching as you came. Her tongue so effortlessly rolling against yours, only adding to the bliss of the moment.

But while you felt yourself reaching clarity for a moment as Z slowed to a stop, Walker was still at a constant relaxed pace behind you. With every passing second though, she was speeding up.

"You two are just cute," she teased, "My turn now~"

Z pulled out of you and shifted closer to the wall behind her. Then Walker pushed your head down on the bed. She propped your ass up and started building a monstrous pace. It left you no room to think, almost none to breathe, your breath hitching every time she pushed inside you.

"I won't stop fucking you until you lose that pretty voice of yours," she growled into your ear and pulled your tail, "So moan for daddy like the good little bitch you are."

It wasn't gonna take you long to reach a fourth climax, your mind and insides still reeling from the one you hadn't even gotten down from. Drool dribbled down onto the sheets as you were unable to ever close your mouth again as Walker thrusted over and over into your tight hole—giving zero fucks to how hard she pounded into you or how heavy her hand was as she striked and grabbed your cheek.

Shortly, she stopped spanking you, her striking hand grabbing your waist and pulling you into her hips. Then she reached to your front, sadistically flicking your clit as if drilling into your ass wasn't enough stimulation. You cried out, so close to tipping over the edge again.

"Cum into my hand, sugar~"

Goosebumps.

All you could think of to save face was to shove it into the bed to muffle your blissful cries as your gut convulsed. Walker quickly shoved a finger inside you just to feel the way your dripping insides spasmed and throbbed.

Then you fell limp on the bed, your bruised ass lazily pushed up into the air. As she pulled out of you, Walker gave it a final, resounding slap.

"Good job, sweetheart," she snickered as she squeezed your cheek.

Z hooked her finger under your chin and made you look at her and her sly little grin.

"Now that was fun, wasn't it, baby?"

[tomanpeach]

new year's eve kisses! – tokyo revengers hcs

a/n: mentions of alcohol! lil bit suggestive! HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!!! 🎉🥳

characters: draken, mikey, baji, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou, sanzu (weird mix of folks i guess but whatever this is what i was FEELIN!!! lol)

draken

this laidback boy is very content to hang in the same area of the party all night

but he’s got his eyes on you the entire time while you make your rounds, saying hi to all your friends and giving new year’s hugs

as the countdown starts you realize you’ve gotta go find him but surprise surprise he’s already right there beside you :)

“you didn’t think i’d miss my new year’s kiss, did you?” oh he’s always teasing always got some shit to say i love this stinky mfer

wraps you up in his arms, swaying with you for the rest of the countdown

gives you a kiss that’s so much more passionate than it needs to be but you’re not complainin !!!

quiet little “love you, baby” after the kiss :’)

mikey

listen

mikey feels like a fireworks guy to me

i cannot elaborate

but he's gonna want to be outside looking up at the sky as it's nearing midnight

you will probably have to go out and find him

so excited when he sees you

he'll pull you close to his side and kiss your temple

holds you so lovingly while you listen to the countdown coming from the party inside

as the sky explodes with colors and lights he pulls you in for a kiss

he pulls away to wish you a “happy new year,” fireworks reflecting in his loving eyes <3

baji

loses you at the party [pacman dying noise]

it's 11:59 and he's quite drunk and sCRAMBLING

literally going up to strangers yellin

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY GIRL? ABOUT YAY HIGH, VERY SEXY AND OBSESSED WITH ME??"

clown:’)

he probably finds you a minute too late, or just as the ball drops if he's lucky!!

will say something cheesy like "there's my angel!" when he finally spots you and shove people out of the way to get to you

kisses you hard, holding your face in his hands and doesn't let up for quite some time

will whisper an apology for missing midnight and a declaration of how much he loves you before running off to find shots for you both :')

goofball, slightly chaotic, we love him

chifuyu

has not left your side the entire party

irrational fear of not being with you when it hits midnight

he’s getting drinks when the countdown starts, literally the first time he’s been away from you the whole night!!

it’s 5 seconds to midnight when you see him bolting toward you with two glasses of champagne

leans in and catches your lips in a kiss

you feel a glass of champagne being pushed into your hands

he pulls away to raise his glass in a toast to you before he kisses you again and again 🥰🥰🥰

kazutora:

he’s nervous ???? why is he NERVOUS??!??!!!

literally asks earlier in the day if you’ll be his new year’s kiss and gets so! giddy!! when you say yEAH OFC BABE

he’s gonna do this on valentine’s day too but i digress

adorable

kind of similar to chifuyu, hes a little worried he’ll lose you before midnight ??

please go find him so he doesn’t worry

will stare so deeply into your eyes before the countdown starts and just let you know how grateful he is to be going into the new year with you i’m crying

cherish him he loves you so much

sweetest new year’s kiss

won’t let go of your hand the rest of the night :’)

ran

i’m sorry for this

y’all made it all of one hour before you’re both tipsy and he’s begging you to sneak off with him to find a room upstairs

he’s pretty convincing and you love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

after a while though you’d be like “ran should we go back to the party?”

and then you hear everyone start the countdown downstairs…

he just laughs and pulls you closer, “next year for sure”

you finally make it back to your friends and yes, they are all makin comments 🙄

ran doesn’t care, actually kind of loves the looks the two of you get rejoining the party looking very clearly……disheveled…

he’d say somethin like “we had to warm up for our new year’s kiss, right baby?” you literally can’t take him anywhere

barely back at the party when he starts asking you when you guys can leave and "celebrate privately at home" ;))))

rindou

you've both been off doing your own things for the majority of the party

but as midnight approaches you notice he's getting closer and closer

by the time the countdown hits 5 seconds, he's right by your side, arm wrapping loosely around your waist

he's been trying to act cool but he's so excited to have you as his new year's kiss

as everyone yells happy new year he whispers it right into your ear

tips your chin up and leans down to press the softest kiss to your lips

doesn't say or do much out of the ordinary but there's so much emotion in the kiss you can't help but smile against his lips

sanzu

oh boy are y’all fucked uuuuup at this party

dancing, yelling, taking shots with every single person you know

he’s smoking with the boys outside when the countdown starts

lowkey confuses him when fireworks start but then he remembers it’s NEW YEAR’S!! he’s got somebody to kiss!!!!

finds you a couple minutes after midnight and kisses you so hard

“i’m sorry! i got lost!”

you decide to tease him like “i couldn’t find you, i had to kiss rin!”

BUT PLEASE IMMEDIATELY TELL HIM YOU’RE JOKING HE’LL KNOCK RIN OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY AND THAT WILL NOT BE FUN FOR ANYONE!!

nah but he’ll laugh and tell you to shut up and give you another big loving kiss to apologize for being late <3

[80s4life]

What I’m Thankful For*

Word Count: 2,554

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Hello!! I read your recent part of your Cal story back when it first came out, when I went back to reread your story (becuase it's good) i forgot to let you how I thought about it. I loved it, I loved how Molly was (aka queen molly) I loved the way she comforted the reader, she reminds me alot of my mom tbh. Any way I cant wait for the next chapter!!! I also wanted to request a short fic about Cal and Reader having Thanksgiving dinner with their kids and maybe Reader makes the food???

@: @outrosins​

A/N: BESTIE! You are waaaay too kind to me! I absolutely loved this and I hope you enjoy it! We get a little steamy time with Cal, winter fun, and a loving Thanksgiving with our handsome man and kiddies! I hope you have an amazing Thanksgiving!

Side-Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Be safe, give and receive love, we all need it! I love every single one of you guys and want you to have an amazing time this year! Thank you for sticking with me through these dreadful few years! Stay strong and keep on keeping on!

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Reader

Summary: Winter fun and endless surprises, nothing compares to family. From the tender turkey, smooth ashed potatoes, and delicious pumpkin pie, a yummy meal is all it takes to bring people together. Although there were some hardships and an altered Thanksgiving, you wouldn’t pass up the peaceful day with just your husband and kids. They’re only gonna be this small for so long!

Warnings: smut, soft smut*, Thanksgiving, fluff, some swearing, snow, winter activities, BABIESSSS!

Masterlist Titanic Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{gif is not mine, credits go to @yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere​}

Key:

Y/S/N-Y/D/N= Your Daughter’s/Son’s Name

{This gif was 100% intentional. I absolutely love this man’s dramatic ass I swear...}

With the blaring of your alarm, your up for the day. Placing your fuzzy socks on your your cold feet, you shiver at the unusually cold weather of the winter. Slipping on your robe as well, you stare lovingly at the naked man sprawled across the bed, his bare ass a delightful view to you as you smile mischievously. 

Grabbing the blanket that had been long forgotten, you place it around Cal’s cold skin, kissing his head as he shifts his weight. “Still sleeping,” you mutter, relieved.

Continuing with your morning routine, you brush your teeth, brush your hair, and wash the sleepiness of the night away. You smile down at the small device you picked out from its hiding place, not yet wrapped in secrecy yet. It was a pleasing reminder, no doubt a delightful surprise to your little family of four. But, the present was not yet ready to be revealed.

“Not anymore,” your beloved mutters, sitting up lazily in bed. “Come back here you,” Cal smiles.

Placing the item back inits hidden crevice, you close the bathroom drawer and bounce over to the bed. There, Cal wraps his arms around you greedily, pinning you back down to the bed. Leaving kisses all over your face, the blanket hiding his modesty falls neglected on the bed’s mattress. You giggle, trying to shove away the ticklish brushes of his soft skin.

He does not stop, laughing along with you as the kisses glide down; between the valleys of your breasts, down your ribs as the robe is untied, all the way to the navel, earning Cal a gasp. He senses your eagerness, feeling the bubbly pebbles of goosebumps while his mouth reaches even lower.

Warmth envelopes you quickly, Cal’s mouth attaching itself to the most intimate of parts. Switching between your sensitive bud to the moisture of your smooth lips, Cal gives your ass a squeeze, inserting a finger. Moaning, you grab his bedhead, lifting your legs to drape over the backs of his shoulders. 

Moving to add a second finger, Cal thrusts them in tandem with his licks, humming at the taste. The extra vibration adds to the sensation, tightening your body even harder around his fingers. He toys with you, stopping every now and then to gaze up at your heaving form. 

“Stop teasing me,” you whine, looking back down at his eyes.

Laughing, he goes back to his mission, adding a quicker pace. Moaning, the coil in your stomach tightens as your body does. Taking this as a sign, Cal attaches his mouth to your nub, sucking hard without remorse. Your orgasm cracks through you instantly, screaming out as you shake from the intensity. Cal rides you through it, still not satisfied even as you groan out in over stimulation. 

“Cal,” you mutter breathlessly, “If you want me, all you have to do is ask,” teasing him.

“I don’t need to ask for what’s mine,” he growls, lifting you from the center of the bed and up towards the pillows. Wrapping your legs around his waste, he gathers some of your wetness with his hand wrapped around his dick. Going to say something more, all thoughts quickly disperse when Cal charges in, going at an inhumane pace with no time to adjust. 

Moaning loudly again, you try to brace yourself against the headboard, your volume increasing. The bed collides with the wall again and again, the only noise in the room being the sound of skin, breathing, the wall, and moans.

 Without a chance to catch your breath, another orgasm sends you over the edge. Cal thrusts increase selfishly, the feeling of you tightening around him sending thrills of euphoria. His lust soon comes to an end, shooting his cum into your body, charging a third orgasm from your used body.

Flopping beside you, Cal pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. You prop your head up to look at him adoringly, “Morning sex is a nice treat. We should do it everyday.”

He grunts, looking down at your pleasantly fucked-out expression, “Maybe, but you’ll shoot me dry woman.”

You laugh at that, watching his eyes droop, exhausted once more. Taking advantage, you get back out of bed begrudgingly, snatching the present out of hiding once again.

Placing the present in your robe’s huge pocket, you quickly and quietly grab the wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon from your closet and make your way downstairs. Then, as you round the steps and are welcomed by the bright, highly open-pane windows, you are marveling again at the scenery. Crisp, white snowflakes fall delicately from the sky, gathering in a great buildup against the windows.

You smile nonetheless, excited to spend some time outside with your kids. Starting a brew of coffee, you reach into the cubbard for hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, sugar, and mugs, placing the items on the counter. Grabbing a big pot and its lid, you walk over to the refrigerator for milk, creamer, and chocolate bars.

Starting to heat up the grill above your stove, you pour some of the cocoa mix into the pot, as well as milk, then place the lid on top. Taking the pot to the grill, it starts to heat up while you go to make two cups of coffee. Cal was expected to get up very soon, if not now, you thought, he only needed a “power nap.” 

Adding logs to the fireplaces and setting them on fire, you go back to the kitchen counter. Pouring the creamer and sugar, you stand corrected as your sleepy beloved stumbles his way down the stairs.

Smiling at him, he looks up in time to give you a childish grin, hair a ruffled mess that you utterly idolize. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” he smiles, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

Giggling, you push him away, pointing to the glass windows excitedly, “It snowed!”

He laughs at your girlish antics, finding the interaction adorable. “We have to go enjoy that later on, huh?”

“Absolutely!” you demand, walking back into the kitchen to add the chocolate chips to the cocoa. “You want to wake up the kids or let them sleep in?”

“Let’s let them sleep in for a little bit, they have a whole day to enjoy once they get up.”

“Alright, guess that means I’m stuck with you for a few hours then...”

“Unfortunately,” Cal teases.

You groan playfully, then start to grab the food needed for the meal ahead, main focus placed on the turkey so it finishes on time. Cal, terrible at cooking, pulls a stool out from under the kitchen island, watching you work. He admires your talents, even if it is just cooking. He watches the way you tend to the kids, take care of everything in the house, help the children with every little issue, and even make time for him. You were just so beautiful and so marvelous to him.

Eventually, as the turkey was placed in the oven to slow cook, and some of the vegetables were taken care of, the babies get up close to noon, happy and bright eyed.

They were a fair mixture, your twins. Both Y/D/N and Y/S/N had Cal’s eyes, a piercing and demanding deep brown with a fierce stare. They also inherited his slight cleft chin, too. On the contrary, although the children did not share much of your features, they have your vibrant H/C hair and personality. Cal’s stubbornness, albeit a strong tool in the marketing world, was something that’s very aware in the kids, sadly.

Waddling, the two five-year-olds catch sight of the snow instantly and run over to Cal in anticipation. 

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! It’s snowing! Look, do you see it?” Y/D/N screams, begging to be lifted into Cal’s lap.

“Yes I see it Munchkin. Do you want to go playing in it?” Cal smiles dearly, wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

“YES!”

“Mommy, the snow’s EVERYWHERE!” Y/S/N yells from the windows, running back and forth from the kitchen and back. 

“I see it, Pudgy, I see it,” you answer him by his nickname, his chunky weight too cute to ignore.

“Alright! Get your butts upstairs and changed! You get go outside if you’re freezing!” Cal laughs, catching each of the twins in one arm, hefting them sideways on his waist and back up the stairs.

You heft a breathy laugh, checking the turkey and foods before joining everyone upstairs. You are instantly greeted by baby laughs and squeals, watching your babies pull on their snow suits. Continuing down the hall, you enter your room, greeted by your bigger baby doing the same. Soon, everyone is dressed, including yourself. Picking Y/D/N up, Cal picks up the other, opening the glass sliding door to step out into the biting cold. 

Breathing in the cool air, you smile as the kids tumble in the snow, trying to run in the foot-deep snow. As they continue out into the yard, you and Cal stand back to watch, casually taking Polaroids every so often to capture the moment. Laughing as Y/S/N falls over again, Y/D/N tackling him, Cal brings you in by the arm, wrapping it around your shoulder. 

“We did good,” he says, smiling with pride.

“Yes we did,” you kiss his jaw.

Later in the day, the sun prepares to set when you call everyone back in. “Go take some baths, I made them all nice and warm for you. They’ll keep you from freezing,” you smile, watching the twins run for their lives.

“Don’t come in Mommy, I can clean my hair myself!” Y/D/N orders, proclaiming independence. 

“Yes ma’am!” you laugh, checking up on the food while Cal sits back down at his chair he’d abandoned hours ago.

“You need some help?”

“All that’s left is setting the table, then we can eat,” you pull the turkey from the oven.

“I ca-” Cal quickly gets interrupted by squeals and pounding footfalls.

“-You can go get your kids,” you reassure, “I’ll get dinner.”

Smiling gratefully, Cal ascends up the stairs to collect the children, no doubt leaving a wet mess along the hardwood floors upstairs. Grabbing the table decor, you place a deep red table cloth over the solid wooden table top with a orange, yellow, and red leafed table runner down the middle. Eyeing the baggy of fake leaves, you go against your better judgement, cascading the autumn flowers all over the table. 

Casually moving some of the leaves out of the way, you place down the plates, specialty solid gold silverware (only used for special occasions), and matching napkins neatly in front of each members’ chair.

Stepping away to admire your masterpiece, you sigh relieved, going to add the numerous platters of Thanksgiving foods. You were slightly saddened by the inability of family members making it this year, but you couldn’t control the weather. It was a chance to spend alone time with the core of your family - the one you made yourself - and that was enough for you to stay happy.

Cal peacefully descends down the stairs once more, this time with the kids in tow. The chaos was postponed - for now - as their eyes collectively appreciate the finished product of another holiday completed.

“It looks amazing Momma,” Y/S/N says, astonished.

“Yeah, very nice Mommy,” Y/D/N adds.

They go to take their seats quickly, belly begging to be filled, and as Cal goes to walk past you, he nudges you, “You’ve truly outdone yourself, Gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smirk, blushing.

Making your way over, you fill the babies’ cups with their hot cocoa, pouring pale champagne into yours and Cal’s, Cal settling for filling their plates. You do his plate as well as his before finally sitting.  **Right here, you could add that you said grace, but I didn’t add it for those who do not**

** “Amen,” your family conjoins-” ** Digging in, everyone voices their opinions, groans and slurping sounds surprising you. It was the first meal you’d done all by yourself, usually having other participants in the baking and cooking. 

As the last of the contents are stuffed into full bellies, you get up giddily, making your way over to the present you’d wrapped and hidden in the bookcase in the living room, across from the kitchen and dining area. 

“Hey guys, I have a something wrapped here for the whole family,” you state, making the small item noticeable as you walk back over to the table and take a seat. Cal, clearly confused, looks at you questioningly, not remember getting anything for the kids. You smile, handing it over to them, “Do you want to do the honors of opening it up?” 

“Yes!” they scream simultaneously, ripping the wrapping paper quickly and sloppily.

Being met with a nice casing, they look up at you, then Cal, then back down, opening the box and pulling out a small device. Instantly, Cal’s eyes light up, looking at you.

“No...” he says, caught off-guard. 

“What is it?” Y/D/N asks. 

“How about you ask your Daddy?” you smile coyly.

Y/S/N hands the gadget over to Cal, still confused.

Cal’s eyes start to water slightly as the information reaches his eyes clearer, looking you in the eyes lovingly as he explains the test lying in his huge hands. “Well, you see, when mommies aren’t feeling too good, they pee on this stick. You see it?” he shows the end of the test to the kids. “Well, when they pee on it, they have to wait a little bit. And, after the wait, either one or two lines will magically appear in this little area here,” he points, instructing your twins.

“But, Daddy, this test has two lines?” Y/S/N pipes up, “What does the two lines mean?”

“I-It well- It means your Mommy has a baby in her belly...It means you two are both going to be a big brother and sister to whoever it is in there,” Cal smiles, a tear falling down his eye as he looks at you again. You cry a little too, glad to have another little extension to your family.

Your kids are ecstatic. They start running around and screaming, then try to talk to the baby. It takes a little more explaining for them to understand that the baby doesn’t just pop its head out or start talking back to them from the inside. They weren’t necessarily happy about the new information or the long wait ahead until they could meet their sibling either, but they were still excited nonetheless. 

Hell, the whole family was! A new baby to cherish, to love, and to protect. Another kid to share your proof of a love still held strong with the man of your dreams. Another pain in the ass that would grow to become a respectable adult, sharing the quirks and traits of their parents. It was the best Thanksgiving in your life!

Happy Thanksgiving 2021!

[morganaspendragonss]

holly's august extravaganza day 4: a friend in me

📍 anon - I don't know but I feel like Carlos and Nancy can have such an awesome best friend dynamic. Maybe something sad/scary regarding Nancy happens where she has to make a report at the precinct and Carlos doesn't tell anyone as she made him promise so he starts to just check on Nancy and they just develop this caring, supportive, beautiful, fun, full of banter friendship to the amusement of TK and the 126.

kept this separate from your original ask because i want to keep those other prompts you sent alongside this one for later 😊

ao3 | 2k | hurt/comfort, brief references to gun violence, mostly just carlos and nancy being besties

Carlos has never seen Nancy look so small.

She’s sitting hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, hands seemingly moving of their own volition to tear the empty styrofoam cup in front of her to shreds. As soon as Carlos had seen her being escorted into the precinct, shaking like a leaf and clutching her coat like a lifeline, he’d persuaded the officer with her to let him take over the case. His association with the 126 is well known so the officer had been reluctant, but Carlos had managed to wear him down, saying that he doesn’t really know Nancy that well.

And it’s—it’s not exactly a full lie. Through their hangs and TK’s stories, he’s coming to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But of her personal life, Carlos knows next to nothing; she mentioned a sister a few weeks ago, and TK delights in teasing her about her growing crush on Marjan, but that’s about it.

He needs to make more of an effort, he decides. When they’re anywhere else but a police station.

Carlos knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence before entering the room, sending her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Nancy visibly relaxes at the sight of him and she drops the remains of her cup, though Carlos doesn’t miss the continuing tremble to her hands.

“Hey Nancy,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite her. “How are you doing?”

Nancy’s lips twitch, the corners barely curving into the beginnings of a wry smile. She breathes out shakily, meeting Carlos’s eyes for the briefest second before staring back down at the table. “I’m not great,” she answers, and for her to admit to that… Well, Carlos suspects it’s not a regular occurrence.

He nods, reluctantly pulling out his notebook and pen, hesitating before flipping to the next blank page. Nancy tracks his movements, resignation clearly etched all over her features. Carlos glances at the two-way mirror—not that it does him any good—then reaches across the table to take Nancy’s hand.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he murmurs. “If you need more time, just say the word and I’ll leave. Or if you’d prefer to talk to someone you don’t know, we can do that too. Anything you need.”

The sudden tightness of Nancy’s grip is unexpected, as is the flash of panic in her eyes.

“Please, don’t go,” she whispers. “I don’t—” She cuts herself off, shutting her eyes and breathing slowly for a few seconds. Slowly, her hold on Carlos begins to loosen until her hand is slack in his, then she draws both hands into her lap and straightens in her chair. When her eyes reopen, she seems more like the Nancy Carlos knows—strong, confident, assertive—though there’s still clearly an undercurrent of fear underneath it all.

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

Carlos bites back an are you sure and settles for clicking his pen, his smile unwavering. “Can you run me through what happened, exactly?” he asks. “Take your time.”

A second or two passes, then Nancy nods, her voice steady when she speaks. “I was restocking the bus at the end of shift. I was alone; Captain Vega was in her office and TK was with the others in the showers—he did try to help but he’d had to go into a fire on our last call to help a patient and the smell of smoke was giving me a headache, so I told him to go.”

Carlos pauses in his note-taking, mentally filing that last piece of information away for follow-up as soon as he sees his boyfriend again. Judging by the amused quirk to Nancy’s eyebrow, she’s fully aware of where his mind has gone, so Carlos clears his throat and motions for her to continue, forcing his thoughts back to the present.

“Like I said, I was alone. I didn’t mind it; it was kind of relaxing, you know? Then this guy appeared from nowhere and pointed a gun at me, saying if I called out or turned on the siren or anything, he’d shoot. I thought—” She inhales sharply, her knuckles going white on the tabletop and her jaw clenching tightly. Her voice sounds different when she next speaks, more controlled, as though forcing each word out. “I thought it was happening again. I thought he was going to take me somewhere, make me his personal pet paramedic, something like that.

“Turns out, he just wanted drugs. I gave him what we had on the rig and he seemed satisfied, so I figured he’d shoot me anyway ‘cause I’d seen his face, right? He didn’t—obviously—but it looked like he was considering it.” Nancy pauses and flicks her gaze up at Carlos, biting her lip. “I think he might have done it,” she admits quietly, “but he got spooked by one of the guys making noise so he just bolted. I’m not sure how long it was between that and TK coming back and finding me. I’m sorry.”

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can check the cameras at the station. With luck, that should get us an ID, maybe a license plate if he drove. I think that’s almost everything; just one more question, if that’s okay. Can you tell me what you gave him exactly?”

Nancy nods. “Morphine, Ativan, tramadol… I’d have to check stocks for the exact amounts.”

“We’ll do that, don’t worry about it.” Carlos taps his pen on the pages before flipping his notebook shut and leaning across the table again. “Are you okay?” he asks softly. “Speaking as a friend and not a cop, if there’s anything you need, anything I can help with, let me know.”

She smiles wanly. “I’m okay. I just want to go home and forget all this ever happened.”

“Fair enough. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Carlos half-expects her to brush him off, but she just nods and allows him to escort her back through the precinct and out to her car. He dithers awkwardly, shuffling his feet as Nancy turns to him, one hand on the door handle.

“Thank you, Carlos. For real. I have the feeling it wasn't a coincidence that you were the one in that room with me.”

The tips of Carlos’s ears go pink as he finds himself caught out. “That, uh��� That would not be inaccurate.”

“Well, thanks.” She pulls open the car door and Carlos takes a step back, wanting to wait until she’s safely away to go back inside. Nancy ducks as if to get in, then pauses and straightens again, biting her lip as she looks back at him.

“Hey, Carlos?” she says. “Can you do me a favour and not tell the others? Not even TK. They— They know vaguely what happened, but I’d prefer it if the details and, uh, some of the other stuff I told you could be kept between us.”

He agrees immediately, just grateful that she trusts him enough to handle this for her. “No-one will know any more than they need to,” he promises, which seems to relieve her. She thanks him again, then gets in the car and drives away, Carlos watching after her with one hand raised in farewell.

*

It grows from there.

It’s not intentional exactly, but one text to check up on her soon turns into a steady stream of messages, stories and jokes and even the occasional meme passing back and forth between them. Carlos especially appreciated Nancy's carefully curated collection of dirt on TK, which, as a concerned boyfriend, it is his duty to know. Many a conversation has been spent griping about TK's accident prone ways or sighing over his latest mishap.

Lovingly, of course.

Nancy, 15.48: you’ll never guess what happened this time

Carlos, 16.22: ?

In answer, he receives a picture of a dejected-looking TK sprawled on the floor with Buttercup’s front paws squarely resting on his chest. Buttercup’s tongue is lolling out, a wide grin on his face, and in the background stand the rest of the crew. All of them also seem to have their phones pointed towards TK—probably the reason TK looks so down, as Carlos knows his boyfriend couldn’t be upset with Buttercup to save his life.

Nancy, 16.26: he thought he’d try to teach buttercup some tricks. turns out, dog trainers exist for a reason

Carlos has to stifle a laugh—technically, he is supposed to be working—but his attempt at being subtle is thwarted when his phone repeatedly pings with similar texts and photos from Paul, Marjan, and Mateo. He screenshots the sudden influx of notifications and sends it to Nancy before saving every single photo.

Nancy responds with a laughing emoji and a promise to keep him updated.

*

Not all of their conversations are about TK, naturally.

Carlos, 19.10: I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her

Nancy, 19.12: i do talk to her. every shift, actually

Carlos, 19.13: Nancy

Nancy, 19.13: carlos

Nancy, 19.14: i don’t even know if she’s into women, alright? it’s not like i can just march up and ask, that’s like waving a banner saying ‘hey, i’m in love with you’ in her face

Carlos, 19.16: Oh, we’re talking about love now, are we?

Nancy, 19.17: can it, reyes

Carlos, 19.20: Noted. Look, take it from someone who’s been navigating gay relationships in Texas his whole life. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Ask her for coffee, test the waters, see where it leads. You never know, it might work out. I mean, look at me

Nancy, 19.24: wow, way to rub your happiness in my face 😑

(Carlos doesn’t find out if she follows his advice, but he does notice her and Marjan showing up to their hangs together)

(Nancy does not appreciate his smugness)

*

Without even realising, they become a formidable team. This fact is highlighted one game night about three months after the incident, when Nancy and Marjan blow into his and TK’s house, a determined glint in both their eyes.

“We’re switching up the teams,” Marjan declares, much to TK’s outrage.

“What? Why?”

“Because,” Nancy continues, “we’re tired of losing to you guys. You’re like, freakishly good at board games and it’s not fair. Plus, we have to watch you both being all lovey all the time when you’re on the same team and it’s exhausting. We want to see you being competitive for once.”

TK pouts, but Carlos just shrugs when he looks to him for backup. “It’ll be fun,” he says, smiling at Nancy and Marjan. TK still looks put out, so he leans in close and half-murmurs, “C’mon babe. How about a prize for the winner?”

TK perks up considerably at the suggestion, and, going by the twin looks of despair on Nancy and Marjan’s faces, they caught both the comment and the innuendo. Marjan groans and Nancy raises her eyes skyward, as if pleading for divine intervention.

“This was a great idea, actually,” TK says, grinning. He quirks an eyebrow at Nancy. “You and me, Nance?”

That seems to shake Nancy out of her silent prayers for strength. “Uh, no. I’m with Carlos.” To emphasise the point, she strides forward and grabs Carlos’s arm, dragging him to the couch. He nudges her gently when they sit, smirking at the disgruntled way she digs into the snack bowl.

“You did say you wanted to see us being competitive.”

“Shut up.”

*

In the end, TK ends up paired with Mateo, and Marjan with Paul. It’s clear from the outset who’s going to win—Nancy and Carlos dominate the board, and not even Paul’s master strategy is enough to catch up with them.

They win by a comfortable margin, fist-bumping in celebration. There’s a general air of bemusement in the room, and when Carlos looks round at the others, he finds four pairs of eyes fixed on them.

“What?”

“Since when have you two been such a good team?” Paul asks, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow.

Carlos shrugs, sharing a smile with Nancy. “Guess we just are.”

[milks-writings]

CHARACTERS/ READER: Akaashi Keiji x GN!Reader/ Shinsuke Kita x GN!Reader/ Rintarō Suna x GN!Reader

REQUEST: ❤🥺❤since your request are open can I please have a scenario (or headcannons if you prefer) with Akaashi, Kita and Suna (or Osamu) with an gender neutral s/o whose friends are very touching with them (not in a weird way) and one of their guy best friends likes holding their hand and kissing them on the cheek (partly to annoy the boys) and how the boys would react❤🥺❤ it can be angst but please may it end fluffy🙈🙈🙈(hope this isn't to much and I explained well🙈🥺❤) (Request by @aquariarose​��)

A/N: That requests sounds v specific 👀 I mixed it,,, like I made headcanons and then a small scenario with that :D

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ HC + Scenario: S/O with a touchy bestie + their reaction

KEIJI AKAASHI

He knew that you and your best friend never meant it in a romantically way, and that you two were just friends who kinda liked to show affection through actions and not words

Honestly, at first Akaashi was more relaxed and didn’t get jealous quite often, he trusted you and knew that you loved him, maybe not more than your best friend, but loved him in a romantically way

Though as the days passed he slowly got tired of you two always being together and sometimes also just wished for some little more affection

Akaashi always knew that communication is the key to make a relationship as good as possible, though it can’t be perfect, some problems could be solved with talking about them so he begun the conversation one day

“I think it’s unfair that (Your bestfriend) gets more affection than me”

And let’s be honest, Akaashi telling you that he thinks that its unfair is probably the sweetest and best thing ever, because he was honest enough and didn’t just ignore you or got mad

He knew that it was not “Your fault” or that you didn’t mean to hurt him with these things. And since Akaashi is really observing he noticed quickly how your bestfriend only did these things to annoy him

In the end, he kind of got you to talk to your best friend about that and was glad once you two “Solved” those things between you. There was never a problem to begin with, but you two noticed that Akaashi always tensed up after seeing you holding hands with your friend or giving your friend a small kiss on their cheek

“Keiji, you are quite tensed and silent these days. Is something bothering you?”

Out of all questions you could’ve asked, you asked the question he expected the least from you. Nevertheless, the relief that took over his body after that question kind of put his mind at ease, leaving Akaashi quiet for a second to think of a proper answer that would satisfy you and himself. “I guess” the setter begun with a sigh, looking up to lock your eyes with his “I am kind of jealous that I get less kisses than your friend” His words managed to give your heart a small tug somewhere, leaving a trace of somewhere relief and somewhere also guilt behind. “Keiji you know that I only love you, but I promise to give you more affection and less to my friend, mh?” with wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a small kiss on his cheek he slowly nodded in agreement. “Thanks for telling me” you added lovingly, making him smile a little. “I love you too” He replied while pressing a small kiss on your forehead

SHINSUKE KITA

I just know for some reason that this man will be insecure about himself after seeing you giving your best friend more affection than your boyfriend

He just feels like having done smth wrong. There is no particular reason why, and there is no evidence if he really did, after all nothing happened between you two, but I can see him overthinking this situation

His intentions aren’t to ignore you, but he somehow always just begins to drift off into his mind, his thoughts getting over him and his body, just deeply thinking about how he can apologize to you and straighten out his mistake

But little did he know that it was not his fault

You noticed him getting more thoughtful and dreamy over the time, which was kind of weird. Also did you notice that his words were chosen more carefully

But after thinking and thinking Kita gave up, since he couldn’t figure out what he had been doing wrong or saying wrong

“Y/N, if I did something wrong, tell me, alright?” It probably ringed in your head at this moment and you immediately knew about what was wrong with him

“Shinsuke, you are all fine. Is it because I give my best friend kisses and so on?”

Baby feels like crying because he really thought that he fucked up :((

“Yes kind of…”

“I am so sorry, I will tell them not to be that affectionate any more, okay?” he just silently nodded, trying to sort out his thoughts

After this conversation you two promised to not give others more affection than to each other and you also gave him lots of kissies and hugs afterwards

The silent between you two begun to kill you and him, almost like a flame without any oxygen. “Shinsuke” You finally spoke up, looking at the other side of the table where your boyfriend sat, quietly and collected. “Hm?” He asked confused, raising an eyebrow at you. “Something is up with you. Is there anything on your mind?” Kita could swear that all his thoughts got a big knot into his mind, leaving him rather quiet and confused behind. There was something on his mind, he was just a little scared to admit it. Slowly nodding, he looked at you. “I was scared that I did something wrong since you seem to like (your best friend) more than me…” he mumbled out quietly, making you feel bad. With getting up and patting his head after having reached him, you begun to assure him “No no, it’s not your fault. I am sorry about making you feel bad, but I promise that my friend if just very affectionate. If you want to, I can tell him to stop.” You offered, looking down at your boyfriend who only sat there, leaned into your touch and slowly nodding at your words. “I mean… You don’t have to. Knowing that I didn’t do something wrong is fine” He admitted, a small smile finally creeping over his lips. Your words really put him into easement

RINTARŌ SUNA

To be honest, I feel like he would be the most relaxed one about this all

Suna couldn’t bother more about affection and about your best friend. Not like he didn’t like you, it’s just that he is very very vERY observant and he gets things quickly

So when he sees that your best friend is actually a little more touchy and that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable he is absolutely fine with that

Like Suna is super chill about it but still sometimes makes sure that your best friend knows their place and kisses you here and there on your forehead or on your hand, glaring at your best friend before going back to whatever he had done before

Of course, sometimes he wishes also to get kisses here and there, but most of the time, he is okay with that all and just takes it the way it is

Though on bad days he really wishes to get some more affection and once he notices that you don’t give him anything he just gets pissed and a little cold towards you, he just never tells you what the matter is

Suna is not pissed at you, but at the fact that your best friend gets more physical love than he does

And once Suna is cold you can literally not get him to talk unless you find out the reason why he is pissed and apologize for that

Often you ask Osamu for advice and he immediately tells you though since he knows how hard Suna is sometimes

“sorry for giving my bestie more affection than you”

“Oh so you figured?” Suna was clearly a little upset but only played with you. “’is ok. I am not mad, I just wanted to hear you admitting that you are in the wrong” he playfully added

“He is just mad that you don’t give him enough affection sometimes. Not more. I am sure you two can talk that out”

That’s what Osamu had told you previously. After thinking and thinking, but never finding the answer you decided to ask Osamu what he had heard about Suna. Without that guy you would’ve been literally dead by now.

“Hey Rin~” You hummed, trying to gain your boyfriends attention. But he just stared at his phone screen, only giving you a small “Mh”. Unsatisfied with his answer you laid beside him, looking up at the rather lazy middle blocker. “I am sorry for not giving you enough love” His eyes peeked over to you, raising one eyebrow before he suddenly put his phone down and embraced you with his two long arms. “It’s ok. Can I get kisses now too?” He almost fell asleep while saying that. “Yes of course” A small chuckle left your lips, leaving kisses all over his face while he begun to fall asleep with you in his arms. Suna was an easy going guy, but sometimes he just needs some love here and there too. And that just proved your point.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ LOYAL PEEPS: @elianetsantana

[kalinawtokilig]

S/O who gets into fights

Pair(s) : Sugawara Koushi x Reader, Yaku Morisuke x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Semi Eita x Reader 

Ohoh, boi good luck. 

Summary: 

It’s not uncommon for you to get into a fight, as you don’t look nor act the type. You don’t ask to get into a fight nor provoke, you simply attract trouble, (Oh, a problem child,,) But if this person (or people) are talking smack about you, you bet your bum that you’re gonna sit down and let them. Nah, you put’em up. Warning? You ARE the WARNING. 

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((I love and pimp him. Pimp pimp pimp)) 

He hears it from Yachi. More like, the team does and Nishinoya and Tanaka are ready to throw some hands.

During practice, Yachi, the sweet girl, poor her; she sees you having an intense argument with two other third years when she comes to refill on water bottles. 

She knows you, talking to you a couple of times. You were always a sweet upperclassman, kind and soft to her and the team, even Kageyama and Tsukishima showed you respect in your presence. 

But when one of them swung the first punch to your face, you bet she dropped everything and hauled ass to the gym to call over your boyfriend. 

Sugawara. Ah, yes, the duality of this man. I would say unpredictable, cause some say he’s the responsible type to stop the fight by finding a teacher and others say he’ll unleash Tanaka and Nishinoya. 

I say, he’s the type to KNOW who you are and WHAT you are capable of. Yes, he can join in the fight, but last time he saw you fight someone he was unaware and baffled that you are able to land solid one punch (( WANNA BE SAIKYU HEROOO)) and knock’em out. Nah, he’s the type to collect the aftermath and try to bury the evidence ((What a sweet boyfie <3 )) 

“Suga-san! (Y/N)-san i-is in a fight a-and I think they need help!” She screeches, catching the attention of the team members. 

“Ah, I’ll be back. Gotta collect the corpses.” 

Asahi, Hinata, and Yachi nearly pass out when he says that. “Corpses? (Y/N)-san killed them that quick? And Sugawara is the accessory???” 

When he finally reaches you, though he knows you’re capable of standing your ground, he can’t help but worry the bruises and cuts on you. You may be able to keep standing, but that doesn’t mean you can avoid ALL their hits. 

When he sees your figure, his fingers dig deep into his palms. “(Y/N)?” He calls out to you. You’re huffing and you straighten your back, turning to face him you smile lovingly to him. “Yes, Darling?” 

He may simp for you but that doesn’t mean he can’t lecture you. 

Sighing, he crouches to the two fools who decided to provoke you and talks to them in that tone where you can’t speak because you’re scared of what they’re capable of. He says that he’ll be watching them closely and that if they mention their S/O beating them up, not only will they all get suspended but Sugawara will make sure they’ll never face pride or regain their HONOR back. (ayye zuko wassup ?) 

Standing up, he looks to you and holds your hands as gingerly as possibly, observing the irritated redness on your knuckles and the splotches of small red bloody dots. His nose scrunches cutely as one hand lets go of yours to cup your face carefully because of the now forming bruise on your pretty face. 

Sighing, he smiles, brows furrowed, “Sugar, next time, go easy on them. I don’t want your pretty hands to be so messed up. I love you and I don’t mind bandaging them up and kissing them to make you feel better, but I feel the more you punch the more your hands’ll fall off. Then who am I supposed to hold hands with?”

You can’t help but crack a joke, “Ah yes, losing Daichi and me in the same year, my poor Darling~!” You coo to him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“Oi!” 

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

((Babie,, cat babie ,,, dangerous babiee,,)) 

While the fiery, third-year, libero of Nekoma dislikes Lev, you absolutely cherish the tall boy and found him cute.

Kuroo makes fun of Yaku saying you should date Lev instead

then you retorted to the rooster head saying that it’ll be weird cause Lev is basically a little brother you’ve always wanted.

One day, after school, while your boyfie was at practice, you were on cleaning duty and overheard some students talking about your two favorite people.

They made fun Lev and then Yaku. They absolutely insulted him for his height and his plays while they made fun of Lev’s intelligence and lack of plays. 

And they chose D E A T H 

“Hah? Whatcha say?!” 

Commence a brawl 

You could’ve used the broomstick by breaking it in half and shanking them but you wanted them to know not to die JUST yet.

You were able to leave satisfied yet still pissed. The other students didn’t speak a peep, as to know not to mess with your temper and if they were a snitch, well, snitches get popped. 

for the ones who talked smack, you both came to the conclusion to say that you guys were playing too rough with the cleaning supplies 

When practice was over, you waited by the gate for your boyfie 

Seeing him, you smiled at him and he came up to you, flicking your jaw

“Ow! Love, what was that for? You’re not give your soldier a loving and tender hug for defending you and our child’s honor?” You pouted cutely to him. 

His eyes widened a bit,  a pink blush on his face until he squinted his eyes at you. “You got into a fight, again.”

“All in good nature, babe!” You stuck out your tongue to him, surprisingly he stuck out his tongue, to lick you with his own. 

“Wha-”

“As much as I love you, you’re lucky that I wasn’t there or I would’ve killed you too to get rid of the evidence.”

“...Aw! You love me so much that you’ll clean my messes, I love you too, Morisuke!” 

“...I love you too, you frickin idiot.” 

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

(Ayyeee back at it again, Akaashi-kun, how ya doin?) 

Akaashi may be a patient man, but this man can hold his patience with a sharp knife and cut it instantly 

It was your movie date and while you waited for Akaashi to get popcorn and snacks, your saw one of your best friends. 

You went up to say hi until you heard them talk bad about you, saying how Akaashi is only dating you to keep an eye on you or how you’re too naive that they obviously don’t want you cause you’re too clingy

with the cold, freezing, slushie, you ‘accidentally’ trip and spill it all over your now ex-bestie

like your bestie, that two-faced bih doesn’t go down without a fight

so basically this was your break-up fight

As he bandages your hands, you were too nervous to speak to him

You weren’t afraid of anything, not failing, not teachers or authority, nor suspencion

Though, you were very afraid of Akaashi’s silent temper

“Ah, Love-”

Pretty boy looks at you so quick you flinch for the upcoming lecture yet he says nothing which makes it even more scary for what he’ll say

“Are you mad at me?” You ask cutely, pouting and looking through your lashes while your head is down in shame

After a couple of minutes waiting for his answer, he sighs

“Blossom, you know how concerned I get when you get into fights. It...” He looks away, “hurts me to see you hurt...I love you a lot that I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t there to help you.” He confesses with a red tint spreading to the tips of his ears. 

Oh dear LORD this man continues to speak heavenly got ME swooning- 

“I should’ve known that friend of yours wasn’t true to you...I’m sorry I couldn’t see that. If you want, we can have Kenma pirate the movie and send us the link. Better than going out, right?” 

((THIS MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO SMILE LIKE A FRICKIN GOD AHW I HATE IT HERE))

Your eyes sparkle and you launch to hug him, he lets out s strangled yelp as he falls back onto the bed 

Though easy to get into fights, you were easy to cry, as you were emotional to these kinds of things

“AGHAAHHSHI I LOVE YOU I FRICKIN HATE YOU CAUSE YOURE SO PERFECT UWAYWHH” ((omg me))

Chuckling, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, one hand on your side and the other petting your hair

“I love you too, blossom” 

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((YEES YES YES YES I  STAN AND I PIMP ,, PIMP PIMP PIMMP))) 

((LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT. HIM.)) 

What a cactus. Don’t we stan? 

I stan. I totally stan. 

When you get into a fight this man KNOWS he’s most likely gonna watch to see if there is any bih to try to hit you while you’re busy fUCKING UP WITH OTHERS WHO MESSED WITH YA

Iwaizumi is literally the chillest ngl 

Will probably join if some CUNT ASS BIH  decides to pull ya hair or pick up some petty stick to beat you with it

((the more i write at 4:30 AM, the more my mind expands to more fight scenarios ohohhhh get ready my friends)) 

Literally the toughest couple

no cap, no one will mess with you unless they’re tryna get f’d in the a in the most unpleasurable way (omg that rhymes) 

Oikawa makes funny and teasing jokes about how you both look so intimidating that you’ll get wrinkles on your faces

“Keep barking, Oikawa, cause I can make sure my kicks can knock off that bitchy attitude <3″

“Why are you and Iwa-chan like this.” 

“Lmao get wrecked Trashykawa.”

Sometimes you act like Oikawa’s guard too, the fans know of your rep around school, so they don’t bother Oikawa as much which means Iwaizumi doesn’t have to spike volleyballs at his head so they can head to practice without any distractions ((Though Iwa still does it when Oikawa gets too flirty when thanking you)) 

Omg I can go forever with Iwa holleeeeemolleee 

I feel,, that when he’s bandaging up your face, your cleaning the cuts on his....chest.... n’ biceps,,,oof to be you... 

I feel like getting into fights can also count as a date

how fun would that be

talking about your fight date with him in front of other ppl who don’t really know you

I imagine you and iwa-babes talking and you’re like, staring so lovingly at his face and reach to touch the cut above his lip and you’re reminiscing 

“Babes, remember when we fought those two losers at the parking lot of a Target?”

“Oh yeah, I remember that. That dickbag got his ass handed to you, nice right hook by the way.”

Then the strangers RUDELY overhearing are like ‘Wth??? is this?? real?? did they actually fight two people?’

You did.

Oikawa posted it.

Semi Eita x Reader

((Grey haired babes hit different, y’know?)) 

he’ll just be >:|

I can’t say he’ll be mad at you, but more like, concerned that his face looks mad

The same with Akaashi, you’re waiting for him to lecture you, but he’s quiet when he’s...worried,,concerned

You got into a fight because some BIHS from another sports team talked shit about the volleyball team, SPECIFICALLY your boyfie (how convenient for the plot) 

You may be smol but you have HELLFIRE

“AYE WANNA SAY IT TO MY FACE MUTHA-”

Long story short,,, you may have won the battle, but you are unsure if the war will reign supreme, by war I mean you’re preparing for Semi’s scolding

Waiting in his dorm room, you played the soundtrack he made for you and patiently waited until he came back from practice

When HE DOES come from practice, he opened the door to see you sleeping on the floor, back against his bed and when he was going to quietly coo at how cute you look, he gets a closer look at the split lip and bruised knuckles

...You have...a tampon shoved up your nose? 

“Muse. Bubs.” He cups your cheek, then patting it gently. 

When you wake up, you jump back

“BUBs, beh, listen, I, may have done something to someone out of provocation and insults whereas I also defended not only myself-” You wince at he narrows his lovely eyes at you, peering for you to go on (omg you frickin simp)

“I have protected you and your team from their,, falsehoods”

(Why are you talking like that lmao)

He blinks once. twice. going to his bathroom, he gets the first aid kid he ALWAYS had to restock because his babes CANT STOP GETTING INTO FIGHTS so he can patch you up 

“I love you, but we can take their idiocy, it’s just your idiocy I’m worried about...” He continues on, then he starts to listen to the music you’re playing

you’re playing one of his playlists he made for you

specifically, “When I’m with You <3″

He becomes flustered and you wonder if HE’S okay 

“Sh-Shut up, stupid! Stop getting into fights!” 

[sunflowersseemhappy]

Asra, Muriel and Lucio with mc who has really long, rapunzel hair? 👁👄👁

My bestie is a big fan of Disney’s Rapunzel so this request made me think of her instantly. I’ll leave it up to the imagination on why and how MC’s hair gets that long but for the sake of these headcanons lets just say the fairy tale stories we know also exist in the Arcana world.

Next up: Asra/Julian/Nadia/Portia/Muriel with an MC who has scoliosis (which might take a while because I do my research!)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! But enjoy for now my friends!

Asra

When you show up Asra thinks you’re the most interesting person in Vesuvia and not just because of your hair.

The way you carry yourself, almost innocently oblivious to the stares and yet winding through the streets like you’ve done so all your life. How you greet everyone you pass by and when your eyes find him in the street Asra knows he’s caught your attention.

He wonders why you’re looking at him like that and he can only absentmindedly return your polite wave as you pass by with a glint in your eyes, for Asra its the start of something mysterious and magical.

He’s still enchanted to this day. Often reminded of the fairy tales his parents read to him so long ago, it’s like you were pulled from those pages and into his world. How lucky he is...

Asra keeps the shop as clean as he can so that your hair doesn’t get too dirty, he built in a series of wide hooks that your hair can hang from and has a rug behind the counter that you can put your hair on.

It’s funny having him around because when his nose is buried in a book and he’s walking by he will often trip and fall. The customers get a kick out of it as much as you do.

The hair products you have leave much to be desired, but on one of your birthdays Asra did extra readings and worked longer hours to buy you some decent combs and brushes. They were a great gift (but he’s late enough on rent payments as it is).

Made a magical head scarf that actually holds all your hair in a space so you can walk down the street without the stares from strangers. Not feeling your hair drag behind you is a relief.

Asra tried to develop a spell that would have your hair braided in seconds but it didn’t work out great... Its the thought that counts.

When washing it Asra likes to weave some magic and get the combs, brushes, etc... to help out, unlike his braiding spell it works a lot better and your hair is done quicker than it ever could with just the two of you.

Snuggle time involves a lot of hair twirling with Asra, he really likes the silken feel of your hair and the way it drapes over your bodies like a cool blanket.

Although he is extremely fidgety in his sleep and you often wake to his body pinning down your hair...

Asra loves it when you kiss him and your hair creates a shroud around your faces, almost shutting the world out as he lets you know how much he adores you.

Asra finds magic with you in every sense of the word and he’s so glad that out of all the people in the world such a kind creature chose him.

Muriel

When he first meets you Muriel thinks the long hair is wildly impractical and he expects you to ignore him and Asra, as you pass them on the streets but then your eye catches him staring.

That look you give him is enough to make Muriel’s mind short-circuit, something between shyness and amusement plays on your face as you graciously give a vendor coins for some bread and apples.

Muriel’s eyes dart away before he stares too much, but then a hand holds out the basket of bread and apples and you’re so close he can smell your perfume and see his reflection in your eyes. You hand him the basket with a wordless smile and meander down the street, your hair flowing behind you.

He thought about you more often than he’ll admit, especially when he was a gladiator. Your face and smile would be the only pleasant dream he ever had between the nightmares.

Muriel didn’t dare hope to see you again, because he didn’t want to see you in those stands. Not next to those calling for blood, he’s glad he never did but he wondered why he cared so much to even think that.

He still thinks the hair is impractical but the way it catches in the light from the sun makes it seem like a part of the forest he’s made his home. Beautiful.

Asked you to teach him how to braid it so it “didn’t get dirty dragging in the hut or the forest.” He loves the braiding and will almost always weave in your favourite flowers after you said you loved it like that.

Makes you a set of bone combs and boar-bristle brushes that work better than anything else you’ve ever tried.

His tub isn’t the biggest so Muriel helps you carry all your hair to the stream that flows close by and you spend hours washing it. He mostly enjoys the talking you do and working the products through your hair.

He follows through with growing his hair out a bit more since he likes being able to braid and tie his back for convenience (and also why not?).

Very confused when you ask for a strand of his longer hair, then he sees you’ve woven it into your own. He’s really flustered and sheepishly asks if he can have some of your hair to do the same.

Has not tripped over or been tangled up in your hair once.

When the two of you snuggle Muriel strokes his big hands through your hair working through the tangles in your loose hair or smoothing the braid, after you begin kissing he’ll return the favour. Hands scratching at the nape of your neck and winding in your hair as he mummers softly.

After you kiss your hair might trail along his jaw and as you pull away it looks like he has a long flowing beard and you can’t help but laugh. Muriel finds the whole thing embarrassingly amusing.

That memory of you is so distant now, but it got him through a tough time and Muriel is glad he gets to share the better part of his life with you.

Lucio

You made a boring day much more interesting, he sees you in the crowd as his masquerade party celebrates in the streets and thinks you’re some kind of princess or magical creature from the stories he’s heard. Your long hair woven in a plait and draping over your shoulder.

From his float Lucio can see curiousness in your eyes as you watch the floats with the same fascination of those around you, it’s like the crowd around you only serves as a backdrop as your eyes lock with his.

Lucio is stumbling from his float a second after, but the crowd surges against him and when he finally finds the spot he was sure you were in Lucio turns in a circle. But you’re gone, as if you were never there.

From the moment he met you Rapunzel became his new favourite fairy tale, he will always be calling you his ‘Princess’.

Wanted to put on a play of that particular fairy tale with you as the star.

Begged you for four days on trying out the climbing using your hair, turns out hair doesn’t have that good of a grip as rope...

Astounded that you could care for your hair without help from servants, wanted to know your routine because his hair doesn’t even compare to yours.

The palace baths are a life saver because all of it can fit!

He spends a lot on hair care products for you, there are vats of your favourite products and the finest brushes and combs in the land.

Had to explain to him how long it takes for that amount of hair to grow after he started growing his out.

Got his prosthetic tangled up a lot before he figured out the grooves would catch your hair, began wearing long sleeves and a glove to stop that.

Loves your hair loose rather than tied but if you want it braided he’ll spend hours helping you do so.

Very proud of his work, even if its a bit uneven. Shows it off to whoever is admiring your hair, he’s pretty cute when explaining how he did it.

He’s actually hidden in your hair before and jumped out to scare you.

He then got very tangled up, but you had fun teasing him! *wink, wink*

When the two of you are snuggling Lucio likes to bury his face in your hair and breath you in, limbs all tangled in your hair as he sneaks kisses on your neck and nips at your ear whispering lovingly to you.

Laughs a lot when your hair blocks his lips from kissing yours, accidentally inhaled some from laughing too much.

Of course hair is just hair, it’s not what made him fall in love with you, it just helped him pick you out from the crowd that day and discover his real love for you. The beauty on the inside as well as the out.

[writes-eat-sleep-repeat]

Seeing Red

Prompt: PMS days

Pairing: Spooky x Reader

Warning/ notes: Major fluff. Not grammatically correct. Currently on my menses which inspired this one shot. Hope it can comfort other spooky lovers during their time of the month. Enjoy ;)

Summary: Spooky takes care of his girlfriend when she’s on her menses. Just him and her!

Word count: 2063

As you opened your eyes you peered through the curtains of your room and noticed it was a rainy day outside in LA. The sky was somewhere between a light gray and the cusp of a white. They kind of color that hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled over on your back and instantaneously felt the stinging in our stomach. It was day two of your menses. They worst day of them all. often you thought about what it might feel like to get shot and came to the conclusion it couldn’t possibly be any worse than this. While you laid back staring up at the ceiling you heard your phone vibrate. Looking over all you could mutter was “shit” 8 miss calls and 15 text. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to your left 10:00 am. Opening the text you scroll to the top and began reading

‘Hey mama’-3:15 pm

Missed call 3:30 pm

‘Hello’-4:00pm

Missed call 5:00 pm

‘Y/N’-5:30 pm

Missed call 6:00 pm

‘Y/N pick up the phone’- 6:30 pm

The calls and messages entwined like this for the next couple of hours until you guess your boyfriend finally fell asleep. You cant believe you slept for basically 19 hours straight. Aside from a few bathroom and water breaks where you had to use all the power you could muster up to complete those task, you somehow forgot to check your phone. Throwing your arm over your face to block out what little light was peaking through the window you could hear your roommate/ best friend Rebecca getting ready for work. BUZZZZ someone rang the doorbell. You heard him before you saw him. Out in the living room talking with you bestie, ‘where is Y/N’ he asked her. Oh no. He sounds pissed.

You laid frozen with your hand over your arm wanting the earth to swallow you whole. ‘She’s not feeling well’ you heard Rebecca respond. You always avoided Oscar on days like this because you were afraid to get mad and finally scare him away with your crazy . He burst into your room bringing the bright light from the hallway with him. You felt the irritation slowly building. Removing your hand with a sigh you look over to your right at the door. ‘Couldn’t pick up your phone’ he asked with a particular edge to his voice that brought out your annoyance to what seemed to be instantaneously. ‘I was sleeping’ you said letting acid seep into your voice. ‘For a fucking day’ he yelled. That’s it, you thought sitting up it bed which was followed by a gush of blood below causing you further annoyance.

“I’m not dealing with your shit today. 1. I spoke to you yesterday afternoon and its only 10 am meaning it wasn’t a whole fucking day. 2. Becca told you I wasn’t feeling well and instead of coming in here and asking if I’m okay you choose too come in here and yell at me like your my daddy. 3. Your not my daddy 4. My hormones are all over the place and I literally feel like i am dying so unless you plan on helping and not being an ass I suggest you leave.’ Oscar who you never ever send away looked more hurt than even mad that you yelled at him. He never took that kind of disrespect from anyone being the gang leader he is. ‘Okay, well.. what’s wrong? ummm... how can I help?’ he asked. ‘ you cant’ you replied. “Y?N...” ‘I have to go to the store and get some stuff.’ You swung you legs of the bed and tried to stand up only to be meet with crippling pain. Before you could even fully bend over to hold your stomach Oscar was there pushing you back onto the bed. ‘Your not driving like this’ he said. ‘Tell me what you need and ill get it for you’ he finished. ‘ you cant, ok its personal girl stuff’ you replied shyly. ‘ I didn’t ask you what it was. I said to tell me what you need’ he sternly answered. After writing a list that and handing it to him he said he’ll be back in 15 minutes. You took this time to take some pain medication and crawl to the bathroom just barely managing to take a shower while he was gone. Rebecca poked her head in to let you know she was heading out so you knew it was time to leave the shower so you could let Oscar back in. Standing in your room trying to figure out what to wear you decided on a pair of black leggings and one of oscars hoodie that you stole from him. You just needed to be comfy. As you were pulling the hoodie down over your head you heard the door buzzz. Heading out the the front door you pulled it open to find Oscar with 4 shopping bags. He walked past you to the kitchen and put them on the counter. ‘What exactly did you buy Oscar I only asked for a pack of pads and a soda” you asked quizzically, with what you were sure was a confused look on your face.

‘Well you said always overnight but they had 2 different kinds and I didn’t want to call you so I got both and then i got you some Advil, i mean I don’t know if that works for that kind of pain’ he said gesturing towards your stomach ‘but, i got it anyway and the lady at the store said it was good and suggested i get you something sweet and I couldn’t decide on one, so i bought one of every candy and...’ he didn’t get to finish his rambling because you walked over to him and kissed him lovingly to interrupting, he responded by holding your neck firmly in place and meeting you with the same level of passion. Pulling away for oxygen you looked up into the liquid brown eyes of Oscar Diaz and all you could say is ‘I love You’. “Go sit down mama I’m making breakfast” was his response. “Ummmm...I kinda wanted ice cream for breakfast’ you said. ‘Ice cream is not breakfast. No wonder i cant get cesear to eat any real food’ he teased you. Knowing you looked after the younger Diaz while he was locked up. ‘Hey. I eat real food but today my a baby maker wants ice cream so, I eat ice cream’ you joked. Walking over to the couch in the living room knowing he will never let you eat the ice cream first.

Settling down under the black throw that was on the couch you began to flick through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Settling on a romantic comedy. It wasn’t t long before Oscar walked over with your plate in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached you in Rebecca’s -queen of the kitchen-apron. Your attention then turned on the intoxicating smell drifting off the plate in his hand and settling in your nose. Homemade fluffy pancakes, eggs and fried salami (Oscar knew you weren’t a bacon person). He handed you the plate and placed his on the coffee table before heading back to the kitchen to remove the apron and grab your drinks. By the time he returned you were already half way through your meal. As he sat down to begin his meal. You were full and much more happy, you still couldn’t escape what you could only assume to be a stabbing taking place in your stomach but this is as happy as you were gonna get. You were content. Watching Oscar eat you eyes drifted to the santos tattoo on is neck and dirty thoughts began popping into your head. Just filthy thoughts, scooting a little closer to your man you kissed it midway him bringing some eggs to his mouth. He paused looking at you from the side through those long eyelashes with a lifted eyebrow.

That put your hormones in overdrive, you wanted him now! ‘ I liked the breakfast’ was all you could manage. Shaking his head he returned to his meal. You kissed his tattoo again, then licked it and then began sucking it. You hadn’t realized Oscar had put his dish down when he lifted you onto his lap. You were face to face, sitting on his lap you noticed he was a little hard. Biting your lip and now staring at his lips thinking of all the possibilities you could do with his mouth he smiled. Damnit the dimples. At this point you couldn’t blame the full wetness on the blood. Ugh, why did you have to have a period. ‘Hi’ he said still smiling. “Hi” you smiled back, clearing your throat “ummm... I really, really liked the breakfast” you continued. “I appreciate the gratitude and the delivery of it but, I don’t think you should start something you cant finish right now in your current state” he replied. ‘Oh’ you answered climbing off of him bringing you knees to your chest. You know his rejection was well placed and he was right but with your hormones all over the place it hit you harder than you expected. ‘Hey, hey he said moving it closer to you. You know I would do absolutely terrible things to you Mi amor, but your not at 100 right now and I don’t want you feel like you have to have sex for me to stay. Okay? He asked. ‘Yeah, umm.. that wasn’t for you but, Okay.’ nodding you moved over to curl up next to him as he finished his meal. Peaking up at him every now ad then you started thinking about how you both had changed.

You knew Oscar essentially Your entire life. Your dad’s were cool and so Oscar spent a lot of time in your fathers auto shop learning, since your dad never had a son he welcomed the apprenticeship. You were no tomboy and completely against anything other than reading. It wasn’t that far fetched you and Oscar began dating in high school. You remembered the first time getting your period and trying to explain what was happening to him; you not even knowing yourself. ‘So your bleeding’ twelve year old Oscar asked. ‘Yes’ you replied. ‘From your Vagina’ he whispered. ‘ yes’ you whispered back. “So... why does this happen?’ He asked. ‘Well my mom said when you are growing up it happens when you don’t have a baby. I think’ you replied. ‘So, your body is hurting you because you don’t have a baby?’he asked. ‘Ummm... yeah, I guess’ you answered. ‘So why not just have a baby? Said Oscar ‘ I asked that too, my dad said because he’ll kill me. So I guess I’m suppose to just suffer in silence’ you answered.

The memory bought a smile to your face and a small giggle escaped your lips causing Oscar to glance down quizzically at you now cuddled up next to him with your head on his shoulders. “ I was just remembering the first time I got my period and you thought having a baby would be the answer to all my menses related problems” you answered his unspoken question. ‘It still could be’ was all he replied shaking his head’ Smiling, most likely remembering the memory too. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier’ he continued. ‘It’s just being me...well people... its hard...-I know’ you cut him of. ‘Being you is hard and you not only have to think about you but the gang as well , Cesar....Me. I know you, your head goes to the worst possible scenario automatically. I know how worried you get. I should have checked my phone. I’m sorry too” you said pecking him on the cheek. With a quick nod of the head he returned his attention back to the screen. He wasn’t a man of many words. You two watched movies for the rest of the night. There were far and few instances when you had Oscar to yourself. When he was Oscar and not spooky. You relished these moments, these feelings and saved them for times when being is girlfriend seems less than ideal. For tonight, it’s enough to just cuddle up with your man and watch a movie.

[yoonjinkooked]

CHEMISTRY | Closer

PART 1 - CLOSER 

DRABBLE SERIES, TONS OF SHORT LITTLE CHAPTERS. WILL BE UPDATED OFTEN CAUSE HOSEOK IS THE #1 SOURCE OF MY PAIN

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: FWB, university AU

Warnings: cursing, lots of alcohol and some weed, future smut, incredibly hot Hoseok

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: After a few years of being immune to Jung Hoseok’s charms, you suddenly fall into them, head first. All it takes is one night, too much alcohol and a lot of balls.

The one, and arguably only, downside of having Kim Seokjin as a best friend is the fact that at certain times, he is most definitely a horrible influence. Tonight serves as a perfect example. Fresh off a breakup with a dick of an ex, you were more than ready for your first night out after a week of stuffing your face with ice-cream and crying to shitty romantic movies. You dress was short, you were feeling elated and free and Kim Seokjin made sure that your cup was never empty.

Not once did you actually manage to finish a drink before he would be filling your cup again. You didn’t complain, simply because you know your limits well and you were at least two cups away from being completely wasted. Right now, you are just… a little bit too giggly, too clingy and too loud.

“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate our friendship?” your words are yelled in Jin’s ear and despite being fairly drunk, you’re sober enough to recognize that he’s not as half as drunk as you are.

“You are completely out of it, aren’t you?” he laughs in your ear, making you flinch.

“I’m not, you meanie!” you yell, not completely sure why. Jin’s words made you sulk and the look on your face made him laugh. It’s just the way things have always been with you – an endless cycle of mocking one another lovingly. You may hate him half the time, but you wouldn’t hesitate to kick someone’s ass if they dare to hurt him.

“Okay, you need water,” he laughs in your face, completely ignoring the fact that he is one of the main factors why you’re as drunk as you are. “Don’t move. Do you hear me?” he asks and after blinking rather violently a couple of times, you notice his serious expression. Simply nodding, you sink further down the couch, watching him as he walks towards the kitchen, before looking around to take in your surroundings. As much as you can, given the fact that the room is spinning, if only just a little.

The house you’re currently in is a proper example of how cool it can be to have rich friends. Seokjin’s parents didn’t think twice before renting it and even though at the start he was living here alone, it seemed as if each semester a new friend was upgraded to roommate status. The last time you’ve checked, Jungkook, Namjoon and Taehyung lived here along with your bestie, while he uses their rent money to provide booze for nights like these – a nights that happen for no particular reason, other than ‘he wants to party’.

Some faces you recognize, some you don’t, some you can’t even see well, no matter how hard you blink. You do, however, hear a collective groan and an overly defensive Jungkook. And as wasted as you are, you know the exact reason – as soon as “Closer” started playing, thanks to DJ JK, everyone in the room, drunk or not, voiced their disdain – it sounded as if everyone’s gag reflex was activated.

“IT’S A GOOD SONG!” you hear your friend yell in his defense, smiling at the whole ordeal. Eh, it’s decent, but it’s absolutely overplayed. Not that it mattered – the people who were dancing before were dancing still, those who were busy making out with someone went back to their PDA and those, who like you, were laying down and contemplating the meaning of life, simply stayed motionless.

You smile at the sight of Jimin dancing overly seductively with a freshman who looks like she’s about to explode – she is red in the face and is desperately trying to keep up with the biggest slut with the kindest heart of your friend group. Ah, Park Jimin… he could make a lamppost horny.

Not too far from him, Hoseok is dancing and for the first time since you’ve met the guy, you do a double take at the sight of him.

He’s stoned, you know that much – he offered you some a couple of minutes ago. Or was it hours? You’re no longer sure, but you do remember him and the bright smile on his face when he invited you to join him and Yoongi in the backyard. You declined, of course. As much as you are willing to fall under Seokjin’s bad influence and drink yourself to an early grave, you know better than to mix weed and alcohol.

Hoseok is still smiling brightly, to no one in particular, as he spins around on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the room, showing the skills he’s gained in all those years of having dancing as a hobby. He’s completely unaware of the rest of the world, and that includes you and your open mouth.

Because holy fuck, he’s hot. You’re not blind, you knew it before – for some reason unknown to human kind, every single individual in your friend group is ridiculously attractive. And on most days, that made you feel like an ignorable piece of furniture, right now it’s making you drool.

Ridiculously colored sneakers, ripped jeans, white shirt and a light green and white flannel shirt – paired with that ridiculous smile of his and the newly dyed, lighter hair… Yeah, Jung Hoseok is looking like an absolute snack and you’re not sure what to do with that information.

Too drunk to know better, too drunk to even think of the possible consequences of your actions, but sober enough to know damn well what you’re doing, you get up, holding onto the edge of the couch to stop the room from spinning.

Narrowly avoiding Jimin and his prey for the night, you walk directly to Hoseok, who is still dancing in his own little world. It takes him a few seconds to notice you just standing there, staring at him, but when he does, his smile becomes even wider, if that is even humanly possible.

“Y/N!” he laughs, beaming at you. “Do you wanna dance?”

“Um… I actually… I think I want to kiss you.”

You have no idea if this is a spur of the moment or a sudden realization – while you’re sober enough to know WHAT you’re doing, you’re way too drunk to know WHY you’re doing it. And apparently, neither is Hoseok, because he’s looking at you wide-eyed, too surprise to remember to shine his signature smile.

“Eh?” he asks, blinking rapidly – so quickly, you blink too.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, not waiting for an answer before you grab a hold of that white shirt of his and push him closer to you. You do not kiss him – consent is key. As much as you want to, you will not kiss him until he gives you explicit permission, simply because you’d expect the same from him. However, with him just an inch or two away from you, you have a perfect view of his face and you can only wonder if he was always this beautiful or if you were too blind to notice.

“You have a beautiful nose,” you mumble, amazed at how straight his nose actually is.

“Y/N,” he chuckles out your name, pausing to lick his lips. “I would… honestly, I’d be happy to kiss you, but you’re drunk and I don’t know if you’d want to do this if you were sober.”

“Not drunk enough to not know what I want,” you shrug. “If it makes you feel any better, we don’t have to fuck. Just… a decent make out.”

“Jesus Christ,” he laughs, looking down nervously. He is biting his lip and if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’s teasing you. He’s not though, not really – he’s wondering if kissing you is the smart thing to do, given that you are… well, drunk. Sure, maybe not blackout drunk to the point of not remembering a single thing, but definitely drunk enough for him to know that it’s a risk. “Y/N…”

“Hoseok, we’ve been friends for almost three years,” you roll your eyes. “You know me, you know what I’m like when I’m drunk. I know what I’m doing. I know what I want to do and right now, if I’m being honest, I really want to kiss you and maybe sit on your dick, if you let me. So just… if you wanna kiss, let’s kiss. Or let me run away and hide from you for the next three weeks. And for your information, kissing you and sitting on your dick would sound inviting even if I didn’t have alcohol in my system.”

Despite your little monologue, you were pretty sure that he was going to turn down your offer. He stays silent for one second too long and you take it as a sign to leave. You barely have a chance to sigh before he grabs you by the hips and brings you closer to him – body to body, no space left behind.

You barely have a chance to realize what’s happening before he’s kissing you.

And that is how you and Jung Hoseok hooked up for the first time, in the middle of a crowded house party, to the sound of that god-awful Chainsmoker’s song.

[wheresmynaya]

Cupcake Battles Ch. 1 | Brittana

I was inspired by the Brittana fanart circulating based on the Baking AU and as per usual the Discord had me out here binging Cupcake Wars until this happened! Hope this gives you a little smile. 

Also available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & below the cut!

The doors of the commercial kitchen are thrown open as the most dramatic action music the Foodies Network Channel has to offer begins to play. A well-dressed, guppy-lipped blonde enters the room in slow motion and gives the camera a confident pose before he’s taking off his sunglasses and tossing them off screen.

“What’s up, America!” The man greets excitedly with a point to the camera. “I’m your host Sam Evans and tonight we’re gearing up for an intense cupcake clash. Overseeing this battle are our esteemed judges: Kurt Hummel, owner of the first ever fashion design-inspired patisserie The House of Hummel.”

As the camera pans to Kurt Hummel, he adjusts the gaudy – and most likely stupidly expensive – hippopotamus brooch pinned to the lapel of his Marc Jacobs blazer and gives the camera a prudish smile.

“Hold up,” The beautiful brunette beside him nudges to ask, “Is that a woman’s blazer?”

Kurt lifts his shoulder in disregard, “Fashion has no gender, Santana.”

“Huh,” Santana looks impressed and points back, “I needz me one of those.”

“I know a guy,” Kurt stage whispers before Sam’s voice fills the kitchen again.

“And he is joined by the ever-witty, ever-beautiful-“

“Why didn’t I get those kind of adjectives for my introduction?” Kurt grumbles.

Santana only smiles proudly without breaking eye contact with the camera, “Get like me, Hummel.”

If he were wearing any – which surprisingly he isn’t – Kurt would’ve clutched his pearls at the statement.

“Santana Lopez, owner and founder of the world-renowned bakery Sweets by Snixxx,” Sam says and the camera soon pans back to the judges’ panel where Santana Lopez gives the viewers her signature smirk accompanied by a sexy wink.

“In just a moment,” Sam continues with the camera back on him as he walks down the aisle which separates the four kitchen stations, “Four bakers will compete in the ultimate show down to see who comes out on top so,” He pauses dramatically as the camera whirls around him then zooms straight in for a close. In typical Sam-fashion, he sings the rest of his line to a familiar rhythm all while he karate chops at the air, “Let’s get down to business and meet the teams!”

\\

The screen soon fills with two bright-eyed, young women sitting in front of a pastel pink backdrop. They’re dressed in electric blue baseball tees with their logo Batter Up Cupcakes scrawled across their chests. Their baseball caps are turned backwards and their hair is braided into pigtails and drape down over their shoulders.

They both wave excitedly at the camera before the shorter of the two blows the audience a two-handed kiss while the blonde pumps her fist in the air before it cuts to their introductions.

“I’m Brittany S. Pierce,” Says the tall blonde before she gestures to her side, “And this is my bestie Sugar Motta and we’re the owners of Batter Up Cupcakes in Lima, Ohio which is one of the only unicorn-friendly bakeries in Lima.”

The camera cuts to a cute montage of the two standing outside of their storefront while they alternate doing different poses that showcase their carefree attitude. Brittany can be heard doing a voiceover as the montage continues, “Sugar and I met when I first transferred to the Culinary Institute of America in New York and we’ve pretty much been inseparable ever since.”

We’re back in the studio with Brittany and Sugar sitting in front of the pastel pink backdrop as Sugar adds, “We just work super well together. We have a similar way of looking at things that is really unique but…there are some people out there that don’t get it.” Sugar then lowers her voice to a whisper and says, “Blaine and Tina.”

Brittany nods, “I think they’re jealous.”

“Because they’re lame?” Sugar asks behind a eye roll.

Brittany points to her friend and gives a single nod, “Yeah, that too.”

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The screen then fills with another team sitting in front of the pastel pink backdrop. A man with way too much hair product smiles proudly at the camera while the woman next to him gives a wave. They both wear button-up dress shirts and little bowties with cupcakes on them as they go to introduce themselves.

“Hi, I’m Blaine Anderson,” The gel man says politely before wrapping his arm around the woman next to him. She melts into his side as he says, “And this is my lovely partner Tina Cohen-Chang.”

“Business partner…,” Tina corrects before her voice lowers slightly as she looks disappointedly to the side, “Not like a life partner, I’ve tried.”

“Yes, yes you have,” Blaine continues on before it gets any more awkward, “So together we own Baking Dreams Come True in Lima, Ohio.”

Off-screen a voice asks, “Oh, same as our other competitors: Brittany and Sugar of Batter Up Cupcakes?”

Blaine and Tina visibly grit their teeth before Blaine sucks in a deep breath and plasters on a smile, “Yes, one in the same. It’s such a small world, we actually attended the same culinary school too. They were…quite the eccentric pair.”

“It’s true,” Tina adds, “They’re known for coming up with some pretty quirky combinations. We however take a more traditional approach to things, really focus on technique rather than flare.”

Blaine bobbles along to everything Tina says, “That’s correct. They like to claim that they’re the first LGBTQ-friendly bakery in Lima but I’m pretty sure we filed our paperwork before them.”

“They say they’re unicorn-friendly, which doesn’t make any sense. Unicorns aren’t even real. It gives a mixed message,” Tina explains with an air of annoyance.

“It does, but people go there anyway,” Blaine replies with a shrug and his proud smile falters as he adds, “We’ve kind of been rivals for years now. Always trying to one up the other, it’s…awesome.”

\\

Suddenly we’re back on Team Batter Up Cupcakes where Brittany gives a bored look to the camera and says plainly, “Honestly, with a name like that they’re not a threat to us.”

“Baking dreams come true?” Sugar chuckles, “Not today.”

Brittany giggles along with her and they both high five.

\\

The camera is back on Team Baking Dreams Come True and Blaine’s looking like a puppy ready to wet himself with excitement, “We’re just here for fun.”

“It’s that attitude right there, Blaine,” Tina says tiredly before narrowing her eyes at the camera, “We’re here to settle the score once and for all.”

Blaine smiles hesitantly, “We love a little friendly competition.”

\\

Back to Team Batter Up Cupcakes and Sugar is looking directly at the camera with this determined stare as she punches her small fist into her palm, “We’re going to crush them.”

Brittany nods proudly, “Totally.”

\\

“So here’s how the competition’s going to go down,” Sam announces as he walks back to stand in front of the judges panel, “One by one, teams will be eliminated as they are judged by taste, presentation, and in the final round the last two bakers standing will have to bring it all together into one cheer-worthy cupcake display. The winner gets to have their creation as the centerpiece of the Annual Cheerios Breakfast Benefit and walks away with $10,000.”

The camera pans to Team Batter Up Cupcakes and Team Baking Dreams Come True to catch their reactions before panning to the two remaining teams to be announced.

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The camera cuts to the third team that will be competing. Another couple dressed in matching flannel shirts is seated in front of the signature pastel pink wall but the camera dramatically adjusts to fit the insane height difference of the couple before anyone starts speaking. A chipper brunette smiles and waves while her dopey counterpart slowly does the same.

“Hi, I’m Rachel Barbara Berry,” The shorter one says with perfect enunciation before resting her hand on the forearm of the man next to her. She cranes her head back to stare up lovingly, “And this is my husband Finn Hudson. You might be wondering why I’ve kept my last name, well-“

Suddenly someone off-screen cuts her off, “No, no one was wondering. Just continue with your backstory, your baking-related backstory.”

Rachel looks a little peeved but waves it off, “Right. Well, I’ve always loved baking and my husband here loves to eat. Before my Broadway dreams were unfortunately-“

“Rachel, please stay on topic.” The voice says again which makes Rachel grumble.

“Fine! Finn and I started a home business called Gold Star Bakery. It’s taking a little while to get off the ground purely because someone keeps eating our clients’ orders-”

“Babe, you have to label it or else I’m just going to think it’s up for grabs.” Finn responds with a frown then looks back to the camera, “She’s a great baker and we’re just looking for our big break. This money will really help out a lot, maybe we can open our own place?”

“You mean that?” Rachel’s suddenly so overcome with emotion that a tear trickles down her face. Suddenly she’s breaking character and looks to someone off screen, “Did you get that? I can cry on command.”

Finn smiles proudly, “She’s great isn’t she?”

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The camera cuts to the last team that will be competing and the man and woman smile brightly for the camera. They’re wearing matching purple t-shirts with their logo across the left pocket in blocky letters before they cut to a montage of the team showing off in their area.

“I’m Mercedes Jones,” The woman says and tilts her head to the man next to her, “And this is Artie Abrams and together we run AJs Bake Shop. We have worked together for years at various restaurants before we decided to team up and do our own thing. We’ve been killin’ it in L.A. ever since. ”

“Mhm, that’s right!” Artie nods with a sense of pride, “We’re top dogs where we come from so we thought we might test our skills and see what we can really do.”

“We’re here to win,” Mercedes says as she gives the camera an intimidating stare, “We’re not leaving without that trophy.”

“Wait, I thought it was money?” Artie asks with his brows furrowed.

Mercedes just shrugs, “We’ll take that too.”

\\

Back in the kitchen, Sam stands by the judge’s panel to reveal another judge sitting with Kurt and Santana. A fierce older woman sits among them, dressed in a red and white track suit, and gives the audience a steely gaze.

“Tonight’s special guest judge is Coach Sue Sylvester,” Sam announces grandly, “She is the founder of the Olympic-winning cheerleading team: the Cheerios! Welcome to the battle zone, Coach!”

“Glad to be here,” Sue says slowly without any emotion whatsoever and continues to stare down the competitors, “I can’t wait to see everyone rip each other to shreds.”

Kurt and Santana exchange looks of confusion while Sam tries to reel in his worry and get back to his hosting duties, “So anyway, for tonight’s theme we’re thinking breakfast. For Round One, we would like to see our teams whip up something that encompasses the Sweet and Savory side of a classic American breakfast. Remember bakers, this is a timed challenge.”

The camera pans to the teams’ reactions and everyone looks a mix of surprise and anxious. Everyone, expect for Team Batter Up Cupcakes where we find Brittany looking in deep thought with her finger tapping at her chin while Sugar narrows her eyes and purses her lips, almost angrily.

“Looks like Brittany and Sugar weren’t expecting this one,” Kurt comments lowly to Santana and the two look in their direction as the team continues to stare off.

Santana’s eyes settle on the blonde and for a moment, she forgets she’s on camera as they start to roam. Santana has met many contestants during her time on the show, but none have been as attractive as the blonde baker before her. She’s not sure what it is about the woman, maybe it’s the backwards baseball cap that is alerting her inner lesbian or maybe it’s the baseball tee that’s doing it, but Santana really can’t stop staring.

Brittany is stunning, she thinks, and she begins to tune out the sound of Sam’s horrible impressions as she watches.

“Santana,” Kurt snaps and nudges Santana out of her daydreaming in time to hear Sam announce the start of the first challenge.

“Man your stations, bakers, and let the battle begin!” He says with the wave of his hands as if he were one of those flag girls at race.

Santana rolls her eyes at his antics and looks back to find Kurt staring at her. She scrunches her nose, “What are you looking at?”

“You know,” Kurt says with an all-knowing look and begins to smirk, “I saw you.”

“Please. You saw nothing,” Santana brushes off and tries to keep her eyes roaming the room to watch as the bakers – all the bakers – set off. She tries her hardest to give everyone equal attention, but she can’t help the pull that has her glancing over to Team Batter Up Cupcakes more so than any other team.

\\

“You look nervous,” Sugar notices just after Sam had announced the start of the challenge, “Why do you look nervous? We don’t do nervous.”

“I’m not nervous!” Brittany says defensively before relenting with a sigh, “You know how I feel about breakfast, Sug. It’s impossible to understand.”

“I know, remember that one time you got into that argument with the waiter about eggs benedict?” Sugar frowns and Brittany lets out another defeated sigh.

“He was wrong then and he’s still wrong now,” Brittany huffs.

“Obviously,” Sugar agrees then perks up, “But the challenge is sweet and savory so there’s no way we can mix this up again. We can do this.”

Brittany’s worry is replaced with a determined smile, “You’re right and I think I’ve got the perfect mashup idea.”

Sugar claps her hands excitedly as they began to brainstorm.

\\

Unbeknownst to Team Batter Up Cupcakes, every other team has decided to make two different cupcakes which will showcase a sweet and savory aspect individually.

The judges have taken notice of that which makes it even harder for Santana to keep her eyes off of Team Batter Up Cupcakes. They speak amongst themselves about the team’s decision and wonder if they just haven’t started on a second cupcake yet or if they’re really going with just one offering.

“Dear God, what is going on at Team Gold Star Bakery’s station?” Sue frowns when a bellow of black smoke emits from the oven.

Kurt looks in horror as Finn pulls out the crisp cupcakes.

Santana smirks at the sight, “Yeah, those are gonna be dry as hell.”

\\

“Why is the oven set to 500 degrees?” Rachel practically yells while Finn throws away the ruined cupcakes.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t even know oven temperatures when up that high!” Finn argues but Rachel just shakes her head.

“Trouble in paradise?” Mercedes calls over with a chuckle. She and Artie are quietly working away in their own station but tune into the sound of some juicy gossip.

“No!” Rachel frowns at her and looks to Finn, “We need to start over or else we’re not going to have anything for the judges. Time is running out!”

“Okay okay, we’re fine. We just need to get our heads in the game!” Finn looks more determined than ever but then his face falls when he sees the judges stand. He spins around so fast that he nearly knocks Rachel over, “Crap, they’re getting up to make their rounds.”

“Already?! They’re going to think we aren’t prepared!”

“Well…I mean we aren’t,” Finn says plainly.

“Finn!” Rachel chastises and begins rushing through another batter.

\\

“Alright judges, here’s our first team: Blaine and Tina of Baking Dreams Come True!” Sam introduces as the three judges approach their station. Blaine and Tina smile politely and greet them all as they continue to move around each other.

“Wow, what an…interesting name,” Santana comments, losing the battle of hiding her judgement. Not that she ever actually tries to, that’s kind of what makes her a fan favorite.

“So take us through what you are working on,” Kurt says after shooting Santana a glare.

Blaine goes on to explain the complex flavor pairings they will be using which Santana points out isn’t actually all that complex. Tina’s working on some intricate detailing while Blaine pipes frosting, but they both stop to stare at each other with dropped jaws.

“I’m just not seeing any wow factor,” Santana shrugs.

“Well, don’t count us out just yet,” Blaine counters which causes Santana to raise a brow. It’s rare that any contestant ever talks back to her. “Tina’s fondant work is really out of this world.”

“Sugar’s better!” Brittany calls out from across the aisle where she’s busy hand-whipping something. She sends a smirk their way – which of course Santana doesn’t miss – and adds, “She has beaten you in every competition ever.”

“You suck so much, Tina!” Sugar chimes in as well from behind Brittany.

Sue cracks a hint of a devilish smile, “Love a bit of trash talk.”

Santana would have to agree, “It’s something we don’t see here too often. I think we’re in for an interesting battle.” Then she looks to the team again, “Good luck.”  

Blaine and Tina just stew in their annoyance as the rest of the judges bid them good luck and travel across the way to Team Batter Up Cupcakes.

\\

“The second team competing today is Brittany and Sugar of Batter Up Cupcakes,” Sam announces for the judges. Sugar gives a wave of her fingers and flashes a bright smile, while Brittany literally does a double-take when she finds Santana smiling at her.

She has seen the show on tv before and she of course is aware of Santana’s prestigious backstory – and sure she might have a tiny crush on the star too – but she wasn’t quite prepared for the unabashed beauty she was going to be smacked with upon seeing Santana in person.

Miraculously, Brittany manages to give her a confident smile despite the flips happening in her belly. She says without a trace of nervousness, “Hey, I’m Brittany. That’s Sugar.”

“So I’ve heard,” Santana replies coolly through a smirk with her deep brown eyes twinkling.

“What’s the tea between you and the other team?” Kurt asks, giving Santana a slight nudge back into professionalism.

“We’ve always been rivals; grew up in the same small town, attended the same culinary school, even started bakeries in our local area. We’re just better than them and they can’t come to admit that yet,” Brittany says it like it is, “Hopefully they’ll finally take the hint when we win.”

Santana laughs at that, “I like your confidence, Brittany.”

“Of course you do,” Brittany says without thinking and it surprises both Kurt and Santana but she rolls with it anyway, “Going back to Bland and Tacky over there, isn’t their lame bakery name a mouthful?”

“Wanky,” Santana smirks and Kurt swats at her arm. If he had a spray bottle on him, that comment would’ve earned her a spritz.

Brittany – on the other hand – just smiled back before continuing with her work, her tone arms flexing as she whisked vigorously.

Santana licks her lips at the sight, her eyes dipping down to the bowl in Brittany’s hands then back up, “Tell us what you’re working on.”

Brittany wonders if she’s imagining things or if she really just saw Santana Lopez eye her up and down like she was a fresh glazed donut hot out off the belt. No matter, she takes a breath and goes to explain, “So we’re doing something with maple bacon for that sweet and salty factor and it’ll add a little crunch. Sugar’s working on a white truffle frosting and this is the start of a jalapeno-infused pancake cupcake for a bit of spice.”

“You’re putting all of that in one cupcake?” Kurt asks, wide-eyed. He looks a little nervous and it makes Santana snort while Sue is equally intrigued.

Brittany and Sugar shrug nonchalantly, “Totally.”

Kurt looks to Santana somewhat worried but Santana’s looking at the team with interest. It’s an odd combination, but she can see what they’re aiming for and it’s pretty out of the box. With competitions like this, contestants usually stick to the basics so she has a little soft spot for those who like to take risks.

She also has a soft spot for smokin’ hot blondes.

“I think it sounds interesting,” Santana says with a smile, “I can’t wait to taste.”

Blue eyes darken with the way the last word rolls off of Santana’s tongue. It gives Brittany this boost of confidence because Santana is known for being a pretty hard judge to please yet here she is handing out compliments.

“You won’t be disappointed,” Brittany tells her earnestly.

Santana chuckles and it comes off as the best combination of sexy and cute, “We’ll see. Good luck.”

\\

As the judges move on to the next station, Brittany’s eyes linger on the sway of Santana’s hips as she goes. That dress she’s in does amazing things for the woman’s slim figure. It’s hypnotic and she probably would’ve overwhipped if Sugar didn’t break the staring contest she had going on.

“Britt!” Sugar gasps and swats at Brittany’s arm, “She was so flirting with you. Santana Lopez, flirting with you!”

“Why did you say it like that? Like you couldn’t believe it?” Brittany pouts playfully then laughs Sugar off, “She wasn’t flirting with me. It’s just her character, it’s all for show. I’m sure she’s like that with everyone.”

“Yeah bullshit,” Sugar scoffs and goes back to frosting, “She didn’t even acknowledge me and I was standing right next to you!”

“Well maybe you should step your game up then,” Brittany quips as she knocks her shoulder teasingly into Sugar’s before she heads over to pull out the cupcakes to cool.

“I don’t think it’s my game she’s interested in,” Sugar counters.

\\

“Alright bakers-“ Suddenly Sam is slipping on his shades again and doing a terrible Justin Timberlake impression, “You’ve only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes!”

“He should be fired,” Santana scrunches her nose.

Kurt shrugs, “The viewers like him.”

“Shh, Madonna is iconic,” Sue hushes them both as she watches Sam continue to sing and dance.

\\

Brittany’s somewhat nervous as she and Sugar approach the panel with their finished cupcake.

They’ve been watching the two other teams before them – Team Baking Dreams Come True and Team AJs Bakeshop – get judged when they realized they might have a bit of competition here. As per usual, Santana has found flaws in each other their cupcakes though and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s pleased her yet but Brittany has faith that she might be able to change that.

In more ways than one as Sugar not so discreetly put it.

“Did you forget one?” Sue asks as a single cupcake is presented.

“No. We decided to do something a little different, it’s something we’re kind of known for,” Brittany explains as the final plate is given to Santana who sits the furthest away from her. “Instead of creating two separate cupcakes, we thought we could combine those flavors into the ultimate sweet and savory breakfast-inspired mashup. This is our take on a classic – although, I’m not exactly sure what counts as a classic since America is a melting pot of cultures and breakfast looks different for everyone – “ Brittany pauses to wonder while Kurt and Sue stare back in confusion.

Santana is the only one that seems to understand her point of view.

Sugar interrupts Brittany’s wondering to and finishes her previous train of thought, “We hope you enjoy!”

Then Sugar goes to explain their thought process and the flavors used while the judges dig in.

Brittany has shifted to being too preoccupied with the way Santana licks frosting off of her fork to offer Sugar any assistance. It’s quiet and they wait anxiously for someone to speak. They took a huge risk by only presenting one cupcake, but their flavors are there and they’re really the only ones that tried something different so that should count for something.

“I’m actually really enjoying this,” Kurt says, “I had my doubts, but you’ve perfected the balance between sweet and savory. My only complaint is the cake itself might’ve been a little too spicy for me.”

“Really?” Santana looks surprised, borderline offended.

“What? I’m not use to having jalapenos for breakfast, Santana.”

“Yeah and it shows,” Santana says with a roll of her eyes before looking directly at Brittany. Her annoyance is suddenly replaced with delight, “Color me, impressed. Aside from Kurt’s ridiculous compliant about spice, I agree with everything he said. You’ve knocked the ball out of the park for me. I really admire the risk you took by focusing on combining the sweet and savory aspect into one cupcake instead of keeping them separate. Sheer genius.”

“Wow,” Sam says and suddenly the camera is on him again, “Such high praise on the first round, the other teams need to watch out for Team Batter Up Cupcakes.”

Sue goes on to say her comments too, but Brittany doesn’t hear them. She’s too captivated by the fact that she was able to impress the Santana Lopez, the Queen of High Expectations. She feels really, really good now.

“Thank you ladies,” Sam then waves his hand to their station, “Please return to your station. Team Gold Star Bakery, you’re up!”

\\

While the last team goes up for judgement, Sugar and Brittany try to contain their excitement after getting such great feedback on their cupcake.

“We rocked it, Britt!” Sugar cheeses then waggles her brows, “And did you see how Santana was eyeing you up there? She was practically undressing you with her eyes.”

“She was not,” Brittany laugh dismissively.

“She totally was, I’m telling you! She’s into you,” Sugar assures her, “Look, she’s staring at you right now!”

Brittany spins to look and sure enough she finds Santana smiling at her with that same cocky grin from before.

Brittany rolls with it and gives Santana a wink before turning to Sugar, “That’s nothing. She’s just being nice.”

“If being nice means she wants a piece of you then, yeah! She’s being really nice.”

Brittany can only laugh at her friend’s comments, she’s been known to try and set her up with randoms. She wouldn’t actually be too upset though if Sugar ended up being right about Santana though, but she’s not giving into that just yet. Once Sugar is on a roll, she’s a little hard to reel back in.

“She’s super hot and successful which is the perfect combination for my dream girl,” Brittany starts, “But I don’t think anything will happen. We’re too different.”

“Seriously? You guys would be the perfect mashup!” Sugar lets out a heavy sigh but decides to drop it for now and focuses back on the excellent praise they received. “Knocked the ball out of the park,” Sugar mimics Santana’s earlier words, “That’s amazing.”

Brittany’s back to smiling proudly, “We didn’t even have to get to any of the bases first,” Then she starts to pout, “I was kind of looking forward to that..”

“Okay, you can’t get on me for thinking that you guys would be cute together then say something like that,” Sugar groans, “Let me be your wing-woman!”

Brittany shakes her head and smirks, “We crushed the first round, huh?”

“Yeah, we did!” Sugar beams and while the cameras were busy on the judges’ panel, she sticks up her middle fingers and flips off Blaine and Tina, “Suck it, losers!”

“Oh my God,” Tina frowns as Brittany joined in on it too. She’s looking completely offended as  she pulls Blaine from watching Finn and Rachel. He’s confused but looks to wherever she is pointing.

“Awh, come on guys!” Blaine sighs upon seeing them, “Don’t be like that. We’re just here to have fun.”

“Spoken like a true loser,” Brittany calls over and sticks her tongue out at them while Sugar forms an L with her fingers and lifts it to her forehead.

Blaine just shakes his head at them and forces Tina to look elsewhere, “Don’t mind them, T. They’re just trying to get into our heads like always. We’ll get them in Round 2.”

\\

“Okay. So after some deliberation the judges have come to a decision,” Sam starts and the music suddenly turns ominous as he deeps his voice, “The winner…of Round 1…goes to…”

Brittany and Sugar are hanging on to each other’s hands, their knuckles going white with how tightly they’re holding on. Brittany’s stomach is full of cartwheels and fluttery butterflies as Sam takes an excessive amount of dramatic pauses.

“Brittany and Sugar of Team Batter Up Cupcakes!”

Brittany’s jaw drops at the sound of their names being called before they’re bouncing up and down excitedly in each other’s arms while Sam continues to speak.

“Although you are the only team who presented a single cupcake for this challenge, you were able to balance the flavors of sweet and savory so well that the decision was unanimous.”

Santana watches on with a proud smile as she and the rest of the judges clap for them.

“Congratulations ladies,” Sam says then the ominous music is back, “There is one team that won’t be so lucky and that team…will be…Rachel and Finn of Team Gold Star Bakery. Your fight is over at Cupcake Battles.”

“No!” Rachel cries out dramatically and falls to her knees like she’s been shot.

Unfortunately that means she’s out of the camera’s view, but she must realize that as she squirms out from behind the station, sliding along the floor like a worm until she’s back in view and continues to cry out right on the floor.

Finn looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself but he gives the camera this gassy-baby impression before he’s trying to pick Rachel up off the floor, “Come on Rach, we’re better than this.”

“I can’t go on! The failure is too great,” Rachel says dramatically, “Just leave me here…”

Santana watches the scene with her jaw dropped slightly. Never in the history of the show has anyone reacted like that after being kicked off.

“I-I just want to know why…” Rachel asks through her tears as Finn finally brings her to her feet.

“Yeah, we were trying to get to that before the – uh – theatrics started,” Santana quips.

Santana’s words spur another outburst of cries from Rachel.

Kurt tries a more sensitive approach and looks to Rachel and Finn apologetically, “You both are so passionate and we…really appreciate that but execution is really important when you’re up against such talented bakers and you…just fell short.”

“That’s short person discrimination!” Rachel says suddenly and this time Santana can’t help but laugh out.

“What in the hell?” Santana whispers to Kurt, “Where did they find her?”

Kurt just shrugs as Rachel continues to rant. Santana’s had enough though and swiftly cuts them off.

“Alright, listen…Rachel, Finn, your cupcakes sucked,” Santana now had her infamous glare zoned in on them as she spoke, “They were overcooked, the frosting was way too sweet, the cake itself lacked depth, not to mention the fact that they didn’t rise at all yet you still put it on the plate and tried to pass it off as pancakes like we wouldn’t notice…would you like me to continue?”

Rachel stammered while Finn just looked down in embarrassment.

“Ah-ah, that was a rhetorical question. I don’t actually want to hear anything else you have to say, you’ve wasted enough time as it is,” Santana says and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Now get the hell out of my kitchen!” Sue chimes in.

Kurt and Santana exchange a look before Santana is speaking up again.

“Uhh, your kitchen?” Santana challenges. Thankfully, Kurt is sitting between them and is already trying to get her to sit back in her seat. “You’re here for like what? Five seconds? And you think this is your kitchen? Please, you’re just a guest here. This is our house, we invited you.”

“Okay!” Kurt claps overly-excitedly, trying to break the tension, “Sam? Back to you.”

Sue just rolls her eyes as Sam dismisses the Rachel and Finn.

Brittany was oddly turned on as she watched that whole thing unfold. Seeing Santana give it to someone straight like that was glorious in person and she looked so hot doing it, but it also assured her that she never wanted Santana to have that kind of reaction to anything they put up.

Now, that would be a disaster. But they were off to a good start and the just needed to keep that momentum going for the next round.

“With our first challenge done and dusted and our first round of winners and eliminations out of the way, we’re on to the next challenge!” Sam announces he looks to each team and asks, “You ready, bakers?”

Everyone yells out an enthusiastic yes!

“Awesome!” Sam cheers then turns back to the camera, “Stay tuned for more Cupcake Battles, Round 2 is sure to leave you in high spirits.”

[jjbaebank]

ahh my first request! (❤️ ur writing btw) anyways, how about one where the gang is having a boneyard party and y/n and jj’s song comes on and he and the gang hype her and kie up while they twerk or whatever IDK IF THIS IS WEIRD BUT IT WOULD BE MAD FUNNY

A/N: I’m sorry if you were looking for a more provocative song choice but you said “funny” so I couldn’t help but choose this song XD, I hope you like it! Also THANK YOU :) and I’m very honored that I am your first request <3 

“John B, can you turn the music up?” JJ yelled to John B, who was manning both the keg and the speaker and music.

You were sitting on JJ’s lap on a log in the middle of the Boneyard, surrounded by your friends who were mingling with other pogues, tourons, kooks, the works. JJ’s arms were locked tightly around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder. You sipped a cup of beer and watched the party happening around you. You and JJ were watching different people are trying to read their lips and decipher what they were saying, but given the weird-ass stuff you seemed to read, you were probably doing it wrong.

As John B turned the music off, the ending of the song Kokomo by The Beach Boys played. Looking down at his phone, he yelled “JJ, Y/N, Replay’s next!”

Kie came running over to you. “JJ, I know this is your and Y/N’s special song, but may I have a dance with the lady?”

JJ nodded and released you and you stood up, laughing. You turned to face JJ, and checked to make sure he was okay with it. His expression was neutral, so you leaned forward to whisper “You won’t regret it,” in his ear, before pulling away a little so he could see your wink.

“Okay, yeah!” He nodded quickly and gave you a little push towards Kie.

Kie grabbed your hand and led you shortly away, only about 5 or so steps, but enough so you guys could dance with no logs in your way or anything.

“Kie, you better not be stealing my girl!” JJ shouted after you jokingly, but he only pretended to be angry. Replay was your and JJ’s song. The song that played the first time you kissed. It had been in the car, and JJ turned on the radio to try and get some sexy music going, but he had ended up turning on the wrong station and Replay had been blasted. It kinda ruined the mood, and caused you to break out in laughter, and him to be really embarrassed. But you hadn’t minded. It didn’t stop you from grabbing his face and turning him towards you, then leaning in to kiss him. Probably not a typical first kiss song, but it gave you a good story, and honestly you thought it made the kiss even more special.

“I’m sorry JJ, besties over testes!” You called back to him and shrugged your shoulders, with a sarcastic “sorry” kind of look.

He rolled his eyes and laughed at you, which you smiled at before you turned to Kie.

“Ready?” You asked.

She nodded, and you did your best friends handshake (which was pretty cringey (but that was exactly why you loved it), before the song started to play.

“Shawty like a melody in my head that I can’t keep out got me singing like na na na na every day, it’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!”

As the song started, you and Kie sung the lyrics at the top of your lungs, well in between peals of laughter. Your movements were huge and exaggerated, and you weren’t taking anything seriously, just having pure fun.

You were focused on Kie but when you looked up, you noticed John B, Pope, and Sarah had also moved towards you guys and were watching your dance, along with JJ.

“That girl like somethin’ off a poster, that girl is a dime they say, that girl is a gun to my holster, she’s running through my mind all day ay...”

You changed your dance move from the sprinkler to swinging your hips and shaking your ass, and Kie followed suit.

“Goddamn, girl!” JJ whistled at you, his eyes staring directly at your backside.

“Okay, hottie alert!” Sarah laughed, making a half heart with her hand and pointing at you and Kie.

“Fuck yeah!” John B called, pumping his fist along with the beat. Sarah wasn’t upset, she knew John B loved her and only saw you platonically.

“Oh... oh... oh!” Pope cheered somewhat awkwardly. He seemed to not know what to say in response to your scandalous dancing, and you think you knew the reason why. You looked from him to Kie, and saw that he was watching her shimmy to the beat, her eyes closed and hair swinging around her face. You caught Pope staring and tilted your head towards Kie, giving him a wink. You looked back at JJ and slowly dropped low to the sand, before standing back up. He was looking at you like he wanted to do something to you right then and there.

Smirking, you looked right at him while you and Kie took turns smacking each other’s asses playfully. His mouth dropped right open, and stayed like that until Pope leaned over and pushed his chin up, closing his mouth.

“How are you so sexy?” Sarah wooped.

Laughing at JJ’s reaction, you switched your dance to some really bad fortnite dances.

“Shawty like a melody in my head that I can’t keep out got me singing’ like, na na na na every day, like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay.”

As the song came to an end, you high fived Kie and pulled her in for a hug, breathing hard.

When you let go, you stumbled back over to JJ and fell down onto his lap again, still breathless.

“Baby, that was so hot. I want... to take you home... right now...” he whispered into your ear, pressing repeated kisses to your cheek in between words. You grinned and let out a happy sigh.

Once Kie caught her breath, she called out to JJ, “Thanks for letting me dance with Y/N during your song. I hope I didn’t ruin it,” she smiled playfully, cocking an eyebrow.

“Fuck no, that was hot as hell. You should dance with her more often, if it means I’ll be able to see her like that more,” he joked and tightened his grip around your waist lovingly. “As long as sometimes Iget to dance with my girl and our song.”

“Yeah, Y/N, we’ll have to find one of our own...” Kie pondered, tilting her head as she thought.

“Hmm, maybe Anaconda? Like a Virgin? No Diggity? Slow Hands? Andante Andante? I’m Too Sexy?” Kie listed off a list of obviously very sex-related songs.

“Oh, all of those sound fantastic,” you laughed.

“It’ll have to be later, because we have to go NOW,” JJ said quickly and placed an arm behind your back and one under your knees, holding your bridal style.

“Bye!” you giggled to your friends as JJ ran as fast as he could with you safely in his arms.

You could hear a chorus of laughter behind you but you didn’t really care. You knew what you were going home to was going to be a lot better.

[feliannefluff]

Last Song, A FeliAnne fic

Disclaimer: Fire Emblem and characters belong to the original creator

Summary: Becoming separated from the Kingdom's army after a battle during the war, Annette finds herself in dire situation, thinking about the one she loves most. In her final moments, the pure-hearted girl does what she does best.  (Felix x Annette)

After doing literally 6 runs of this game and all routes, I've finally gotten around to writing a fic for my 2nd OTP of the game (the first being Dimileth). Hope ya'll enjoy

This is bad. So bad...I can't believe I really screwed this up.

Annette anxiously thought as she stumbled her way through the dark, unfamiliar woods of the Empire's territory. With each strained step forward, the redhead kicked herself as she lamented the biggest mistake she had ever made since joining the war with her companions.

The surroundings grew cold and damp as rain began falling through the tree tops, causing the ground to become muddy and slippery. Eventually, Annette found she could go no further. Her body was beyond exhaustion and hurt intensely. The female's body collapsed against a nearby tree. Annette slowly slid down into a sitting position and watched as the large drops of rain poured down.

If I hadn't forgotten part of the Professor's plan and followed my unit to the east instead of west, I wouldn't have gotten separated. I really am...such a klutz...

Tears sprung to Annette's eyes as she balled her hand into a fist and shoved it into the dirt. As she did, the beautiful sparkling ring on her finger became coated in mud.

"Oh no...!" She shouted, immediately realizing what she had just done. Annette used her other hand to dig around in her pocket in search of a handkerchief. Pulling out the piece of cloth, the clumsy girl began tentatively rubbing it against the ring's surface.

With only a few seconds, the ring was as good as new, thankfully. Annette breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, thank the Goddess. Leave it to me to immediately mess up the ring he just gave me...Annette let out a half laugh as she forced a smile, Really, I can't believe myself sometimes.

Annette ran her fingers along the ring's pretty gem that reflected her face in it as she looked at it. Her somewhat pained grin transformed into a happy one as she thought of the man who had given the ring only a month ago. While the two of them had been dating since their reunion at Garreg Mach, the actual proposal had come as a complete shock. Though the happiness she received from it certainly out-wayed the surprise.

Annette shut her eyes and let the memory of that day she received the jewelry play back in her mind.

"Marry me."

Annette dropped the watering can she'd been holding, sending a bunch of water spilling everywhere. In sync with this, the girl's mouth also fell agape while the rest of her face went blank.

"Eh? W-What?" The somewhat air-headed girl found her sight falling down at the box being presented to her by her boyfriend, Felix Hugo Fraldarius. Unable to find the right words to respond with in the moment, Annette simply mumbled nervously, "F-Felix, I d..."

"What, you don't want to? Tch." As usual, Felix's voice was stern and somewhat cold. The heir to the Fraldarius house let out an annoyed sigh before turning away, trying to hide his red face, "Forget I said anything then. See you." Was all the man said as he began to take his leave.

Annette felt her surprise turn into instant panic when she saw him walk away. Without even thinking it through, she quickly grabbed hold of Felix's arm, followed by giving the limb a hard yank. The force pulled Felix back towards Annette, and before the two realized, the couple was on the floor with Felix on top. Both of the Blue Lion member's faces turned redder than Edelgard's armor.

"W-What the hell was that for?!" Felix shouted, feeling far more embarrassed now than a few moments ago.

"Because you were about to leave! I had to stop you!"

"Y-Yeah, I was, because you obviously didn't like the ring, woman!"

Annette shook her head dramatically, "T-That wasn't the reason, Felix! I was just shocked. I mean, who just pulls out a proposal in the middle of tending the greenhouse?"

The tsundere warrior clenched his teeth like that of an angry wolf as his cheeks blushed even brighter, "I knew I shouldn't have listened to that dumbass..."

By 'dumbass', Annette could only surmise that her boyfriend was referring to their house's famous playboy Sylvain Jose Gautier.

The couple removed themselves from the floor and turned away, both of them too flustered to know what to say to the other next. However, the silence only lasted a few minutes before Felix gathered up what little was left of his courage to voice his thoughts,

"Look, I get it, all right. I realize better than anyone that I'm not the best choice for a husband. Hell, even I don't think that role suits a warrior like me." Felix groaned while running fingers through his strewn about bangs, "I mean, before I met you, Annette, I never planned on marrying anyone, even for the sake of continuing my family's line. When I first started at the academy, I only wanted to grow stronger. I had no interest at all of taking a partner or doing the cliche things any son of a noble family has to do. But now, things are...different."

Annette parted her lips to say something but her boyfriend placed his fingertip to her mouth to stop her.

Felix's beautiful red orbs trembled as he let out every honest feeling he had, "We've been going out since basically the Blue Lion's reunion. I just thought, that, given the recent events during this goddess forsaken war...and since I'm the one who will have to carry on my family's house since my idiot of a father's gone...a-and since I..c-care about...you, I figured if I had to take a wife, then..."

Annette felt her heartbeat speed up as she observed the precious sight that was a nervous, stuttering Felix. This moment was just as endearing the last time he'd gone into this state, which was ironically the day he confessed to liking her, which had also taken place in the very same greenhouse they stood in now.

Also just like before, Felix ended up becoming so overloaded with his feelings that he suddenly cut himself out and shouted, "Damn it, just forget it, okay! I don't have a frickin' clue what I'm even saying anymore!"

As the dark-haired man made yet another attempt to flee, Annette responded once more with reaching out to him. However, instead of grabbing his arm, she pulled Felix into the tightest hug her tiny body could manage.

"I'll marry you."

"Huh?" Felix looked down at Annette who was peering up at him like an adorable kitten. The only words the embarrassed man could respond with, were, "...You will?"

"W-Well, I do love you too, so o-of course I will!" Annette lowered her face so that her orange bangs fell over her eyes, "I'm sorry, I never meant to make it seem like I rejected you. I was just so...shocked. I guess I've just been having too much fun lately, with us spending all our free days together that I never imagined anything would change." The sweet-hearted girl closed any remaining distance between the two of them. She then rested her chin onto Felix's shoulder lovingly, "Except, I do have one condition. Is that okay?"

Felix, still at a loss, simply returned the hug and whispered back, "What is it...?"

"The next free day we get, you have to help me with writing my newest song."

Felix's gaze fell into his love's as she flashed him one of her famous angelic smiles. Without even realizing he was doing it, the tsundere responded with his rare kind smirk that he only ever showed her when they were alone, "O-okay, sure. What song will it be this time? More swamp besties, or maybe a sequel to the library piece?"

Annette's smile deepened as her boyfriend continued to excitedly press for details about the song. Though he didn't know it yet, Annette had the most perfect idea for this song than any of her past works. And she knew once it was finished, Felix would be happier than he ever had been listening to the other songs.

Ahh...that's right. We never got to...finish it...

A thick stream of red flowed down Annette's chin as she came back into contact with realty. Slowly, she raised her left hand to admire the ring again. However, this time, the sight of the lovely jewelry was blurred and hard to make out.

Hot tears fell as Annette tried to calm her breathing, feeling a disturbing feeling rise from within her.

"It'll be okay. I may be too weak to use any of my white magic to heal, and I've also run out of all my concoctions the Professor had given me before the battle, but..."

The sight of Felix's handsome features flashed through Annette's mind in time with a bit of lightning that struck near where she rested. The loud sound of thunder crackling was drowned out in Annette's mind by her love's voice repeating things he'd said to her over their time together,

"You have nice footwork."

"I can't forget. It's permanently etched into my memory."

"If you blow up the library, where will we put the books?"

"You shouldn't dance up there, you could fall."

"What, you're not going to sing anymore?"

"It's like I'm your captive. I hear you sing whenever I'm asleep, or on the battlefield..."

"Sing for me, please Annette?"

The light in Annette's eyes soon became as gray as the sky overhead as she listened to her memories carefully. With each second, she could feel her consciousness begin to fade. So an idea came to mind.

Using the last bit of energy remaining within her, Annette pulled out her magic grimoire and cast a spell she had recently learned in secret back in the Garreg Mach library. Though it was her first time really using the spell, she was sure it would work. After mumbling an incantation, a clear orb of light appeared in midair. Annette stared into the orb, watching her reflection in the orb's clear surface.

He never...got to hear the finished version...and knowing Felix, I'm sure he'll be super angry if he doesn't get to listen to it just once.

Despite the fact that Annette's body had lost all feeling and ability to move now, she pushed herself with everything she had to flash one goofy grin at the orb. Her blood-stained lips then parted as she began to sing.

"Hey, you hear something?"

Two Imperial soldiers walked along the woods, set on the task to find any remaining enemies still sneaking around.

"No, do you?" The second Imp asked his comrade who seemed to be looking off in a specific direction.

"Call me crazy, but I swear I hear a girl singing. It's coming from over here..."

The two followed the sound until, just as the first soldier had stated- a girl came into sight before them. Her voice was hoarse and weak. The singing had gotten much quieter too in the short time it had taken the Imps to discover her. The men approached the tree, both drawing their swords as they did so. The singing immediately stopped as the dying woman looked up at them with eyes as dead as a fish's.

"Tch, this bitch is totally finished. Just look at that disgusting face over hers."

"She's probably a stray from that damned Kingdom army. Just finish her and we can go back home."

The first soldier leered down at her as he raised his sword. Weapon ready to strike its final blow, the man asked the girl, "Any last words, you brat?"

She watched both men for a minute, her expression still and unshaken. For a moment, the soldiers wondered if she'd already bit the dust. However, without warning, a weak smile found itself across the girl's face. A shaking arm covered in bruises and crimson reached out to one of the men.

The Imps just exchanged looks and shook their heads in disgust. His patience completely gone by this point, the soldier brought down his sword. As he did, the girl's voice could just barely be heard as the steel of the weapon slashed through her flesh.

"Well...did you like the song...Felix...?"

The sound of her body falling into the mud was drowned out as the rain pounded down harder than it had. The only thing that could be heard after was the sound of two cackling males.

"Felix, slow down! If you keep charging through enemy territory like this, we'll get sniped before we can ever find her!"

"Shut the hell up, Sylvain! Finding her is more important than anything else right now!"

The two distressed childhood friends rode through the last place their fellow comrades had seen Annette before she'd gotten separated from the army.

"J-Just calm down, man! It's bad enough you cursed his Highness and Teach out before stealing one of the army's horses and..."

"I SAID TO SHUT UP!"

Sylvain had basically lived his entire life being screamed at by Felix. Their entire relationship really was just 99% of the grouchy male shouting at the playboy. However, the way Felix had shrieked at him just now was unlike any of the other times. Felix's voice was beyond cracking, almost as if he were choking back the urge to cry from the fear he was currently experiencing.

From the moment Byleth had informed their class of Annette's missing whereabouts, Felix had become an entirely different person. Honestly, his disposition was reminiscent of Dimitri's wild behavior from a month prior.

Deciding to remain quiet, the son of the Gautier house continued riding behind Felix. It didn't take long before they finally reached the place they had set out for. Though what they discovered there, was far from anything the two had hoped for.

"Oh shit..." Sylvain choked out as he and Felix dismounted their horses.

Felix's face that had been full of panic and anger a moment ago was now overtaken with a mix of horror and sorrow as he took in the disturbing sight by a tree in the forest's center.

"Ah..." Felix stumbled through a mix of dirt and blood on the ground over to a figure lying motionless on the ground. With each inch closer the usually stoic man got to the scene, his heart clenched painfully. Eventually, Felix made it over so he could get a clear view of the sight. For a moment, he just stood still. Looking down at the body, he noticed a bloody ring shimmering up at him.

Sylvain swallowed hard while he waited Felix to voice their worst fears. However, when Felix stood motionless for a solid two minutes, the redhead became concerned and tried to call out to his best friend. As Felix's name left Sylvain's mouth, another bolt of lightning flashed- lighting up every part of the dark scenery around them. Time itself seemed to come to a stop for only a second. In the lit up area, Sylvain felt his breath leave him when his eyes caught sight of Annette laying there at Felix's feet, her face lifeless as could be. As the lightning finished striking, Felix fell to his knees. As he did, the tie holding his long hair back snapped. Black locks flew around and then coated over Felix's face. His mind shutting down, Felix's body began moving on its arms took hold of Annette's breathless body. Holding her close, Felix ran fingers along his fiance's ice cold cheeks. He pushed some straying hairs out of her still opened eyes as his hallow ones stared down at her.

"...Sorry...for being late..." Felix's voice was disturbingly calm as he spoke. His head fell against Annette's own, "I've been late the last several times during our cleaning duties lately too...you'll have to scold me later, won't you..." Though his eyes held no emotion in them anymore, beads of water formed in their corners, "...Annette..."

Sylvain turned away from the scene, partially to give his best friend some privacy but also because his own heart could barely take this scene.

"Why the hell did this have to happen to her of all people...Damn the Empire..." Slyvain shut his eyes painfully as he lamented everything about this situation. Of all the horrors their class had witnessed in this awful war, this was by far the worst. After some time, the rain finally let up. Noticing the change, Sylvain decided the next course of action they should take. He slowly made his way over to Felix who was still holding Annette in silence.

Placing a hand onto Felix's shoulder, Sylvain spoke, "Hey, Felix...I think we should start heading ba-" But the red haired male was cut off mid-sentence when the corner of his eye caught something odd shining from the ground nearby. Walking over to it, he picked up what appeared to be a sphere of some sort.

"What the hell is this...? An enemy's weapon they dropped, or...?" In an attempt to discover what the item was, Slyvain began messing around with the orb in hand. After pressing a finger to a certain spot, the orb suddenly glowed more brightly. A moment later, Annette's smiling face could be seen mirrored in the sphere's center.

"F-Felix, look!"

Hesitant to listen to anything at this point, said male reluctantly looked back. His red eyes widened greatly when he spotted the face of his love reflecting from the sphere in his friend's hand.

"What..."

Before the two men could say anything else, Annette's voice echoed from the object and her face began moving as if she were still alive before them,

"Hi, Felix. If you're watching this, than, uh...I may...already be gone. I'm casting a special spell so I can make sure I show you something special, just in case...you don't...make it here in ti-"

The sphere showed Annette hacking up blood before she continued. Both Felix and Sylvain watched in agony as the recording continued.

"S-Sorry about that! You know me, Felix, I'm such a klutz. I kinda...got into some trouble after getting separated from the others, so please don't mind my, ...appearance, okay? Hee hee."

Felix's vision blurred intensely as he kept watching the last moments of Annette from the sphere.

Anyway, I didn't ever get to show you the finished song. You know, the one we came up with together. I made some changes to it without telling you, and I wanted you to hear it. I think you'll really like this one. Be sure to let me know what you think, okay? Remember Felix, I won't forgive you if you don't tell me how you feel about it afterwards! Oh, and..." Annette paused before bringing up her hands in an apology gesture, "I never made a dance to go along with this one. Sorry about that...I know how much you loved my footwork after all. But to make up for the lack of dance, I-I put in extra love! Oh, geez, that actually sounded way less cheesy in my head...Uh, anyways...here it goes. I hope you enjoy it, Felix!"

Annette's face brightened as her took in a deep breath. A second later, her beautiful singing sounded out.

The song was unlike anything Felix had ever heard from her. It was as cutesy and happy as any of her others, but the her voice went to a different level when it sung this number. The lyrics spoke of her feelings for him and the future she was excited to share with Felix once the war was finally over. Though the song only lasted a moment before the recording finally cut out, the music touched to his very core. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Felix dropped to the ground again and took hold of Annette's body. As the lyrics of her song ran through his mind, the sound of his pained sobs drowned out everything else. Meanwhile, Sylvain walked back over to the horses and turned his eyes towards the sky. How cruel and how ironic the sky looked overhead. It had been pouring since the moment the battle against the Empire started but now it was free of clouds and showing the first sight of the sun peering down at them.

...That sky...it's a lot like Annette herself. Bright and free of any dark at all. I wonder if she's watching us from up there with the Goddess...

Sylvain buried his head against the neck of his horse as he too let his emotions overcome him.

Meanwhile, Felix still clung to Annette. As he did, his low voice could be heard singing back the song Annette had performed in the magic sphere.

As the song repeated over and over, the ring on Felix's finger clenched against Annette's.

By a strange turn of fate, two very different people met at the Officer's Academy five years ago. The two were polar opposites in near every way but despite this, the two found joy in each other's company. Though their future together had been ripped away, the Blue Lions would never forget the love that had been shared between their powerful warrior and pure angel.

Author's Comments: Let me just say one thing...I apologize for the abrupt end of this. I do think I wanna write one more chapter to this but my brain just gave out at the end here and I couldn't think of any more so I'm very sorry *bows*

I also apologize for not actually writing out Annette's song. I so very wanted to but Annette has such a unique song style and I can't write songs for crap any ways. Though if any one is willing to come up with one, I'll be more than happy to include and credit you in the next chapter.

I bet you guys are wondering just how TF I'm gonna write another chapter after this major angst, so I'll give you a hint: Byleth's powers. That's all I'm gonna say.

Anyways, thanks so much for reading. Please, please, PLEASE leave a review if you enjoyed and what you hope to see in the next chapter. Feedback is very appreciated

[trex98dreams]

Chapter 5: New Kid

Y/N’s POV

I kept on staring at the ring Seokjin gave me until Youngji finally snaps me back to reality.

"You guys are seriously crazy in love with each other," she says. I smile.

"Of course, why wouldn't we be?"

After i finish class, me, Jackson, Youngji and Hanbin decided to hang at Mochi's. Hanbin said he'll be late since he had to help Dahyun on her transferring new students program and Dahyun had to fill so many form to be admitted here. Hanbin really is a one girl guy now. He take care of Dahyun well.

Jackson was surprised that morning seeing as my man had put a ring on me and he thought Seokjin had proposed, but i calm his anxiety down by explaining it's a promise ring. He's acting like that because he's afraid that we're going to wed first than him and Youngji. Jackson wants to be the first to get married after we graduated, so competitive.

I also told them about Seokjin's departure to Australia next week for 3 months and they are already upset since they like spending time with him. They felt sorry for me also since i'm not having a normal relationship with the guy i love and he's always away.

But it's always like this, i get to spend more time with them whenever Seokjin's away and he really depends on them taking care of me while he's off.

Jackson slurps his drinks.

"You know Y/N, yesterday, Hanbin asks me whether should he call Dahyun to make sure she's okay, or she arrived home safely. I was like..'what is wrong with this guy, he's so possessive' but then i wonder, sometimes, i'm like that too, i ask Youngji but she said i'm not possessive i'm just worried, what about you? Is Seokjin possessive too?" He asks me.

I look at him and think. "Maybe, but Seokjin is a good possessive. He looks after me a lot and he loves me so much maybe more than i can imagine. He's a real gentleman and i get really jealous when sometimes i go out with him, there's always girls that would flirt with him because of his good looks. But he would show them i'm his only one. Maybe Hanbin wants his relationship like that," i said to Jackson. He shrugs and stand up to get a drink.

Youngji looks at me. I look back at her funnily.

"What?" I ask her.

She giggles. "Nothing. It's just you look so dreamy when talking about Seokjin. I know he's handsome. No need to daydream honey, he's yours." I laugh and smack her arms.

Come to think of it, a guy like Seokjin is the kind that only exist in romance books. That's why so many girls fall head over heels for him. He has so many good quality about him already.

First, he had the looks. Oh wow, my main reason why i'm so lucky. He had those stylish swipe back jet black hair that i adored so much, not to mention, those gorgeous sculptured face. He’s the perfect package, with his broad shoulder and his sharp jaw, those charming dark brown eyes that gaze at me lovingly all the time that makes all girls go crazy. Oh! Not to mention those plump lips that i always love to kiss and his tall figure that makes me feel like i'm the shortest person alive.

Who can resist him?

Second, his personality. Seokjin is a calm, quiet and caring person. He's a soft-hearted guy and even that sometimes his joke is not funny or he dances badly, he always try to make me feel better. He is the most patient guy i ever met and he literally showers me with everything. I wonder why he choose me instead of millions of more gorgeous ladies out there.

I told him once, about my insecurity, but Seokjin quickly shut me by saying he thinks i'm perfect in his eyes. He said i'm much more valuable and worth it. So, whose the real winner now eh?

Jackson sit down as he bring our drinks with him. He looks at Youngji and remove a speck of dust from her hair. Youngji smiles and pinch his cheeks which makes him go 'ow' oh-so-cutely. He's really protective of her. Everybody can see it.

Youngji look outside. "Hey Y/N, where's Seokjin? Don't you guys have a date or something before he left again? It's such a short time you know, to have a date when you both are super busy with studying,"

I sipped my drink."Don't worry, we will have our date, he's at home sleeping right now, i didn't want to bother him because he looks so tired after he got here and he also cooks for our anniversary last night. He's amazing." I tell them.

Youngji smile and hold my hand, "You're super lucky."

Jackson smirks. "He's tired.. OoO, did you guys do something naughty last night? Well since it's your anniversary-"

"JACKSON!!" Youngji and me yells making him laugh.

"KIDDING! hahaha, oh come on, we all knew you lost your v-card to him, so what?" He said.

Seriously? Why does he knew all that stuff? Oh now i remember. He and Youngji are my besties. And besties tell each other all sorts of things.

I squint my eyes. "Can we not talk about my sex life, please? Seriously Jackson," i said. Youngji laugh hardly seeing me and Jackson bickering. But it's always like this. One moment we want to pull each other's hair and the next moment, we're friends again.

"Did he get tired of the plane rides or he get tired of you riding him?" He teases me.

"Oh come on! That's just disgusting!" I yell again, blushing this time. Yep, i lost my v-card to Seokjin. But i didn't regret it because i trusted him. He did ask me again and again am i sure, but i tell him i'm ready. That's when we... well.. 'do it'.

Youngji cover Jackson's mouth from talking again and he laugh silently. I shake my head looking at my crazy friends. That's when we heard noises and it was Dahyun and Hanbin coming towards us. They just arrived and Hanbin looks beaming as a sunlight.

"Hey guys," Hanbin said and let Dahyun sit beside me, facing Jackson and Youngji. He high fived Jackson and Dahyun giggles.

"So whatcha guys been talking about?" Hanbin asks. We look at each other and Jackson said,

"Y/N’s sex-life." I looked at him annoyingly while Youngji and Dahyun giggles. Hanbin cover Dahyun's ears.

"Don't let me poor innocent baby to hear guys, jeez.. she's new," he said. Dahyun gently removes his hand from her ears. "It's okay, i can get used to this love." She said. Hanbin blush at the 'L' nickname.

"Fine. Fine. They can be a bit pervert sometimes so bear with it. I'm going to get us a drink okay?" He said and left. We laugh hardly all together.

Youngji turns to Dahyun. "So how's things going on Dahyun? Have the transferring things settled?" Youngji asks caringly.

Dahyun nods. "Yup. Luckily, it will be settled today so i can start my class this semester quickly. Thanks to Hanbin of course, he helped me a lot. Showing me where the University's office and the buildings here, it's wonderful." I smiled at her. Can't believe she left her studies in Japan to study here,with Hanbin.

We listens as she tells how much she liked it here and with Hanbin around, she liked it even more.

"You know, this semester there will also be new students enrolled here. Some are transferred and some are in the exchange students program, me and Hanbin met one this morning, he asks Hanbin as he is new here and asks if Hanbin can show him around, just like me." She said smiling.

We all smiled. There's always new students here every semester, so there's no weird thing about that. Maybe Dahyun is a bit excited since she's not the only 'New Kid' here. "Well, that's great! I'm happy to meet some fresh new faces so i can-"

"Jacksonnnnn..." Youngji glare at him.

"Kidding sweetie, kidding," he laugh, Dahyun and me as well.

I held Dahyun hands. I'm happy because he can make Hanbin happy. Hanbin came and sit beside her, giving Dahyun her drinks. "Did you guys talk about me again?" He ask curiously. Dahyun cups his face. "No love, we're talking about me," and we laughed at her joke.

Seokjin came just in time for lunch as he took a seat besides Jackson, facing me. We all have a nice talk and i look at all of them smiling faces that makes me happy. I squeezed Dahyun's hand not long after and the attention was on me.

"Dahyun, welcome to our little crazy family," i said and she hugs me.

"Thank you for having me." She said gently. We all had a toast, hanging out for the rest of the day.

...

After spending 2 weeks worth with Seokjin, it's finally time for him to go for his exchange student program again. I was a bit upset but i'm used to sending him off. I don't want to send him to Australia for 2 months and have an argument that me and him rarely have one. So i kept on a smiling face.

"I love you, i love you, i love you jagi, don't forget to eat okay? Text me everyday and if your allowance is late again, tell me and i'll send some money for you to buy food and pay half of the rent, take care okay?" Seokjin said as he kisses me over and over this morning.

The memories flash by as i'm on my way home from the airport after sending him. I smile looking at his promise ring.

"Babe..don't worry. I'm gonna be fine. You take care. If you're busy it's okay if you didn't text me, i'll understand, if you get ill, call me ASAP okay? Don't hide it from me. I'll cure you with my voice."

He nods and hugs me for the longest five minutes of my life, pecking my lips and went off, waving at me like and idiot in love, both of us of course.

I smiles as i reached my apartment. The guys have said their goodbyes to Seokjin yesterday because they have class this morning and mine starts at noon. So i'm going home and take a nice shower to class today. Excited for a new day.

...

Jackson and Youngji is on their way to the cafeteria as i arrived. My class is in 1 hour, which I decided to eat first. I'm on my last semester here and if my pointer is high enough, i might be graduating with my friends. Just imagine,

Lee Y/N, Bachelor Degree in Business And Management.

Eomma is going to be so happy. She always told me that business is enlarging right now, if i graduate in that major ,i will easily get a job once i get out. Besides, it's my choice also. I find it fun to learn business and deal with customers. Seokjin's major is Business Accounting. He's almost the same as me with just a bit difference.

Hanbin is in my course also but we're in different classes, while Jackson and Youngji both studying Health Science and Fashion Design. I don't know about Dahyun, but i'm guessing she's majoring something about language by the way she showed us how fluently she speak Japanese to us sometimes.

As i sit down, Jackson is already lapping on his sandwich while Youngji is drawing something on her sketchbook. I put my bag pack beside me. I check my phone and that's when i notice 2 text message.

I smiled. He never did forgot to text me. I replied with the same xoxo and told him to take care. I opened the other one, and it's from Hanbin.

From: Oppa♡

Just arrived here.The weather's nice. Have a nice day Jagi, love you xoxo.

I closed my phone. By now Youngji had already kept her book and was focusing on the food.

From: Cool_GuyHanbin

Going to be late. I'm taking Dahyun and that new kid to show them around. Don't wait for us. Enjoy your lunch, P/S: Told Jackson to pay me back my ramyeon he ate yesterday.

"So?" She asks as she took a bite of her french toast. I look at both of them and said, "Hanbin's taking Dahyun and some new kid around campus, so, we may not be meeting them today,"

Jackson slurps his drink. "That's a relief, i don't have to see Hanbin toda-"

"And Hanbin told me you have to pay back his ramyeon you ate yesterday." I cut him.

He sneered. "So stingy, fineeee next time i'll pay," he replied to which I laugh.

I ate and as soon as i finish, i look at my watch, it's almost time for my class. I hurriedly pick up my books and hand my money to Youngji. I bid them goodbye and walk to my class which is around the building, a bit far from the cafeteria.

I walk and walk when suddenly, a guy accidentally bump his shoulder with mine. Maybe a new kid, that's why he seems so clumsy, might be looking for his class.

"I'm so sorry, i didn't see you-"

"It's fine, i didn't see you eit-"

His voice.

That voice.

I knew it everywhere.

Hell after all this years it still sound the same. Ringing in my memory year after year. As i properly look into the boy who bump into me, i froze.

Speechless.

Numb.

Pain.

He look just as shocked as i was.

"Y/- Y/N.." he stuttered. And it was confirmed.

It was him. That stupid bastard.

Park Jimin.

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[solcheeky]

a lapse of us

summary: at first, it’s perfect; more than anything you could’ve wished for—until marks busy schedule gets the most of your relationship in the worst way possible (15.7k)

warnings: somewhat mature content

a/n: you can read this as a fic of its own but I suggest for more context give this a read before this one

2021 update! this was written 4yrs ago and thus doesn’t display my best of abilities, expect higher quality content in my newer pieces of fiction!

day +30, what nights are like when he comes back

when mark comes through your door his hands immediately come to your hips to pull you close

he has his hood up and a backpack slung around one shoulder

“I missed you” he whispers leaning down so his forehead touches yours

when you drape your arms over his shoulders he gives you a tired smile, his eyes a little hazy

your lips can’t help but turn up ever so slightly at the sight before you give him a chaste kiss to his pretty pink ones

it was the first time in a while that you’ve seen each other, about a month actually.

after sbs roommates, you were only given a few days to spend some nights with mark and then a couple of chances to become really familiar with the other nct members, until his promotions, rehearsals and concerts abroad immediately took over

undoubtedly, the past month felt empty at times, especially since it was so different now that you no longer lived together anymore

even back then you’d say you missed each other; now those words had a whole new and stronger meaning

“I missed you too” you whisper pulling back a little so you can finally take a look at his face

you move your hands so they trace the soft skin of his neck under his hood

it tickles mark a little

then you take one hand and rake your fingers through his hair till his hoodie falls off

“oh my god” you retreat back in surprise with your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

you pause. blinking in shock

“y-your hair’s black” you manage to spit out

“oh,” mark runs his own hand through his black hair and looks away in embarrassment, “right.” a pink flush in his cheeks when he breathes a smile

you forgot how precious marks airy giggle was like in real life

“yeah,” his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, “do you ..like it?” he sounds nervous

“yeah! I— I love it!” you blink still trying to register the boys new appearance

mark pouts cutely at your hesitation, “doesn’t sound like it”

“no!! I mean,” you bring him in closer again “I’m just surprised, you know?” your hand unknowingly comes back up to run through his new silky black haircut

with your eyes fixed on brushing marks hair, you almost don’t notice him closing his ones in pleasure at the movement of your hand

when you massage your fingers through his hair again in fascination, he accidentally lets out the softest moan, his head slightly lulling back in time with the push of your fingers

it makes you laugh

he’s so cute

“you’re so cute” you say out loud squeezing his face together at his chin with the same one hand

mark scrunches his nose

“noo please keep going” his words all funny because you’ve pinched his cheeks closer together

“it’s late, let’s get into bed first” you give his chin a little shake then start making your way to the bedroom

but marks hands never leave your body, even when he carelessly slides his backpack off his shoulder and onto the floor

as you walk, he sleepily trails close to you, whines leaving his pretty lips because he wants your hands back in his hair

so once you’re both in bed, after letting him change and wash up a little, you brush through his hair just like he asked for

it’s like that for a while

you’re both in a such comfortable silence together that you don’t even realise how long you’ve stayed in that position

mark’s laying on top of you; head halfway between your stomach and chest

his fingers are limp by your waist; too tired from fiddling with the hem of your shirt

you gaze at his new black hair, you hadn’t seen him yet with his natural hair tone, it was different—good different

and it being curled up in some places, from you playing with it, made it a whole lot cuter that it already was

after some time, you assume he’s asleep

so you stop playing with his hair to grab your phone on the bedside table

but he wasn’t yet—almost—but wasn’t

at the loss of your touch, mark lets out a low hum that vibrates into your body

“don’t stop” mark groans lazily, the soft of his lips grazing gently against your skin

your chuckle vibrates through your chest and into mark, “give me one second baby”

he moans in protest, his voice a little scratchy and his eyes remained closed

you feel his fingers move back to fiddle with the hem of your shirt until they slip a little under it to hold your bare waist

it was his way of lazily getting your attention, “okay okay” after checking your notifications you put your phone back down; needy mark is too cute to ignore

when you play with his hair again you hear him inhale deeply

“so how was japan?” you say quietly

mark hums, “pretty cool” his voice low and completely relaxed “but I missed you the most”

“we could barely video call because you were so busy and all you say is ‘pretty cool’?!” you want to laugh “was it not tiring?”

“yeah I guess” he shrugs ever so slightly “but it was fun”

mark is so amazing— so incredible at everything he does, he’s so passionate and has so much fun that sometimes you forget it’s even his job

“I love you so much” you whisper lovingly raking your fingers from the top of marks forehead all the way to the base of his neck

he accidentally lets out a slow groan, “oh god”

then you can’t stop the laughter bursting out from your throat

your laughing body shakes mark up and he moves so that he can look at your face; a chin on your chest

he’s frowning ever so cutely at you, “don’t laugh” a small pout plays on his sweet lips

with a smile you give him a small kiss, “okay I won’t”

when he shuffles back into his previous position he whispers back, “I love you too”

day +40 [9:22AM] 

“let’s get it let’s get it!!”

“we’re just frying an egg mark.”

day +49 [10:02PM] 

mark can’t stop staring at you; the way you breathe ever so lightly, your features relaxed, your lips parted and your hair sprawled across the couch

but the best thing about it: he can stop cleaning the mess all around you both just to get a closer look at your face, he can freely brush his fingers through your soft locks and he doesn’t have to hide the stupid grin on his face either

before he would have to hold himself back— sometimes even now he almost forgets that you’re finally his

it makes him so happy

mark leans down and presses the softest kiss to the edge of your lips

he breathes a smile; haha you taste a little like the popcorn you shared earlier

mark never admits this is his favorite part of friday film nights

day +67, what it’s like with his brothers

“okay...” you narrow your eyes in confusion, “then what?”

“then strony.” taeil smiles at you

he says that like it makes complete sense

“you lost me again” you say

they all start laughing, jaehyun laughing the hardest, “it’s not really something to understand, there’s no meaning” he’s smiling really widely

do they not know that’s exactly what makes it confusing? “what you said makes no sense” you massage your temple

you’ve been at this for a while; trying to understand a joke that has no substance to it

it was a way of passing time by at the dorms whilst you were waiting for mark and dongyuck to come back from dream schedules

a stupid, stupid way of passing time

honestly it’s something you should’ve expected from these guys

but nonetheless you’re still trying your best to wrap your head around the concept of ‘strony’

“whaaat” you slump your shoulder into doyoung who’s sitting beside you on the couch, “I don’t get it.”

“don’t get what?” mark says as he walks into the living room, donghyuck trailing close behind

“strony” taeil says as the two boys join the bunch of you in the living room as if there wasn’t enough of you in there already

mark chooses to sit on the floor between your legs, his back resting on the couch as your fingers automatically start playing with his ears

“it’s like” mark snaps his fingers, “kind of like um, lemme think of an example uh”

“like when mark was too shy to tell us what happened to you two in the pool, we would say: ‘oooo strony’” donghyuck takes this as the perfect opportunity to tease his bestie

“h— what!!!” marks eyes go wide in disbelief and he looks back a forth between all the boys exasperatedly

the sudden mention of the embarrassing past got his heart thumping

“or how his face got red just at the mention of your name” jaehyun grins giving a low high five to donghyuck

mark chokes, “what! I—what?! I—“ his arms going up and down speechless

“don’t overreact mark,” yuta laughs

you look down at mark, despite his giggling, he’s still trying to hide his pink flushed cheeks with his hands over face, “ohmygod”

“you should’ve seen marks face when we asked him what you gave him for his birthday” doyoung chirps in with a sly smile

mark slumps his face and arms into your thigh, “oh my gooood” his voice muffled

he thinks it’s so embarrassing

you pat the top of his cute head, “why?” you ask teasingly, but you know exactly why

because you remember that day so clearly, it seemed like so long ago when you gave him that kiss

“oh my god no, it was worse on your last day of the show” johnny claps his hands, “baby mark came home crying”

he did what?!

you choke. mark never told you that

the boys burst out in laughter

“eyy~ wait wait man!! that’s such an overreaction!!” mark points at johnny, his face wrinkled up, then leans his head back into your lap with a hand over his forehead, “it wasn’t like that!!”

“poor mark was like: ‘I’m not going to see her again~’ ‘do you think she’s okay?~’ ‘what if she goes swimming without meee~’” haechan relentlessly teases mark with a funny voice, his fists pulled together at his chin feigning cuteness as he sniffs fake tears away

mark sharply looks up again with an inevitably cute angry face “hey lee donghyuck!!” he kicks donghyuck’s crossed legs with his socked feet, “I don’t sound like that”

“‘hey lee donghyuck~ I don’t sound like that~’” donghyuck echos with a huge grin

it makes mark grit his teeth and kick him more, so the younger boy moves closer into taeyongs arms to protect himself

“ahhh so cute!!!” winwin pinches marks pink ear

mark aggressively, yet adorably, whacks winwins hand away and blindly finds your wrists to cover his ears with your palms, “ah stoopp!! really. seriously stop!!”

you couldn’t think of a time when they didn’t tease mark

after visiting the boys on a regular, you got used to this dynamic

and eventually got comfortable with them to the point where you could hang out in their dorm and listen to them tease mark. it ended up like this all the time; mark always being the butt of their jokes—mostly because his reactions were to die for—partially because he was an easy victim

plus, it got a whole lot easier when you were in the picture; it was too easy for mark to get embarrassed

honestly you didn’t mind. it was actually kind of fun

at times you even enthusiastically joined in, especially with the dreamies, when all innocent mark wanted to do was refuge between your arms out of humiliation

later, he would call you a betrayer and refuse you give you a kiss; he was so cute

“remember the night he came to rehearsals all sulky because he had to leave y/n early?!” yuta slaps a palm onto marks shin

“nonono I’m not listening!!” mark places his hands over yours as if it would make more of a barrier to prevent their teasing words to reach his ears

however, despite the endless disgrace on his image and ego, mark loved to see the relationship between all of his favorite people grow because of him

he loves the way you get along with them so easily, and he loves the way his brothers make you feel so welcome

like you’re all one big family

mark can’t even begin to explain how happy that makes him feel

day +81, [12:19AM]

when mark makes his way to the sofa section of the renovated dance practice room, he sees that you’ve fallen fast asleep

you’re lying on your side, sleeping peacefully on your arms

he crouches down by the side of the sofa so that he’s face-level with yours, placing his chin on the back of his hands that lie flat on the spot in front of your face

his eyes shift down the features of your face he loves so much, then he uses his index finger to carefully brush a few strands of your hair back

it’s an excuse to touch your face while your sleeping

you’ve been waiting for him to finish practising, despite mark insisting on you going home to sleep

he was surprised you could even sleep with their music blaring away non-stop, it was cute

mark lightly grazes his hand past the side of your face till it tucks so perfectly under your ear, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek

the proximity still never fails makes his heart pound in his chest

then he leans forward to delicately kiss your parted lips, his own pressing against yours as lightly as possible

as you stir awake, your eyes immediately meet his, “oh.. oh! you finished?” you croak

mark giggles at the sleepy tone of your voice, “yeah come on, time to go home”

day +89 [7:34PM] 

[New message] Lion cub 7:34PM, I’m giving mina flowers tomorrow when we mc

you 7:34PM, lmao mark

you 7:34PM, you don’t need to tell me stuff like this all the time

Lion cub 7:35PM, I know

Lion cub 7:35PM, but just a heads up

you 7:35PM, you say this every time you get given the script

you 7:36PM, I know its all part of the show baby

Lion cub 7:36PM, okay just

Lion cub 7:37PM, I love you okay?

you 7:37PM, I know mark, and I love you too

you 7:38PM, now go finish script reading!!!!

a little later, your phone lights up again

[New Message] Lion cub 7:45PM, I feel like I'm betraying u in a way

you look at your phone then snort a laugh, god he’s so cute

day +128, when he finds solutions 

“mark?” you say quietly. you can’t sleep.

you’re both laying in his bed; marks arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and his face is buried comfortably in the nape of your neck.

mark stays silent, eyes pretending to be closed.

“you asleep?” you say even quieter

a long train of noiseless seconds drags by

“I’m awake.” he finally mumbles into your skin

“can we talk?” you intertwine your fingers with the hand that’s over your waist

marks heart drops and all his thoughts crash over him in a heap. he holds you tighter, “okay.”

contradict to your words, for a few moments, neither of you say anything

you don’t know where to start.

but you know you need to talk about it

mark feels it too

lately he’s been feeling something oddly distant about your relationship, but the entire time he had tried to convince himself it was just a figment of his imagination since it was never brought up

at times mark felt the need to overcompensate with extra kisses and hugs but he always ended up doing them at randomly awkward times

mark felt like maybe he was making it worse

“for the past month,” you start, “I feel like.. things have been different”

you continue when mark hums in response, “I don’t see you anymore— you don’t let me see you anymore.”

your words stab him in the heart

“you don’t mean to, I know it’s not on purpose or anything, I just wanted you to know...” you whisper

he doesn’t respond

mark didn’t know it was because of this

“never mind. this is dumb.” you mumble quickly trying to retract your statement “it’s not like you can control your schedule or anything.” you’re worried his silence meant something bad

but mark fell quiet because his heart had sunk to the bottom of his stomach and his throat ran dry from the raw truth of your words

you feel his facial features scrunch up against the nape of your neck, then he hugs you tighter; mark never ever wants you to feel uncomfortable about expressing your thoughts, especially when it’s something between the two of you, he’ll listen to you no matter what, and he wanted you to know that

he kisses the nape of your neck before turning you around so he can look into your eyes

“I’m the stupid one for not realising,” mark says quietly “I ..I’m sorry I made you feel that way, really.” there’s a doleful look on his face

so you reassure him with a small smile before giving him a chaste kiss to the tip of his cute nose

“tell me next time okay? I don’t like it when you’re sad.” mark pouts, his expression crestfallen

his words calm you down a little, so you bury your head into his chest and nod

he smells so good

mark hugs you, placing a chin on top of your head as your legs tangle together

it gives you the courage to say everything that’s been on your mind lately

so your words muffle into his chest as you spill your heart to him

mark feels terrible. he really wants to be a better boyfriend. but it’s not so easy to balance out his time when he has so many things piling up in his schedule already

maybe there was a way you could be with him all the time

because mark hates the way your words sound so heavyhearted, he can’t stand it. he never wants to see you like this again. especially when it’s because of him.

“travel with me” mark blurts out

“what” you say moving out from under his chin to look at his face, but you’re faced with determination that is all of a sudden etched into his cute features

you raise a brow, he can’t be serious..

“travel with me. I’ll take you with me abroad.” mark thinks it’s a great idea!! that way he can spend time with you even during his busy schedule

“is that even allowed? what if I distract you? what if fans catch us?”

“I’m more distracted when I miss you,” he presses his forehead against yours, “and we won’t get caught, promise.”

day +143, when he’s embarrassed

you kick your shoes off once you’ve settled down in your seat on the plane, all the other seats around you empty as you wait

“excuse me, is this seat taken?”

surprised, you look up to see mark, his hand politely gesturing at the empty spot next to you with a stupid grin on his face

“you’re so dumb” you laugh pulling onto his wrist so he could just sit down

“yes it was booked by an idiot called mark lee” you roll your eyes

mark laughs at his own joke then shoves your arm playfully

“so how was it?” he asks, taking off his cap and jacket

he’s talking about the airport craze, “strange” you say “I didn’t think it would be that crazy”

earlier you were instructed to arrive before nct did to avoid the hectic rush of fans

the plan was to get you in first, but even before nct had arrived there were so many fans at the airport already! it was so late in the evening too! to think that fans we’re this dedicated was almost hard to believe

“yeah it’s real crazy, but the gesture’s nice” johnny chirps in as he puts his something into the overhead compartment beside yours

“you get used to it” ten shrugs unintentionally pompous leaning against your chair from behind, his arms crossed on top of the head of your seat

“woah alright there mr.I’m-so-popular” doyoung says sarcastically from the opposite isle

mark tries to hide is laugh by lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose in fake shame

“okay! everyone’s here” taeyong interrupts, still standing in the aisle from counting all of his members, “and plus one” he smiles sweetly at you and you smile back

“at least you didn’t see it,” jaehyun continues the conversation from beside doyoung

the smile on your face vanishes, “see what?” you raise an eyebrow

“I mean it’s another thing to experience it, but to see what the crowds do to.. mark, for example, it’s bad.”

“yeah sometimes I don’t realise how hectic it really is until I see the videos” ten breathes a laugh as if those words weren’t all that concerning

johnny nods, “I appreciate their love, really, like, they have good intentions” he adds

“wait what?” you grab onto marks wrist, “what do they do?”

“nothing” marks slips his wrist out of your clasp so that he can hold your hand instead, fingers intertwined, “don’t worry about it” he says

the distress etched into his features makes you doubt him a little

but mark doesn’t want to say

he’s afraid you’ll worry about him too much, or that you’ll get really upset watching the videos. it gets really scary sometimes, and the least he can do is protect you from that

before you can get an answer from him the pilot starts speaking though the overhead speakers

mark gives your hand a squeeze and mouths “later babe” before he lets go to put his seatbelt on

but later never comes

because the cabin lights dim and mark accidentally ends up dead asleep on your shoulder

so you play with his fingers on your lap instead, it’s something you do in place of playing with his cute ears when you’re not in the position to reach them comfortably

mark loves it when you do that

when you play with his ear, fingers, hair— letting you hold him

especially when you slip a hand up under his shirt, either to rest it on his lower back or hold his waist

it sends tingles over his skin

most of the time, you do these things naturally, without even realising that your hand has snuck under his shirt because it’s so comfy

but sometimes, when you’re alone, you purposely send shivers down marks spine because you enjoy the cute noises he can’t help but make

suddenly the limp fingers you were playing with on your lap moved to lace loosely with yours

a smile tugs at your lips “you awake?” you whisper

mark hums in response, then after a long second he brings the hand laced with yours to his lips so he can press a lazy kiss to the skin on the back of your hand

“you can go back to sleep, you must be sleepy” you figure the practice he had done all morning and a flight this late at evening was taking a toll on his body

mark wants to be awake though. so he lifts his head off your shoulder and shuffles a little in his seat, “no I’m awake” he clears his throat

he doesn’t get enough alone time with you often, and he’d rather chat with you then catch up on some shut eye

“let me just—“ but when mark lifts himself off of his seat to pull the small pillow from under him, he ends up knocking a cup of water over that was out on his fold-out table

“—oh shit.” mark gasps when he catches the cup too late causing the water to spill all over his bottom half

for a moment, you both pause in shock

the two of you glance between the wet spot that’s spreading into his pants and then at each others faces; marks eyes are wide, eyebrows raised high

his shoulders are scrunched up and he’s biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a wide grin

suddenly you can’t help but snort a laugh, “jeez mark” you’re trying not to chuckle so loud when everyone else around you is asleep

he pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment and shakes his head, “aaahh” he sighs like a fool

you reach out to pinch his ear; he’s so dumb, it’s so cute

mark scrunches his facial features together in distress and lifts his chin up to the ceiling, “oh my god,” he mutters

you pinch his cheek and laugh, mark can be such a klutz, you think it’s adorable

but mark thinks it makes him look like an idiot

pulling some tissues out, you start to pat him down between his legs, “you’re so stupid—“

“w-wait” mark stutters, “wait s-stop” his hand suddenly comes down to grip your wrist halting your movements

“what?” you say trying to pry out of his hand, “mark the water’s getting everywhere! cmon let me help you before—“

his other hand flies to your wrist “ah!—p” mark quickly purses his lips, abruptly stopping the noise he makes after you press down on him again

you look at him weirdly, an awkward smile on your face

“uh I can do it” he pulls the tissues out of your hands with flushed cheeks, “I can do it I can do it” he repeats quietly

you raise a brow, “are you okay?”

“um yeah” mark gulps, eyes still focused on cleaning himself up “you can’t— you can’t do that”

“do what?” you observe mark weirdly as he finishes drying the wet patch on his crotch

you blink in realisation, “oh.”

then you cough a laugh and slap a hand over your mouth, “jeez mark seriously?”

he puts the tissues into the now empty cup then slaps it back onto the fold-out table

mark takes one look at you and then rolls his eyes, tongue wiping over his bottom lip as he turns his head to the side to avoid locking gazes with you

he sighs a smile and shakes his head, god he doesn’t want to laugh

“you know I can’t help it” mark can barely mutter with the huge smile threatening to show

“I’m— you know I get—“ his hands are doing that funny up-and-down motion, “and it’s been a while since we’ve done anything because I’ve been busy—like doing other things—and you know that,” he’s muttering quickly under his breath all embarrassed

“alright alright,” you link arms with him and slide your hand down to hold his, then lean closer to his face, “when we get to the hotel then” you whisper against his lips

god it drives him crazy

mark glances down at your lips for a long second before he presses his soft ones against yours

his eyes flutter close as he lets his imagination run wild for a brief moment

but before he gets carried away, he pulls back

“okay” mark licks his lips and inhales “okay okay” he repeats as if to steady his racing heart and dizzying thoughts

this time, you rest your head on his shoulder and he places his on top of yours, a comfortable silence washing over the two of you

“but um,” mark breaks the quietness, “do you have more tissues? I can feel the water in my underwear”

you crack a smile, “oh my god mark” the one thing that’s changed about mark when getting into your relationship is his tendency to overshare at every wrong possible time

day +144, when he can finally let go

“there’s two separate beds.” mark says disappointed as you both roll your luggages into the hotel room for the first time

“we can switch rooms? or push them together?” if that was even possible, the beds didn’t have wheels did they? “but first things first, go change” you tell mark

“oh right!” it’s like he’s forgotten his pants are damp, “okay!!” mark exclaims as he grabs some stuff and heads into the bathroom

the moment the door closes behind him, there’s a sudden knock on your front door

surprised, you pull it open to see doyoung smiling at you

“oh hey, what’s up?”

doyoung cranes his neck to look down the hallway on the left, “some of us are going to grab some food, you guys hungry?” he asks

you look at your phone, it’s past midnight. they’re hungry now?

out of nowhere haechan jumps into doyoung, an arm wrapping around the older boys shoulders, who grunts from the impact as he half catches him

haechan gives you a cheeky smile “come on it’ll be fun”

“um, one sec” you lean your body back, “mark! you hungry?” you yell towards the direction of the bathroom door.

“what?!” mark yells back

you clear your throat and smile foolishly at his cute response, “maybe we’ll catch up with you later” you say after turning back to look at the closed bathroom door, “mark’s dealing with something at the moment”

“come on man!” lucas’ deep voice echos down the hallway, you peer your head past your door frame to see the tall boy waving his arms, kun smiling calmly next to him

“me too me too!!” chenle comes skipping from the opposite end blowing past doyoung, haechan and you

you look down the way chenle came from and see some other members lingering at the opposite end. “do we... occupy this whole hallway or what?” you raise a brow at doyoung

he grins back at you “fortunately, yes”

when mark finally comes out of the bathroom, all the boys are gone and you’re lying starfish on one of the beds looking up at your phone

“everyone’s gone out to eat” you say to mark whilst sending a text message to the group chat, “you hungry? we can catch up with them? they said they’re just down the road”

“nah” mark takes the opportunity to jump onto your body, his chest crashing into you, making you groan and giggle at the same time, “let’s stay here” he says

“okay I’ll tell the boys” you’re still chuckling as you continue to type on your phone

mark shuffles upwards under your arms and uses his cute head to block your vision

“mark what are you doing?” you laugh

he leans down to peck your cheek—finally some real alone time with you

“mark—“ he rapidly pecks your nose, forehead then eyebrow, “hey—“ then everywhere else on your face till your both giggling

“put the phone down” he breathes, a smirk playing on his lips

so you do

then drape your arms over his shoulders, “then what?” you tease

mark leans down till his cute nose brushes against yours, “kiss me” he’s grinning silly

without a second thought you pull him down by the nape of his neck and seal your lips to his

encouraged by your sweet invitation, mark pulls at the soft of your lips, humming lowly into your mouth; he’s missed this so, so much

it’s been so long since mark’s had the chance to have you all to himself, alone and pinned down under his frame

and it felt so good

he meshes his body against yours, god he loves the way you fit so perfectly in his arms

your skin burns under his touch

you’ve missed this too; not being able to be together all the time anymore made kissing and cuddling different, like you wanted to cherish every second of it even more than before

your fingers carded through the hair on the back of his head with a slight tug

it shot tingling sensations down marks back, electrifying his nerves

mark leans away ever so slightly, eyelids still shut and wet lips grazing over yours as he inhales slowly

that feeling he gets when you do that; he can’t control himself even when he knows you do it on purpose just so you can see his reaction

and mark is spot on; you love to see his pretty face relax under your fingers

you lean up a little to kiss his parted lips

despite the unrelenting indecent thoughts flooding in his mind, he responds back slowly and delicately

mark breaks contact with your mouth to kiss your jaw, “god I missed this” he mutters into your skin making you giggle

“you’re so beautiful” his wet lips hover over your skin till they reach under your collarbones; he wanted to explore every bit of you, every bit he loved so much

the change of angle, from him shifting lower, allowed mark to slip his arms around the back of your knees to raise them, naturally making his hips flush into yours

there’s been so many times where you’d get interrupted by his schedule; the hours on the clock seemingly passing by so fast the next thing he’d know his manager is waiting outside

all those times he wished so bad that he could just put his job on pause

and finally now he could hold you and kiss you to his hearts content without anyone telling him to stop, it was the only thing on his mind for the rest of that plane ride

mark leans his forehead into the skin under your collarbone, so you slowly run your fingers through his hair again, the pads of your fingers massaging his scalp

a low groan emits from the back of his throat

it made you want his lips so bad

so you pull him back up to kiss his panting mouth

marks heart was hammering in his chest

jesus he loves you so much, he missed you so so much and he wanted you to know so bad; know that you deserved it, because you really really did, after all the things you’ve done for him and how patient you’ve been

“oh my god I love you” mark thinks out loud

when he lets go of your thighs to grip onto your waist, you hook them around his hips to pull him into a rhythm

mark could say those words to you more than a hundred times but it will never feel like enough

panting between the sloppy kisses he pushes you harder into the bed

you smile against his lips, “I love you too”

you slide a hand up the back of his shirt, fingers slowing tracing up the pebbles of his spine

it sends sparks across his skin

you wonder whether marks been thinking about this since the accident on the plane, it’s kind of funny to you; how needy the boy could get

the thought of it literally makes you laugh a little, interrupting the pace of your kissing

“what’s so funny?” mark says still trying to kiss at your lips, but when you can’t stop smiling he stops to look at you, propping himself up on his forearms giving you an annoyed look—such a cute annoyed look

with your other hand you rub up and down between his shoulders and biceps, everything he does is so adorable to you

you move your hand up the side of his neck skimming past his cheekbone to his ear, with a loving smile

then you pinch at his ear, tugging at it a little with affection, “you’re so cute” you give a quick peck to his glistening lips

his face softens and he sighs a smile at your response, you always say that

then he’s back to tugging at your lips lovingly

you welcome his touch again and respond easily at his warmth

once your shirt is off, a hand travels up your back to start fiddling with the clasp of your bra

you feel mark stop kissing you back to concentrate on his fingers

instead he nuzzles his nose into your cheek

a moment passes then you feel his face scrunch up against your skin, his fingers still playing with the fabric on your back

“I can’t—“ mark frowns propping himself up a little “how do you do this?”

his cute confused face makes you laugh

feeling wonderfully dizzy, you bring a hand to hold the side of his face so he can look at you, “relax,” your other hand moves to your back and brushes past his fingers, “we’ve got all night”

day +147 [8:17AM] 

you’re travelling back today, and everyone is awake, except mark.

so when doyoung turns up at your door with his sons the dreamies, they take it as the perfect opportunity to attack marks frail heart

under donghyuck’s orders, you all stand around the bed as jaemin carefully climbs into it to lie beside mark

once jaemin’s comfy, donghyuck gives you the signal

“baby wake up” you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh after saying the exact words donghyuck had previously directed 

when the oblivious leader wraps his arms around jaemin, like predicted, all of you get so close to bursting out in laughter it hurts your stomach: renjun clings onto chenle as a way of holding out his cackling and jisung slowly falls to his knees cringing in front of jeno who’s hands are tightly gripping the youngers shoulders

to add to the flame, jaemin nuzzles into marks embrace with a cute smile

it makes donghyuck slap doyoungs upper arm violently with a huge grin on his face and tears brimming his eyes

to top it off, jaemin calls for mark with the most affection and cuteness in his voice he can muster and waits adorably for a response

without opening his eyes, mark makes this really weird face and retreats his chin back with a questioning hum

he squints his eyes open scrunching his nose, clearly struggling to fight the sleep away, to see jaemin tucked into his arms

“oh my god!!!!!” mark immediately jumps away shoving the boy at his shoulders

the entire room bursts out in loud laughter; renjun bounces up and down as he shakes chenles screaming self, jisung whacks the bed with his arm as jeno squeals and scrunches his face up gripping jisung’s shoulders harder, and donghyuck and doyoung are jumping in each other’s arms as they violently shaking each other like mad

mark takes one look around the room and his pillow comes flying in your direction

but it doesn’t stop the laughter

“ya!!—sh” mark grits his teeth, his fingers curling in embarrassment in front of his face, then he slaps a hand over his forehead and falls flush into the duvets head first, “oh my god” he muffles into the sheets

“mark lee what!!—” donghyuck’s  voice is all high pitched and his laughter rings across the room “ what are you doing?!”

“you!!—“ mark throws another pillow in donghyuck’s direction biting his bottom lip from laughing because he wants to seem intimidating

then with a pink flush on his cheeks, mark launches himself over jaemins rolling body and pretends to violently wrestle with the giggling boy

later when doyoung brings it up over breakfast, mark wants to die right then and there.

“you should’ve seen his face!!!!!” donghyuck’s laughing all over again

“oKAY!!” mark waves his arms around, “okay!! okay, okay, okay end!!” he tries to cut off everyones laughter and moves away from renjun pinching his ears, “okay!!! that’s enough!!”

day +160, when he’s in his element

you watch mark scrunch his nose in thought as he tries to help jisung in the recording booth

one arm is comfortably slung around your shoulders offering you some warmth, whilst his other hand was filled with sheets of lyrics and notes

you stare at him dreamy; you love when he’s like this, it makes you feel all giddy inside

mark almost switches into a completely different person the moment he walks into the recording studio; his “work brain turned on” is what he says

he casually uses the hand that’s draped around your shoulder to scratch his chin and push his glasses up, his bare face leaning down till his cheek accidentally brushes the tip of your nose

but you keep quiet and stay unbothered because he’s still talking to jisung

you rarely see mark this serious and it’s just as much admirable as it is interesting— you almost forget how much of a stupidly cute klutz he is moments before you enter the room

“nervous why?” mark chuckles at jisung

jisung clears his throat into the mic, “I don’t know”

“come on, you got this” mark says with an upbeat tone, “let’s get it!”

once jisung starts recording again, mark removes his arm from your body to place both his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward in concentration

jisung is perfect this time round

it makes mark turn to look at you, his scruffy hair brushed away from his bare face

then he sends you a charming smirk, obviously very proud of his youngest, before standing up to go ruffle the said boys hair once he’s out the booth

when mark asks you why you don’t mind him dragging you to their recordings, you don’t tell him it’s because of exactly this

day +162 [1:45PM] 

you 1:45PM, we still meeting up?

you 1:45PM, I have your hoodie ;)

you 2:32PM, mark?

you 2:32PM, text me so I know if I should leave my place or not ????

you 3:15PM, ?

you 3:27PM, okay don’t worry!

you 3:27PM, practice has probably run over hm

you 3:28PM, thats okay :) I wont come today so u can rest

you 3:28PM, take care of yourself💗

day +170, when he forgets again

mark still isn’t back yet. he said he would be by 8PM, but it’s way past that hour and you’re sitting on his sofa flicking through films on the tv. the rest of 127 are here in their rooms, doing their own thing. it’s not weird though; you being in the dorms without mark. just quiet.

you sigh and look at the empty space beside you, you miss him. but he’s not answering his phone.

“he’s still not here?” you turn your head to see johnny holding a cup of coffee

“no,” you exhale defeated

“want me to call the other dreamies?”

“their phones are probably off too,” you shrug, “can you sit with me instead?”

johnny pauses to look at the front door, a hopeless expression etched into his features

it takes him a second to agree, “what film were you supposed to watch?” he takes marks place on the sofa after placing his mug on the coffee table

you shrug offering to share the blanket you had on

he pulls it over his legs, “want me to choose?” then he takes the remote out of your hands

johnny picks “the little prince”, a cute film

a cute film you ended up falling asleep to

soon enough, your head was limp on johnnys shoulder, your eyes shut and breathing slow, completely burnt out against his frame

johnny carefully pulled the phone from his back pocket: “11:43PM” it read

he glanced at your sleeping form, he felt so bad.

[New Message] johnny 11:44PM, where you at?

mark lee 11:45PM, srry just turned on my phone

mark lee 11:45PM, still practicing why?

johnny 11:46PM, you’re an idiot

mark lee 11:46PM, hahaha why

johnny 11:47PM, just come home already bro

johnny throws his phone to the side, mark can be so clueless sometimes

it’s hard to think mark doesn’t see it, when everyone else can, he can get so coped up in his own passion that it gets in the way of your relationship. 

these days you see more of the older members than mark.

you don’t mind, since you’ve all become great friends anyway, there’ll even be days where you chill with them when mark isn’t free, but other than that friday film nights had seemed to no longer be just a ‘you and mark thing’

honestly, you expected an extent of this busy life, you understood the path that mark had taken when getting into the relationship 

so you were well aware of the consequences. like being prepared to have a flexible schedule, because sometimes practice or recording might just take longer than planned and that was fine, for a couple of months

but for it to go to this extent— even johnny and the others were starting to be well aware of your sticky situation

johnny gazes down to your sleeping form

he frowns and purses his lips

it’s a difficult situation to get out of—difficult to even to talk about, and johnny feels like it might end up being his responsibility to step in soon if neither of you get things sorted out, it would be great if you guys had a simple chat about it

but from how things were looking, that chat probably wouldn’t be anytime soon

johnny felt bad.

so he decides to lend you his shoulder for a bit to let you catch up on some sleep before he sends you home

when mark and haechan finally walk through the front door, johnny is cleaning up the mess you both left on the couch

“she left” johnny says as he turns off the tv, “said she’s too sleepy for another film, she’ll text you tomorrow’”

then it clicks; mark remembers that it’s friday

meaning friday film nights

his heart sinks

“shit man” he scrunches his face up in regret, “I should call...” mark fumbles around looking for his phone

when he does call, you don’t answer

day +186, when he snaps at you 

with your hands full, you struggle to use your elbow to open the door to the practice room

music immediately blares at your ears once you’re inside, then you use the bottom of your foot to lightly kick the door closed behind you

mid-performance, the boys don’t stop dancing but instead make eye contact with you through the mirror, and you smile lifting the bags of food you have

despite the serious rehearsal, some of them can’t help but smile back too

except mark

“keep going” mark raises his voice over the music to his dancing members dodging past them as he walks swiftly towards you

“don’t stop dancing! I’ll just be on the sofa—“

mark grabs a hold of your forearm before you can walk past him, “what are you doing here?”

“I...” you were at a loss at his offensive tone, you thought it was obvious why you were here, “I brought you food?”

mark moves closer to you and leans down, his hand still on your arm, “we’re in the middle of practice.” his voice stern

“you texted me saying you guys were hungry so—“

“you shouldn’t be here.” 

your heart spikes at his harsh tone

unable to form even simple words you blink your eyes at marks exhausted ones

only then he realises his hostility

“I mean, it’s busy— we’re busy. right now.” mark sighs, his hand finally letting go of your arm.

“I can just sit on the sofa like usual..” but your voice trails off when you see mark frustratedly rake his fingers through his hair

“I’ll come back later then.” you say trying to retract your previous statement

“you know I don’t mean it like that” his eyebrows furrow, he’s not frustrated at you but himself

“no, it’s okay.. I’ll just, I’ll come back later”

the dejected look on your face that you try to cover with a fake smile makes mark feel terrible

his expression softens, “here pass the—“

“um if you could help me open the door, that would be great ..please” you say as nice as you can, trying to pretend his words didn’t hurt

mark retracts his hand away from the bags in your hand, “sure.” he mumbles

when the door closes behind you, you let out a deep sigh

“need help with the door?” a familiar voice calls out to you

you snap your head up to see jaehyun, who’s stopped to stand just in front of you, his sleeves were rolled up and hands were damp—toilet break, you assume

“no no, I’m going back to the car park,” you half smile, “thank you though”

“already?” he gives you a funny look as he pats his hands dry on his shirt, “want me to walk you there?”

“no you should get back to practi—“

“come on then,” he interrupts with a dimpled smile taking the weight off your hands, then he’s walking in the other direction

“what’s in these?” jaehyun asks once you’ve jogged up to him to match his pace

“chicken, I brought food”

he gives you the weirdest look, “they refused the chicken?” surprise evident in his voice

it makes you laugh, “no, mark told me to come back later, he said you’re all busy”

“oh.” jaehyun clears his throat nodding slowly

then neither of you speak until you get to your car

“I’ll take these back up,” jaehyun smiles lifting the plastic bags, “otherwise your journey will be in vain”

you open your mouth to refuse his kind words, but he beats you to it, “plus they’ll get cold”

you let yourself relax a little at his attempt to lighten you up

you expect jaehyun to walk back inside once you’re belted in the car but he lingers for a little bit at your door

curious, you roll down the window

after a long second jaehyun exhales “he’s just tired.” he says, and you know who he’s talking about

you give him a sad smile, “thanks jae”

day +187 [12:30AM] 

[New Message] Canada Lee 12:30AM, you didn't come back

Canada Lee 12:32AM, no, sorry

Canada Lee 12:32AM, its my fault.

Canada Lee 12:32AM, I didn't mean to yell at you like that

Canada Lee 12:33AM, I'm so tired and I'm sorry

Canada Lee 12:33AM, nvm that's a dumb excuse

Canada Lee 12:37AM, jaehyun just told me you went home alone

Canada Lee 12:37AM, you home safe?

you 12:41AM, yeah

Canada Lee 12:41AM, can I call you?

you 12:43AM, sorry

you 12:43AM, was just about to sleep

Canada Lee 12:44AM, oh

Canada Lee 12:44AM, okay

Canada Lee 12:44AM, yeah sleep, you must be sleepy

Canada Lee 12:45AM, goodnight❤️

you 12:47AM, night

day +200, when he breaks down

you happily swing open your front door to see an incredibly exhausted mark

his head isn’t held high like usual and his features have wilted from fatigue and stress

the adrenaline grip you have around the surprise present you have behind your back loosens, “mark..”

he gives you a sad smile, “hey” he sounds defeated

so you usher him onto the sofa, keeping the present away from his eyes until it’s safe enough to quickly stuff between a pile of coats

mark drops his backpack onto the floor and falls into your sofa with a puff, leaning his head all the way back

he’s completely worn out.

his muscles are weak from exhaustion and his brain is burnt out from stress; this week had been incredibly packed with shoots, rehearsing, filming, looking after the dreamies— mark hates to admit that it’s a lot to take on, especially because he doesn’t want to complain about something he truly loves to do

marks job is his hobby therefore he believes that he should be grateful no matter what

complaining won’t get him anywhere anyway

but you think it’s not so much about complaining or whining, you think he’s never able to accept when he’s too tired; he thinks too much about appreciating everything to its fullest, he ends up doing the opposite

like he tries way too hard to keep up with every opportunity life hits him with until he physically can’t because his body can’t take it anymore

don’t get it wrong though, you love when mark is able to show so much love and care for everything around him but

he doesn’t acknowledge how much it can take a toll on him

it’s dangerous because the exhaustion only really hits him when it’s over for the day

you feel bad. especially because on top of all of that mark still comes over to see you and uses what’s left of his effort to make you feel loved

you figure it’s best to leave the present between some coats and the cake in the kitchen; your 200th day isn’t that big of a deal anyway, right?

“are you okay?” you say into marks chest after he pulls you down to crash onto the sofa with him

you have a hand on his chest, fingers fiddling with his hoodie strings, and he has an arm wrapped around you, his heavy eyelids closed

mark just hums shortly in response, his deep tone vibrating from his throat

you listen to his soft breathing for a moment

you know how mark feels about ranting to you: he says he feels bad, like he shouldn’t have the right to because his job is everything he could’ve ever wanted

mark is so pure

this raw innocence in him that’s impossible to ignore

for a while you just listen to the soft rhythm of his breathing

being patient was also important with mark, sometimes he just needs time to collect his thoughts and reassurance that he can tell you anything

marks eyes are closed, you wonder whether it’s from exhaustion or in thought

“they won’t forget me right?” mark finally speaks up

it takes you a second to realise who he’s talking about but once it clicks, you move the hand on his chest to his waist and give him a squeeze, “mark you’re not leaving nct entirely, don’t worry”

“it feels like it” he mutters, then he feels you smile, “no really— seriously!”

“but you’re not mark, you’ll see them all the time. and trust me, how could they forget a leader like you”

mark sighs “I don’t want to leave them. I won’t see them as much.. it’s not fair”

you wait for him to continue

“I know they make fun of me and stuff but I’ll miss it, you know? and being the oldest for once.. it’s actually really fun. like it’s different with the other guys. I don’t know” he brushes his nose with the back of his finger, then sniffs

“I’ll really miss them... promotions aren’t even over but.. and I haven’t even.. um I don’t know— we—we uh don’t really talk about me leaving to be honest. It’s— I don’t know, kind of, you know like, kind of hard to—” mark feels a sharp pinch in his chest “—believe.”

you exhale, he must have been holding this in for a long time... like he’s been refusing to talk about the inevitable future from the start

you push yourself off of his chest so you can look at him

what you don’t expect is to see a tear running down his cheek, his eyes still closed

the air is almost knocked out of you at the sight, your heart stopping for that second

“oh mark..” you place a hand on his face to wipe his tears away

mark leans up and inhales shakily as he opens his eyes; they glisten with tears

it reminds you of the first time he cried in front of you; in that bathroom shy of any cameras and just two honest hearts

“why am I crying?” mark sighs a sad smile, “I don’t know why I’m crying,” then he starts mumbling stuff under his breath about how he’s stupid he is as his cheeks flush pink in embarrassment

“it’s okay mark,” you pull his face into the crevice your neck hugging his body tightly, “you can cry”

when mark hears those words

when he hears your soothing voice

he allows himself to let go completely into your arms, crying softly until he’s too tired to cry anymore and telling you things he’s never told anyone before

like how he really feels about leaving the dreamies behind, “they say that they need me but... I feel like I’m the one who needs them” he sniffs

you keep quiet and listen, often nodding to remind him you’re still listening as he speaks away quietly into your neck

mark goes off on a tangent once in a while, “one time we got revenge on donghyuck..” about things he suddenly remembers and sulks cutely into your shoulder about it

then he tires himself out like a baby; crying so much until he falls asleep

so you rub his back soothingly until you fall asleep too

mark doesn’t often do this, only when it really builds up in his brain and crashes over him and he can’t take it anymore

it’s as if he starts malfunction like a robot, like a reminder that he’s human too; because mark is always playing perfect to SM’s perfect expectations without a single complain like he’s unreal

you wish you could do more to help him

but mark thinks you do more than enough.

he thinks that he doesn’t deserve such a kindhearted person like you because there’s so much you give him that he feels like he can’t return

mark doesn’t even know where he would be if you didn’t let him hold you like this, or cry to you like this

it’s why he loves you so much

when you wake up, mark is gone

so you slug into the kitchen opening the door with sleepy eyes until you see then back of his form, standing frozen and looking down onto the table

“mark? I thought you—“

“what’s this?” he turns his body to reveal the cake, it’s red letters spelling ‘our 200th’

oh.. you forgot about that

“it’s nothing” you gulp shuffling past him to close the box over it again

mark watches you half in shock, half in frustration

“was this yesterday?” he stops you from putting it away, “why didn’t you tell me?”

you look at his confused face, his disappointing frown and slumped shoulders making you sigh

“you had other things to deal with mark, you know I’d rather you rest then celebrate this meaningless counting day thing”

“no” mark grabs your wrist and brings you closer, “it’s not meaningless, you should’ve told me!” he rubs his eyes with one hand

“it’s not a big deal” you try to dismiss it with a shrug, it’s best if you don’t add anymore stress onto him

“it’s a big deal if you bought this y/n” mark pulls you in by the waist so he can search your eyes, “it is a big deal”

you smile at him in hopes to calm him down

“oh my god I’m the worst boyfriend” mark scrunches his nose up in annoyance

“you’re not” you poke his nose

he pulls you in for a hug

“I am, I’m the worst, god I just suck,” he mumbles into your hair

you giggle into his chest and shake your head

“no really!” mark feels like he’s let you down one too many times now, and you’re always so patient and kind about it, “oh god and I cried to you yesterday— all I did was complain!”

“mark” you interrupt him

“I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you. honest.”

“mark don’t beat yourself up, I’m just happy you came over to see me okay?”

mark looks at you, his doe eyes riddled with worry. he bites his bottom lip, “okay”

later when you give him his present he almost punches himself in the face

day +205 [1:15PM]

mark seems stressed again, the 127 notes in his hands mixed with his ones for dream

this time his arm isn’t resting around your shoulders, instead he’s on the edge of his seat, hoodie sleeves rolled up and mind so focused on rehearsing his other recordings for another new album coming up

he chews on his bottom lip and taps his heel impatiently

so you rub his lower back in attempt to calm the weird feeling in his stomach

mark rubs his tired eyes, honestly it looks like he didn’t get much sleep last night

you speak up for the first time in the recording studio, “hey, you alright?” you know you promised to not disturb the sessions but marks expression made you really worry

mark turns to see a frown on your face, so he nods an unconvincing yes with a finger over his mouth; gesturing for you to stay quiet

but you don’t believe him, even his nod seemed exhausted

you purse your lips into a straight line, you’ll have to wait till after recording

mark just doesn’t want you to feel stressed because of him, it’s the last thing he needs. he’s got so many other people to worry about, and out of all of them he wants you to feel the least of the weight

day +213 [6:49PM] 

“mark you’re doing it again” you say fingers fiddling with his ear

“no I’m not.” mark denies quietly into your waist, his head was resting on your lap, face facing your stomach so he would lazily wrap his arms around your hips

you sigh, “I’d be stupid to think you aren’t stressed”

he’s been doing this a lot lately, back to his old ways when quiet mark meant sad mark

it was to “protect you” apparently, but you wanted to protect him just as much as he wanted to protect you

“so tell me so we can both feel better” you try to persuade the boy

he buries his face deeper into your shirt pausing before reluctantly giving you a muffled “okay”

day +227 [8:23PM]

“oh I’ve watched that already” you tell mark as he flicks through films

“what?” mark makes a funny face, “when?”

“with johnny” you say

marks chest twists

you feel him tense up a little

“okay, how about this one?”

“sorry mark.. but I’ll watch it again for you!”

“oh.” he tries to unclench his jaw, “no let’s pick one we both haven’t seen”

day +238, when arguing becomes more frequent

you plunk your phone down onto marks pillow, you’re lying on his bed waiting for him to finish up lyric writing

“come on mark lee I’m bored” you roll over a little and rest your cheeks on your hands, “join me”

he rushes to write something in the notebook on his desk, “one second” he drags out

“you said you weren’t busy”

“I know I just”

“just have to write them down before you forget them yeah yeah” it’s not the first time mark’s said that

mark stops and swivels his chair around to face you; quickly, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead a hand on the side of your head, then he whizzes back to writing on his desk

you sigh, “why did you call me over if you’re so busy?”

maybe you’re being a little selfish right now, but perhaps just once, you want to let yourself be. it’s always about working around marks schedule, and yes you understand why but maybe just this once..

plus, usually you don’t even mind; you let him do whatever and lie on his bed till he finishes up, sometimes even taking a nap, just as long as you’re in each others presence you’re grateful

but this time you’ve been at it for too long, rolling around in his bed and scrolling at nothing on your phone

“please mark” you whine

“baby wait” marks eyes never leave his notes

you sit up, “I have been waiting.”

he doesn’t respond

“mark?”

“maybe I should just go now it’s getting late” you swing your legs over his bed and stand to go grab your hoodie

mark swings around to grab your wrist, “wait, already?” he pulls you so you stand between his legs

“what do you mean already? it’s been ages mark.”

“I— I’m just.. let me um” marks thumbs rub circles into your hips but his eyes dart from your face, to the door, to his work

you sigh again, and bring a hand to the side of his face brushing your thumb back and forth over his cheekbone, “I’ll come over tomorrow”

mark lets himself nuzzle into your touch but stops abruptly, “I have a shoot tomorrow” he whispers

you drop your hand

“then stop writing please? and get into bed with me”

he hesitates, his mouth opening then closing again

“I’ll go.” you hate to pull away from his warmth

you’re about to open his door when—

“so what? you going to watch a film with johnny again?” mark blurts out

you almost can’t believe the words that come out of his mouth, “what?”

“what” mark can’t believe it either

“mark what did you just say”

he rubs a hand down his face, then wrinkles his nose “shit” he exhales, he wasn’t supposed to say it like that

“okay” he bites his lip

you wait

“okay listen I, um, okay it hurt me you know? like okay fine maybe a film or two but jesus y/n you don’t have to watch the whole universe with him” but his voice drowns out from the loud anger that starts to vibrate in your body

your palms start to sweat and your heart pounds in your chest, how could he bring something so stupid up? something so irrelevant.

especially when it was his fault.

“I watch films with johnny because I can’t watch films with you.” you interrupt his words

you can feel your eyes sting but you need anything but crying right now

“friday film night was our thing though!”

“yeah, until you stopped coming.”

“I can’t control my schedule! we talked about this before!”

“I know! but right now you can. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, and all you can think about is your notes or lyrics or whatever!”

mark sighs and gives his nose a quick wrinkle

“okay okay, okay I’m sorry but... just— my priorities...” mark immediately regrets his word choice

your heart squeezes in your chest, “what” you whisper

“priorities? oh great.”

“you know I didn’t mean that.” he mutters while you’re still talking

“yeah that’s great to know where your priorities lie.” you don’t let his words interrupt you

tears start to brim your eyes

“no, don’t cry y/n” mark stands up reaching out towards you, “don’t—“

“fuck mark” you dodge his touch, “I deserve to cry”

“please, I don’t want to fight again.” Mark, frustrated, rakes his fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.” he mumbles

you wipe a tear with the back of your hand

“look I’m sorry okay? so let’s not argue again, please?” he sounds fed up

“you just do things then say sorry, only to do them again! you can’t do that. things don’t work that way mark.”

you want to be stern, you really do.

“I’m sorry....” mark whispers, honestly he doesn’t know what else to say

“I know.” you turn away from his open arms and leave the dorm

day +240 [3:02PM] 

“it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve done that” marks hands hold the side of your face lovingly

his forehead against yours and nose brushing yours

you hum in agreement

“now quick kiss me again before the others come back” mark grins

day +251 [12:26PM]

[Incoming call] from Mark 12:26PM

“hey”

you don’t say anything

“this is so random I know.. I just.. I’m sorry. really this time. let me come over later, please” 

you sigh

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m back stage right now and I just— mark come on we need to go” 

you hear someone interrupt him

“say something ...please”

“...you can come over later, now go on stage. the fans are waiting”

you can practically hear his smile through the phone

“is that y/n?—“

“y/n!? where!? oh hi!!”

“okay!!” you hear mark shuffling away from the madness “now I’ve really got to go”

“good luck” you say

he grins, “let’s get it”

day +258 [4:37AM]

[New Message] Mark 4:37AM, I know you’re asleep but

Mark 4:37AM, we just ended dream rehearsals

Mark 4:37AM, I just turned on my phone

Mark 4:38AM, I’ll come over tomorrow

Mark 4:38AM, let me make it up to you❤️

day +261, when the arguing doesn’t stop 

“it’s not that I don’t want you here,” mark sighs in frustration

“okay so what is it?” your heart pounds fast in your chest, “I just don’t get to see you anymore?”

you’re both in the practice room, standing further apart than usual

you haven’t seen each other for the past week, barely even texted each other. because of his full packed schedule.

but the thing is, you try so hard, you are flexible with your times and you usually go out of your way to try visit him even if it’s at ungodly hours

but some reason mark hates when you do that

“it’s just too much!” his arms fly up in exasperation, “you can’t keep coming here past midnight! you don’t get enough sleep! you travel home at dangerous hours! I.. it’s just—“

“mark I don’t care.” you frown “if I get to see you I’m happy enough, stop pushing me away.”

“well I care! I get worried. then you end up falling asleep on our sofa god I feel terrible y/n.”

you inhale deeply, “what do you expect me to do then?”

“I— I don’t know” mark pinches the bridge of his nose

“when I go to your dorms your working on lyrics, when I go to your practice you refuse to let me in, when I offer to visit you at music bank you don’t let me! I don’t get it mark. how are we supposed to keep this relationship going if you’re not going to let me love you?”

“well you’re not the only one” he mutters under his breath

your chest spikes, “what do you mean?”

mark shakes his head

“no tell me—“

“it’s doesn’t matter.”

“it does mark! we need—“

“okay fine.” his voice raises a little

“you’re not the only one giving up spare time for nothing either.” mark sounds hurt. all the pain in his chest transferring into anger through the words that leave his mouth

you don’t understand

he can feel the hammering in his chest, “you hang out with the others more than you hang out with me.”

mark is jealous.

he tries to keep it in. he really does. but sometimes he fails to keep up with you and his brothers, like when you guys have private jokes that he doesn’t get because he wasn’t there, or when you get to watch all his favorite films without him

it’s not fair

“I hang out with them because you’re never there!” you’re shocked; marks words came out of nowhere.

suddenly the practice room door opens and the dreamies file in cheerfully, unaware of the situation

their presence stops the two of you from arguing any further

mark looks down at his shoes

you sniff away a tear

the dreamies chatter slows to a halt at the sight of you two, then they freeze, suddenly able to feel the tension in the room

“I should go.” you mumble, you don’t want to bring anything problematic onto anyone else

the younger boys watch as mark hesitantly takes a step forward to hug you bye, only to freeze when you don’t catch his gist and swivel on your heels to walk away

it was rare to see you two out of sync.

you pick up your bag from against the wall and stop to stand in front of them, “sorry, I have to go. something came up.” you give them a terribly unconvincing smile and they look at you with confused eyes

then before they know it, you’re gone.

the boys look between the door and their leader

mark chews on his inner lip. why did he have to say that? he sighs heavily, frustrated about the words he had stupidly let out of his mouth, then takes a deep breath in before looking up to face the younger boys

“kids come on,” mark calls them over, “it’s time to practice”

it’s almost like they forgot to move

“mark,” donghyuck says hesitantly, “you alright?”

immediately mark stitches a smile on his face, “yeah! of course” he puts one hand on jenos shoulder and then ruffles jisungs hair, “yeah I’m good”

renjun strokes the back of marks head near the nape of his neck; hyung really sucks at lying

“okay!!” mark claps his hands together in hopes to rid of their concerned faces, “let’s start practice!”

day +279, when it’s really over

“hey hey hey hey” the moment after mark opens the door his hands immediately come up to delicately hold your face, thumbs wiping the tears that run down your cheeks

he pulls your face in and leans down so his forehead can touch yours, “what’s wrong y/n?”

but you can’t bring yourself to say anything, so you avoid his doe eyes and look at your feet

mark tries to bring your face up with his hands, tugging you upwards carefully and then moving them to your neck in a panic

but you keep trying to avoid his innocent eyes

the warmth from his body presses into yours as he steps closer against you

his neck leans down so he can look into your eyes, “baby, what’s going on? hey hey look at me” he’s nuzzles the tip of your nose upwards with his

but you can’t look at him.

“okay, okay okay” mark grasps you close into a hug as he closes the door behind you, “come let’s sit down” then he helps you get to the sofa

you both sit face to face, your legs crossed and his each of his legs stretched out on either side of you, “you need water? I can get you water. should I find taeyong? oh my god tissues. you need tissues.” mark starts panicking

so you place a hand on his knee, “I just need you to listen” you give him a sad smile

he shuffles forward on his bum, “what is it? anything, I’ll listen to anything.” his eyebrows are knitted together

“you know I love you right?” you whimper bringing your palm to his face

“yes, I know” mark places a hand on top of yours and leans into your touch, “I know baby I know”

“I love you so so much” you heart twists sharply

marks face turns even more sour, his beautiful features tainted by stress and worry

“and I love you too” he comes in closer till your noses are almost touching “I love you I love you I love you” he repeats, lips trembling

mark thinks he’s going to cry, the weird pain in his chest wrenching his heart into an unfamiliar place

“mark I...” it feels so wrong “I..”

“you what y/n? what? tell me.” his eyes search your tear filled ones

“I can’t do this anymore” you feel like shit when mark leans back away from you a little

mark feels sick.

the feeling in his stomach makes his head spin

“what.. what are you talking about?” he mutters

“we ...can’t see each other anymore” you refuse to look at his pained expression

mark’s heart picks up in pace, pounding in his chest, his whole world crashing in front of his own eyes

god he feels nauseous

his body has retracted away from yours “I don’t understand.... I ..don’t understand”

“all this fighting, all this waiting.. I can’t do it anymore.” your voice is quiet

mark gulps, “no, I— no. we don’t have to fight anymore, I won’t fight I—“ he pulls you into a tight hug

“please no. anything but that. we— but we made up, we made up.” his words stumbling into the crown of your head

“yes we did. we always do. but mark, it’s so so tiring”

“I...” he’s at a loss for words

“I love you.” you whisper into his chest

“then don’t. don’t do this” mark squeezes you like you’re going to vanish, his voice weak

so you tell him everything, everything that makes your relationship almost impossible. not that neither of you were unaware of it; but it was harder to deny when you said it out loud, “it’s too hard. it hurts so much.”

he had to accept the truth at one point.

so you spend the next while telling him how difficult it’s been recently, and how no matter what either of you do, most of the problems are out of your control

marks heart wrenches, “no, there has to be a way. please I—“ but he knows you’re right.

he pulls you back by the shoulders so he can look you, desperately searching for something—anything— in your eyes

you look at his pretty face; his cheeks are flushed pink, tears brimming his puppy dog eyes and his eyebrows furrowing up in anguish

when you don’t say any more, his hands snake around the sides of your face and neck and his fingers slide into the roots of your hair

you bite your lip

marks teary eyes look down at your precious lips, then he leans forward to softly press his lips onto yours, just once

“this can’t be it.” he shakes his head in denial eyes shut tightly, “this can’t.” his lips trembling as he begs you

you purse your lips together, the tears nonstop down your cheeks

mark takes a wobbly deep breath in, “please,” his doe eyes stare into yours desperately, “please.”

he can’t think of anything but to kiss you.

so his lips come smashing into yours at thought of this being the last time

and you let him

you let him move one hand to the back your neck so he can tilt your head and bring you closer

you let him squeeze your hips in desperation

you let him flush his body against yours, his eyes shut tight and skin hot

all, for the last time

...

a little time after

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you look up from your buzzing phone with a smile to see donghyuck’s  sitting form ahead of you, “jeez hyuck I’m right here,” you throw your backpack at his back which makes him roll dramatically onto the grass

donghyuck inhales sharply, rubbing his arm like it’s going to fall off and starts to fake cry, “you brought me here to kill me huh?”

you roll your eyes, “you’re the one who said 3AM at hangang river,” you plop onto the grass beside him, “there’s a blanket in there” you add

he grins cutely and pulls it out of your backpack to stretch over the two of you

“I’m a high class celeb,” donghyuck huffs theatrically brushing off non-existent dust on the blanket, “I can’t be seen out at normal daylight hours”

you shove his arm in hopes to push the fake snobbery out of him

but he lets out a hearty laugh then leans a head on your shoulder with a sigh

nowadays you often hangout with some of the boys when they ask you to, at first you took a step back for mark to have some space, but you still found yourself in their presence 

they still wanted you to stay around—you’re all good friends now anyway, you were no longer just marks girlfriend

so when donghyuck messages you around 2am because he wants an outlet to his idol life, you willingly give him one

you echo donghyucks sigh then lean your head on top his, both of you looking out onto the dimly lit river, it’s nice

—bittersweet, you mean

when you’re with donghyuck or, to be frank, any of the other members, you think of mark. how it would’ve been if you didn’t break up— he’d probably be sitting with you guys right now, with his cute head on your lap and pretty eyes closed because you’d be playing with his ear.

it isn’t a surprise to donghyuck; he knows that you think about mark, everyone does, because they do too

when mark acts out, or goes unusually quiet they know it’s because he’s thinking of you. sometimes he’ll get so caught up in his own thoughts donghyuck has to hit him to his senses, it’s pitiful

it’s no doubt they all know why mark is like this, but it’s not something they discuss; partially because stubborn mark won’t let them and partially because it’s generally a sensitive topic for everyone

and it sucked

“he misses you, you know” donghyuck says quietly like it’s something he’s not supposed to say

your heart clenches at the thought of mark missing you too

“he’s different.” donghyuck gulps

then it takes him a while to speak up again, “do you think you could ...do something?”

you chew on your inner lip, you don’t know what to say

what can you do? you thought that maybe going him some time and space alone was the best thing for the both of you

perhaps it’s been too long; like you’ve left him to his own senses for too long that maybe it’s time you go back to build a new relationship as friends? you don’t know.

you sigh heavily

you hate how donghyuck is feeding you second thoughts

“hyuck....” you keep your eyes ahead, the ripples in the water annoyingly reminding you of mark, “I don’t know.. for us to move on.. I don’t know”

“maybe you don’t have to move on” he’s says that even quieter

you exhale, it’s difficult to say what could or couldn’t happen, because of course you miss him, sometimes so much it hurts

but it hurts more thinking about all the difficult times you had during the relationship

“maybe” you say but it doesn’t sound convincing at all, “maybe hyuck”

when he doesn’t say anything back you put an arm around his shoulders, “sounds like you’re more upset than he is” you say light heartedly giving him a little shake

donghyuck elbows your side and scoffs, “no, I’m just glad I don’t get to see your stupid face so often”

sometime after

“I’ve been meaning to return these, sorry” you hand mark a small pile of neatly folded clothes, “I washed them too don’t worry.”

mark didn’t like when you washed them before

“um, you can just keep them” he says pushing your wrist back towards you

you give him a weird look, “well, I don’t want them.” you think out loud

there’s a sudden unpleasant twist in marks chest

“I mean they’re yours anyway” you try to correct yourself when you see hurt flash across his facial features

as strange as it sounds, you and mark were standing in outside of your laundry room

and it felt weird.

it was such a familiar situation, something you used to find so normal whenever mark came over before—mark being in your apartment had never felt so strange

it was weird

you hand mark his clothes again, “mark, just take them. it’s not—”

“why did you invite johnny and jaehyun over?” mark suddenly finds himself blurting out

maybe it was the way you told him you no longer needed his clothes, or maybe it was the way he felt so different in what was almost his second home that suddenly made him say such harsh words

you’re taken back. “I’m sorry, what?” that came out of nowhere

“I, um..“ he runs a hand through his hair

mark gulps, “johnny and jaehyun.. they um, you invited them over...” he looks down at his feet

was that supposed to be a problem? they’re friends with you too. you’re a little offended.

mark says that as if he didn’t turn up unexpected. 

“then why did you have to invite yourself over? to my apartment. we were just going to watch a film—”

“that was our thing—“ mark looks up desperately at you

“‘was’ mark, past tense; we don’t do that anymore.“

“but still I—“

“it’s not even friday mark—”

“tomorrow!” marks desperate voice raises a little, “tomorrow is friday...” then his voice drowns out into a whisper

you sigh, “jesus mark”

you look at him properly for the first time in ages; his pretty face is sporting a distressing frown and his cheeks are powdered pink from adrenaline but everything else is the same

his soft gaze, his cute button nose, his perfect lips..

your heart races. but you don’t want to admit it.

“you shouldn’t have come.” you whisper trying to avoid his gaze, he shouldn’t have come, you repeat in your head to convince yourself that seeing him wasn’t a good thing

like habit, mark hesitantly reaches out to you, “I’m sorry,” but then he remembers you’re no longer his, so he retracts his hands

you huff trying to think of anything else but going back into his familiar arms, “why are you here?” your voice accidentally sounding fed up

you were supposed to have an honest night-in with his brothers—your friends— but suddenly he’s so casually turned up at your door with johnjae expecting you to welcome him with open arms

mark frowns, “I don’t know” he mumbles

he wanted to see you, see your face, hold you maybe— “I don’t know” he repeats briefly brushing the tip of his cute nose with his knuckle

earlier, when he heard johnny and jaehyun talking in his dorm about coming to your house for a film he immediately spoke out on impulse, saying that he needed to tag along

it was stupid. he knows.

but then it all happened so fast and soon enough he found himself at your door step for the first time in forever, struggling to say any words without slipping up and refusing his own clothes just because you washed them clean

mark doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore

“just, why?” you gaze over his furrowed eyebrows

“oh my god, I don’t know” marks hands fly to his face

your heart sinks at the tone of his voice

now is probably not the best time to start this conversation.

“okay never mind.” you exhale deeply, “let’s just go back.” you have to refrain from holding him, annoyingly you wanted to. “johnny and jae are waiting” you remind yourself as well as mark

for the rest of the night you try to make things less awkward and less tense in hopes not to ruin things for your other guests until they were finally ready to leave after a movie

“I’ll meet you down at the car park” mark says to johnny and jaehyun after you hug them goodbye by the front door

they look at each other, then at you, lingering in your hallway

“it’s okay” you give them a small smile, “I’ll text you later”

when they’re out of sight you and mark are left in an awkward silence

you cross your arms and shift your weight onto your other leg

mark clears his throat

“I’m sorry I came...” he starts, “I just—“ he wanted to see you. “wanted to say something” he lies

“well what is it?” you don’t quite understand? he could’ve texted you or called you, anything would’ve been more comfortable than him turning up at your apartment

mark heart starts pounding when he looks at your face, he bites his lip

you’re more beautiful than he remembers

his heart wrenches forward; he misses you so much

he never thought he could miss a person so much even when they’re standing right in front of him

you’re looking up at him innocently waiting for these words that were supposed to be so important he apparently had to see you for it

mark can feel his palms sweat, oh god what is he supposed to say?

you watch him gulp nervously, “mark?”

I still love you, mark thinks

“do you still love me?” he accidentally says out loud

more time after

“you sure you don’t want one?” taeyong tries to offer to buy you a drink again even though you’re way past the café and already waiting in front of the dreamies front door

“yeah of course I’m sure!” you laugh a little, “we’re already here”

but taeyong feels a little bad, “here.” he hands you his drink, “have some of mine.”

so, just for him, you take his generous offer

suddenly the door finally swings open

“taeyong? what are you—“ marks eyes meet yours

you choke

“mark?!” taeyong is as surprised as you are, “what—what are you doing here? I thought—you were with the others” he asks taking a worried glance at you

mark, shocked, can’t stop staring at you. as if you were unreal. the dreamies never said you guys were going to come, “I— no— I’ve been here...” he gulps

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand

“ty track!!!” chenle shoves mark out of the way to grab the bag of drinks out of taeyongs hands

“they’re here!! hurry up!! we’ve been waiting!!” you hear jaemin from inside

it takes a moment for mark to move sideways and hold the door open to give way to you both

you look at him

then look at taeyong

taeyongs iced coffee in your hand freezing your palm, “maybe I should.. come later—“

“no!” mark says a little too loud.

taeyong has to hold back a smile

“I mean” mark scratches the nape of his neck, “might as well come in, since you’re already here or whatever..” he mumbles

so taeyong puts a hand on your lower back ushering you to go in first and reluctantly, you do.

“sorry we didn’t know you’d be here,” taeyong says to donghyuck and mark, “we didn’t buy enough drinks.”

donghyuck looks just as surprised at your presence too, then he sends you an exaggerated brow raise as he mouths, “what are you doing here?” and points ardently to marks back from behind him

completely oblivious and unaware of donghyuck’s actions mark innocently speaks up, “it’s okay, we should’ve told you.”

“no no, share!” taeyong encourages the younger boys, “share them! me and y/n are sharing one already anyway”

mark eyes fall onto the drink in your hands, it’s only then when he notices the elders handwritten name on the side

“oh right,” you forgot you were still holding that, “sorry here” you pass it back to taeyong

you catch donghyuck facepalming, “what?” you quickly mouth to him

but he just annoyingly shakes his head in shame

you hate that boy

so, when you slump into the couch beside donghyuck, you secretly pinch the side of his thigh

“ow!!” donghyuck jumps

you feign a confused look on your face, “what?” you say, and he sends you a knowing scowl

“what the?” renjun gives donghyuck a weird look, “you okay?”

the boy tries to hold in his laughter with a scowl, “yep” donghyuck smacks his lips, “perfect.” he says as he nudges you with his elbow

“you want to share my drink?” renjun offers donghyuck, to which the latter happily agrees

“you can have some of my one,” jaemin pushes his drink towards mark

“I want taeyongs.” mark blurts out

taeyong affectionately squeezes the nape of marks neck as he laughs a little, could he be more obvious?

“sure, you can have mine.” taeyong passes his iced coffee to mark, “but I’ll share with jisung or there won’t be enough for the three of us.” he makes eye contact with you with a seemingly innocent smile on his face, before jisung gives him a sip of his drink

even more time after

you 3:05AM, hyuck

you 3:05AM, where are youuu???

you 3:05AM, your butt is never late

you 3:05AM, better have a good reason

you sigh and fiddle with the grass beneath your fingers, what’s taking him so long?

suddenly someone clears their throat behind you                            

the sudden presence makes you jump and snap your head around to see the culprit

you almost can’t believe your own eyes

“mark?!” you give him the weirdest look, “I— um— where’s— where’s haechan?”

marks tired eyes avoid yours, “he’s ...not coming”

“oh” is all you can say

mark takes a cautious step forward, “can I sit?” he gestures shyly at the extra space meant for donghyuck on your mat

when he moves a little closer you notice the bags under his eyes; he looks dead tired

“yeah” you bite your lip, you feel bad. it’s 3am and he’s still awake just to see you.

with your eyes fixed on the water ahead you feel him sink into the mat beside you

then it’s silent

for a long time you bask in each other’s presence. it feels like forever since the last time this happened.

it reminds you of times before and what it was like when you first met; like how you used to always sit together in a comfortable silence until he fell asleep, or how late nights like these always made you, simply, happy

you quickly glance at mark; his exhausted eyes are fixated on the water too

you can’t tell if this is the best or the worst you’ve felt in months.

with a puff you fall back into the mat a look up into the empty dark sky, you want him to say something

but being patient was always important with mark. you guess old habits never die.

your eyes shift from the boring sky to marks back, but when mark copies your movement to lie down beside you, your eyes quickly dart back up to the sky

you wish he would say something.

mark wants to say something.

but every time he’s tried to before, his words had always come out in the worst way possible

he can’t even think anymore

his brain is so burnt out from both the crazy roller-coaster of emotions and his full schedule packed day that he can’t even make sense of his own thoughts

marks annoyed. at himself. and the exhaustion that’s weighing his body down really isn’t helping.

he wants to tell you how shit it’s been without you, how much he regrets not giving you the love you deserve, how much he regrets that he even let you go..

but it’s all so hard to say out loud. he closes his eyes in frustration.

you wonder what mark’s thinking about

what made him come here in the first place?

a little part of you hopes it’s something you want to hear.

“mark?” but your voice just gets engulfed by the empty sky; you don’t hear him reply at all.

“are you going to say anything or...” your words slowly come to a halt when you turn to face his body

mark’s fallen fast asleep

and strangely, you can’t help but smile at him a little, it reminds you of the first time you met.

without much thought, you grab your hoodie from behind you. and as delicately as you can, you drape it over as much of his sleeping form as you can

you weren’t using it anyway, you tell yourself

unintentionally, your eyes drift over his peaceful face, past his closed eyes, down his cute button nose, to his soft parted lips—

you quickly sit up.

your heart’s racing against your ribcage

suddenly you feel mark shuffle beside you, slowly he rolls onto his side in your direction

his hand accidentally grazing against yours

then he finally speaks up for the first time, “don’t.. go...”

it’s quiet. but you definitely hear it.

you look back to check if he’s still asleep.

and he is.

marks peaceful frame moving so delicately with the soft rhythm of his breathing

your eyes stare down at his hand

you exhale

“I won’t” your fingers lace with his

prequel