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kooktrash · 2 years

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rewriting love ✐ kim taehyung AU

summary | when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

warnings |12.3K words, alternate universe, male comfort lead! Taehyung, parallel universe, angst, smut, college au, webtoon au, angst, soulmates? Au, cunnilingus, oral sex (f and m), raw sex, missionary, couch sex, soft sex, fantasy, multidimensional au, softie Taehyung, gentle Tae

05.17.22

“Weather forecast show signs of a heavy rainstorm traveling toward Seoul later tonight. Possible signs of a blackout due to the high chance of lightning and thunder. Please remain in doors until our weather advisory feels the storm safe enough to travel in.”

You kicked at the cushion below your feet, the news report cutting short your tv program. Your friend, Jina, was still on the phone, running around in search for her charger in her own apartment, “No! My phone is gonna die and if there’s gonna be a blackout then I desperately need my phone fully charged by midnight.”

You checked the time on your phone, reaching for the end of your charger and connecting it to your phone, “Do you think it’s going to be serious?”

“I don’t know but a new chapter always comes out at midnight and I wait all week long for this so I’m definitely not taking any chances with a dead phone,” she told you as she lifted her wire in glee that she found it, “I need to see if Taehyung finally gets the hint that Yoona likes him! You are reading it right?”

You nodded your head looking down at the small rectangular reflection of yourself on FaceTime and stared at your battery percentage, “Duh. If I didn’t you’d have me dead.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when your friend went on a rant on her favorite webtoon at the moment. ‘First Love 101’ is what it’s called. It’s cheesy and stupid and predictable but your best friend was obsessed with it. And since you were her only friend that can bare her nonstop chatter over the webtoon she begged you to read it too so you could talk about it together.

It was a simple story, nothing exciting or new but it was by a famous webcomic artist so it got the buzz. It was about this college guy, Kim Taehyung, who has had a rough upbringing journeying through school, romance, and independence. It was pretty boring and yet when a new chapter came in you couldn’t put your phone down.

Later on when Jia had ended the call to let her phone charge quicker you could hear the storm brewing. It grew louder and harsher with each passing hour closer to midnight. It was dark and the wind was heavily knocking against your windows. The lights went out around 11:00pm and you curled a blanket around yourself on the couch and let the darkness cloud you with your phone screen being the only source of light.

Around midnight, 12:01am to be exact, the newest chapter was released along with a text from Jia threatening to haunt you in your sleep if you didn’t read it so you began immediately.

Another boring filler chapter. The main character, Taehyung, spent most of it dragged along to some Karaoke bar with his best friend where they talked about school and girls and the usual.

Sometime during the chapter, the mix of darkness around you and all the stress from the day had you falling asleep with the phone in your hand. The storm had grown louder, lightning came down harder, and your building was hit on the rooftop. All unknown to you as you entered a deep state of REM.

The morning after the storm, an awful random storm that had come out of the blue kept him up all night. He woke early morning with a huge headache due to drinking the night before and lack of sleep. He shuffled out of his bedroom, eyes still half shut and hair sticking out every which way. He’d stepped out into the brightness of his living room with no energy for the day yet it had all changed rather soon.

The scream he’d let out had not been quiet or manly but he couldn’t help it. You jolted up, or rather down as you fell off the end of your couch. The blanket you’d had over you was wrapped in your legs as you felt around your carpet looking for your phone. Had you fallen asleep on the couch?

“Who the fuck are you?”

You rubbed at your tired eyes jumping slightly in your spot on the floor at the sudden scream that had woken you in the first place. Your eyes widened in shock looking around again taking in your surroundings. This was not your apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked suddenly eerily aware of the man’s presence and the strange apartment. It looked so similar to yours, same layout and everything and yet it wasn’t yours. He held his phone up ready to dial the number for the police at the sight of an intruder. A weird intruder at that.

“I asked you first, you’re in my apartment. Tell me or I call the cops,” he demanded and you caved.

“Wait don’t call the police, I’m Y/n. Hold on,” you stood up abruptly looking around again and taking your phone, “I’m leaving.”

He stood in front of the door, arms and legs spread wide as his bed head fell across his eyes, “Not until you tell me what you’re doing at my house. Are you a stalker? Robber? Drunk girl?”

You listened to him rant going over every worse case scenario possible and yet you still felt like the real problem was worse. He watched the stranger in his house shake their head no and he did the same shooing his hair out of his face as he listened to you ramble, “I don’t know. I don’t know, please let me leave and I swear to god you will never have to see me again.”

“How do I know that? You can be my personal stalker—“

“I don’t even know who you are!”

He was ready to argue again when he stared at the clock hanging above his couch just over your head. He cursed, “Shit. Fine. Go! You already made me late. I better not ever see you here again.”

So you did. The second he gave you enough room to open the door you ran out. You immediately looked at the door number. Unit 25D. Just like yours. Outside the complex looked just the same except the name. The name was different yet so familiar and as you looked around everything was the same yet different.

You texted Jia but your texts and calls didn’t go through, apparently the number was not active. You didn’t have service either [what the fuck?] so you went to the McDonald’s down the block and used free wifi. You checked your socials which didn’t exist so you made a new profile. You searched Jia’s username on everything and it didn’t exist or someone else had it. You tried your parents, same problem.

You didn’t have your wallet or your keys since you’d fallen asleep on your couch and woke somewhere new. All you had was your ID which had been in your phone case. You used Apple Pay to pay for a cab ride to Jia’s address but the building was different and when you asked the office for her room number they claimed no such resident existed in their records.

So your only choice left at the end of the day was to return to the place you’d waken up. Not necessarily your apartment but see if you could recognize enough of your surroundings you might be able to see what happened. You refused to get scared and make this weird dream seem true.

Taehyung was tired and annoyed. His day had started on the wrong foot from the storm to the weirdo to being late. Then he had an exam he completely failed and his best friend Jimin was begging him to go out again.

He’d just gotten off the bus, not even both feet in the pavement when he froze. There you stood, head in hands still dressed in the clothes he’d seen you sleeping in. With a roll of his eyes he couldn’t help himself from speaking, “I thought you said I’d never have to see you again.”

You looked up, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes in annoyance. Listen, you’re so fucking confused and you have absolutely no idea where to go and also nothing to say. You sighed, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what happened and I really wish I could explain it to you but I can’t.”

He opened his mouth to speak but instantly shut it when you continued, “I’ve had a shitty day. I have no one to talk to. I have no where to stay. I’m not even in the building so can you just leave me alone?”

His brows furrowed. Were you crying? Slow and cautious he came to sit down next to you rather awkwardly as he spoke, “If you promise not to kill me in my sleep you can stay at my place for a night.”

He was always a sucker for tears—even in his intruder.

Morning came and went similar to the night before minus the screaming. He’d left to his room immediately after giving you blankets and reheated leftovers and that was the last you saw of him. In the morning his tea kettle jolted you awake and when you checked your surroundings nothing changed.

You wanted to scream, literally scream because nothing made sense. He stood in the kitchen with an awkward smile, “I realized I never gave my name. It might be pointless…”

He scratched the back of his head forcing himself to ignore how stupid this probably was, “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung I mean.”

You gave him half a nod not fully processing what he’d said. And when he did go through you almost laughed. Funny… that’s the exact same name as the main character in ‘First Live 101’.

Well, also he kind of did look like the sketches, and hey the apartment kind of looked like it too—Wait…

You looked back to him as he hurried around the kitchen making himself tea and you took your phone out. Immediately you opened up the webtoon and skimmed through the chapters small things here and there. The clock above where you slept. The mole under his eye. The teacup Pomeranian that had been jumping on you all night.

“Oh shit,” you cursed out loud looking down at your phone. He looked over to you clearing his throat, “So uh, what did you mean last night when you said you had nowhere to stay?”

He was coming closer, hair damp from a shower and mug in his hands. He checked the time, he wouldn’t have class for another hour so maybe he could help you find somewhere to go. He ignored his phone with texts from his friends.

jimin: let’s ditch the lecture and have a longer lunch?

yoona: are we still meeting in the library before lecture? I’ve got something to tell u

When he came close enough to you to see the unlocked phone you’d set down on coffee table. His brows furrowed at the sight of the webcomic and without thinking he picked it up. Before you could react he was scrolling.

Oh god. He looked up at you, then back down, then back up at you, now to the phone, “You’re a freak.” He rose to his feet, “D-did you write this? How do you know all this? H-how… I’m on here. And my parents and Jimin and Yoona a—are you a stalker?”

“No! No! It’s uh, it’s not mine,” you rose to your feet in defense, “I just… I—I can explain but it won’t make sense.”

So he listened and he waited. He listened to every word you said, showed him every chapter in the comic that had been released so far.

“You could’ve broken in! You could’ve been watching—“

“Taehyung please just think! How would I have gotten in if your front door was locked, surely not from the balcony. And how would this know exactly what you’ve said to others, thought, anything. How would I know that if we’ve never met?”

“This isn’t some parallel universe.”

“Is it?”

So you showed him the entire thing, you were limited to just what was offline and when you explained to him everything that was happening it was almost like he’d believed you. He’d grown more sullen as time passed by that he’d missed his first class, no all his classes asking you every possible question to get your story to crack. It never did.

“Fine!” He groaned pointing an angry finger at you, “You can stay for one week. If we don’t find a solution I’m calling the cops for real this time and I’m telling them that a crazy stalker broke into my house. Okay?”

He didn’t go to any of his lectures today, instead he went out for lunch and brought back food. He set it out for you and him on the dining table as you continued to scroll endlessly on his laptop looking for some sort of answer. He place a bowl of rice in front of you, “Eat Y/n, when’s the last time you ate?”

Yesterday afternoon when he gave you those leftovers. You hated how comfortable you felt around him. This was a character you’d grown to love because of your best friend and now he was standing in front of you. From the way the last chapter had ended you could assume Yoona would confess finally and he’d be getting into a happy relationship. Here you were complicating things.

“Nobody has asked where you are?” You asked suddenly reminding him of all the messages in his phone and this time he forced himself to reply.

jimin: way to ditch without me

taehyung: something came up

yoona: hey r u not coming?

yoona: it’s been half an hour did something come up?

taehyung: yeah sorry I couldn’t make it today

taehyung: but what did u wanna talk about?

yoona: I rather talk in person

yoona: can I come over later?

taehyung: yea bring ur backpack maybe we can study :)

“Sorry this is all I could find,” Later Taehyung came back with a t-shirt and sweats. You too then thankful and left to the bathroom where you showered and got cleaned up. Fuck. This was so weird. You shouldn’t be here.

Taehyung stared at his reflection in the entrance mirror. A comic book character? A male lead in a romance novel. That’s a funny joke. The man who can’t pick up hints in a romance novel. Who was supposed to be his love interest? You wouldn’t tell him.

Not that it mattered. That wasn’t the pressing issue. The pressing issue was that he was not a real person. Not to you anyway. He pinched his cheek, he felt real.

His doorbell rang and quickly enough he was answering Yoona, “Come in, sorry its a mess.”

He hurried to pick up your shared trash and led her into the living room. He didn’t hear the shower stop running. Yoona let her backpack slide off her shoulders as she looked around, something felt off. “It’s fine, are you feeling better?”

“Huh?” He asked coming over to join her on the floor, “What do you mean?”

“Well isn’t that why you missed?” She looked to him waiting for a response. You opened the door to the bathroom, undergarments folded into a ball as you let your hair air dry. Yoona’s eyes locked with yours as you looked over to the living room. Taehyung followed her line of sight and rushed to his seat. Shit. He clearly didn’t think things through.

“Y/n! Here let me show you where the hamper is at,” he mentally cursed himself. Why did he tell Yoona she could come over?

You let him lead you to his bedroom, “Taehyung, t-that’s Yoona.”

He nodded still a little taken back by how you knew that, “Yeah. She said she had something she wanted to tell me.”

You stood still despite his hand tugging your wrist to head back out. His brows furrowed, “What?”

“Oh God,” you sighed out. Was she going to confess to him now? No. No. You shouldn’t be here. If Jia finds ou— “Go out there. I’ll wait in here.”

“What? No that’s weird, come on,” he ignored your protests as he tugged you back out. Yoona was twirling his short hair around her index finger when you came back out. Her eyes takes over your wet hair to your work out tee and loose sweats too long to fit you. You were just coming out of the shower and clearly wearing Taehyung’s clothes. What was going on?

“Sorry Yoona this is Y/n,” he looked back at you as you refused to join them on the floor, “She’s uh, she’s a friend of mine.”

“Hi…”

“Hello.”

Taehyung was completely blinded to the sudden tension in his room. Though to be fair his character had been designed to be clueless about Yoona’s feelings for him. Still, you weren’t going stand in the way of it. “So Yoona,” Taehyung began, “You wanted to tell me something?”

Yoona blushed nodding her head as she refused to meet his gaze, “Yes, but it can wait.”

And that was your cue, “I’ve got a call to make if you excuse me.”

Un-fucking-believable, he thought. Once Yoona had gone after their uneventful study time after claiming she’d forgotten what she wanted to tell him he’d retreated to his room. Obviously some time had passed but he hasn’t expected to walk in to you sleeping on his bed! Rolling his eyes he reached for the covers and draped them over you, turning the lights off and taking the couch for himself tonight.

When you awoke it was to the sound of running sink water. You stretched along the length of the most comfortable bed you’d ever laid in and took in your surroundings. Once again you were here. Your eyes squinted under the light peaking in from the bathroom. Taehyung stood at the sink brushing his teeth and washing his face. Suddenly more alert you jolted up accidentally knocking your phone off the nightstand.

He looked over to you as he finished up in the bathroom and came out, “Sorry, I was trying to be as quiet as possible but I’ve gotta get ready for my first lecture.”

“‘S okay,” you pushed your hair behind your ears. Why were you still here? What of your own classes? Your own friends? Your own apartment? Where was it all and why couldn’t you figure out how to leave this place. The mix of homesickness and loneliness came together forcing tears to fall out of your eyes at the thought: what if you were stuck here forever?

He listened closely to the sniffle you’d let out, immediately he came to your side, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soothing, rich and deep yet tender. He watched as you wiped away at big crocodile tears and he couldn’t help but break at the sight. He hated seeing someone cry and now he’s seen you in tears twice.

“Nothing, sorry,” you cleared your throat looking around, “Am I in your room? Shit sorry, I must have fallen asleep an—“

“Y/n.”

You looked over at him as he brushed a hand over your hair, his eyes bored into yours, “We’re gonna figure out what happened, okay? I promise I will do anything I can to help you get back to your own life, er, story?”

You nodded thanking him for his efforts and he just smiled seeing the redness from crying slowly begin to dissolve. He stood up carefully as he let the hand that had been in your hair drop, “I already missed yesterday so I can’t kiss today. There’s some quarters on the kitchen counter if you wanted to go to the laundromat to wash clothes. I know you don’t have service but if you need to reach me give me your phone, I’ll give you my Instagram.”

When he left so did you. He watched you from the bus stop begging to know where it is you’d go but you said you didn’t know. Only that you couldn’t just sit around and wait for something to happen. In reality you knew where you were headed. The name of the publishing company of the webtoon was somewhere in Seoul. Even if the name would be different maybe the address shall be the same. Maybe you’d find some answers there. There was none though. The building here was a newspaper company with no recollection of any writer here with the same name as the author of the webcomic.

“I can give you the number to a fellow online publicist. It’s a small company but maybe they know what you’re talking about,” the secretary at the front desk had written down a number for you.

Taehyung couldn’t focus. He listened in on his lectures but nothing stuck. He kept looking at his Instagram for any updates from you but there were none. He believed you for some reason and even your socials told him he should. No followers, no posts like your account was new. He was your only follower. He wanted to DM you, ask if you’ve found anything but he didn’t want to rush you. He just wanted to see what you were doing. He’d given his extra key in case you returned to the apartment but he still hadn’t heard anything.

“Taehyung, hello do you not hear me?” Jimin ruffled his hair, or attempted to as they left their last lecture, “Come on, let’s go meet Yoona for dinner.”

“Okay,” he mumbled looking back down at his phone as if it’d get you to give him even the smallest hint of what you were doing. It was strange. You’d broken into his house, maybe, and told him this crazy story that he was forced to believe even a small amount. There was no explanation either for anything else to make sense so he was stuck with this thought.

Jimin paid close attention to the way Taehyung kept looking at his phone, “So Yoona tells me she went over last night. I’ll act like I’m not hurt that I wasn’t invited if you tell me who the chick that slept over was.”

Fuck it. He was going to text you first. He couldn’t keep waiting around. He was a little scared for you. You say everything looked the same but was different. What if you got lost? What if you already went back and he didn’t even get a goodbye? He’s spent two days with you now and he’s maybe ready to go home later and see if you were still there. He began to type before Jimin snatched his phone out of his hands, “Is this her? Let me see her profi—there’s nothing! What did you make her up? Why are you her only follower?”

“Give me!” He snatched his phone back and quickly sent you a private message as he spoke, “She’s a friend.”

thv: how’s everything going?

“What friend?” Jimin rolled his eyes, “I know all of your friends. Plus, Yoona says she had just finished showering and wearing your clothes. And that she’d gone to your room to sleep!”

You replied.

y/nl/n: good !! I got the info for a guy who might be able to help

y/nl/n: I’m gonna go see him soon

Jimin went on, “Are you seeing her? Look, you know I don’t care but I’m just upset that my best friend won’t even tell me when there’s a girl he’s seeing. And what about Yoona?”

“What about Yoona?” Taehyung was already typing a response. Him? What do you mean him? Who’s him? Is this him safe? How do you know him? Who told you?

thv: where I’ll meet u there

“I’ve gotta go,” Taehyung looked at the small cafe he was supposed to be having dinner with his friends at a small cafe near campus. He could see the reflection of his childhood friend in the window. She sat by herself staring down at the menu when his phone dinged.

y/nl/n: nooo it’s ok :) u have already done enough

He clicked his tongue as Jimin shook his head, “No, you’re not going anywhere.” He guided Taehyung, “Yoona was pretty upset last night since she wanted to talk to you and you invited her when you had some girl over.”

He wanted to object but couldn’t. You’d already said he didn’t need to go even if he really wanted to. And yes maybe he shouldn’t let Yoona come over when you were there but to be fair he didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. What did Yoona have to say that’s so damn important?

“And I’ve got a test to study so for now I’ll leave you two to it!” And with a final shove Taehyung stumbled inside with Jimin’s push and the bell above the door rang and Yoona saw him. He quickly responded to you and with a sigh joined his friend.

thv: r u sure? pls text me if anything happens

“Tae! Where’s Jimin going?” Yoona had asked despite already knowing. It was her who sent him off anyway. Still, Taehyung slid into the seat across from her not pulling his gaze away from his phone, “He said he has a test.”

He waited for your reply but it never came. He forced himself to listen to what Yoona had to say. It was a whole lot of nothing, unable to hold his attention with small talk. He’s heard it all before. Of course he has. He’s been friends with her since they were in preschool. They know everything about each other’s. He knows what scares her at night and what kind of cookies she likes. He knows how she is after a heartbreak and when she’s mad.

The same could be said about her knowledge on him. She knows what makes him sad and annoyed. She knows the kind of girls that throw themselves at him and how he’s too blind to see it. She assumes that’s what you are. Some random girl he’d gone to for some affection and she hated it. She was right here. Right in front of him and he couldn’t see it.

And yet she let him leave without telling him the truth. He was so distant during dinner that she couldn’t even bring it in herself to confess when his mind was clearly elsewhere. She’d have to hide her time like she’d done in high school with his one other girlfriend.

He was out the door faster than the waitress back with their receipts. He went straight to his place—well not exactly, he stopped at the store and found some things you might enjoy. Just small things like a toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, your own slippers. He had no clue how long you’d be stuck here and you were so obviously unprepared.

He got back to an empty apartment so he waited. And he waited.

And he waited.

He awoke to a loud thud. You’d tripped over your own two feet when you came through the door early morning before his alarm even went off. He’d fallen asleep on the couch. When had he fallen asleep on the couch? He scared you too when you caught him on the couch. He ran his hand over his face, “W—Did you just get home?”

Home. The word had slid off his tongue and he was too drowsy to notice. You’d forced all thoughts of your home out of your head as you took in his stated. Disheveled hair. Jeans. Backpack at his side and a plastic bag full of things. Had he been waiting up for you?

Shit. You were cautious to come sit next to him, “Yes, sorry. He lived all the way across town and by the time we finished researching it was super late. The last bus wasn’t coming anywhere near this way so I had to find a hotel to sleep at for the night. I meant to let you know but I didn’t want to bother you in case you were bus—“

“You could’ve still at least told me!” He didn’t mean to sound so unnerved, “I’m the only person other than this stranger who knows what’s going on with you and you hadn’t even bothered to tell me if you’d come back. Why didn’t you? You could’ve at least let me know you were safe.”

“I’m sorry,” you let your head fall staring down at your lap, “I should have let you know.”

He sighed sitting on the edge of the couch as he reached for the bag of necessities, “No, no it’s okay. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just don’t want you to think you have to do this all alone. I know it must difficult so I hope this helps. It’s small but since we don’t know how long you’ll be here…”

You stared down at the bag peeking inside. A loofah, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothbrush, house slippers. You smiled, “Thank you. I was actually going to head out and buy some clothes. Can’t keep wearing the same thing.”

He looked down at your once clean clothes clearly worn out by a day or two. He left to his bedroom with another loose t-shirt for you. He told you he didn’t have class today. He only had three today and two were cancelled while one was moved to online. He could work on it whenever so he asked to join you when you went out this time. He told himself he was curious, what was the comic like? He wanted to see it again.

You only went to a couple stores to get the basics and Taehyung only joined you for one. He found the bookstore across the street more interesting than when you left to buy some more undergarments. He joined you again for lunch and you went to some restaurant just a couple blocks down. He couldn’t hold in his laugh as his straw poked his upper lip, “Was I really that clueless?”

You nodded your head laughing alongside him as you waited for your food. You were currently discussing chapter 5, an earlier chapter when Taehyung was in his first year of college. One of his seniors was trying to ask him out for some drinks under the pretense of getting close to her juniors but was so obviously flirting. Taehyung had completely brushed her off only to return home thinking about how he’d dream of a cute girl like her giving him her number. You spoke, “Yes! Sometimes you make me want to throw my phone because of it! All these girls that are into you and you don’t notice a single one!”

He chuckled dryly looking over to you as you combed your hair out of your face. Was he really that blind to a girl’s advances? Did he really not notice a single one of them? Why did he notice you so easily? Since the first morning when he’d woken up to you sleeping on the couch you’d taken majority of the space in his thoughts. First, how crazy of a stalker of you to break in. Then, how crazy you were for saying he lived in a webcomic. Or how he believed you. How he saw you cry and ached for you. And he especially noticed when you never came back last night.

For the first time since this started [only four days ago] had he seriously feared the chance that he really might never see you again. If you poofed into his world out of the blue, who is to say you won’t leave it the same way?

Due to the sudden change of thought he cleared his throat, “Can I see more?” You passed him your phone, his hotspot powering your internet and he let everything load.

With furrowed brows he checked the cover again. It was like someone had draw his face down to the exact placement of his beauty marks. Same with Jimin and Yoona. Apparently there were four supporting character but he’s to meet the other two. The index was a photo of the ‘characters’ as you told him. He was in the middle with a small box of his description.

‘Kim Taehyung | college student | DOB: December 30th | main character’

Your phone dinged in his hold and the notification read clear as day, ‘FIRST LOVE 101 UPDATE’.

“Hey, I thought you said they only update once a week,” Taehyung passed you back your phone as your brows knitted together in confusion. The server came and set your food in front of you and you leaned back on your phone. They updated every Monday, it was Thursday. They shouldn’t be updating right unless this was a special announcement. You quickly clicked on the latest chapter, ‘EP. 36: the mystery girl’.

Yeah okay. Way to be subtle, you thought as you scrolled through it. There was no way. No fucking way.

Your expression had him on edge, he took your phone back and looked down at it himself. If he didn’t believe you yet, now it was certain what you’d been saying was the truth.

It’s everything that’s happened this week. The storm, you in his apartment, except there was one thing that was different. You didn’t talk about him being a webcomic character. Instead you said you were to be his guardian Angel to find a girlfriend.

A what?

He nearly spit his water out as it traveled to the back of his throat clogging his airways and having him on the edge of choking. He scrolled, there was his talk with Yoona and Jimin. Yoona looked different, especially in the scene where you’d just finished a shower. She had these strange marks on her red cheeks when she saw you. Her brows had been furrowed and there was a red cloud around her. Was she jealous? Was that what the drawing was supposed to say? He scrolled again, and again, and again. The comments came next and he read them.

@___: no way! a love triangle?

@___: mystery girl from a parallel universe???? when did this turn into some scifi novel

@___: yoona is jealousss

Your phone slid out of his grasp hitting the table with a smack. He cursed apologizing profusely as he passed it back to you after close inspection that it was okay. He sank into his chair when you’d said it was fine and huffed, “So it’s true then? I really am… some cartoon?”

Without thinking you reached for his hand over the table. He couldn’t stop his chest from tightening at the gesture as his lips parted with a light gasp. Your hand was over his, holding onto him as your eyes stared into his. He let his hand move a little only enough room to turn in your hold and squeeze your hand back. You smiled warmly, “No. I think we both know you aren’t a cartoon. I think… I—I haven’t told you what I learned yesterday.”

You aimed for a distraction. You didn’t want him to think about his current situation. He smiled warily, “What’d you learn?” His thumb ran over the expanse of where your index and thumb knuckles met. You weren’t pulling away and neither was he.

“Well, it was this man named Kim Namjoon,” you started off already digging in to your food as you explained, “He’s apparently some sort of theorist of sorts. He has strong beliefs in multiple universes and uses a lot of astrology to base his ideals.”

He nodded his head, not cause he understood but because he wanted you to know he was listening. He poked at his meal with his free hand as you went on, “He was saying that there’s been resesrch linked to signs of a multiverse and ‘Dimension Jumping’. He thinks that’s what happened to me.”

“Something with the storm and the lightning creating electrical currents strong enough to open a portal and something to do with quantum physics that I cannot explain,” you kept going not slowing down to see if he was following, “He thinks that it has something to deal with the apartment. He says it’s closest to some satellite tower and has a lot of energy around it. The energy pulls in the electrical currents from the storm and forces a portal from my world to yours. You say it was raining for you to on Monday so maybe that is why it pulled me through. We both had a very similar experience with weather in a very similar apartment with an almost exact location to the other. If this is some sort of alternate reality than it is very possible that you are not just a cartoon.”

“Okay, so if I’m not actually some sketch, how does this comic exist? How did this new chapter just come out with everything we have gone through?” He pressed feeling you tug your arm back. He let you even if he was reluctant to do so. You clasped your hands together and leaned toward him like this was some sort of secret. It was.

“He thinks there isn’t an actual author for the webcomic. He thinks, it’s a way to connect my world to yours the same way you might watch a movie or dream of a new place. The universe has so many different realities and it only has a limited amount of ways to connect us all together. Similar to the Mandela Effect, a false memory—or well false reality. Maybe in this world there’s a connection to mine too,” you explained, “Probably not to me but maybe one of the books you’ve read has been about someone from my world who others believed had been from here.”

You clicked your tongue suddenly disheartened, “He thinks my best bet is waiting for another blackout. A heavy storm that can power off enough electricity to only focus its energy on any sort of technology if in the right placement. He says that there’s a chance that won’t work but if I do everything the exact same way there’s a chance I might be able to go home. Except I have to wait until another storm.”

“That could be weeks from now.”

“I know,” you sighed looking down again, “But if his theory is right than time might not even be affected the same way. A week here might be an hour there. A day there can be five minutes here. We’re not sure that time follows the same rules.”

And as crazy as it sounded it made sense. You hated that it made sense. You were still convinced this was all a dream but you’d hate for Taehyung to only exist in your head. You liked him. Not in that way but you definitely had a new appreciation for his character—his personality you mean.

Honestly, it was also the only thing that could explain everything too. With as much as you feared the reality of how large the universe was, you couldn’t brush this feeling of smallness. You really were only a small part of the universe on a small planet of billions and billions of people. A small spec in time—barely.

By the time the weekend rolled around you were starting to get the hang around this version of Seoul. Names were different but places remained the same. You spent Friday roaming around, Taehyung had class so you very obviously had nothing to do. You checked your bank account and funds were running unbelievably low. Since you had no idea how long you’d be trapped here you had to limit your spending. It also meant you couldn’t offer Taehyung much help when he went for groceries.

On Saturday the two of you stayed in watching movies all day. You got to see him smile and laugh, and for once you realized the comic never got his smile right. It was always small and covered yet Taehyung smiled widely with a boxy grin. His voice too, so unexpectedly deep and calming. And even if he never picked up hints he was very attentive to you. It’s like he could read you perfectly and always knew what to say. It was so different than the character that had been drawn out. You almost forgot you only knew of him what you read.

You almost imagined you two being an ordinary duo from opposite genders just trying to hang out, be normal. Almost.

There was someone at his door. They knocked loudly, voices on the other end loud and clear, “Hurry up and open the door Taehyung!”

When he left to open the door you thought long and hard over what you’d learned from this Kim Namjoon. He was as close as you were gonna get to help and you couldn’t just ignore everything he said. You heard the numerous voices coming from the door but you refused to turn. You were thinking about the update. The author always released new episodes at midnight every Monday. This update was during the day on a random Thursday. Clearly it wasn’t the author’s doing but the universe trying to make sense of what went wrong. Maybe you did need to follow along, help Taehyung get the girl or pass the class. It was all you could do till the next storm anyway.

You wondered what Jia thought of the new update. She expected to have Yoona confess to Taehyung but it hasn’t happened yet. Why hasn’t it happened?

That’s right. Taehyung’s been busy helping you. Well shit.

“Now who do we have here?” Jimin was the first to speak and you very obviously didn’t need an introduction from him even though he gave you one, “I’m Jimin, Tae you didn’t say you had company over.”

“This is Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat as he rounded the coffee table to sit by you again, “Y/n this is Jimin, and you remember Yoona?”

It was weird for him too. He obviously knew you knew who his friends were. You’d been reading about them for a few months now. You flashed the two a shy smile as they sat on the floor by the table. “So, uh,” Taehyung looked over to you before talking to them again, “What are you guys doing here?”

His glances toward you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends and you were suddenly reminded of how the story is supposed to go. Yoona and Taehyung are supposed to be together. The author has hinted at that for weeks now but since technically there wasn’t an author anymore was that still supposed to happen? You caught sight of Yoona looking at skeptically and you shuffled a little away from Taehyung in your seat. You promised yourself you’d help give him a happy ending like the story was supposed to go.

“What do you mean? It’s a Saturday so obviously we are here to get you to go out with us,” Jimin glanced to Y/n, “Feels like we haven’t hung out that much this week.”

You sunk into your seat pretending to be busy on your phone. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “I think I’ve seen you too much this week.”

“Taetae come on, just a few drinks?” Yoona tilted her head to the side hoping to get him to agree. It always worked, flashing in ice to eyes and batting her lashes. She ignored you sitting right beside him and put her attention on him. He let out a sigh as he slumped back like you, shoulders pressed against each other, he looked over to you, “Do you want to?”

Yoona opened her mouth to speak but Jimin nudged her under the table. Jimin has tried everything in his power to help his best friends get together and yet here you were, some new stranger taking Taehyung away from them. He didn’t like it either. The three had been inseparable for so long and he didn’t like that the first sign of someone new Taehyung starts to drift away. You looked back to him, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Shit. Duh. Of course he knew that. He was ready to tell his friends no when you spoke, “You go ahead and go… I’ll probably just head out.”

Head out? He thought, brows knitting together in confusion and he wanted to ask you where. He’s confused. Where were you gonna go? It was late, already dark out, so

What were you even thinking? You’re not going out right now. He stood up, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Without waiting for a response he took your hand in his helping you out of your seat and leading you into the privacy of the kitchen hidden behind a half wall so his friends couldn’t see or hear him.

“What do you mean you’ll head out? Where would even go?” He asked feeling the warmth of your hand begin to slip out of his grasp and it took everything in him to not reach back and hold you again. He was whispering again, “I won’t go out. I’ll stay with you if we can’t go together.”

You shook your head taking a step back when he took one forward, it confused him. Was he crossing a line or something? He watched as your lower lip was tugged between you teeth biting down on the subtle plump flesh, “Taehyung go with them, it’s fine. I’ll find a hotel—“

“But why?” His voice rose just a note higher, “Why do you wanna leave?”

You looked toward the time on the stove, it was already late but you’re sure there were still a lot of places open, “They might get the wrong idea, yknow? Didn’t Yoona see me here the other day too? She might think it’s weird that I’m still staying here…”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice called out, “Come on it’s getting late and the lines will get long. What are we doing?”

“Just give us a minute or go without us!” Taehyung shouted back a little more agitated than before. He looked back to you, “What wrong idea? You are staying here.”

“I know but they might think there’s something between us,” you clarified and he rolled his eyes, “I don’t care.”

He took your hand again and led you back to his friends, “Y/n’s staying with me and she didn’t bring any clothes to go out in so I think we’ll just stay home tonight.”

“Home?” Jimin let his brows knit together trying to understand, he plastered a smile onto his face, “Uh, well, if you don’t wanna go out with us then…”

You took your hand out of Taehyung as you jumped to speak, “No! No! Taehyung if you wanna go out… I can just go out in whatever.”

“Are you sure?” He asked and you just nodded. You took the clothes you had put away in his room and went to get changed. Taehyung came in shortly after as you tried to brush your hair, “Y/n, if you don’t wanna go out we don’t have to. We can stay here an—“

“I want to, plus I would feel bad if you didn’t go with your friends,” you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Ordinary jeans. Ordinary shirt. Ordinary hair. “They’ve missed you.”

So the four of you went out. You tried to ignore the way Taehyung was paying more attention to you than anyone else. He brought you a drink, he kept to your side, he made sure to bring you into the conversation, everything. You didn’t want to think about the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he reached forward to brush a stray hair out of your face with a smile, gentle and kind.

Yoona watched you two closely. What was going on? Who were you? Why hadn’t Taehyung ever mentioned you before this week? If you really were his friend wouldn’t Yoona know who you are? She knew all his friends. She definitely didn’t know you. And why were you at Taehyung’s again? Is that really why Taehyung’s been sort of distant this week? They’ve always been so close yet the last couple days she’s felt like Taehyung has just brushed her off. She’s tried to confess her feelings for him and now she’s hesitant about it. Did Taehyung like you? He definitely seemed like it and it was driving her crazy.

Who were you to just come out of the blue and take her Taehyung from her?

“So, Yoona, Taehyung tells me you’re a dancer?” He didn’t actually tell you that. You read it, you remember Taehyung going to see her recital in chapter 15. She’d blushed beet red when Taehyung had taken her flowers and she stood between him and Jimin for a picture.

She rolled her eyes when you spoke but a part of her blushed. Taehyung talked to you about her? [No, he didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that]. “Dance?” Taehyung looked over to you again a sudden idea coming to mind, “Y/n come on, let’s go dance.”

And you were gone. Yoona and Jimin watched in confusion as Taehyung tugged you along behind him. His arms wrapped around you and they watched as you two danced together. His hands going down to your waist pulling you closer as you swayed to the beat of the music. He was smiling at you, different than she’d ever seen him smile before and it hurt. Why was he only focused on you?

“Who is she?” Jimin was at Yoona’s side, “I swear I’ve never heard him mention her before and then all of a sudden it’s like she’s all he could focus on.”

“I know,” Yoona sighed, “I don’t get it. I thought we were getting closer.”

Jimin frowned, he pitied Yoona. She was the youngest of the three so growing up Jimin always felt like he and Taehyung were her protectors. They cared about Yoona and Jimin hated seeing her upset. She told him how she loved Taehyung and Jimin had promised to find a way to make her happy. And here you were ruining it.

He loved Yoona but she loved Taehyung, and he cared for her happiness more than his own.

Taehyung poked your sides again smiling whenever you squirmed fighting off a laugh, “Taehyung! Stop!” He held you close not caring about the bodies around him dancing to a song he wasn’t listening to. His hands were around your waist and he was so tempted to just keep you in his arms forever. Never let you go back to your home and keep you for himself.

It scared him a little. How a complete stranger he’d met barely a week ago was suddenly so involved in his life. This week he’d woken to your pretty face almost every day, and he never realized how alone he’d been before you. He knows he’s only known you for a few days but you were together a lot, he thought about you a lot, and he’d never met someone as crazy as you. Everything you’ve told him and he believed it all. He believed you. You were exciting and different. So new to him and he hated how easily he’d fallen for you in such little time.

Without thinking he’d been moving closer, eyes focused on the softness of your lips when you smiled and his eyes fluttered shut. You could feel the change in the air, could see him begin to lean and fuck did you want to kiss him. You seriously did and you hated it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t even supposed to exist in the same place and yet here you both were. In such short time had he provided you care when he gained nothing from it. If anything all you’ve done is put a strain on him and his relationships with his closest friends. You could tell by the way they watched your every move.

So because of that, you’d turned your head, his nose and lips brushing against your cheek. He felt his chest cave, heart beat fast and unsteady suddenly aware of what had just happened. You just rejected him. He just… he just tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it. What was wrong with him? What made him do that? What was he thinking? Your hands were on his chest pushing him back just a little, “I think we should get back to your friends.”

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and nodded. Embarrassment seeping through his veins as he cleared his throat forcing himself to move on. It was stupid of him. How could he ever think that could happen? You were different from him. You knew that and he was the idiot he pretended you weren’t. He let his bad thoughts take over, wishing you’d never return home so you could stay with him and it led him to act on impulse. Stupid.

You got home late. You checked the weather app and your eyes widened. You went in search for Taehyung as he pushed the key into his apartment. He wasn’t talking to you, he’s embarrassed he’d do something stupid again and you felt bad. It’s not that you didn’t want to kiss him. Obviously you did but you also couldn’t push the reality of things away. He was not like you. You weren’t like him.

“Taehyung,” your voice was soft and gentle and he hated how hopeful it made him. Like you’d suddenly change your mind and choose to stay with him. Idiot.

“There’s a storm on Monday.”

He went to class on Monday even if he didn’t want to. He wanted to spend the day with you, in case it really was your last day but he couldn’t bring himself to. He thinks it’d hurt too much if he did. Jimin tried talking to him throughout the day but he couldn’t listen.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jimin asked suddenly annoyed by his friend’s behavior. Taehyung spoke, “I think Y/n’s leaving.”

“She’s going back to her place?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jimin chuckled, “You get your place back, you don’t have to worry. I know she was your friend but you were so different last week. You’re acting like you’ll never see her again.”

He glared at Jimin. He never has felt angry with his friend, ever. But right now he needed him to shut up. He’d never understand. He’d never get how you quite literally changed his entire perspective on his own existence in that short week and opened his eyes.

Everything in his life had been planned, drawn and mapped out. From who his friends were to his childhood, his education, his fucking dreams. And he blindly followed the path, the hurt and stress from his own life was all for entertainment. The universe’s entertainment. He scoffed, “You don’t know anything.”

His voice was bitter. His chair skidded across the floor of the library echoing inside and he was storming off. Angry with Jimin. Angry with you. Angry with his life. Everything.

You were the only thing in his life that hadn’t been planned and you were leaving.

When he came through his front door you were shocked. You rose to your foot, “Taehyung… your home early.”

“I… Y/n,” he stood in front of you, “I’m sorry for the other night when I tried to kiss you. I’m sorry that I did that and that I was mean to you when we first met.”

You shook your head, “No no it’s okay. I’m sorry, I came here and I’ve ruined your week and wasted your time and I’m sorry. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be with Yoona and she was supposed to confess and I ruined that by being he—“

“I don’t care about Yoona!” He cut you off making you jump, “Just… just let me say what I have to say.”

You nodded embarrassed with yourself. He paced back and forth trying to form the right words in his head. What was he going to tell you? He took a deep breath, “Listen, this last week has been the weirdest, most unbelievable, out of the ordinary shit I’ve ever been through. A stranger was in my house. Told me the craziest fucking story I’d ever heard. Made me believe in things that just didn’t make sense. Multiverses. Webcomics. Psychics…”

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself. “You told me everything that had ever happened in my life, you read it. Read it!” He scoffed, “Some character in a romance novel, me! I’ve only had one girlfriend before and you tried telling me I was in a romance book!”

“I’m sorry…”

He was in front of you again, “For what? I tried to keep in how that made me feel. How I seriously couldn’t comprehend how I… wasn’t real? How I couldn’t make any decisions on my own and that my whole had basically been a story.”

“And it made me think. Was anything in my life really mine? My friends? My apartment, my parents? Or were they all just stuck with me because that’s what the author wrote,” he took a deep breath, “And that made me mad because nothing had ever been up to me. Not the people I was friends with or the sports I played. Nothing.”

“But then you came along, and it was different. You were different,” he scoffed as he vented, finally getting off his chest, “You were exciting and I’d never met anyone like you. You cried in front of me, I just wanted to keep you close, keep you to myself. It was like I had a secret, something that was just mind but I knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. You don’t belong here, I know that. I know that something bad could happen if you don’t return…”

“And it’s like I had never felt what you made me feel. Nothing had ever felt so strange and unsure before. My life was so ordinary, same friends, same things day in and day out but you were just so weird. Everything you said, everything that happened. I’d spend hours looking at myself trying to see what was it about me that wasn’t right. What was me and was the author’s design. I’m supposed to be with Yoona, I got that already when I read the comic. Everything was leading up to it,” he ran his trembling fingers through his hair, “But I don’t care. Why does everything in my life have to be decided? I’ve never felt for Yoona what I have felt for you in just one week!”

“You did this,” he took a step toward you, “You ruined my perfect life and I know I shouldn’t but fuck, I think I love you.”

“Taehyung…”

“I know! I know I shouldn’t,” he sniffled watching the sun begin to set, storm clouds covering the sky in gloom, “But I can’t help it. I might never ever see you again. I might not even remember you but fuck, I really want to. I love you Y/n, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t. We weren’t made to be together but I am going to miss you so fucking much.”

The corners of his eyes glistened, a tear falling and you could feel the stream of coolness slip from your own too with each tear drop that fell. His heart broke at the sight. He didn’t care if tears fell from his own eyes but instead of how he was clearly upsetting you, “It’s just… you are going to be able to go back and read that comic and see me and I won’t have anything of you to keep. I don’t want to forget you.”

You weren’t thinking about what you were doing when you reached for his face cupping his cheeks, “I love you too. It’s crazy because I’ve only known you for a week but I know I do. And I’m going to miss you like crazy. No one had ever been so considerate of me as you. I don’t want to leave but I’m also scared of what will happen if I don’t go back home. I might never get a chance again.”

“I know,” his forehead rested against yours, a tear of his landing on your cheek, lips brushing against yours when your noses nudged each other’s, “I hate that I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to let you go but I know that’s me being selfish.”

You looked up at him, the hurt in his eyes that mirrored the ache in your chest. Fuck it. You didn’t care if he was supposed to be with Yoona. You would possibly never see him again after tonight so you couldn’t stop yourself from acting on impulse.

His eyes fluttered shut when your lips touched his again, he tucked a hand under your chin and deepened the kiss. An explosion of electricity coursed through his veins and he was letting his tongue explore your mouth. His hands were on your waist pulling you against him, scared you’d go right at this moment. The storm began, he could hear the cracks of lightning but it didn’t stop him. It was still early. He still had time.

He pulled away to catch his breath, eyes studying every detail in your face. He was desperate. “Can you be mine? My little secret for one more night,” he trailed off, drawing you back into a kiss, poking his tongue at your lips. You let him right in, your tongues dancing with each other as he pushed you back against the couch until you legs hit the cushion falling back. Finally he drew back, the two of you gasping for breath. “I love you”

“I love you too,” you confessed again glancing down and away, a dark crimson blush flushing your face.

Another, more sweet smile crossed Taehyung’s face that you’d grown used to. “Come here,” he pulled you forward, you sat drawn into his kiss when he pulled away to get a good look at you. He wanted to remember everything about you. He pulled on your shirt tugging it over your head and led you back down. He took your sweats off next as he moved down slightly on the bed and pulled away your panties, already darkened with arousal.

His breath hitched feeling the strain in his own pants, “You’re so beautiful ” he let out another low, shaky laugh. You reached for his shirt and he let you pull it off but stopped your hand before it reached his pants. “No, I want to take my time with you, remember everything about you that I can.”

Dipping down further, he spread apart your legs kissing along your hip bone, breathing in your scent tracing every soft curve. You inhaled deeply when he went lower, soft kisses against your hooded clit. He smiled against your skin, tongue sticking out to begin lapping at you, your sweet taste already coating his tongue. “I want to remember everything about you” he hummed as you released a soft moan due to his gentle kisses against your clit.

You were sensitive, the anticipation making the feeling of his ministrations intensify tenfold. “Taehyung!”

Smirking as well as he could while still eating you out, Taehyung confidence was returning to him, relaxing knowing you were in his arms. Moving to suck at your clit momentarily, extracting a whine from you, he stuck his tongue deep into your heat, causing you to shriek as the pleasure spiked.

Head hazy with lust, you were barely able to speak as he went on, switching between deep, penetrating licks, broad strokes across the folds of your sex, and teasing sucks of your clit. More of your slick poured into his mouth, and he was drinking it down like a starved man, driving you to a peak more intense than you had ever felt. This wasn’t your first time and neither was it his but everything felt so new, so sensitive.

As your noises got more and more shrill, less and less words coming out in favor of them, he knew he had you on the brink. Feeling you tremble, whining as he pulled away, causing you to snap back to focus.

He was quick in removing his own pants to show his hard, eager member standing at full attention. “I want you to cum with me,” he jeered, teasingly tracing a finger across your pussy to elicit another gasp.

You huffed, pulling yourself onto your knees and he took your spot on the couch. His hand was stroking his member, hot and heavy in his hands eager to be inside you. You lowered yourself between his legs, letting yourself get as close to his member as possible as his breath hitched. You let his member run along your face licking a stripe against his member even over his hands. He moved his hand away when you took hold of him letting the precum that dribbled out of his slit to coat his member. He bit into his bottom lip when you began to wrap your lips around the head.

Taehyung groaned warmly, as you swirled your tongue around his tip, drawing back to lick up and down his whole length, switching rapidly between long licks, sucking on the tip, and kissing it all over. Your lust had you feverishly worshiping him, getting all manner of grunts and gasps from the man above you, his hand caressed your way. Precum weeped from his tip as you continued your assault, humming at the taste on your tongue.

“Y/n,” his voice was breathless, “Slow down baby, please?” he whined, gripping your hair to yank you away from his cock. “Lay back down…” he begged, easing you back into the couch, “I need to be inside you.”

Shifting forward so his form loomed over you, he pushed hair out of your face as he lined himself up. “Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes softening.

Nodding, you let him spreads your legs further as he made himself comfortable between them. You both giggled and a sudden rush of happiness filled you. He licked at his dry lips leaning down to capture your lips with his before pressing in, moaning together as pleasure like lightning coursed through you both. “Fuck , Y/n, you’re so…warm” he panted, barely able to restrain himself from moving. He’s had one girlfriend before in his life and has slept with a total of three women before but this felt new and exciting to him.

“Taehyung, please move,” you gasped in reply, the fullness unlike anything you had ever felt.

Taehyung began a rough pace from the get-go, slamming into the tightness with vigor, a need to provide you pleasure.

You felt like you might combust, but you didn’t dare to ask him to stop, as that was the absolute last thing you wanted. You were going to miss him so damn much, you just wanted everything he’d give you. His pace was relentless, his hands grasping every part of you he could touch wanting to feel you everywhere.

“I…I don’t want you to leave” he huffed, unable to keep his breath steady with little effort. He bent down, locking lips with yours cutting off your moans. Your arms wrapping around his neck so he couldn’t back off, not that he’d ever dream of it. You were putty in his hands, and you melted into the kiss with a passion sucking on his tongue with a desperation that he met hungrily.

You clenched around him, his rock-hard length put into a vice-like grip as you gasped, “I’m gonna—“ he kissed you deeply, “Let go, please, I want to feel—ngh,” he cut himself off when you tightened again as you started to cum, your orgasm building up like an itch that exploded as he hit that one deep spot that drove you wild again and again. Taehyung pulled back from your kiss to pant out his warning. “Y/n, I’m s-so close, where-”

“Inside!” was all you could say before kissing him again, humming as he groaned into your mouth, hilting himself as his cock pulsed, dumping rope after thick rope of cum into your depths, his load beginning to drip out of you before he was even finished. He’d lifted your hips off the couch just slightly to anchor himself with you until you both came down from your high.

Finally he felt himself struggling to breath and it forced him into breaking your kiss once more so you could both gasp for air. Withdrawing his now flaccid length, he looked down to see a flood of white pour out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect—” he panted, flopping onto his side next to her.

“I love you,” you said through gulps of air, the aftershocks of your orgams still running through you.

“I love you,” he repeated kissing the tip of your nose as he yanked on the throw blanket draping it over the both of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist watching the lightning from the storm illuminate your face. He looked up at the clock. 11:34pm.

So close to midnight. So close to losing you. He rested his head on your chest cuddling into your warmth.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to.” He fought back the lump in his throat as the truth became in front of him, “Just let me hold you until you do.”

It was quiet again. He took his t-shirt to clean up the mess between your legs gently, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“What?”

“Nevermind it’s stupid,” he shook his own thoughts away. You turned in his hold to face him better. He smiled when you kissed his forehead feeling into your touch. You sighed, “No, tell me. It’s not stupid.”

“It’s just,” he licked his lips nervously letting the loud cracks of thunder and heavy rain cut between his words, “I think you’re my soulmate. I think that the universe brought you here for a reason. It was fate. Had to be. And even if we can’t be together, I think I was supposed to meet you.”

You captured his lips with yours, eyes closing feeling super drowsy. He let you fall asleep in his arms, phone open and on the comic, letting himself sleep with your warmth.

His breath caught in his throat jolting him awake. He was alone, the sun shone brightly in his room. It felt like a big hole was in his chest, empty, a giant void. He could feel himself close to falling apart.

He reached for his phone that lied on a paper, a paper with ink writing on it that he picked up.

‘Please don’t ever forget me :) you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You fell asleep before I wrote this so I wanted to let you know one more time that I love you and that you should check your phone. — love, y/n”

He grabbed his phone, unlocking it and pulling up his tabs finding the most recent app. The camera. He clicked on his camera roll, a tear slipping from his eyes as he stared.

It was a picture. He was asleep in your arms and you had your lips pressed against his forehead. He smiled, salty tear slipping into his mouth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You jumped, rolled off the couch and fell on the floor. You squinted at the bright sun feeling around your phone, “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ finally!” Your best friend, Jia, shouted immediately jolting you up, “She finally did it! She finally confessed and Taehyung. That little shit!”

“What?” You rubbed at your eyes taking in the sight of your apartment, suddenly foreign to you.

“You didn’t read it? Go look!”

You went to the app, brows furrowed. No.

You scrolled, it was gone.

The chapter for ‘mysterious girl’ was gone. The one you’d read on the night you went into the comic was gone. It was like you never left. Jia would’ve been worried if you were gone. It was the 18th of May. O5.18.22.

You read quickly. The chapter was ordinary. Yoona met up with Taehyung at his place to study wearing the same clothes you met her in. You weren’t there. She confessed to him and he…

He rejected.

‘I love you Yoona, but not the way you want me to,” A word bubble above Taehyung read, “I have a lot of things to learn about myself. I feel like I don’t even know who I am and I want to take time to choose a life for myself that I can love.”

The chapter ended with an ‘Instagram’ post from Taehyung.

thv: I hope u don’t forget me either

And a note from the anonymous author. No longer anonymous.

‘A letter to the fans of ‘First Love 101’:

I have decided to discontinue the comic, a sad ending for all of the fans but it was something that must be done. This has turned into a story of self discovery and self love. A love that should always come first. And Taehyung is at a point to take his own path and I, as his creator, has no right to continue to control him. Therefore, this is the end.

— Sincerely, the author of ‘First Love 101’, Kim Namjoon.’

::.

DISCLAIMER

none of the pics here are fanart. They’re a filter on prequel called ‘cartoon’ lol

also idk hope this doesn’t flip cuz it was fun to write

but also it probs doesn’t make that much sense lolllll

#kpop #kim taehyung #Taehyung smut #bts #bts smut

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espressokiri · 3 years

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Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family.

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered.

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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doeilovr · 3 years

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《　a fool for you 》

ROCKCT AU

Pairing: Drummer Doyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Words: 1.8k words

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It wasn't your first concert - no. You've been to many, sitting in the audience countless times to admire whatever artist was pouring out his heart on stage. But this was different to the classical concerts you've been to in the past.

This was way out of your usual comfort zone. And funny enough you just now started wondering how your friend had even convinced you to come here in the first place.

Jaehyun was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, always supporting you and always spending his free time with you.

But unlike you he had other friends too, friends that had other interests. They were kind of the exact opposite from not only him but also you - or so you thought.

You held Jaehyun's hand tightly as he lead you through the crowd closer to the stage. Loud music was roaring in your ears, you fought the urge to hold your ears.

"They already started", Jaehyun shouted in your direction. "Just enjoy yourself, I'll be right back."

You stood right in front of the stage, the people around you cheering and shouting in excitement. The lights were still out, only a loud melody was heard.

Finally as the stage lights turned on you saw them - Jaehyun and his friends. Five guys that wore either a little too much leather or a little too few clothes for your taste.

You recognized Xiaojun, who was the second singer in the group next to Jaehyun. And you recognized Jungwoo, who Jaehyun hung out with very often and who was an absolute god on the bass.

Yuta, the guitarist was who most of your classmates - mostly girls - talked about. Actually, now you kind of understood their obsession.

And then there was the - wait did he look at you? Just when you thought your mind had played you a trick the drummer's eyes and yours met again.

You didn't know him at all, but he had black messy hair which hid his eyes a bit and what seemed like a smirk, playing on his lips.

He looked ridiculously good in his black jeans and white tank top.

You were intrigued, a strange feeling was building in the pit of your stomach and you quickly averted your gaze, looking at Jaehyun instead.

The concert went by fast, you could really feel the energy of all the boys and the lively crowd.

After the show as the regular music set in again and most of the people left, you still stood at the front of the stage, waiting for Jaehyun who went backstage to change.

You leaned against the stage, watching the people slowly making their way to the exit.

"You're a new face", a male voice spoke from behind. Almost startled you turned your head to find the drummer crouching down next to you on stage.

"It's not like I've seen your face before either", you shrugged, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. He let out an amused chuckle, silently watching you.

"True." His dark eyes were burning into you and you felt a bit trapped under his gaze. "Did someone force you to come here or was it your own decision?"

You chuckled, looking around the room, "No one forced me, but it's not my usual scene either." You smiled unconsciously, thinking back to the time Jaehyun asked you to come and see him and his band live.

"I wouldn't have guessed", he let out a deep chuckle. You turned your head to meet his eyes, letting out a sigh at his teasing comment.

"Kim Doyoung", a loud voice echoed through the room, making both of you turn your head.

Kim Doyoung.

Yuta walked over to the two of you, Jaehyun right next to him. "Did you enjoy the show", Yuta asked, smirking at you.

"Yes, I had a good time actually", you smiled, Jaehyun shooting you an 'I told you so' look.

Doyoung brushed his hair back, his eyes still lingering on you.

"Should we go out for drinks", Yuta excitedly suggested, throwing an arm around Jaehyun.

"Can't", Jaehyun countered, "I drove us here, so I'll drive us back", he added, grinning at you. You were glad to call Jaehyun your friend, since he always took care of you no matter what.

But nevertheless you felt like you were holding him back from having fun. "No, Jaehyun. You should go and hang out with everyone. It's fine, I'll take the bus."

Before Jaehyun could protest Doyoung spoke up next to you. "I'll take you home."

You looked at him, his piercing eyes quickly finding yours. Everyone around you seemed to stop talking, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Would that be okay?" Jaehyun put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Sure", you nodded, feeling uneasy at the thought of Doyoung taking you home.

There was something dangerous about him, something that told you to stay away.

After a while you found yourself in front of the building, the others having already left. You were waiting for Doyoung who had to grab his bag from the backstage room.

You leaned against the wall just staring out into the night. A few drunk people passed by, girls you recognized from the concert earlier.

A group of boys walked up to you, you could barely make out their faces in the dark.

"You got cigarettes?" One of the boys pointed at you, clearly tipsy. You quickly shook your head, hoping they'd quickly leave you alone.

Of course they didn't and stepped even closer. "Wanna come with us", another one of the boys spat out with an evil smirk. "We could have some fun together."

You swallowed, "no I'm good. Now would you please excuse me I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You lied and you were pretty sure they noticed, you just sucked at lying.

The boys chuckled dangerously, one of them stepping even closer. You tried to back up more, but your back already hit the wall.

"That's very rude", the boy countered, visibly annoyed.

"Are they bothering you?" A familiar voice came from your right and you turned your head to watch no other than Kim Doyoung step out of the dark.

"Can I help you", one of the boys barked, now all the attention on Doyoung.

Doyoung chuckled, making you wonder what the hell he thought was so funny. "Yes, do me the favor and leave. Now", he hissed. You could tell it was a threat solely from the choice of his words. On the outside Doyoung looked as calm as ever.

"And who are you to tell me to piss off", the boy spat back. Doyoung walked past him and stopped next to you, his arm quickly finding its way over your shoulders.

"I'm her boyfriend."

You shot your head to the side, looking at Doyoung in confusion. You wondered if he had heard you mentioning that before?

The boys didn't argue any longer and walked away, Doyoung's staying close to you until they were really out of sight.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung's expression had changed, his eyes looked a lot bigger and sparklier than before, for a moment it even seemed like he was pouting. Or maybe that was just your imagination.

"What? Yeah, I'm okay", you mumbled, stepping away from him.

Maybe it was because you were still nervous about the encounter with these rude boys, but maybe it was also just because of Doyoung. Whatever this strange feeling that spread in your stomach was, it made your heart race and your mind go blank.

"Should I take you home now?" Doyoung took off his jacket, putting it around you instead. "It's cold", he mumbled, "you shouldn't get sick."

You felt torn between these two sides of Doyoung. Was he cold or caring?

Doyoung lead you to his car, which was parked right across the road - he even held the door open for you.

The whole ride you were quiet, not even daring to talk. You felt oddly nervous in Doyoung's presence, your heart was beating fast.

The car came to a halt in front of your dorm, both of you not moving in your seat. "Thanks", you turned your head to look at Doyoung once again, only to find him looking at you already.

"You know, I've actually seen you before", Doyoung explained, immediately having your attention. "I've been to one of your concerts. It was actually a coincidence, but I was glad I took the wrong turn that evening."

The corner of Doyoung's mouth slightly rose as he thought back to the time he first saw you. You were playing the piano on stage, a piece by Chopin.

And although he didn't even enjoy classical music it seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard at that moment. Especially with you playing it.

"I didn't know who you were back then, but as I hung out with Jaehyun I unconsciously learned about you everyday", he explained, "you know, he just can't shut up about you."

You let out a chuckle - that was just so Jaehyun.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. And I don't believe in fate, you know, but when I saw you tonight I doubted all my beliefs for a second."

You swallowed, eyes blankly staring in Doyoung's direction. "So?" You watched his smile slowly appear. "Are you telling me you suddenly believe in fate?"

Doyoung chuckled, as if he was amused by your question. "No, but I believe in coincidences, in seizing the opportunity. And I'd be a fool to not ask you to come and see us play again tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrows at him. Did he just ask you out? "Tomorrow", you repeated, "yes, id love to come."

"Good", Doyoung nodded with a soft smile, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"And maybe afterwards you can drive me home again", you suggested without thinking twice.

"I'd like that."

You looked at each other for another moment, before you finally snapped back to reality, waving goodbye to Doyoung and getting out of the car.

You watched Doyoung drive off, unable to hold back your smile. You felt like you were floating and you were already excited to see him again the next evening.

You didn't believe in fate either, but there was something about seeing Doyoung on stage, fully focused on playing the drums.

There was something about him falling for a stranger he saw from the distance one day and falling for the same stranger again some time later - that stranger being you.

There was something that made you almost believe in fate too.

And maybe it really was a coincidence, maybe it was even Jaehyun's work. But maybe, just maybe, there really was a little fate involved.

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a/n: check out the rest of the collab hosted by @johnsamericano :3 I'm super happy to be part of this collab! It's my first one too so it's even more exciting:)

#nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct u #nct 127 #nct doyoung x reader #nct doyoung #nct dongyoung #kim dongyoung #kim doyoung #nct fluff #nct series

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Conquer

Pairing: Oikawa x Male Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Manipulative, Obsessive, and Possessive Behavior

Summary: That should be him. He should be your setter. And suddenly the desire to defeat you isn’t just a desire anymore, it’s a necessity. Anything to show you that you’re better off with him, that you were meant to be playing alongside him, that you were meant to be with him.

As fond as Oikawa has become of Hinata, his head aches from the thought of meeting one of the enthusiastic orange-haired boy’s friends and he prays to anyone who’s listening that you aren’t nearly as energetic or loud as Hinata. Hinata by himself is great, a riot, someone who never fails to bring a smile to Oikawa’s face, but he always feels like he’s been hit by a whirlwind or spent too long in the sun after a day with the younger athlete, barely able to drag himself into the shower before collapsing into a heap on his bed, falling instantly asleep as his head hits the pillow and he seriously wonders if he’d even survive two Hinatas. So he’s pleased to find that you’re refreshingly normal when he meets Hinata and you at a local restaurant and the three of you fall into a relaxing rhythmic cadence of conversation over the clinking of cutlery, plates, and glasses.

But maybe he had judged you too fast and as he watches you expertly race across the sandy terrain of the beach volleyball court across from Hinata and him, he thinks that maybe you’re not that normal after all.

He knew you had played on Nekoma’s team and while he had never personally seen or played against the notorious team, their reputation preceded them. Masters of defense. A powerhouse school. He knew you must be somewhat decent to be a starter on a team like that, but you exceed any of his expectations as you flawlessly, almost irritatingly easily, receive and block every one of his serves, every one of Hinata’s spikes. And he’s vaguely reminded of Date Tech’s impenetrable walls as you leap up in the air, the resounding smack of your palm meeting Hinata’s attacks echoing through the air. But while Iwaizumi had been able to break through those defenses, he thinks that his old friend would find scoring past you much more difficult.

Oikawa has faced his fair share of talented and skillful opponents and yet, there’s something different about you, something that keeps his eyes locked on you, something that stirs something powerful and alive within him. It’s different from the competitiveness he feels when he sees Kageyama setting across the net. It’s different from the anger he feels when Ushijima sternly stares down at him after another humiliating defeat.

But he can’t place a finger on the feeling and it festers inside of him long after the three of you are worn out, long after they wave goodbye to you at the airport.

He assumes it’ll pass, that life will return to normal. But the feeling only grows inside of him, beginning to twist with something darker as he religiously checks and re-checks your social media profiles over and over again, as your face and body infiltrate his every waking thought and seep into his dreams. All he can think of is you, you, you and a sharp wild grin spreads across his face when he sees you innocently smiling, radiating and glowing with happiness as you announce your new position on the Japan Olympic Volleyball team.

Well, well, well. Looks like he’d be seeing you sooner than he ever imagined.

You look good in red, although he can’t help but imagine how much better you’d look in Argentinian blue, on the same side of the court as him, alongside him, directing your tosses and smiles his way. Maybe in the future, but for now, the thought of playing against you once more, seeing your body flex and arch in the air and on the ground, watching the fiery passion and concentration in your eyes as you intently watch his every move spurs him on and he throws himself into each and every practice, intent on becoming even better, intent on showing you how far he’s come from that day in Rio, intent on utterly defeating you.

And that drive never lessens, only growing stronger and stronger until he’s finally here, at the biggest venue of the sports world, bright lights shining down upon both your teams, and a deep yearning pulls at his heart when he sees you in person, so close to him after years of being so far away, so out of reach.

But why aren’t you looking at him?

Some rational part of him urges him to calm down, tells him he’s being crazy, but it does nothing to soothe the hurt, the fury, the betrayal inside of him as you don’t even spare a glance his way, smiling far too warmly at Iwaizumi as he helps you stretch, laughing far too loudly at something Hinata says and he seethes at the sight of Hinata slinging an arm across your shoulders as he excitedly tells you something. His nails dig into the palm of his hands as he sees even usually stoic Ushijima faintly smiling at you as you chat with him about something, but what hurts the most is watching Kageyama and you interact, watching both of you discuss plays and strategies.

That should be him. He should be your setter. And suddenly the desire to defeat you isn’t just a desire anymore, it’s a necessity. Anything to show you that you’re better off with him, that you were meant to be playing alongside him, that you were meant to be with him.

He has to give it up to all of you. You aren’t called Japan’s monster generation for no reason and in a sick, almost masochistic way, he’s proud of Iwaizumi for training a team of monsters to go all out against him, he’s fired up by how hard you all make it to cinch victory, he’s giddy with excitement at seeing just how much better everyone has gotten. It just makes it that much sweeter, that much more enjoyable to see the beautiful look of despair and loss across your faces when Argentina wins the final set. And he revels in the exhilarating feeling of victory, in the sadistic pleasure of finally seeing pain in Ushijima’s and Kageyama’s eyes.

But he at least has the decency to feel a bit of empathy when he sees the downcast look on Hinata’s face and the disappointment in Iwaizumi’s eyes and he refrains from gloating as much as he wants to. However his breath catches in his throat when he sees you, sees the glistening tears in your eyes and he hates that he’s partly the reason for your inner turmoil, but a darker part of him can’t help but find you beautiful with unshed tears making your eyes sparkle even more, can’t help but imagine what it would be like to wrap you in his arms, hold you tight to his body, be your only source of comfort.

He wonders what you’d smell like, what your body would feel like pressed against his, what other face expressions and emotions you’re hiding from him. He wonders if he can make you cry in other ways, defeat and dominate you off the court. And he keeps on gazing at you, too intently, too long, too hungrily, too wickedly, ignorant of the way green eyes narrow in concern.

Oikawa hums cheerfully as he makes his way to the bar Iwaizumi and he had agreed to meet at, genuinely excited and eager to catch up with his long-time best friend in person. It also doesn’t hurt that as your official trainer, he’d probably know exactly where you are, where you’ll be, where you’re staying in the Olympic Village. And he pats himself for his efficiency, his manipulative charm, his way with words as he subtly coaxes more and more information from Iwaizumi about his team overall, about his team members, about you, the trainer oblivious of the darker intent in his questions...or so he thinks until there’s a tense pause when your name is brought up and Iwaizumi fixes him with an impassive stare.

“Oi, Shittykawa. What are you planning?”

Of course Iwaizumi of all people would be able to see through him and Oikawa momentarily falters at the steely look in his friend’s eyes, mind racing to figure out his next move. Play dumb? Lie? No. Iwaizumi would see through any of his fake antics and only get more suspicious. The truth it is...or at least part of it anyway.

And despite the slight hiccup in his plans, Oikawa has the upper hand once more as he uses Iwaizumi’s unfaltering faith in the brunette against him, his strong belief that as irritating as Oikawa could be, he was still a good person at heart and that he would never do anything truly terrible.

He weaves an innocent tale of how he’d fallen head over heels in love with you at first sight when he met you in Rio all those years ago, how he just wants a chance to get to know you better now that your paths have crossed again. Surely Iwa-chan would help him, right? Help him find you. Help him reconnect with the man who’s grabbed his attention.

None of that is technically a lie and he knows he has Iwaizumi hook, line, and sinker when suspicion turns into amusement and his tense shoulders relax. And all too easily Iwaizumi is helping him plan out his next steps, unknowingly speeding up your demise as he shares your current whereabouts, practically shoving Oikawa your way and telling him to go comfort you, winking and sending an encouraging smile his way.

If only he truly understood exactly what he was encouraging, what he was allowing to happen.

But ignorance is bliss and Oikawa plasters on a smile before swiftly turning around and making his way towards the Olympic Village spa, weaving through the throngs of athletes until he finds you in the jacuzzi that Iwaizumi had directed him towards, alone in the steaming water, a pout on your lips, eyes lost in thought and blind to the handsome setter drawing near. And Oikawa uses your distraction to take you fully in, take in your bare chest, your cute nipples on display above the bubbling jets, the length and lines of your arms splayed out on either side of you, resting on the edge of the tub and he scrunches his nose a bit in annoyance at the way bubbles hide the rest of you from his view. But that’s fine. After all, he has all night to fully explore and discover your body to his heart’s content.

He pointedly coughs loudly once he’s at the water’s edge, succeeding in getting your attention and he has to admit, it hurts a bit when you flinch when you see exactly who’s disturbed your wallowing, but it’s understandable. He knows far too well what loss feels like and he can somewhat imagine how it must feel to have a once in a lifetime dream dashed to pieces. Nationals aren’t quite as high stakes as the Olympics, but he can extrapolate from those experiences.

In your defense you’re really trying to be polite, a forced smile finding its way on your lips as you greet the setter. He can work with that and he sinks his claws into your every word, using every skill he’s learned and honed over the years of being a social butterfly to read your mood, fluidly dodging anything that would sour your mood, leaning into the words and stories that put a sparkle in your eyes and soon enough it feels like the two of you are back in Rio where there was nothing to worry about except enjoying each other’s companies and fooling around on a beach volleyball court with no stakes except who could have more fun.

You don’t notice how close Oikawa has gotten to you until he tells you a story that has your body bent in half as you howl in laughter and when you rise back up, straightening your back as you catch your breath, suddenly your face to face with the handsome brunette, your noses practically brushing against each other, his warm breath on your face, brown eyes the only thing you can see. And maybe you just need a distraction from the devastating loss, maybe respect and admiration for the talented athlete has morphed into something more, maybe it’s purely physical desire, maybe it’s all the above that has you melting into Oikawa’s hold as he gently, but firmly holds the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours.

You’re breathless by the time he finally pulls away and you sheepishly try to remove your hands that have found their way around his waist, but calloused hands stop you from straying too far and as you look into gleaming chocolate eyes, being alone is the last thing on your mind and you easily trail after the other athlete, weaving through the crowds in your haste to continue what you’d started. The two of you burst through Oikawa’s door, stumbling over each other as your lips meet and it’s a fight for dominance as the two of you crash land on the hotel bed, hands tearing clothes off.

But Oikawa’s intent on making sure you know he dominates you in bed as much as he does on the court and with a rough twist, he has you pinned underneath him, groaning as your erect pre-cum slicked cocks grind against each other.

You glower at him as he teases you for getting so worked up from just a slight tussle in the sheets and he can feel his chest almost burst with excitement at the fire in your eyes, wild energy thrumming in him at the way lust is beginning to dim that flame as he wraps a large hand around both your lengths, thumb playing with your leaking slit, spreading your pre-cum everywhere as he strokes both of you painfully slowly. And he doesn’t stop until there’s only lingering embers in your eyes, until you’re writhing underneath him, desperate moans and pleas for him to give you more slipping past your lips.

He smiles as you let out a whine when he suddenly stops his ministrations, pride coiling inside of him at the mess he’s made of such a strong opponent, but he wants more, wants to see you completely submit and he reaches over to the bedside table, generously coating his digits with lube, smirking down at you as he presses a finger into your tight hole. Your brows furrow and you bite your lower lip as your body adjusts to the uncomfortable stretch, but Oikawa takes his time, dragging his fingers against your insides, scissoring them inside of you, slipping more and more inside of you until your once tight hole begins to gape and yield, becoming pliant around him. And he smirks when he finds the bundle of nerves inside of you that has you violently arching your back, wailing his name.

Teasing you, watching you break more and more until your face is drenched in tears and drool is addicting, but even he has his limits and his cock twitches, demanding his attention. He snarls in displeasure when you somehow find the ability to ask him to wear a condom as he begins to guide his tip to your stretched hole. Clearly he hadn’t done as good of a job as wrecking you as he thought if you still had the ability to deny him, to question him, to worry about useless things. What’s the point of worrying about protection when he knows he’s clean, when he knows he’ll be the only man to ever breach your tight asshole ever again?

So he ignores your incessant whining, moaning in pleasure as he easily bottoms out inside of you and he mockingly coos down at how quickly your usage of words stop when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, how quickly you’re reduced to incoherent babbling and lewd moans at the feeling of his cock inside of you. And as he repeatedly slams against your prostate with every thrust of his hips a condom is the last thing on your mind, your head fuzzy and hazy with pleasure as you beg for more, harder, faster.

But you blearily blink in confusion when he suddenly stops, a petulant pout on your lips as you stare up at him.

“Say you love me.”

Even in your dazed state, that line cuts through the fog and you try to raise yourself up on your elbows, trying to register exactly what Oikawa is saying. But when a hand wraps around your cock, you fall back with a cry, hands digging into the rumpled bed sheets as you try to ground yourself, remind yourself that something’s not right about this situation.

It’s fascinating watching your internal struggle and Oikawa regards the silent movie in your eyes, a twisted sneer on his face at how easy it is to control you like a puppet with just a few calculated flicks of his wrist, a couple of well-aimed thrusts, and far too many denials of your release. And he can practically taste victory on his tongue when you finally give in, wanton exclamations of your love for him filling the air breaking off into pleasured screams as he resumes his rapid pace, hand stroking your cock in tandem as he fills you over and over again.

It doesn’t take long for you to break to pieces around him and he hungrily watches as your eyes roll back, as your own cum decorates your stomach, as you tightly squeeze around him and he’s following after you, wildly chasing his end until he slams one final time, balls deep inside of you, thick spurts coating your insides.

You whimper, body and mind still in post-coital bliss, still heavy and exhausted with pleasure, as you feel a sticky trail begin to run down your thigh and you can feel your eyelids begin to close, trying to sink into the soft pillow beneath your head. But you cry out, eyes snapping to attention when fingers are suddenly inside of you once more, fucking the sticky mess back inside of you, and you beg like your life depends on it, unsure if you’re begging him to stop or to give you more. Everything’s so confusing when Oikawa is involved and you’ve never felt less in control of your life as you’re dragged through endless cycles of orgasms and denials, forced to whisper phrases that make less and less sense as the night continues on.

“I love you, Tooru.”

“I’ll always be yours, only yours.”

“I’ll come to Argentina with you.”

The words feel foreign, feel wrong, feel strange, but every time you try to push through the ocean of pleasure you’re drowning in, try to make sense of everything, Oikawa is there pushing you underneath once more, holding you down there until you can’t think of anything else except the excruciating need to cum, cum, and cum.

Oikawa hums in pleasure as he stares at your slumped figure. He’s not even sure exactly when you passed out, too absorbed in forcefully pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body, but this makes the next step of his plan easier. You look so peaceful, so pure with your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling in slow even waves and he snaps a photo, sending it to Iwaizumi with a cheeky caption to make sure no one else on the team comes looking for you anytime soon. After all, he’s nowhere near done with you.

He rolls his eyes at the angry text Iwaizumi sends back about respecting your privacy and not taking creepy photos of his players when they’re sleeping, but a satisfied smile slips on his face when the trainer begrudgingly tells him congrats on following through and that he’d do his best to keep your nosy, energetic teammates from bothering the two of you.

With that out of the way, he finally turns to the plastic bag he’d tucked in the corner of his suitcase, pulling cords and cords of rope and rolls of duct tape as he closes in on your sleeping figure.

You’re doing so well, submitting so easily, obeying so eagerly, but Oikawa’s always been a strategizer, someone who thinks of all the possibilities and he’s not foolish enough to believe you wouldn’t relapse, wouldn’t find the strength to put up a fight in a last effort to keep your sanity, keep your spirit unbroken. Your strength is one of the things that had drawn him to you after all.

But as much as he loves watching your wild feral spirit, he thinks he’d rather see you perfectly tamed, owned, broken by him and for him.

The two of you still have quite a ways before you get there, but it’s nothing a little more time and effort won’t fix and Oikawa has built up a resilient spirit crafted by a lifetime’s worth of hardwork and dedication for this very moment.

Sometimes it takes longer than he anticipates, but he always wins in the end and you’re not going to be the exception.

#yandere haikyuu #haikyuu yandere #haikyuu smut #oikawa x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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h4knyeon · 5 years

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lotion | mark lee (nct)

mark lee x female reader

summary: your best friend mark is over for a sleepover, but things get a little out of hand when you ask him for a favor.

word count: 1.4k

genre: smut

warnings: oral (male receiving), masturbation, unprotected sex

the cold air hits your skin as you step out of your bathroom into your bedroom, fresh out of the shower. you briskly dry off, trying not to keep your guest waiting in the living room. you throw on an old shirt and some gym shorts, and jog down the stairs to see mark browsing the thriller section of netflix. his head turns to you as he hears your footsteps near.

“do you remember brenda song?” he asks you.

“of course, i love her,” you reply, strolling into the kitchen to raid the fridge for snacks you can share with him.

“there’s a netflix original with her in it, ‘secret obsession,’ are you interested?”

“oh yes i am,” you answer. there’s not much to snack on in your fridge, so you settle for ordering a pizza.

you plop onto the part of the couch beside mark, waiting for the pizza to arrive before starting the movie. you check your phone to see how long the wait is.

“looks like the pizza will be here in 28 minutes,” you announce, mark sighing.

“i’m hungryyy,” he whines, flopping his body onto your lap.

“shudup bruh, i think we’re all hungry,” you reply, and he playfully smacks your knee.

suddenly, you remember that you forgot to moisturize your body. you push mark off of your legs and run up the stairs to get some lotion. you start applying lotion to your legs, arms, and torso, but when you try to reach your back, your hands can hardly reach most of the surface without feeling tender from your early workout. you groan, and run back down the stairs.

“mark, i have a favor to ask,” you yell. “do you think you could put lotion on my back?”

“no,” he answers, a smirk forming on his face.

“please, i can’t reach it,” you seal off your plead with a pout.

“fine,” he finally gives in.

“yay!” you turn your back to him, “don’t look at my boobs.” you take your shirt off and expose your entire back to him.

mark’s eyes go wide. he’s only seen you naked once when your bathing suit came off at the beach, but he was on the sand, and you were in the water, far from what his eyes could clearly see. now, you’re topless right in front of him. he’s never acknowledged such a strong desire to touch you, but he can’t deny that he hasn’t thought about being more than friends.

his shaky hands reach for the bottle of lotion, and pump an adequate amount into his hands. he spreads the lotion between his two palms, and makes contact with your bare skin. he rubs his palms all down your back, making sure not to miss a spot. he slightly applies pressure to your muscle, provoking a reaction from you.

“ohhh my god mark, that feels so good,” you breathe, letting your eyes flutter shut. mark takes this as an invitation to massage your shoulders and neck. he kneads his thumbs into a small knot around your trap, and a breathy moan escapes your lips. mark’s movements pause, but he quickly resumes his actions, trying not to make his flustered behavior evident. the more he works out the knots in your muscles, the more vocal you become.

“yes mark, just like that,” you moan. mark can’t help but let his mind wander to heated scenarios with the remarks you’re spewing, and he feels something begin to stir in his southern region. he feels his cheeks get warmer, but his thoughts are interrupted when you begin to get up from the couch.

“thanks mark, i could sit there all day while you massage me, but i don’t want the pizza guy to come while my tits are out,” you chuckle, throwing your top back on.

“yeah, no problem,” mark tries to say without his voice cracking. “i gotta go pee,” he announces, as he speed walks to the restroom.

you finish putting lotion on the rest of your body, and grab the bottle to put it away in your room. as you near the bathroom door, grunts coming from inside become more audible. your curiosity draws you right to the outside of the door, placing your ear against the wooden surface. on the other side of the door, mark is letting out deep groans, moaning renditions of your name.

you almost drop the bottle in your hand, but your ear remains glued to the door, listening to mark struggle to get off. you feel your arousal pool in your underwear, and suck your lip in between your teeth. you slip your hand into your underwear, spreading your arousal through your folds before slipping a finger into your heat. you let your head fall back into the door, making a thud noise on the wood. you jump away from the door, pulling your hand out of your pants, waiting to see if mark noticed the noise.

“______?” he called through the door. you’ve been caught.

you decide that it’s a sign to take things further. “mark, come out here.”

mark unlocks the door, and right as he walks out, you notice his prominent erection beneath his sweatpants.

“you look like you need some help.”

the blush on mark’s face is radiant; he’s obviously embarrassed. you step closer to him, only inches apart. you place your hand on his abdomen, slowly inching down toward the waistband of his sweatpants. you make eye contact with him momentarily, before softly connecting your lips to his. immediately, mark reciprocates the action, moving his lips in unison with yours. he leans his body against the wall, as you begin to kiss him feverishly, thirsty for more.

you break away from the kiss, both of you panting for air, and you drop to your knees, quickly reaching for mark’s waistband. you look up to see mark looking back down at you with hooded eyes, waiting for your next move. you pull his sweatpants down to his knees, his painfully hard erection springing out, his blushing tip leaking precum. you stroke his slit with your thumb, locking eyes with him before licking up his shaft. his head falls back as he lets out a breathy moan. you kitten lick him a couple more times before wrapping your mouth around his tip. he grabs the back of your head, urging you to do more. you take more and more of his member in until his tip hits the back of your throat. you move your head away from the base of his cock before bobbing up and down on his dick repeatedly.

“more _______…” mark whines, massaging his fingers through your hair as you continue your movements.

just as mark is about to reach his high, he pulls you off of him, dragging you to the couch.

“________, let me taste you,” mark whispers, as he connects his lips to yours once again.

you check the time; the pizza guy is supposed to arrive in 10 minutes.

“mark, the pizza guy is gonna be here soon, i want you inside of me.”

mark nods, laying you down on the couch and dragging your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. he aligns himself with your entrance, teasing it with his tip, before slipping in with ease. the stretch elicits a moan from you. mark pauses for a few seconds to let you adjust to his size before slowly beginning to pump in and out of you.

the living room is filled with both of your breathy moans. as mark gets closer to his high, he rubs circles on your clit, bringing you closer to yours. you feel your core tighten and your body get warmer. you shake in pleasure, riding out your high as mark continued his strokes, working toward his own. a few seconds later, he stops his movements, filling you with his seed. he lets himself collapse onto you, nuzzling his head into your neck to place sloppy kisses.

the sound of the doorbell startles both of you, as mark pulls out and throws on some clothes to answer the door. you lay on the couch, feeling your face heat up as you think about the events that took place just then. mark comes back with the pizza and places it on the coffee table next to you. his eyes scan your body as he lets out a mischievous chuckle.

“wow, good thing he gave us extra napkins.”

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jlalafics · 4 years

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“Fantasy”-an Everlark One-Shot

Please read over this prompt from @writing-prompt-s before reading this story or it will make no sense at all.

Also, this was the first song that came into my mind when I read this prompt.

Enjoy!

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Katniss parked her car in front of the supermarket, a deep sigh escaping her lips after what felt like the longest dinner party of her life.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love seeing her group of friends; Gale and Madge were wonderful hosts. She had known them since they were children and it was nice to have maintained a friendship after almost thirty years.

It was even better because her younger sister was there along with Rory, her sister’s husband, and Gale’s younger brother. The party was rounded out with Delly and Thom, next door neighbors to Gale and Madge who had just moved into the neighborhood.

What was bothersome was that she was the lone guest to a group of couples.

For the most part, Katniss didn’t mind being single. She had been in relationships in the past, her latest one lasting a year before they both decided that lukewarm feelings wouldn’t suffice. She had hit thirty-five and wanted more of a connection and they obviously didn’t have a deep one. Cato was now happily married to the woman that he had met after her.

Prim often told her that she had soulmate expectations, to which Katniss could do nothing but laugh.

Soulmates were a myth; the last occurrence happening possibly a hundred years ago. The historic records on the subject were not concrete enough for her analytical mind, so she could only conclude that the stories were nothing but the hopeful longing of many a pining historians.

Getting out of the car, she rushed to the entrance. It was a frigid night and she was not about to catch a cold due to her poor decision to wear a wrap dress to the Hawthorne dinner party.

The supermarket was practically empty as it was almost closing time. There was a lone cashier up front, her focus on an issue of US Weekly with the most unflattering photo of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on its cover. Above her, the overhead speaker played an instrumental of Muskrat Love and she grabbed a shopping basket before heading towards the aisles in search of baking powder.

Katniss always baked for her new students, the tradition starting her first year as a college professor. She had been so anxious the night before that she had ended up stress baking dozens of blueberry muffins.

Since she lived alone, there was no other choice but to offer them to her students. Hungry rascals they were, they eagerly took one or two as they entered her class.

Now muffins had become an age-old tradition in Professor Everdeen’s class.

It had expanded now to not just blueberry; she accommodated to those allergic to gluten, eggs, nuts, and dairy baking different varieties of muffins. A coffee and tea station was also available during that first day before they all sat down to get to know one another.

She found the baking aisle easily. However, someone decided that it would be best to place baking powder on the highest shelf.

“Damn.”

Katniss stared up for a moment before placing her basket down. She swiftly looked to each side of the aisle before removing her heels and stepping onto the first shelf, her feet pushing the arranged cans back to make room.

She reached, her hand almost touching the coveted can of baking powder—

“Are you aware that you can easily call someone to get that for you?”

A shock rushed up her spine at being caught.

However, not one to be deterred, Katniss took a breath before responding, “The store is obviously understaffed as the only employee I saw was currently perusing ‘Stars! They’re Just Like Us!’”

“I’ll talk to Rue about that,” the voice, obviously male, replied with a chuckle. “Now, will you step down? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

With a sigh, Katniss did as she was told and turned to face the man. “I’m sorry—”

His smile was the first thing that greeted her; wide and friendly, full of pearly white teeth between smooth lips. The rest of him was not so bad either; medium height, thick blond hair that was short on the sides and full at the top, and eyes so blue that she questioned if it was even genetically possible.

He held out his hand to her. “Peeta.”

She took it, quelling her urge to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Katniss Eve—”

The lights above them began to fade out and the familiar hum of Mariah Carey suddenly blared over the speakers followed by her trademark high note then—

“Oh when you walk by every night

Talking sweet and looking fine

I get kind of hectic inside…”

“Why is Fantasy playing on your speakers?” she yelled.

Peeta opened his mouth to answer when the symphony of lights began to cascade over them.

Pinks…purples…blues…yellows all in tune with the song—it made her dizzy and she turned to the man before her who looked just as confused. The colors highlighted his handsome face in a rainbow of lights.

“What’s Fantasy?” he asked loudly.

“This song!” she answered back. “It was my favorite song—when I was ten!”

Katniss remembered as a child dancing in her bedroom, Walkman in her hands and headphones on her ears as she sang along with Mariah, trying to mimic her high notes. She loved the feeling that the song gave her, the feeling of giddiness that made her heart leap and caused the churn of excitement in her stomach.

She always imagined that was how falling in love felt.

It hit her suddenly, the barely legible account of the soulmate occurrence.

The music…the light show…

It happened whenever soulmates met—or so the legend went.

Katniss looked to the man before her, taking in his apron and his jaunty countenance. “Peeta, how old are you?”

He grinned youthfully before answering, “Nineteen.”

Oh…hell no.

He wasn’t even born when this song came out! Probably just a little blip in his father’s sac at that point.

“I have to go!” she called out in a panic.

Peeta grabbed the can of baking powder, holding it out to her. “What about this?”

She yanked it from his grasp and turned into a full sprint out of the supermarket.

Halfway through her fifth batch, Katniss realized that she had shoplifted.

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“Help yourself to a muffin! Then, take your seats!” Katniss called out as the auditorium began to fill. “The syllabus is on top of your seats. Please read over it as we will have a Q&A before I dismiss the class.”

She had barely closed her eyes before her alarm rang. What sleep she did get was filled with Peeta’s bright blues and that hugely attractive smile.

When she was not sleeping, Katniss was obsessing over the whole occurrence—the music and cacophony of blinding lights that went with it. She even Googled the last soulmate occurrence to make sure that what occurred was an actual soulmate meeting.

It was all there. There was no information on what the music was or even if the people that it happened to had even gotten together.

Her soulmate couldn’t possibly be that boy.

The flutter in her stomach remembering him was likely just a surface attraction to a handsome face and broad chest.

She really needed to get laid.

“Thanks for the muffin.”

Her stomach fluttered—it couldn’t be—she looked up to meet the familiar smile of her newfound ‘soulmate’.

And now, her new student.

Peeta moved in closer, his eyes roving her. “The music and lights stopped as soon as you left.”

Katniss nodded. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“When I got home, I Googled what happened and it mentioned an incident that happened in 1920,” he told her. “It had something to do with soulmates.”

She looked away. “Soulmates aren’t real.”

“Maybe,” Peeta said. “But you and I had a connection—soulmate or not—I’d still like to know you.”

“Well, as my student you will get to know me—as your professor,” she replied easily.

He smirked at her and hand to God, her stomach fluttered as if Mariah was singing right into her chest.

“Looking forward to the class, Professor Everdeen.”

She was so fucked.

FIN.

*Music:

“Fantasy”—Mariah Carey (1995)

#Everlark Fanfiction #Everlark #soulmate!Everlark #agegap!Everlark #one-shot #this won't go any further

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bigfan-fanfic · 5 years

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Far From Home (Male!Reader x Peter Parker)

Requested by Anonymous for #21 from “Ideas Bumping Around”

Note: This totally got away from me and evolved into something else. Hope you like!

It’s kind of a strange feeling never to have met your boyfriend in person.

You met as part of an e-Pen Pal initiative for schools nationwide. You two were matched at random and started talking over email, exchanging school pictures.

It’s fun for you. You don’t have a lot of other friends - Peter’s an escape for you, always being there to talk to you.

You’re almost constantly connected. Of course you email each other, but you’ve exchanged numbers and have had an ongoing chat for years. Basically, as long as you are online, you’re in the midst of communicating with him

Peter sometimes uses words, sometimes he expresses himself through meme. Sometimes there is trouble communicating.

Peter sends a GIF he found of a cat getting scared and falling off a shelf.

You: Lol. ???

Peter: It’s you! Scared because you’re old now! Happy birthday!

You: adhafonhaf THX PETE

And after a few years of being best friends despite never having met in person, he sends you a GIF of two puppies cuddling.

You: Adorable! *Heart emojis*

Long wait. Then:

Peter: Can this be us?

Peter: Will you be my bowling?

Peter: Aadhadohaf

Peter: Bowling

Peter: BOWLING

Peter: B O Y F R I E N D ???

Peter: Sry autocorrect

You: YES. SO MUCH YES!!!!

Text failed. Retry?

Eventually the lines cross, and you exchange short videos of blowing kisses at each other.

Peter feels bad about not telling you about Spider-Man. He has to lie and say he’s been studying paper books because it takes so much time away from you two talking.

And then you offer to tutor him, and he just melts because you’re so sweet and smart and pretty.....

He gets that dreamy look and is distracted for a while.

But eventually something special happens.

You send him a link to a YouTube of Spider-Man talking to an older woman who’s buying him a churro. And then you call.

“Peter. You’re safe, right?”

“Y/N? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I hope Spider-Man isn’t boyfriends with someone who would die for churros, because he’d be pretty ticked off that they weren’t sharing. On an unrelated note, I like churros quite a bit.”

“Uh....”

“Don’t worry, Pete. I just wanted to make sure you’re OK.”

You hang up.

Peter thinks you don’t know.

But you urge him to check out your Tumblr, where you’ve started to occasionally post self-defense articles and first-aid hacks.

Peter sees this and is like, “HE KNOWS!?!?!?!?!”

But you become his long-range support sidekick. He loves you more and more every time you discreetly help him.

Because you know anyone could be monitoring either of you, you’re always the one to bring up Spider-Man stuff, under the guise of you being obsessed with the Queens-based superhero.

Like, “Pete, have you seen this video? Spider-Man nearly got killed by some bank robbers with weird weapons!”

And he’ll say that he heard Spider-Man was okay. It’s completely normal. Everyone your age in New York is talking about him.

And a few days later you mention that you looked at some blog about crime in New York and text a link and a “Stay safe xoxo”

And the article has mentions of crimes using alien weapons and a map of where they are, helping Peter to track down the source.

But the two of you first meet during the events of Homecoming.

You’re on your school’s Scholastic Decathlon team, and you get to go to D.C., where you plan to meet Peter.

And he really wants to, but then he has to try and follow the lead on the alien energy source.

He’s about to leave his room when there’s a knock, and you’re there.

“Y/N?”

“Pete!”

You two hug like you were made for it. Peter sighs a little and leans in, and the two of you share your first kiss, the first of many.

And then you see he’s in his suit.

You don’t take no for an answer, and he has to take you with him. You’re a surprisingly skilled ally.

He’s super strong and carries you as he swings along, and finds out you’re good at hiding wherever he might set you down. You both are trapped on the DODC truck, after you’ve pepper-sprayed the Vulture

It was ineffectual because he was wearing goggles, but it obscured his vision enough for Peter to get the upper hand.

When you are trapped in the warehouse, you and Pete catch up on everything, telling each other everything that didn’t make it into the texts and chats. He tells you about Germany, but is even more interested in you.

You two end up falling asleep, him giving you his Decathlon team sweater to keep warm, snuggling together.

You don’t even get in trouble afterward

Because you were awesome. You had already made sure everyone knew you were gonna meet your boyfriend because you were so excited, and then you convinced your friend who was bunking with you to cover for you once you knew you wouldn’t make it to the Decathlon. He spread the story that you were throwing up all night, and he found Ned and made sure he did the same. No one says anything, but the teachers assume you two snuck out together on a midnight date and got food poisoning or mono or something, and decide to let it go.

After D.C, you promise to meet each other again soon.

And, as always, you keep in touch.

Peter texts you as soon as he’s on the way back to New York

Peter: Y/N?

You: Yeah?

Peter: *heart emojis* I love you.

You send a GIF of a kitten curling up on top of a dog who just lets it happen

You: I love you too.

Peter: You’re the bass

Peter: Base

Peter: B E S T Ilysm

You: Love you more!

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years

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Before This Dance Is Through II

Chapter: 2/16

Rating: T

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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Ringo was just about to get into bed when a notification rang out from his phone, it was charging on the other side of the room because that was the only way he could get himself out of bed in the morning. It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning which meant the text could only be from one person.

you up???

This was far from the first of these texts that Ringo had received from John, they were almost a weekly occurrence by this point but more often than not Ringo had already fallen asleep.

was just about to go to bed. why?

do you have work tomorrow????

not until 12 do you?

fuck off

John was a writer, a poet more than anything, which meant that he was always working which really meant that he was never working. Ringo was a drum teacher, had been for almost 7 years at this point, which wasn't as exciting as it sounded; he mostly worked for rich families who had a child who was trying to do something edgy or was brought into schools for one of those strange activity days. Drumming was Ringo's passion and while he was glad that he was able to earn money doing something he loved, he dearly wished he was able to drum for himself rather than spending several hours a week just trying to get a kid to hold the sticks correctly.

i was about to take a little ride down the helter skelter care to join me ;)

Ringo stared down at his phone for a moment. It had been over a week since John had dragged him out to that strip club, and while he'd like to say that he'd forgotten about the whole thing it was far from the truth. The sight of Spike dancing on that stage had plagued his memory almost every night since, leading to more than one occasion of late-night indulgence. Ringo had felt guilty touching himself thinking about the other man, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason; he supposed it must've been the guilt he'd felt when watching him dance, and the shame that followed from having to run away into the bathroom like a scared, little kid. His thumbs were frozen in place hovering above his phone screen while his mind was racing. The sensible part of his brain told him to just go to bed, if he indulged this desire tonight it would make the last time more than a one-off and he wasn't sure he was prepared to accept that. Yet the deeper part of his mind, the one he often tried to ignore, urged him to go back just for the opportunity to see Spike again - after all, the current wank material he was providing was getting a little stale.

have you fallen asleep you twat

no no im still here

well do you wanna come or not?? i can pick you up

are you sober?

mostly

mostly?

fuck sake ARE YOU COMING OR NOT

fine but ill drive

whatever makes you happy

As much as he wouldn't like to admit it, Ringo spent a ridiculous amount of time - by his standards - choosing what to wear. Even though he knew the club was dangerously dark, and even though what he wore shouldn't really matter, that voice in the back of his mind told him to look nice for him. For the stripper he'd seen for about 5 minutes, the stripper whose real name he didn't even know, who probably didn't even remember Ringo in the slightest. He'd tried his best to not read too far into the obsession his brain seemed to have with Spike - trying to separate himself from his thoughts as though they were two separate beings had been a vital step in this - but as he stood in front of his mirror comparing two near identical jumpers, he supposed he wasn't going to be able to ignore it for much longer. His heart even felt heavy at the thought that Spike might be working tonight; he couldn't tell if it was just a strange fixation that his desperation had conjured up but the only thing he knew for certain was that he wanted to see him again.

Ringo arrived at John's place later than he would've liked but when the front door was opened to revealed a very ruffled, very drunk man, Ringo figured John wouldn't have noticed how long he'd been.

"Mostly sober?" Ringo scoffed at the sight of him, his cheeks rosy and a satisfied smile spread across his lips.

"You're not my mum and you're not the police, so fuck off." John was leaning against the door-frame, Ringo supposed partly for support and partly to look cool.

It was a common occurrence for John to get like this, far more common than Ringo would've liked. John drank a lot, at first Ringo figured it was just something everyone did when they got old enough to drink with almost no consequences, then as it continued he tried to explain it away as just something artists did. Years had passed since Ringo had first noticed it and nothing had really changed, it had gotten worse if anything, but there was nothing he really felt he could do. He debated whether he should cancel the plan altogether, to insist that John stayed home and got some sleep, but things were never really that simple. He was almost certain that if he refused to drive them, John would only find another way. He'd tried multiple things over the years: dragging him along to AA meetings, swearing to give up alcohol alongside him, even refusing to hang out with him if he'd been drinking, but nothing seemed to work. John had been through a lot, still was going through a lot, so Ringo figured the best thing he could do was simply to be there for John, it was both the most and least he could do.

Before they headed out Ringo at least managed to convince John to eat some leftover Chinese food he had in the fridge in an attempt to soak up the alcohol somewhat - and to ensure he'd had at least one semi-decent meal that day. They then slid into Ringo's car, it was a little beaten up but it served its purpose, and drove off to the place Ringo was almost certain would be the death of him. It was a Saturday so unsurprisingly the club was a great deal busier than it had been last time, there were several small groups of people smoking outside, some of them clearly workers and how they weren't risking getting frostbite Ringo didn't know. Any hopes of John sobering up a little on the journey there were dashed when he immediately hurried over to the bar as soon as they walked in the door. Ringo tried to stick to his side as best he could, his nervousness from the first time felt like it had tripled with how busy the place was now, so he aimed to keep in John's gravitational pull as much as possible. The music seemed louder but Ringo was certain that was just his imagination. They had to elbow their way to the front of the bar just to get noticed, luckily John had no qualms doing it, which resulted in a few glares from the other customers.

With their drinks in hand they couldn't sit - or hide as Ringo saw it - at the bar like they had done last time, instead they moved further into the club in search for a place to sit. There was a booth near the bathroom that was empty, for obvious reasons, which Ringo pulled them towards desperately. Maybe this was a bad idea. What was he really expecting after all? At most he'd catch another glimpse of Spike, almost have a heart-attack then have to run home less than ten minutes later. Anxiety began nibbling away at his mind, it had a nasty habit of doing that, and the claustrophobic atmosphere wasn't helping. John seemed right at home, as he did almost anywhere, craning his neck between people in search for someone.

"Looking for your Paulie?" Ringo asked in an eager attempt to calm his nerves.

"He's hardly mine." John chuckled, not turning to look at Ringo but continuing his search "Might not even be working tonight."

"Don't you have like his schedule or something?" Ringo sipped his drink.

"That'd be making things a little too official. Not really my style." John sat back in his seat with a small huff, clearly he didn't find what he was looking for.

From where they were sitting they had a fairly obstructed view of the stage but from what little Ringo could gather he wasn't too interested: a muscular man dressed as a policeman was gradually getting undressed while making crude use of a prop baton.

"Any sign of your guy?" John shouted to be heard over the music and it made Ringo jump.

Ringo paused for a moment looking into John's eyes, he considered playing dumb but decided there was no use "Afraid not. Maybe he's not working tonight either."

"That'd be some rotten luck." John clicked his tongue in his mouth "Let's check the back."

"The back?" Ringo raised an eyebrow "That sounds unbelievably dodgy."

"It's not! Well..." John broke his sentence with a laugh "It's just where they do the more 'alternative' stuff, you know?"

"No I don't know, but I suppose I'm gonna find out." Ringo chuckled rather weakly.

John raised his glass in the air a little and Ringo clinked his own against it, they downed the remainder of their drinks and slammed the glasses down on the table unnecessarily hard. John then led them around the edge of the stage, they managed to get another drink at the second bar before they headed down a suspiciously narrow set of stairs which led to an even darker corridor. They then passed through a squeaky door into a small room, barely lit excluding a spotlight focused on a stage at the other end. There were several people scattered across the limited space, a few resting against a makeshift bar which consisted of planks of wood connected to the walls and the rest sat to face the stage.

And there he was. Spike was sat on a stool onstage with an acoustic guitar in his lap and absolutely nothing else. It wasn't a sight Ringo had been prepared for, as much as the erotic gyrating and tear-away clothing had been a shock to his system this was completely different.

Ringo stopped in his tracks when he computed the sight: his pale, lean body curled up around the guitar that he was playing beautifully. His hair wasn't coiffed this time, rather it fell down across his sharp face in waves with faint curls. John turned around when he'd noticed Ringo's absence beside him, a sly grin curled on his face as he grabbed Ringo's arm and pulled him down to the front where they sat.

"What did I tell you?" John whispered "Sexy art."

Spike didn't seem to notice them despite how close they were, he seemed completely immersed in the music he was playing. Ringo hadn't recognised the song at first, perhaps he'd been to busy focusing on other things, but now he could tell it was 'Heaven' by Talking Heads; he made a happy note in his mind that it seemed like the two of them had a somewhat similar music taste, although he couldn't really admit that such a thing shouldn't matter. Looking around at the other customers, it looked like they were mostly taking refuge from the chaos of the main room, many of them resting their heads against the bar for some comfort and the others bordering on unconscious.

Somehow this occasion made Ringo feel even more nervous, even though their previous encounter had been extremely closer and inherently sexual, it was more personal therefore way more uncomfortable. He could hear his voice now, another piece of the puzzle he was shamefully building in his mind, and it was beautiful. It was a little husky but still gentle, an accent poking through in places. Ringo could get a better look at his face now: the dark eyelashes, the hints of hair between his two eyebrows and sharp canine teeth protruding from his open mouth. His eyes focused on the slender fingers playing the guitar strings, veins showing underneath the skin. Ringo felt like he was watching something very private, as if Spike was completely unaware of everyone's presence and could see nothing but his guitar. A quick way to Ringo's heart was through music and it was looking like Spike had bought a first-class ticket.

Ringo hadn't even noticed that the song had ended at first, not until John began clapping and cheering loudly in his ear. Spike seemed similarly out of it, the sudden sound of John snapping his attention away from the music and he gave a small smile in response. They seemed like completely different people: the strutting, confident man from a week ago and the soft, vulnerable one in front of them now. Sparse claps followed shortly after John's, the lack of energy caused by alcohol wearing off was very evident.

"You're pretty good." John almost shouted, Ringo wasn't sure if it was because he was drunk or he still hadn't adjusted from the other room.

"Thanks." Spike replied, his fingers still wrapped around the neck of the guitar "Any requests?"

Ringo had thought his singing voice was beautiful, but the way he spoke somehow had even more of an effect on him. The accent was thicker now and judging by how such a small amount of words could excite him so much, Ringo knew he was in trouble.

"I dunno... What do you think Ringo?" John nudged his friend beside him, embarrassingly emphasising his name which just about managed to shake Ringo from the daze he was falling into.

"Oh, er-" Ringo stammered for a second, Spike looking right at him wasn't helping his nerves in the slightest "Know any Bob Dylan?"

Spike laughed at this and for a moment Ringo cursed himself but before he could chastise himself too harshly, Spike smiled again and spoke "He's one of my favourites."

John nudged Ringo again but he wasn't paying enough attention to him to get embarrassed. He was far too focused on how Spike's fingers began to play the guitar once more, the way his lips moved over his teeth and how his bare feet tapped against the footrest of the stool as he began singing 'Just Like a Woman'. Once again he seemed to disappear into the music which Ringo was very grateful for, for if his eyes began to wander and met his unfaltering gaze he was certain he wouldn't be able to take it. For the majority of the song Ringo had completely forgotten his surroundings, the faint pulse of the loud music from upstairs or the drooling men strewn about the room, he'd even forgotten that Spike was naked while he played. John seemed similarly impressed, although he was considerably more inebriated than Ringo was, and he could see John passing him a few sideways glances during the song.

When the song ended John enthusiastically applauded once more, Ringo followed suit with a slight delay as he found his mind shutting off everything around him. Spike looked down at the two of them with a smile, shuffled in the stool then stood up.

"Well that's all from me." He spoke "Thanks for listening." The words were directed purely at John and Ringo, while there were others who appeared to be barely listening in the back nobody else seemed to be paying much attention.

"Wait!" John called out, startling both Spike and Ringo "Are you done for the night?"

Spike chuckled softly "No, they're gonna close this room in a little bit though, so you might wanna clear out."

"Will you give my friend a private dance?" John asked and now it was Ringo's turn to nudge him.

"Not dressed like this I can't." Spike gestured with his free hand to his nakedness, his guitar was the only thing upholding his modesty.

Ringo was glaring at John now, who only gave him a quick glance before returning his attention back to Spike "How about we come find you upstairs in a few minutes?"

"Fine by me." Spike replied and turned his gaze to Ringo "But your friend doesn't seem too keen."

He didn't give either of them time to protest, which was probably for the best because Ringo was having trouble articulating any coherent thoughts, as he turned his back and walked off the stage. Ringo fought the urge to not look at his arse as he left, and failed entirely. John giggled at the sight which broke Ringo's absentmindedness. The nudge evolved into a harder shove which only intensified John's laughter.

"I hate you." Ringo hissed but he couldn't stop the laughter from breaking through.

"What did I do?" John held his hands up helplessly and Ringo gave him another shove which rocked the chair sideways.

A bouncer walked into the room at the moment, calling for everyone to head back upstairs; Ringo envied the unconscious drunkards that were unable to return to the main room. John's laughter didn't subside the entire time they made their way up the stairs, only being silenced when he took a sip of his newly ordered drink. The room had thinned out a little, Ringo supposed the closing of downstairs only signalled that most people were going to start heading home now, but there were clearly many people who were aiming to stay as long as they possibly could. They managed to get two seats at the bar which allowed Ringo to look amongst the crowd nervously for any sight of Spike.

"What are you so worried about?" John asked, leaning his elbow on the counter.

"Honestly I don't know." Ringo chuckled "It's a bit pathetic, huh?"

"You said it, not me." John grinned "No, no it's just strange. I know you're not the world's biggest slut but you're no prude either."

"I don't think it's a prude thing." Ringo suggested.

"Then what?" John pried, he ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

"It's just him." Ringo lowered his voice a little.

"Well shit. Ringo's in love with a stripper." John matched Ringo's volume but enunciated the words enough that he may as well have been shouting.

"Shut up." Ringo shook his head "You're one to talk."

"Don't bring Paulie into this, that's a strictly professional relationship." John pointed his finger in Ringo's face which made him laugh. "This isn't about me anyway, it's about you. I'm not leaving here until you get that dance."

"You might be waiting a while then." Ringo said a little sadly.

"Nope, I refuse. You'll thank me later, I swear to it." John had moved his hand to Ringo's shoulder now.

"I'm just scared." Ringo mumbled.

"Of what? Ringo, these people have put up with the weirdest, creepiest fucks you can imagine. He'll probably be over the moon that you don't look like you belong on a register." John shook Ringo lightly, forcing him to look up at him.

Ringo let out a huff "Fine, if it'll shut you up."

"Sure if that's the line you wanna go with." John chuckled "You want it Ringo, stop denying yourself the pleasure. Be more like me."

"I dunno if I wanna take it that far." Ringo looked out amongst the room again and caught sight of a familiar face.

John followed Ringo's line of sight and beamed when he spotted Spike "Come on then, time to pop your cherry."

"Please don't put it like that." Ringo rolled his eyes as John pulled him up from his seat.

It wasn't really nervousness he was feeling, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly what it was. Ringo knew that he if he didn't want to this then he didn't have to, it would've been as simple as that, but he did want to. It was probably exactly how much he wanted it that scared him. Like the feeling that happens right before getting up on stage or before revealing good news to a loved one: excitement so intense it can turn into sickness. And Ringo was excited; he was very, very excited.

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liliah39 · 5 years

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Bliss: (Freddie Mercury X Male! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 3.2 K

Warnings: None! Just loads of fluff!

Plot: You and Brian are best friends, he knows about your sexuality, but doesn’t know about yours and Freddie’s feelings for each other. It comes a time when you and Freddie are ready to be open with your relationship. How will Brian take it?

A/N: This is a HalloQueen Event Gift for @rushingheadlong !! Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa! Thank you for hosting it @dtfrogertaylor ! I hope you enjoy it darling! I did my best! It was so nice talking to you and getting to know you! Please keep in touch darling! I think I feel more comfortable writing male reader after this, so I might be able to do a Brian one if you want one! Just leave me a request for a oneshot in my asks! (Also plz excuse typos) -C

October 1976:

With the autumn leaves changing color, a new chill was in the air, confirming that fall was upon you. You hurriedly zipped up your coat as you ran inside the recording studio with coffees for Brian and his band mates, eager to see Freddie.

You and Brian were best friends, and always had been since you were little. You grew up as neighbors, and basically were never apart. He got you fascinated with the stars due to his own obsession, making stargazing in one of your backyards in the summer your favorite pastimes, and sometimes you’d stargaze in your snowsuits in the winter if you were feeling risky. Of course the two of you did other things too, running, hide and seek, pretending you were pirates sailing the seven seas; a typical thing for young boys to do, but as you grew together your interests changed. It went from pirates to The Beatles as the sixties rolled in, each of you getting the extremely unfortunate bowl cut and doing your best to form a band. You were never as musically talented as Brian was, but you could manage on bass, and were able to have a garage band with him and a couple of other boys from school for a couple years before Brian’s talent had surpassed all of you. Although, no matter how your interests changed, the two of you always found time to look at the stars.

Now you were both just out of your first four years of college, still living in an apartment together and trying to figure out the next step in your lives. Brian opted to put his schooling on hold for a while to pursue his band Queen, which seemed to be going surprisingly well, however you decided to get your PhD in Astrophysics, the field both you and Brian decided to go to school for together. Even still, the two of you told each other everything concerning your lives; it’s like you were each the brother that the other never had.

Brian was the first to know about your sexuality, and took it extremely well. Said it never bothered him, that he’d love you and your were still his best mate either way. He said in some way he always knew, but was just happy that you were in tune with yourself enough to be able to find someone you truly loved. He always told you about his new girlfriends he’d meet, but they’d never last long. However, there was one thing you didn’t think you could tell Brian. You didn’t know how.

You were in love with his other best friend.

His best friend that hadn’t come out yet.

His best friend that was Freddie Fucking Mercury.

You took a deep breath as you walked in the door to the studio, remembering how your feelings for Freddie had budded all those years ago.

~~~~~Flashback to 1974~~~~~

Brian introduced the two of you when he had started talking to Brian at Smile gigs. Freddie was so insistent about being in a band with Brian and Roger that he went to all of Smile’s performances. You were usually at them too unless you had a test the next day, always wanting to be supportive of your best friend. You and Freddie hung out together throughout the Smile gigs constantly, always singing, dancing, or getting drinks at the bar. His beauty seemed ethereal; an extremely attractive, dark haired man with an attitude that could kill. It was then that you not only realized you liked men.

You loved him.

After Tim left and Queen formed, you were at all the performances, hungry to watch Freddie parading across the stage in your solitary confinement of your love for him. You kept your feelings to yourself for years, unable to admit them and lose your friendship with Freddie. Besides, he was dating Mary. There was no use in making a fool of yourself. Although, one day after Queen played at The Rainbow in 1974, about a week after Freddie had broken up with Mary for what he said were “personal complications, he stopped you and asked if you wanted to go get a drink, like the old days when they were playing local bars every night.

“I’d love to Fred, really, but you know, Brian’s not 100% yet. I know he’s back and playing, but he’s only been out of the hospital for a month. I should go home and make sure he’s okay. Sorry, mate.” you solemnly admitted.

Freddie nodded his head understandably, although you couldn’t help but notice a look of sadness and disappointment in his eyes. “Of course, I understand, Y/N. Next time, Darling.” He winked, stuttering through his words as if nervous to talk to you.

That’s odd, you thought, as Freddie opened the door to his dressing room and quietly shut it behind him. You walked next door to Brian’s dressing room, knocking to announce your entrance before walking in to see him putting his guitar in its case.

“Hey Bri,” you said, trying to be cheerful, “how’re you feeling?”

“Alright, Y/N. Really, I’m okay. Quite tired, but I’m alright. Just need to go home and rest.” He smiled.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he laughed, “you’re always so worried about me.”

“Well that’s ‘cuz I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Brian. We’ve been inseparable for how long now? It’d be like taking away my other half if something happened to you.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, I’d be the same way if I was in your shoes.” He laughed. “You’ve been so helpful in the last couple of months while I’ve been going through all this, Y/N, and I’m completely capable of taking care of myself now. I just played two nights of concerts. I’m okay, Y/N. Go out. Have some fun. I’m worried about you. You haven’t done anything except for take care of me for ages. As your best friend, I’m telling you you need to go out and have some fun.”

He could see the hesitant look on your face. You were worried about him.

“As your best friend I command that you get your life back.” Brian joked, making both of you laugh.

“Alright, alright.” You resigned. “You’ve been very active for a couple days, so I won’t do anything for tonight, but I’ll go out soon, I promise.”

“Were you asked to do something tonight?” Brian pried.

“Well…” You hesitantly started. “I was. But I turned it down. More worried about you.” You admitted.

“Y/N,” Brian said, hands on his hips. “Go do something. Go out. Who asked you?”

“Freddie.” You admitted. “He wanted to go get drinks.”

“Go with him,” he urged. “Find yourself a guy. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you back at home later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Thanks mate.” You smiled, turning around and exiting his dressing room, knocking on Freddie’s which was next door. “Fred?” You called.

After a couple of minutes, the door blew open, “Hello, Darling.” He smiled. “Come in,” he said, turning around and closing the door behind the two of you. “Couldn’t resist my offer?” He teased.

“I guess not.” You laughed. “Brian said he’ll be fine, and I haven’t gotten out in a while, so I figured I’d get a couple drinks. I miss talking to you.” You said earnestly, putting a hand on Freddie’s shoulder as you spoke.

“Wonderful!” He exclaimed. “Then just give me a moment to get dressed and we’ll be on your way.”

~~~~

He brought you to a bar called Blessing’s Tavern that was just down the road, the two of you laughing the entire way. Over a couple of shots and far too many beers, the two of you caught up on life from the last couple of months, hearing about the recording process of the new Sheer Heart Attack album which you missed out on because of Brian’s hospitalization. After his story was over, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Something you each wanted to bring up, but resisted.

You couldn’t help it anymore.

“So, how are you doing, Fred? The whole thing with Mary?”

“Oh I’m just fine, Darling.” He assured you. “We’re still close friends. I’m the one who pulled the trigger; it was my choice. Thanks for asking though.”

“I know, but any break up is difficult no matter what way it happens or what side of it you’re on. I’m here if you need me.” You assured with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “I’m really fine. I guess you could say I just came to terms with myself. Who I am, you know?”

You nodded. You definitely knew. That’s exactly what you said when you came out. It made you confused. Did Freddie realize he had feelings for guys, and that’s why he broke up with Mary?

You stayed silent for a while, a million thoughts rushing through your head as you contemplated what his previous sentence possibly could have meant.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t do anything.

Is it possible he likes me to?

Just then, he was the one to break the silence. “I see you looking at me.”

“W-what? Well I’m sitting right next to you, Fred. Course I’m looking at you.”

“No, Darling. I mean when I’m on stage.”

“Well yeah, that too?”

“Jesus, Y/N. You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Figured what out?”

“Oh don’t act so oblivious. I see that you feel the same way. I broke up with Mary because I wasn’t happy with the lie I was living, I’m not straight. And if I’m right, you aren’t either.” he retorted.

Silence.

You’d never told anyone else other than Brian, let alone your other best friend AND your crush.

“Am I right?” He asked.

You nodded. “But don’t tell the others. Brian’s the only one who knows.”

“Oh I’d never,” he admitted. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone either. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Why me, Freddie? Why tell me first?”

“Because I figured you were going through the same thing, and because well, I like you. Figured I’d just be straight forward about it, you know?”

You nodded. “Wait, you like me?”

“Yeah, Love. Quite a bit, actually. Didn’t make me break up with my girlfriend for nothing.” He laughed.

“Wow.” You said, truly astonished.

“What? I’m sorry, Y/N. Do you not feel the same way? God this is why I didn’t want to do this, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

You laughed at the irony. “Actually, quite the opposite. You were spot on. Spot on to the point I’ve been into you for the last four years and never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. What are the odds?” You laughed.

“Oh thank god.” He said, clearly relieved, and pulling you in for an embrace. “You have no idea how hard that was.”

“Oh believe me, I do.” You laughed.

“Well then, we must celebrate! I’d like champagne!” He screamed to the bartender who was at the other end of the bar, making you laugh at his brutal honesty.

~~~~End Flashback~~~~

You stepped into the boys’ room to be greeted with smiles, hellos, and many thanks for bringing much needed coffee. Freddie stopped playing piano to come over and pull you into a tight embrace, kissing your cheek after making sure no one would notice.

The two of you had been seeing each other privately ever since your feelings were confessed all those years ago, yet had done an excellent job of hiding it. The other three members didn’t even know, not even Brian.

“I like your shirt, Fred.” You smiled, making him blush.

“Why thank you, Darling!” he winked, knowing it was one of your favorites whenever you spent the night at his place. The other three noticed the odd encounter yet said nothing of it, assuming it was just a typical conversation between two friends.

On a break, you hopped onto the piano bench next to Freddie, trying your best to make what you were saying look like a casual conversation.

“Love,” You started, “can we go to the park after? I’ve got to talk to you about something.”

“ ‘Course. Say no more.” He smiled. “You’ll drive me, won’t you?”

“I always do.” You smiled in a sing song voice.

~~~~

The two of you sang along to the radio in the short, fifteen minute car ride to a solitary end of the park, walking hand in hand to a bench in the middle of a path, the bench you and Freddie had specifically named yours, in a comfortable silence. You observed the way the sunlight hit his perfectly chilled face, jet black hair waving in the autumn wind.

“You’re so beautiful, Freddie.” You softly admitted as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said as the two of you sat on your bench together, his arm around your shoulder. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yup.” You laughed. “God, why are you always so to the point?” You teased at him.

“Because things can be so drawn out sometimes, Dear! When some conversations are heavier or more uncomfortable, I just want to get it over with. No need to dwell on them.” He huffed, the temperament of a princess, making his shirt extremely fitting.

“Alright, alright.” You laughed. “I think it’s time, Freddie.”

“Time for what?” his face grew worried. “Please don’t say you’re leaving me.”

“Oh god no,” you smiled. “I’ll never leave you, Baby.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips in relief. “Then time for what, Y/N.”

“Time we tell them. Our friends. Our family. Brian especially. We’ve gotta come out. Say we’re together. Not to the public, because you know they won’t understand, but our friends have to know. They deserve to know.”

He nodded, taking in all you just said.

“And especially Brian, Freddie. Brian’s got to know. He’s my bloody roommate and best friend for crying out loud. I hate lying to him, sneaking out at night to come see you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep hurting him blindly.”

“I understand.” Freddie smiled. “I’m just nervous. They know about you, I just haven’t manned up enough to tell them yet. What if they kick me out?”

“They won’t kick you out, Love.” You laughed. “I think they already have their suspicions, to be honest. Brian asked me the other day if you were gay. Said I didn’t know of course. He said it’d just make sense to him if you were from your stage costumes and such.”

“Oh. That’s a good thing, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Love. A good thing.” You assured him.

“What is they don’t think that me coming out is a good move for the band? What if they kick me out?” He worried.

“Freddie. They’re your best friends. They’re not going to kick you out. And like I said, just to our friends, not the whole world yet. Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Please don’t think my insecurities have anything to do with you, Darling. I was actually thinking today about how nice it would have been to just be us at rehearsal instead of this facade, you know?” He smiled.

“It’ll all be okay soon, my Love.” You assured him. “I promise.”

~~~~~

The two of you decided to tell Brian first. It only seemed right to you; you knew that if he was in your position he’d do the same thing. You picked Freddie up at his house, pressing your lips to his as he got in the car.

“I love your jacket, Fred!” You smiled. “Trying to dress for the occasion, are you?”

“ ‘Course.” He smiled. “I always do!”

“Must be new, right?”

“Yes, good job at noticing, Darling. I’ve got the best boyfriend in the world.” he smiled.

“So do I.”

~~~~

When arriving at your apartment, everything was extremely normal, the three of you just sitting in the living room laughing as you listened to a Beatles record. After a short while, you could tell it was time to just admit the true reason you were there. Freddie said he left telling Brian up to you seeing as the two of you were incredibly close.

“Brian.”

He heard the tone in your voice change, his head snapping up.

“Can we talk to you?”

“Course, everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah, it’s just- Well remember a couple

years ago when I told you about me, and how I felt? My sexuality and all?”

“Yeah?” He said curiously.

“Well, um I’ve found someone.” You smiled.

“Really?! That’s great, Y/N. Who is it? When can I meet him?”

“Well you already have.” You smiled, taking Freddie’s hand in yours.

“You see, Freddie has expressed that he feels the same way I do, and we got to talking and doing more together over the last year or so, really acting like we’ve been together in the last six months or so, and we just decided it was time to say how we’ve been feeling, wanted to tell you first.”

“Really?” Brian smiled.

“Really.” Freddie confirmed.

“Guys!” Brian said, leaping up and engulfing the two of you in his huge arms, “Really?! This couldn’t be any better!”

You and Freddie looked at each other smiling with a quick peck on the lips.

You knew this was the start of something wonderful.

~~~~~

Roger and John took the news just as well, acting as if nothing had changed. It gave you and Freddie each such a weight off of your backs to know the two of you had the support of your wonderful friends behind you.

You moved in with Freddie a couple months later, not expecting to have cried as much when you left your apartment with Brian, but the two of you were crying like little girls. Freddie said it was almost like watching twins be separated after being together for 24 years, however, the separation was healthy for the two of you and improved your relationship drastically. It also allowed you to mature as a person as well.

You made it to everyone of Queen’s concerts, taking breaks from school and work to go on tour with them, and you honestly had never been happier in your life. You got to spend each night watching your boyfriend and best friends who had turned into your family perform. You got to see your best friend flourish as a guitarist little by little each and every day, and you got to watch the love of your life, Freddie, parade around stage each night looking ethereal in his flowy white shirts and tight, sexy leather ensembles as he serenaded you, telling you each night that he sang each song for you and only you. It was bliss.

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A/N: Ah!!! That’s it! I really hope you like it, I put so much work into it! Happy Halloween to you all!! Also, sorry it took so long, I had to carve pumpkins!

#Queen #queen band #freddie mercury #freddie #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x male!reader #freddie mercury imagine #freddie mercury one shot #freddie mercury oneshot #brian may #brian may x reader #platonic!brian may x reader #male!reader #halloqueenevent #halloqueen #halloqueen event

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sharkfish · 5 years

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ps i loved this one

(rereading bookmarks edition part 2)

(part 1)

i’ve been rereading stories from my bookmarks as a comfort thing. i’m getting real deep in there to stuff i haven’t (re)read for years, and damn do i have good taste. the ones i’ve read recently that you should, too:

(under the cut so i’m not that asshole that makes you scroll past an endless post)

Best Laid Plans by Persephoneshadow

Things are going well for Dean: he's landed the biggest design job of his architectural career and is about to get final approval on the project despite how difficult the development company, personified by Castiel Novak, has made it. It's not bad for a moody omega...except things are also going terribly for Dean because he has to get in a plane and fly to a meeting, and course ends up in heat a few hours before. Luckily, Castiel is there to help and both men discover the good that can come when nothing goes quite as intended.

i don’t know why i’m such a ho for stories where dean thinks cas hates him, but cas secretly adores him and is just a little “rusty” on his “people skills.” i’m also a ho for stories where dean is a gd skilled genius but his dumb ass still thinks his work sucks and/or anything good is due to other people instead of himself. and also, heat boning.

Confessions of a Cam Boy by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Dean runs a cam show to pay his way through marketing school, but he's about to start an internship that he doesn't know will change his life. Watching Dean's show is Castiel's favorite way to wind down after a stressful day at Sandover Bridge & Iron. When Cas comes to work one day and finds his favorite cam boy setting coffee on his desk, he is completely thrown. Will Dean finish his internship without knowing his favorite viewer is his new boss, or will he be able to see through Cas' non-existent poker face and figure it out?

omg poor cas is soooo awkward and dean is weirded out about how much his new boss seems to dislike him and then it’s super sexy >:)

For Science by shiphitsthefan

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

everyone is such adorable nerds in this one. it’s a fic about rimming, but it’s also about love and discovering yourself and acceptance. it explores cas’s realization through his connection with dean that he’s not straight up ace but more grey/demi - and that doesn’t mean he was “faking” being ace up until he met dean.

Friends with Benefits with Tentacles by andimeantittosting (Saylee)

Dean's never been embarrassed about his porn collection before, but that was before he found Cas holding his prized copy of Sweet Princess Asuka and the Tentacles of Pleasure. Dean finds himself sweating bullets—because this is Cas, sweet, nerdy Cas. Cas, his friend. Cas, his roommate. Cas, his—only slightly out-of-control—crush.

Cas, with his big, blue eyes and muscular arms and perpetual sex hair.

Cas, with his tentacles.

The last thing he expects is for Cas to suggest they experiment together.

there are not enough tentacle fics out there and i 100000% approve of this addition to the tag. i love that dean is out there legitimately studying porn, and the tentacles are obviously super fun, and there were parts where my heart hurt so bad, all around a damn fine fic.

Grown-Ups Making Grown-Up Choices by Carrieosity

Dean is a grown-ass man - he can take perfectly good care of himself, thank you very much. Except that sometimes the easier or more fun choices aren't always the right or best ones, and, all right, maybe thinking ahead and working the long game isn't his strongest suit. It's fine! He's fine.

When he meets Castiel, he realizes that flying by the seat of his pants may not be the best way to attract the super-serious (gorgeous, funny, genius) Alpha. Dean's shrink has been telling him he needs to start making "grown-up choices," and if that's what he has to think about in order to make Cas fall for him, then he'll give it a whirl.

i LOVE this fic (series). i feel so hard for dean feeling like he’s too old for his life to still be a mess, but i also felt sad for him that he thought he had to make all these hardcore changes - basically turn himself into a different person - to be worthy of cas’s attentions. i fucking adore cas in this, and i nearly cried just thinking about all the damn peppers they eat, and i want to read it again right now.

If I Run by Anonymous

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

***

Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

i really really love this fic and reread it pretty often tbh. it only became “anonymous” pretty recently and i’m so curious about why!! regardless, this fic is a really great time!!!

It's Always More Than Once (Before It Takes) by squeemonster

The first time it happens, it's because of boredom. Or, at least that's what Dean tells himself to justify it. Boredom and Dean Winchester are a dangerous combination, especially when you factor in beer, a raging libido, and laziness.

dean: my dudes, is it gay to do sexy stuff with your male bff? cuz i’m totally straight. but also, having sex with my male bff.

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

you know how sometimes you read a fic, and it takes ages to get yourself out of that world? even though you’re finished, you’re still right there with him? this is one of those fics. i reread it a couple weeks ago and fell asleep thinking about it last night. i cry a lot reading this one.

Living in Agony by ChasingRabbits

Dean Winchester's life is... well, it's not great. He's a gym teacher, he's in his thirties, and he can't seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don't allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

there aren’t a lot of stories that deal with themes of mental illness, and a lot of them read like an episode of degrassi where everything wraps up in 30min to never be discussed again. this story is honest in that there’s no easy out. there’s medication and therapy and supportive people, but that’s not always enough. it’s a story about how you don’t have to be mentally ill to be fucked up, and while people can’t fix each other, they can help each other. content note: references to a pre-story suicide attempt.

Oddly Shaped Empty by jemariel

Dean grew up thinking -- knowing -- he'd be an alpha.

Until he failed to present. As a beta, he has no mating cycle, no noticeable pheromones, none of the physical markers that are so important in a world of alphas and omegas. He's out of place. How is he supposed to navigate his relationships and find love when he doesn't fit into the neatly-defined boxes he's used to?

By the time he meets his new roommate, Castiel, he's more or less given up on finding a mate. He wears his secondary gender like a chip on his shoulder. But you never know what the future holds, who will come into your life, and how they might change it forever.....

Queer themes, finding identity, reconciling the past, and a whole lot of smut.

y’all know @jemariel is a gd genius, but i’m particularly obsessed with their fics that use abo to explore queer identify & experiences. i hold my breath reading most of this fic and also cry.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

what’s on the tin. a quick lil breathplay fic that is thoroughly enjoyable.

Unsolicited by Dangerousnotbroken

In which Dean Winchester gets an unsolicited dick pic from an unknown sender which is both totally not disappointing in that it's a really nice dick pic, and incredibly disappointing in that it's clearly a downloaded picture of his favorite porn star.

There's absolutely no way it's actually this porn star sending it to him, right?

Right?

this is a destiel classic and i feel like anyone who isn’t new here has probably read it. but here’s your reminder that this is a great fic and you should (re)read it.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

it’s a “cas learning about sex” and also dirty talk, which are both things i’m really into!! and DNB is a genius so that’s even better.

if you enjoy these fics (and you should), please give the writer some love via kudos and/or comments. <3

ps - as always, if i didn’t tag the writer and you know their tumblr, please tag in the comments. i don’t think there’s a writer alive who wouldn’t be happy to be on a rec list. :)

#sharklist #sharkrecs

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hannie-dul-set · 5 years

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(thirteen times) i love you— 03

— wherein y/n (a hopeless romantic) seems to fall in love with nearly ever guy she meets. so, she writes letters for them to compensate. these letters weren't meant for them to read, but what happens when they all end up receiving them?

03 // dumb excuse

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hello hello, part three is here!! lmk what you think hehheheh 👀✨

part 4 will be on July 16th, 8:00 PM EST!

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"Wait, so you're saying, Choi Seungcheol, aka Mr. Boy I Loved # 12, volunteered to help you retrieve your letters back?" Jiyeon asked in disbelief before taking a sip on her carton of milk.

"I know right! God, I don't know what went inside his head for him to decide to help me," you groaned, "What if he's just doing it to make fun of me?" With a whine, you buried your face in your arms.

"I doubt it," you heard Hyerim respond from behind you. Tray in hand, she makes her way towards Jiyeon and takes a seat beside her, "I think he's gonna expose you to his friends first, before making fun of you."

You threw your crumpled trash at her and shot her a glare, "I hate you," once again, you let yourself drown in your arms.

"I'm only joking," Hyerim laughs, "Besides, Seungcheol really is a nice guy. I'm sure he's genuine in trying to help you," you could hear Jiyeon hum in agreement.

You let out a huff, "I hope you're right— I have to meet up with him in a while," you took a glance at your watch— ten minutes until you and Seungcheol had to meet. He agreed to give you back your letter, and afterwards, the both of you were to formulate a plan on how to retrieve the rest.

"Uh oh, you better head out then," Jiyeon remarked, "I could see one of your ex obsessions breaching the perimeter," she nudged her head at one of the cafeteria tables. You slowly turned your head towards the direction, letting out a groan upon seeing your editor-in-chief, Jeon Wonwoo. If he won't confront me about the letter, then he's definitely gonna kill me for not heading to the clubroom yesterday— none of which I'd like to experience just yet.

You grabbed your bag in a rush and stood up, "I'll see you guys later," you bid your friends farewell before briskly walking towards the cafeteria's exit, hoping that the male didn't see you.

You let out a sigh of relief once you reached the hallway. You heard a buzz coming from you pocket and you assumed that was Seungcheol.

[seungcheol: hey im at the tables outside. where are you]

[you: im omw, had to deal with sth just now]

You finally arrived at your destination. You scanned the area for any sight of the male, and you managed to spot him sitting on one of the tables at the far end, tapping away on his phone.

[you: im here]

Immediately, he looked up from his phone. A large smile appeared on his face upon meeting your eyes. He waved his hand, beckoning you to come over, and you followed. You could feel a slight tinge of nervousness as you neared closer to the male.

"Hey," Seungcheol greeted you, a grin on his face and you offered him a tight lipped smile in response. His happy expression morphed into a frown, "What? You still don't trust me?" He pouted.

"It's— It's not that," you bit your lip, looking away from the male, "I'm just embarrassed— that's all," you heard him chuckle at your explanation, causing you to glare at him. He patted his hand on the chair beside him, urging you to take a seat. The glare on your face was still present as you sat down.

"No need to be embarrassed, Y/N, it's all in the past," Seungcheol opened his bag, his hand reaching in for something. In one swift motion, he pulls out your letter, "Here," he smiles at you, "I'm sure you've been wanting to get your hands on this."

Letting out a small shriek, you snatch the object from his grasp, "Oh my god, my baby—" you bring the letter to your chest, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. You stay in that position for a while, not paying any attention to the male that's been looking at you with a small smile on his face the entire time.

"Damn, I knew it was important to you , but I didn't know it meant that much," Seungcheol's voice interrupts your mini-episode. You sneered, "Of course, you wouldn't know," you stayed silent for a moment before facing the male, "But, thank you."

The gentle smile on Seungcheol's face never falters, "No problem," he adjusts his seating position before speaking up once again, "So, what are you planning on next?"

You rested your chin on your palm, your free hand twiddling with the letter, "I don't know, " You sighed, "But as much as possible, I'd like to avoid facing my disaster head-on, thank you very much."

A disapproving sound escaped Seungcheol's lips, "Tsk, that won't do," He scolded you, "You won't be able to accomplish anything if you do that,"

"What else can I do?" You groaned, "I don't exactly have the guts of steel, Mr. Choi Seungcheol."

"That's why I'm here, Y/N," he sent a wink at your direction. God, you really wanted to smack him, but he was right. You won't be able to go anywhere if you don't confront them— that is unless you consider sneaking around and taking the the letters without their knowledge, which you're totally up for, by the way.

Your meeting with Seungcheol sadly got cut short by the bell ringing. The both of you stood up and started to gather your things. You slipped the letter into one of your notebooks— you'll place it in a safe box later when you get home. One down, twelve more to go.

The both of you head inside the school building in silence. Seungcheol tapped your shoulder, causing you stop your legs. You face the male, raising your brow at him as you wait for what he has to say.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah? Tell me if anything happens," he smiled. You gave him a quick nod before the both of you finally parted ways.

Surprisingly, you managed to trek down the hallway without having to hide yourself in another locker or having to run another god forsaken marathon. You hadn't ran into any of the boys yet which is definitely good on your part since you weren't mentally prepared to face any of them yet (Seungcheol was an exemption).

You entered class, and lo and behold, Seungkwan was sitting on the desk right beside the door. You let out a yelp, loud enough for half of the class to hear, and you quickly slapped your palm onto your lips. Luckily, the professor wasn't around yet— with yesterday's events, he probably wouldn't let this one slide.

You timidly shuffled around the classroom and decided to sit down at the very back— not your preferred seat, but you wanted to avoid the male as much as possible. While taking out your things, you heard the screech of a chair from beside you, followed by the sound of someone sitting down. You turn your head to see who had decided to sit next to you, and the moment you saw the person— you paled, eyes widening and choking on literally nothing in the process.

"Don't think you could run away just like last time, Y/N— you have some explaining to do," Seungkwan warned you before giving his attention to your professor that had just made his arrival.

Okay, that was unexpected. You only anticipated three things to happen whenever any of the boys decide to confront you— they'll either reject you (obviously), make fun of your cheesy writing, or profess their love for you in return (highly unlikely). You clearly didn't expect a threat.

For the rest of the class, you could only think about Seungkwan's words. You yourself know that you obviously had to explain things, but how did he know? You mentally cursed at yourself. Focus on class, Y/N, think about this shit later. You weren't gonna lie, this entire situation was really giving off a negative impact on your studies— well, your whole life, in general— but all you could do was suck it up, the educational system doesn't give a fuck about the students' well being, anyways.

The bell rang, signalling the end of your class and the beginning of your ruin.

You raced towards the door, hoping to evade the male's confrontation, but for some reason, the path to the door seemed way longer than it was supposed to be (plus the fact there's literally a large mass of students trying to get out, as well). You had no choice but to accept your dreaded fate.

Seungkwan appeared beside you, holding a tight grip on your wrist in case you try to run away (a good idea on his part). You furrowed your brows. It confused you as to why he was so adamant about having you to explain the reason for the letter. Maybe it could be something else? If so, then it must be really really bad for Seungkwan to act like this. At that thought, your nerves started to surface even harder than before.

Upon reaching the hallway, Seungkwan wordlessly dragged you to a corner. The students that were around gave the both of you questioning looks as you passed them by. The male decided to stop, and without even giving you much time to think, he uttered out,

"What the fuck?"

Your features morphed into a mix of confusion and alarm. What? The male probably noticed your expression, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it's not fucking funny," Seungkwan glared at you, causing you to flinch. "Vernon approached me yesterday after school, saying he received a letter from you— a love letter, to be more specific," the male's glare doesn't leave his features.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

You bit your lip, trying to think of the proper words to say, "I—I can explain, Seungkwan—"

"You better," he snapped. "I honestly do not understand you, Y/N. We used to be friends— hell, Vernon even considered you to be his best friend, years ago. I know it may have already been six years, but do you think it's okay to try and lead two people on?"

You stayed silent. You wanted to wait for him to finish before reasoning yourself out.

"Not to mention that one of the two literally used to be the closest with you, Y/N." Seungkwan's tone started to become softer, "He may have left that day, Y/N, but Vernon doesn't deserve the shit that you're trying to pull."

Seungkwan looked at you, waiting for what you have to say. You breathed in, hoping that the male would understand you explanation.

"That was never my intention, Seungkwan, " he scoffed but didn't say anything, "Actually, those— those letters weren't supposed to be sent in the first place."

Seungkwan eyed you in disbelief, "I thought you were smart, Y/N, but that's got to be the dumbest excuse I've ever heard."

"I'm telling the truth, Seungkwan. You were never meant to read that— those letters were written for myself," You explained. It's clear that the male still doesn't believe you, but you persist, "I wrote Hansol's letter after he left for America, I wrote your letter when you rose me up while I was absolutely devastated that he left. Everything inside those letters were true— I really did love the both of you."

Seungkwan didn't say anything, but his eyes remained on you.

"And you were never meant to find out."

It was quiet— the only sound that emanated from the both of you was the sound of your heavy breathing. Seungkwan didn't look at you, his eyes were focused on the ground beneath him. You pressed your lips together, afraid if the male believed your words or not. A sigh escaped Seungkwan's lips, he raised his head and looked at you in the eye.

"Alright," he breathed, "I believe you."

It felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders. You were about to collapse onto the floor out of relief (and you really couldn't face him anymore after all of that), but Seungkwan wasn't finished.

"But, that doesn't mean I'm still not mad at you," Your face dropped. What else does he want? Your mouth formed into a frown. The window seemed really tempting right now.

"I'll be honest with you, Y/N. I was actually really pleased upon receiving your letter, but Vernon wasn't," Seungkwan stated, distress evident in his voice and features, "To put it in simple terms— he feels like shit."

You furrowed your brows, "Wait, why?" Seungkwan let out a sigh, his hands started to fidget.

"I don't know what exactly you wrote in his letter, but he says he feels really bad for leaving you," he explained, "I mean, he felt bad even before, obviously, but he feels like absolute shit for breaking your heart without knowing."

Oh no. Your heart fell. You didn't want anyone— especially Vernon— to feel that way because of you. It wasn't his decision to leave in the first place. If anyone were to blame, that was you for literally having zero control over your feelings.

"Listen, Y/N," Seungkwan's stern tone interrupted your turbulent thoughts, "I'm not returning your letter unless you talk to Vernon."

"I was planning on talking to him, anyways! God, I can't just let him beat himself up for that," Your voice ended up being louder than expected, eliciting a flinch from the male before you. You mumbled out a quiet 'sorry' before speaking out again.

"But," You sighed, not looking at the male, "I don't think I'm ready to talk to him yet."

"I'll be keeping your letter for the meantime, then," Seungkwan remarked, "As his best friend, I can't stand seeing him like that, Y/N. But he won't listen to anything I say— he'd only listen if it comes from you."

Your eyes were stuck to the floor as you heard Seungkwan making his leave. You stood there in silence, reflecting on what the male had just said. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh.

You'll talk to Vernon sooner or later, but for now, you have other problems to deal with.

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pixeldreqms · 4 years

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september 2018

there's an estimated forty days left of filming and already, ian's dreading the end. he's been trying harder to enjoy the little moments, and not just be miserable because he knows they won't last forever. it's hard, but he's trying. he's almost never as happy as he is when he's with these people, his fellow losers, and he doesn't want to waste the time he has left with them.

forty days.

probably closer to thirty nine now since it's past midnight. one more day down. but that's something he's not letting himself linger on. instead, his eyes settle on kennedy who is getting his ass kicked in a video game but is still laughing so loud that the sound is filling the entire basement of the rented house. he focuses on that sound and can't help but smile. he focuses on it and he swears every sad thought in his head floats away, just like that.

he accepted earlier in the summer that his feelings for kenny weren't as platonic as he had originally thought. but in his defense, he was only twelve when they first met. he had a lot of figuring out to do.

he's figured it out now.

he loves all his friends, strongly and deeply, and he's a little co-dependent with more than a couple of them. if he goes a day without talking to evan, he genuinely misses him. he goes out of his way to visit the burgess' at every given chance. each member of the cast has expressed annoyance with the way he spams the group chat while they're all asleep. he's entirely convinced he needs june to survive. and he feels all that with kenny, too, so it took him some time to realize just how much more he felt. and how he felt things for him that went well beyond the things he felt for everyone else he loved.

he doesn't get an overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss any of his other friends when they get too close, for starters. that was a big tip off for ian.

kenny jokingly winked at him once and he felt like someone had lit him on fire.

he constantly found himself shoving others aside just to stand by him in group photos or to sit by him on a couch during a movie.

his own behavior should have been a giveaway right away, but he's not exactly very experienced in that area. not in just dating, but even with liking people. he's only really had one real crush before, and he'd been twelve. and he'd never liked one of his guy friends before either - but he'd accepted that fact easily. given how many male tv characters he'd been infatuated with over the years, and his long-standing secret harry styles obsession that started back when he was ten years old, he'd always suspected he wasn't totally straight. he still hasn't slapped a label on himself yet, but he doesn't think he needs to know for sure what he is to know that he definitely has feelings for kenny.

feelings that are so intense that sometimes he can't even think about anything else. feelings that are so all-consuming that all he wants to talk about 24/7 is kenny and he has to force himself, multiple times a day, to shut up about him or else he'll give himself away or let too much slip. and he knows better than to say anything, to kenny, or to anyone.

but god he wants to.

he's kept this feeling bottled up for months now, though it feels like so much longer, and sometimes he feel like he's gonna burst from how bad he wants to talk about it. his journal only has so many pages he can wax poetic about kenny onto, and he's sure even the inanimate object is sick of hearing about his crush. he needs a pair of real ears. and maybe someone to tell him he's not stupid or crazy for falling for his best friend. because boy oh boy does he feel like he is sometimes.

evan's loud hooping and hollering covers up the sound of kenny's laughter, and ian rolls his eyes but can't help but grin in amusement. his victory had been predicted since mid-game, but evan was still celebrating like he'd done something impressive.

in an attempt to show kenny support, ian raises his arm and gives evan and his win a thumbs down. "booooooo."

he gets two middle fingers raised at him for his efforts. he thinks that's all he's getting in return for voicing his disapproval, until evan drops the controller and comes flying past the gaming area, past the couch, and leaping onto ian where he's sprawled across a huge bean bag chair.

"hey, i wanted to play the winner!" jeremy shouts from the couch in front of the tv, where the other four teenagers had been sat, partially watching the game, partially on their phones, mostly having their own conversations.

ian easily could have squeezed in with them, but he couldn't resist a good bean bag. plus, he was closer to the little mini bar area that this place had. the bar itself wasn't stocked with alcohol, not that ian cares or jeremy's mom would have let them drink anyway, but she kept the shelves and mini fridge stocked. ian likes being close to the snacks.

"well i'm over here now!" evan yells back. the loud volume right in ian's ear makes him wince. "play the loser. kenny, that's you. you're the loser."

ian shoves evan off of him and onto the floor. "dick."

"no," evan says, rejecting his removal from the chair. "move your ass."

"no." but he does it anyway. he can't move much or else he'd be on the floor, because yes it's a big seat, but they're both months away from being sixteen and are not the same small twelve year olds they'd been when they first met. they've hit massive growth spurts since then. sharing small spaces isn't as easy as it once was, but it doesn't stop them from trying. evan ends up with one of his legs completely over ian's and their shoulders pressed together. ian lets it happen, but he's still mildly annoyed about it. "wow, this is so comfortable. i'm so glad you came all the way over here to dig your elbow into my stomach. feels great."

"are you saying you don't want to sit with me, you a**hole?" evan asks.

evan's elbow digs deeper into his side and ian's pretty sure it's on purpose. he grimaces and shifts as much as he can but still doesn't move out of the seat.

"that's literally exactly what i'm saying, yeah. you stink."

the bickering continues, because it never really ends with them. there's an almost constant flow of jokes and jabs between them. but for as much as they give each other sh*t, him and evan have definitely had their fair share of genuine moments between them. anytime ian has an anxiety attack in a group setting, evan's one of a few who knows how to calm him. ian's called him crying about his family or about wanting to go home more than once. there was also the time on set during their first movie together where after an intense, emotional scene, they'd both cried and hugged each other until they got it out of their system. sometimes his relationship with evan reminds him of his relationship with his sister, and the way they can pick and pick at each other, but at the end of the day, they'd die for one another.

it's just really fun to insult each other, so they do it often.

eventually, after evan shouts at ian to eat an ass, they're informed they're being too loud.

anna, the only girl in a group of boys, shushes them with so much aggression that it terrifies ian a little. she puts up with so much nonsense every time she hangs out with them, he's just waiting for the day she finally snaps. he knows he doesn't want it to be his fault, so he does as he's told and shushes.

"they're all haters," evan mutters.

ian nods. "they wanna be us so bad."

and just like that, they're on the same team again.

ian feels a vibration against his leg and realizes his phone's fallen under his thigh. as he digs it out, he sees evan's own attention has momentarily returned to the game on the tv just as the loading screen transitions back into gameplay, so he feels less bad about checking it. reading kenny's name on his screen, he visibly lights up, grinning at the text.

'if he's being a dick, come escape and play me next,' kenny has written.

ian quickly types back. 'he's not, but i might anyway. wanna be next to kick your ass.'

he glances across the room, but he can't see kenny at all where he's sitting on the floor in front of the couch, so he has no idea if he's grinning as big as ian is just from seeing a new text from him. he can't imagine he is, but it's still a nice thought. as soon as the round on the tv ends and the loading screen is back up, kenny starts typing.

'I THINK I'M WINNING THIS TIME.'

ian's smile widens, his cheeks sore from it, but he doesn't get a chance to start replying before -

"is it a meme?" evan asks, neck craning to look. ian clicks back to his homescreen quickly.

"is what a meme?"

evan slumps back a little once ian drops his phone to his lap. "whatever you were staring at like that."

"no, or - yeah." he answers, then changes his answer when he realizes he can't tell him what he was actually grinning at.

he wasn't as subtle as he had hoped.

"you lookin' at something nasty?" evan asks. "you fvcking freak?"

ian blinks, then deadpans, "yes. i'm looking at something nasty while surrounded by my friends. with you practically in my lap. you caught me."

"thought so. looking like a blushing school girl over here." that one's a little too close to home considering he feels like a smitten school girl every time he sees or talks to kenny, so ian shoves evan for it. he almost rolls over the edge of the seat but gets a palm on the ground to steady himself. "come on. seriously. what was it? what's so secret?"

"fvck, you're nosy."

"invested in your life," evan corrects him.

"nosy," ian insists.

evan gives him a look, a raised brow and a silent dude, come on, tell me, and ian takes a breath.

he reminds himself there's a reason he's kept this secret so under wraps. as much as he wants to scream from the rooftop how much he likes kenny, the risk of him finding out isn't worth it. he'd ruin not only their friendship, but probably the entire group. they'd never be able to all be together. not with kenny inevitably being weirded out by ian's crush, and ian being too mortified to be around him anymore. the rest of filming would be a nightmare. getting through press and the promotion would be torture. he'd lose his favorite person.

nothing good could possibly come from people knowing.

then, he reminds himself this is evan. they may thrive off of giving each other sh*t, but he can trust him. he's never let him down before. not when it mattered. if there's anyone he can tell and trust they won't screw him over by letting it slip, he feels like it's evan.

if for no other reason than he'd suffer, too. not just because ian would never forgive him, but he'd hate it if the group dynamic was thrown out of wack, too.

evan feels like a safe place to finally be honest.

so he exhales, and speaks.

"it was a - i was looking at something from - it's a someone."

a bit of a rocky start, but he got where he was trying to go after a few attempts.

"you have a someone?" evan asks, seeming mildly offended that this isn't information he was already privy to. "someone i don't know about?"

"i don't really have someone," ian tells him. "i just... want to. i want to be with them."

"who is she?"

"it's..." ian's voice is barely a whisper at this point. "it's not a girl..."

the silence that follows is the longest, most anxiety inducing silence ian has ever experienced. it can't be more than twenty seconds, probably not even that long, before evan speaks again but it feels like a lifetime. he doesn't know why he's so nervous about the reaction to this. he knows evan well enough to know he won't care, but people can be surprising in the worst ways sometimes. and he's never done this before. he's pretty sure his sister has an inkling, but he's never come out and admitted it to her. this is the first time he's having the actual conversation and god it's fvcking terrifying. he kind of wants to cry suddenly but he's really holding himself together.

even while fearing and preparing himself for the worst, he mostly expects evan to react with some generic but kind sentiment. a that's okay with me, dude or an i love and accept you, pal.

that's not what he gets.

after a moment, evan's brow furrows, his head tilts just slightly, and he asks, as sincere as can be, "man, is it me?"

it's just what ian needs to hear to ease his tension. he throws his head back and lets out a cackle. the ache in his stomach is no longer due to nerves, but from how hard he's laughing. "absolutely fvcking -" he has to stop, pausing as he got through another fit of laughter. "oh, absolutely fvcking not."

a tear rolls down his cheek and he flicks it away as he finally starts to calm down. then he gets a good look at how unamused evan looks and it sets him off again.

"okay, it's not me, i got it!" evan says in a hushed whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of ian's own laughter. "who is it then?"

the nerves are back, suddenly. and again, he doesn't even know why. he wants this. he wants to be able to talk to someone about his feelings. he wants evan to know. but his palms are still sweating.

"you can't tell him," ian says softly. "i'll literally strangle you. you have to swear."

"i swear," he assures him. "so it's someone i know?"

he's pretty sure evan knows everyone ian knows. even his few remaining guy friends from back home, evan's met. but he doesn't remind him of that now, just nods and confirms. "yeah. it's someone you know."

"who? i'm not gonna tell, ian."

nervously, he glances towards the couch, just to make sure the game was still being played and their entire group of friends hadn't turned around to stare and listen to his confession. all he sees are the backs of heads, and he can hear everyone's laughter mixed with anna's muffled trash talk as she has a go at the game. no one's paying attention to him except for evan.

for some reason, he's having a hard time looking at him. the hardest part is already over, he tells himself, just spit his name out. but he's also telling himself that it's not too late and he can keep this secret to himself. evan would be annoyed about the cliffhanger, but ian could deal with that easier than he could deal with other possible outcomes of telling him.

no. he's doing this.

suck it the fvck up.

with his eyes on the back of the couch, in the smallest voice possible, he admits, "kenny."

he doesn't know what evan's initial reaction is, because it takes a few seconds for him to finally meet his eyes again, but when he does look at him again, his face isn't easy to read. he doesn't look shocked, exactly - and really, given that ian is arguably closest to kenny and evan out of everyone, it probably wasn't the most surprising name he could have said. if anything, he looks... confused?

"you're not gonna tell him, are you?" ian asks, misreading the look as inner turmoil about not wanting to keep a secret from their other best friend.

that's not at all what it is.

"no, i said i'm not," evan huffs. "but, why the fvck is it not me?"

"i'm - i'm sorry?" ian says, because what else does he say to that? "are you offended that i don't have a crush on you?"

"am i not cute?"

"evan, this isn't how people are supposed to react to sh*t like this -"

"i just can't believe out of everyone - kenny." he whispers it, at least. "and not me? really?"

"i'd love it if you weren't so fvcking weird about this."

"i'm not being weird! it being me just would have made sense, is all i'm saying."

ian squints. "and it being kenny doesn't make sense?"

evan sighs, falling back into the chair a little. "yeah, i guess it does. it does."

"just to make sure - " ian says, putting a hand up. "you don't - i mean, you're not upset because you like - "

"ew, don't even say it. i don't like you."

it's ian's turn to sigh and lean back into the seat. "okay, cool. you're just... fvcking weird. that's good to know."

there's a moment of silence and ian just breathes. he did it. he did it and nothing's changed, nothing world shattering happened. he feels like a weight's been lifted, just by telling one person. it feels really good. even if it didn't go how he'd have imagined it to. still good.

"knew it couldn't have been a meme you were looking at," evan says a minute later. "the memes you send are never that funny."

ian scoffs. "fvck you. i send the funniest memes."

"willow sends the funniest memes."

"you're gonna go to hell for saying sh*t like that. lying is a fcking sin."

"is it?"

ian pauses.

"... i'm not sure. i think so. did neither of us go to church growing up? that kind of explains a lot."

there's an angry cry from the front of the room that draws their attention. anna curses, followed by kenny laughing. once again, ian smiles at the sound.

the laughter, not the cursing.

"did kenny actually win?!" evan shouts over to the rest of the group.

kenny and anna stand up as the other three perk up on the couch to look over at the two in the bean bag.

"i've been winning!" kenny calls back.

jeremy chimes in. "he's on a winning streak!"

"more like a cheating streak," anna mumbles.

"he's beaten everyone except evan," jeremy says.

"ahem!" evan waves a hand, gesturing to ian. "not everyone except evan. let ian at him."

ian tries to suppress his grin. he'd been so worried about the bad outcomes of telling evan, but he hadn't considered all the good reasons. like evan helping him get closer to kenny. even just in little ways, like playing video games. maybe this was a better idea than he thought.

he meets kenny's eyes and when kenny smiles at him, he can't hide his own anymore.

"ian?" kenny asks. "you want the winner?"

evan nudges ian in the side, winking at him as they make eye contact and calling out to kenny, "yeah, he does."

on second thought, he might end up regretting it.

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