#they are always the first ones to reassure him when he messes up or celebrate when he does something good

[dreamlandgirlie]

you guys do not understand the significance of this friendship 😭😭 THEY’RE SO SWEET

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez Reaction ✧ When they weren't your first bias

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, humor ✧ warnings: none

Hongjoong:

the nr 1 overly attached jealous bf in front of atiny so obviously he has to play his part when he finds out that you originally biased Seonghwa

makes you wish he had never found out tbh jdbdjxjjd

but you just can't deny it when he finds your old stash of Seonghwa photocards

"I'm not upset, it's fine. People's tastes can change." - says that while sounding VERY upset

will leave it at that for now but will get a giggle out of reminding you of this in the most unexpected moments

gives you a gift that you don't react to super enthusiastically: "Well, it doesn’t have Seonghwa’s face on it, so I get that you don't like it."

you don't hug him back once because you're distracted by something else: "Well, I'm not Seonghwa, so I get it."

you don’t pick up his call because you weren’t looking at your phone: “You’d have picked up if it was Seonghwa, right?”

will he ever stop? nobody knows

at this point you can’t even tell whether he’s just messing with you or if he’s actually still petty about it kasdjöfklas

Seonghwa:

his pride is definitely hurt when one day you mention to him that you used to be a Yeosang stan

“What do you mean? Like… I wasn’t your first bias?”

you try to brush it off by telling him people’s tastes change, it’s really not that deep

well, it is that deep to him kasdljföas

“Like… you liked someone else before me? It wasn’t love at first sight??”

turns out he always thought he was your first bias and now you just shattered his entire worldview ksdjfkal

needs to know exactly why you liked him, in as much detail as possible, so he can do better!!

thinks this is some kind of competition, even though your little celebrity crush on Yeosang is long over ksadjflkas

actually it’s quite charming and definitely entertaining to see him making such an effort, so you decide to watch for a while before starting another attempt at reassuring him that he’s just perfect the way he is in your eyes, and he can stop comparing himself with his team member now :’)

Yunho:

deliberately startles you by sneaking up to you from behind when he catches you watching a Mingi fancam

“Oh? What’s that?”

softly laughs at you when you instinctively hide your phone screen jasklfjösadk

but then you also scold him for surprising you like that

he’s quick to apologize and sits down next to you, already having figured out what’s going on

“Was your first bias Mingi?” - you can’t but admit to it

but Yunho just acknowledges it with a nod - he knows you like him best now and he doesn’t mind that you used to like someone else

“So your type are tall guys?” he questions and then laughs about it

yeah, this one’s just completely chill about it, really he sees no reason why he would be upset about something like this

Yeosang:

barely even reacts when you tell him that your first bias was Jongho

"Ah." - simply shrugs it off??

so you go on with your conversation which eventually drifts off to a different topic

you're thankful that he doesn't really mind or seem jealous

you'd go as far as to say you're glad you have such a mature boyfriend!!

... until you're about to walk away to go do something else and you hear him mutter something under his breath

"I'm much better than him anyway."

???

so you turn around and say "what" and he's fully ready to explain lol

"Well, first of all I'm more handsome than him. I'm also much nicer to you. Also I personally think I'm a better dancer."

gives you a full list of reasons why he’s better than him that sounds a little too much like he had prepared it in advance jcjdjxjx

San:

“Wow, Y/N, I expected better from you!!”

ngl you’re scared to death when you hear him yelling that from the other room, but once you find him holding up all your Wooyoung merch the tension leaves your body at once

obviously the first thing that comes to mind is asking him whether he’s jealous that you used to bias his best friend aksdjflkas

“I mean- You never even told me about this!!”

you try to calm him down by telling him it was just a phase, San is now your nr 1, etcetc, but he just won’t let it be

“No, I mean… how can you keep these when you’re dating me now…” his voice just gets smaller and smaller sakdfjlas

poor bby is actually upset about this, so you resort to the only thing you can imagine would work to calm him down

you take the merch away from him and give him a big hug, letting him rest his head against your shoulder

he pouts at you and makes you kiss him as reassurance, because he is obviously jealous, but also he would never admit that out loud laskdjfka

tries to act like nothing happened after getting all the cuddles he needs to feel better about it lol

Mingi:

it’s when you’re cleaning your apartment together that you stumble upon all of your Yunho merch and you immediately feel guilty about keeping it a secret from him

you figured he might be hurt over it, and though you were looking for a good time to tell him about it, that moment just never came

“Ah, right… I used to be Yunho biased actually…” you briefly explain and try to laugh it off

“Yeah, I knew about that.” - his unbothered reaction catches you off guard, so you ask if he’s not upset

“Why would I be upset? He’s my bias too!” 

?????????

ends up looking through your collection with you and you swear he has heart eyes a few too many times aksdfjökas

so all’s well that ends well, right? wrong.

because several days later he will wake you up in the middle of the night and confess that maybe he is a little jealous after all…

needs you to reassure him that you’re nothing more than Yunho’s fan, and Mingi is the one you love the most now!!

Wooyoung:

"What do you mean, you liked Hongjoong??"

you can tell it never even crossed this guy's mind that you could've ever biased someone other than him lol

when it eventually finished sinking in and he stops perplexedly staring at you he just??? pats you on the back??

"Aaaaa, you did well choosing me over him!"

pats your head now??

"I'm actually much better than that guy, you know!!"

gives you a full on speech about how awesome he is and explains to you in detail how basically you'd be doomed if you dated Hongjoong lol

"I mean, he's a great guy! Don't get me wrong! But taking care of you? I mean, come on. You know you can always rely on me, but him??"

expects you to praise him and tell him he's right at the end of it

WILL complain if you don't do that, and the only way to console him is you stroking his ego a bit and lots of kisses :')

Jongho:

when one day you casually mention to him that you used to bias San, you can literally see his brain trying to process that fact

starts sulking???

acts like he's super upset and lowkey complains while just pouting about it

you know he's acting but what you don't know is whether he's just acting or if he's also a little upset (he's VERY upset)

he's also so so embarrassed that he's this upset about something so stupid, so obviously he has to do his utmost to confuse you so you wouldn’t notice his inner turmoil djbdbd

he'll eventually get over it, but the initial shock runs deep lol

will definitely tease you about it at some point or use it as a way to win an argument jdbdhhd

"Oh, would you have been upset about that if it was San too?"

and well, now you're angry, so he's quick to make it clear that he was just joking and will definitely make it up to you with a kiss

[talaok]

At the Met

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

summary: You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways.

warning: angst, jealousy, age-gap

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @vawnila but since I am delusional, I decided to merge it with yesterday's event bc this man...

Pt. 2

[ "And here they come! y/n y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, Hollywood's hottest couple!"

"wow, they look amazing" ]

You'd been to the Met before, and so had Pedro, but going as a couple was something much different, especially with all the talk you two had caused in the last six months. There wasn't a magazine or a blog that wasn't talking about your age gap or the way you'd both robbed millions of women and men of the chance to be with Hollywood's most desired bachelor and bachelorette.

The past few months had been a mess, and still, you didn't think you'd ever had that much fun.

Pedro was everything you had ever wished for in a man. he was kind and sweet and funny, and not any less handsome, he was perfect.

So when he took your hands in his as you walked up the carpet, you couldn't help but smile up at him, just for him to meet your glance with the same adoration.

The carpet was the easy part though, what actually scared you, was the dinner.

Being seated next to a bunch of celebrities you didn't know... that was your personal version of hell, but at least this year Pedro was gonna be next to you.

The first part of the dinner went well, the first moments were awkward as you had expected, but then the woman sitting opposite you broke the ice and everyone seemed to relax.

Pedro sensed your tension at times and tried to soothe you by placing his hand on your thigh, or murmuring something to your ear that most times resembled something like "We're almost done, sweetheart".

It was a good table, don't get me wrong, but there was something about knowing you were being watched and filmed and photographed by the world's most popular celebrities that always prevented you from fully calming down.

You were always on edge, only waiting for something bad to happen, until finally, your fear came to life.

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and were finding your way through the maze made of chairs and tables arranged in the room, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey baby"

wait a minute,

you knew that voice.

You turned around, "Hi Nathan"

Of course you'd meet your ex here.

"Funny meeting you here" he grinned

"I had no idea you were coming"

"Neither did I about you, darling," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, not even pretending to not be checking you out "You're beautiful as ever" he complimented, his fingers tracing the side of your dress, and you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully "really" he spoke, his voice lower "You're breathtaking, baby"

"thank you" You felt your cheeks get some involuntary color "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"

"why thank you" he joked "I wanted to find someone to have some fun with, but I think I might just have"

"Nathan..."

"What princess?"

You sighed "You can use my name y'know?"

"oh I know" he reassured "I just know how much you like when I call you names" he murmured, getting closer as he moved some hair away from your face "especially on some occasions"

"Nathan what are you d-"

"c'mon y/n you know what you mean to me," he said, his voice already resembling a beg "I'm not asking for anything, I'm just saying you know we could have fun... like the old times"

"Nathan I-"

"y/n I love you" he confessed, not for the first time since the breakup "You know I love you. I love you so much I can't live without you. This past year has been hell, and I know it's been the same for you. I need you y/n, and you need me, baby, we need each other." he spoke seemingly without taking a single breath, and you were frantically looking around you, praying no one was paying you two any mind "and I know you love me back, just admit it, we could start all over again, just forget all about the past" he implored.

"Nathan I have a boyfriend" you spat out

"who, that grandpa?" he mocked "I know you don't love him, he's just a-a phase, you know you should be with me. Deep down you know" 

You hadn't noticed how his hand had made its way to your arm.

"Let's go now, we can take my car and run away baby"

Your mouth gaped open but before you could speak, a barking voice intervened.

"go where?"

Your eyes traveled to your left, and just as you suspected, they met Pedro's.

Nathan, like the coward that he was, swallowed nervously as he looked back at you.

"nowhere," you said "Don't worry babe" you tried being casual, as you took a step toward your boyfriend, feeling grateful for a way out of that situation "Well it was nice seeing you Nathan, but I better go now," you forced a polite smile at him, as you intertwined your arm with your boyfriend's.

"goodbye buddy," Pedro said, in a more than slightly threatening tone.

"c'mon," you urged him, starting to walk away.

"think about what I said" Nathan spoke again, his tone deprived of all bravery all of a sudden.

You didn't even look back, just started to quicken your pace towards the table (Your need to use the bathroom had been long forgotten) when you felt Pedro tightening his arm's grip as he moved you into the trajectory of a private part of the gallery.

You frowned, once he stopped, looking around at the empty room.

"what is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated, clearly incredulous

"What?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Who"

"y/n..."

"Nathan?" you asked "Babe who cares, you know how he is, he's dumb, there's nothing I can do about it"

"tell me what he told you" you could see perfectly through this calm act.

You sighed "he told me he loves me and that I should run away with him"

"that's it?"

"Yes Pedro, that's it"

"What did you say?"

You gasped, offended and slightly annoyed "What do you think I told him, that I loved him back and to wait for me outside?!"

"What did you tell him?"

"Are you fuckin- I told him that I have a boyfriend"

He nodded perhaps satisfied "He was touching you"

"my arm" you reminded him.

"and your cheek" he reminded you too "this is the last time he does this" he decided "I'm gonna go talk to him"

"No, Pedro-" you grabbed his arm "I can deal with this on my own, plus, you're too mad, you can't go now"

"You've already dealt with this on your own, and it doesn't seem like you've made much progress"

You gasped, now actually mad "This is my problem, Pedro, you don't have anything to do with it"

"It's my problem too when it involves you"

"no, it's not."

"y/n I'm trying to help you"

"well I don't want your help, not with this"

"Why? 'cause it sure looks like you need it"

You scowled at him "fuck you"

"It's the truth y/n this guy's been bothering you since before we got together, that's not fucking normal"

"I know it isn't but I'm dealing with it in my own way"

"and I can't try my way?"

"well, I'm sorry if I don't want you to go out there and punch him, Pedro!" 

He paused, clearly as a part of him wanted to reply that he wouldn't have, another part informed him that there was a high probability he would have, in fact, punched the guy.

"y/n-"

"no you know what, I'm tired of this- this thing you do. I don't need to be saved, I can take care of myself"

"I don't doubt that, but I just wanted to help"

"you know you were not gonna help Pedro" You shot him a look "And I'm tired of this- jealousy" you sighed "I love you, Pedro, you know that, but if you don't trust me I don't understand how we could possibly have a relationship"

"I do trust you"

"then I could go out there and talk to Nathan right now?" you challenged "or you fear he might convince me, and I might run away with him?"

His jaw twitched.

"see" you breathed "just as I predicted"

" y/n-"he tried putting his hands on your waist but you stopped him.

"no, Pedro" you took a step back "Just-" you sighed "I need to be alone"

[ "Someone's coming out, it looks like... Pedro Pascal has just left the Gala"

"Where's the missus?"

"I don't see her"

"well you heard it here first folks, It looks like Pedro Pascal has just left the Met Gala with y/n y/l/n nowhere in sight" ]

Pt. 2

[to-thelakes]

fuckin' calculus (lip gallagher x reader)

content warning(s); brief reference to weird teacher-student relationships (SUPER BRIEF), typical shameless themes (smoking, gratuitous swearing), that's it! (this is just 1.7k words of gratuitous fluff/comfort for lip)

summary; monica coming back really fucked lip up but he only lets himself cry when he's alone with you in your bedroom.

series masterlist

in celebration of my beloved jeremy allen white's win, here is a lil lip gallagher one-shot

You knew something was wrong from when he stepped into the hallway. Lip had this sober look on his face and it was the tell-tale sign he was hiding something. His mom had come back so that had to be part of it but you didn’t say anything. 

Instead, you walked with him to his locker where he grabbed the shit he needed for class. It was quiet for a moment, you stood beside him while he stuck his head in his locker, rummaging through the crap that had piled up. You were watching him, talking about something aimless.

“You know I really think Miss Davis wants to fuck Eddy. I mean, I don’t get it and I mean, come on, he’s like 15 and she’s fucking 40 but fuck, not the weirdest shit that’s happened. You know-” Your rambling was cut off by Lip’s hand slamming into the side of his locker. 

The noise reverberated around the hallways, eyes drawing your way and you went silent. Lip had always been so calm and collected around you. It scared you - only briefly -, your eyes widened as you took in his frustrated expression.

His eyes were lined with tears, mouth set into a frown, his fingers curled up into a tight fist.

“Fucking’ Calculus,” He ground out under his breathe. You frowned but it was like you weren’t even there. 

“Use mine. I’ve not got Calc today,” You responded with a tentative smile. For a minute, you were convinced he had forgotten you were even there.

“Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?” He was quick to apologise. Though he only ever apologised when it wasn’t necessary, when it didn’t mean anything. Otherwise, he found it hard to spit the words out. 

“Nothing important,” You said as you pulled your backpack over to your front, pulling out your Calc textbook. You had only brought it in because you had it 4th period but he didn’t need to know that. 

“You sure it’s okay?” He asked, taking the textbook tentatively from your grip. You nodded.

“Course,” You reassured him. You then leant forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling softly. You glanced at the clock, it was getting dangerously close to class time. You knew that you could get to class with enough time even after the bell rang for first period but you loved to be early. Lip knew that, “Gotta run to World History but got a free house until late if you wanna come over,” You asked. Lip nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds fun.” He sounded distant and you weren’t entirely sure he was listening but you let it go. You squeezed his bicep with your free hand and then disappeared down the hallway to class. ***

The walk back to yours had been quiet. Lip hadn’t said much all day. From the moment you got out of school to the moment you reached your front door, it was like he was somewhere else. It was a classic Lip Gallagher shutdown. It had happened a few weeks ago when Frank had tried to go sober. You couldn’t blame him.

“Bedroom?” You asked softly as you both kicked off your shoes and he stubbed a cigarette out on the porch, “Or I can heat us up some leftovers?” You added. Lip shrugged and you knew what that meant. So, you walked over to the thermostat and cranked it up a little before shedding your layers. Braving the Chicago cold was not for the weak.

Lip shed his coat and scarf, placing them on the hook before you grabbed his hand and coaxed him upstairs.

“Need to piss,” He muttered. You nodded and let him go before heading into your room. You picked up a few pyjamas and clothes that had been strewn across the floor. Your room wasn’t a mess but you couldn’t help but want everything to be neater for Lip. He lived in such chaos, you didn’t want to feed into it even if you were used to that same chaos too. You wanted to be his oasis.

You fished one of his hoodies you’d stolen from the closet and draped it over the back of your desk chair before you stripped off and changed into shorts and an oversized shirt. 

“Left a hoodie out for you, gonna lie in bed,” You called into the hallway just loud enough that he could hear in the bathroom. You didn’t get a response but you knew he heard you. You were quick to go back to room and crank the radiator on before sliding under the covers. The best thing about an empty house was the peace and quiet.

All you could hear was the muffled sounds of Lip washing his hands, wiping them and then coming out of the bathroom. 

His figure appeared in the doorway and he looked somehow more downtrodden than he had all day. He didn’t say anything as he changed into just boxer shorts and the hoodie. He rifled through his bag for a moment before pulling out the calculus textbook you lent him and placed it on the desk.

“You had Calculus 4th period,” He stated. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?”

“You needed the textbook.”

“Oh, yeah, but it’s not that big of a deal. Just looked over Maggie’s shoulder. She gets it better than I do,” You waved off his words with a small smile. He frowned and you tilted your head, “Come ‘ere,” You requested. Your voice was soft and quiet. He didn’t need to be asked again and when you pulled the edge of the covers up, he crawled into bed.

But rather than lying beside you, he lay on top of you. His head rested on your chest, your tits acting as a cushion. Your fingers slipped up into his hair while the other wrapped the duvet around the both of you.

“Why’d do you lie about Calculus?” He asked, voice muffled into your skin. You gently scritched his scalp.

“People do dumb things for the people they like,” You admitted softly. He buried his face further into your chest. You tilted your head forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Can’t help myself when it comes to you. You make me silly.” He rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. His cheek resting against you. One of his hands moved and began to draw patterns across arms. 

“Don’t get why she can just walk in and pretend none of it fucking mattered,” He said after a moment, “It’s bullshit. She fucks off and leaves us with dad and comes back and expects us to accept her with open arms. She didn’t fucking raise me. She didn’t care. Never sent me a fucking birthday card. None of that shit. Now, she’s trying to take fucking Liam? Who the fuck does that? Some fucking bullshit,” He ranted. It was less angry and more sad. You had known Lip since before Monica fucked off which meant that you knew the anger about her leaving had long turned into quiet contemplation and exhaustion. You knew that the constant questions plagued him and you knew that even though he had managed to let you in, he lived in fear that you’d fuck off too.

Not that you ever would.

It would take the strength of the Gods to separate you from Lip. You didn’t care what anyone said to you. 

“Want me to tell her to go fuck herself?” You asked, half-joking. He let out an amused huff before he shook his head.

“Nah, no point. She’ll do that herself,” He muttered. His eyes had gotten glassy and you continued to slowly run your fingers through his hair. He hated crying. Lip hated crying but he found it harder not to when he was with you.

“I got you, baby,” You whispered softly when you heard the first telltale sniffle of tears. He squeezed his eyes shut, curling into you. It was a subconscious attempt to hide himself away but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his hair and whispered sweet nothings as the tears continued to fall.

Lip didn’t say anything, there was nothing else he felt like he could say. So, instead, he cried in your arms as you gently shushed him and promised him that you’re right there with him and urged him to let it out. 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed curled up together but by the end of it, Lip had fallen asleep against your chest. His breathing had evened out and the lull of your heartbeat had pulled him into the dream world.

And he stayed like that for hours. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to read and so you balanced your book and stayed with him.

At some point your parents came home and when they passed your bedroom door, they simply smiled.

“Everything okay?” Your dad had mouthed to you. You had simply nodded.

“Gallagher shit,” was all you had mouth back. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up. He mimed dinner and you nodded. Then he pointed at Lip and you nodded again. If you were gonna wake Lip up it would be with good food.

“Thank you,” You mouthed and your dad simply nodded and headed downstairs to talk with your mum. It was peaceful and you were glad Lip trusted you enough to allow himself to feel at least a semblance of that peace too.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead while he continued to sleep.

“I love you,” You whispered to him. You’d never dare say it when he was awake but you could tell him now. You were brave enough to say it now while he was completely unaware and content.

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ oikawa as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: kinda long i think. star trek bc my dad loves star trek and yk oikawa likes space and aliens and stuff.

⟡ best friend series: hanamaki, matsukawa, iwaizumi, || masterlist

best friend oikawa who you met in middle school when you saw him throwing a tantrum outside the boys volleyball gym.

best friend oikawa who screamed when you sat next to him because he was startled. you were just there to give him a juice pouch to try to cheer him up.

best friend oikawa who you got closer to when he felt better afterwords and found out that you were in the gym next door with the girls volleyball team and only came out to get a drink from the vending mchine.

best friend oikawa who always snuck into the girls practice every chance he could so he could watch you play. you did the same with the boys team. iwaizumi would yell at you guys for this.

best friend oikawa who didn't talk to you for a week after you saw him scold kageyama for the first time and lectured him. you guys didn't bring it up again until high school.

best friend oikawa who quickly gained a fanclub during first year of high school and quickly told them that you were not to be messed with (some of them were already ruthless hence why he brought it up)

best friend oikawa who somehow convinced your volleyball coaches to practice together sometimes during practices so one day he'd be with your team and another day you would be with his team.

best friend oikawa who got bullied by you and iwaizumi constantly because he was a dumb goof who was just so...punchable. all love though.

best friend oikawa who was shocked when you told him you didn't want to play volleyball anymore in you second year because you weren't feeling it anymore and wanted to focus on your studies. he tried to convince you otherwise but he supported your decision.

best friend oikawa who also said he would only accept your decision as long as you became manager for his team. they needed one after all and his fangirls were too crazy according to iwaizumi.

best friend oikawa who in your third year told you about his feud with kageyama and shocked you because he never told you any of this. it only came out because of the practice match with aoba jihsai and karasuno was coming up.

best friend oikawa who was acting like a baby when you said that he needed to make up with kageyama. he listened and it kind of worked?

best friend oikawa who forced you to watch every star trek season in existence with him.

best friend oikawa who broke bough you, iwa, and himself matching bear onesies for his birthday because it was his one wish. you both did it for him but forbid him from posting any pictures.

best friend oikawa who ran crying to you the first thing after they lost semifinals for nationals.

best friend oikawa who slept over at your house for a few days after because he didn't want to be around all his volleyball stuff for the moment.

best friend oikawa who cheered up when he found out he was going to be able to go to argentina after graduation to pursue his dreams. you both celebrated along with the other third years.

best friend oikawa who realized his feelings for you when he realized he would have to leave you behind alone since iwaizumi was also leaving japan.

best friend oikawa who was about to tell you how he loved you but before he could you told him to shut up and to listen to you.

best friend oikawa who was in shock for like five minutes when you told him you were in love with him and surprised him saying that you were also going to argentina with him.

best friend oikawa who reassured you that he didn't think you were cray or weird for wanting to follow him to argentina because he loved you back.

best friend oikawa who is now boyfriend oikawa who is now telling everyone how amazing of a girlfriend you are and how you both are going to live your best lives in another country.

[97linelover]

Ex on the Beach - Kim Mingyu

summary: Breaking up with Mingyu broke you, but what if you get asked if you want to join a Reality-show called "Ex on the Beach?"

content: no Idol Mingyu x non Idol reader, fight,angst, happy end,fluff,smut, drama

wc: 4.4 k

a/n: In Germany we have exactly this show, so I came up with this Idea.

1 - 2 - 3 Action.

You walked along the LED-lit path towards the beach, wearing your new Skims bikini and a pair of heels.

You had spent a lot of time practicing walking in those heels on sand to make it look decent now.

In front of you, you spotted three lounge chairs with three men on them.

The first thing you noticed was the black mop of hair belonging to your ex.

You couldn't smile when you saw him; the heartbreak was still too fresh.

"Hi, my name is Y/N, and I'm 26 years old. I was born and raised in Berlin, and seven years ago, I moved to Frankfurt, where I met Mingyu. We started dating when I was 19, and we broke up nearly a year ago," you said with a smile that wasn't entirely genuine.

The robotic voice then asked for the reason the two of you broke up.

"It just became too much. He always chose her. We were celebrating our anniversary, and she called? He left me sitting there. We would be in the middle of sex, and he answered the call and left," you laughed at that.

"I was okay with it at the beginning because she was his best friend, but when I organized a birthday party for him, and she completely monopolized him, I lost it. I took her aside and told her that Mingyu was my boyfriend, and she just laughed and said he would always choose her," you said, nibbling on your lip as the memories came flooding back.

"And when he started having movie nights with her and brought her along to meet-ups with his friends, I distanced myself. Until one night, I packed all my things and told Mingyu that I was moving out."

"Did Mingyu care about that?" the voice asked once again.

"I don't know. At first, he was completely flabbergasted, but then he just let it be and never texted me again," you said, blinking away tears. "So now I'm here to teach him a lesson."

"That's Y/N," Mingyu's voice was barely a whisper, and the other boys gasped. "Did you two break up on good terms?" he chuckled at that. "No, she just left, and I found out she had an affair." The boys looked at you.

"This girl? Crazy, dude."

As you walked towards them, you felt a weird sensation bubbling up, and Mingyu got up and walked towards you. "Hi," he said softly, his brown eyes watching you. "Hey, Mingyu," you said, walking past him and hugging the other boys.

"So you're not even going to greet me properly?" Mingyu scoffed, and you looked at him. "I said hey. What do you want? Should I jump on you?" your voice was laced with venom, and he sighed.

"Listen, we need to spend a lot of time together here, so please get a grip," he said with a smug grin. "Fuck you, Mingyu," you spat and walked behind the other two boys.

Mingyu could only roll his eyes at your outburst.

You walked into the villa with Mingyu close behind you, and the others looked at you, waving. You smiled and introduced yourself to all of them. They were all pretty nice and made sure to welcome you warmly. Without hesitation, Seungcheol guided you around.

He showed you all the places around the house. "And here's your sleeping place. Tonight, you have to choose your sleeping partner," he said, chuckling. "It's either me or Mingyu, I'm afraid." You groaned at that. "Well, let's see how the night ends."

The entire show basically consists of alcohol, making out, and sex.

You had a Mojito in your hand while talking to Angela, Jonas's ex-girlfriend. "And when I walked into his apartment, he was hovering over her, kissing along her neck. I let out a scream and stormed out the door," you gasped. "No way, that's messed up." You hugged her as she began to sob.

You reassured her that Men sometimes are just Idiots, that cruel things can happen.

That she is worth so much more.

"I loved him so much," she cried, and you tried to calm her down.

"Y/N, wanna go down to the pool?" Cheol walked towards you, and you looked at Angela. "It's alright, darling," she said, wiping the tears away.

You got up following him towards the Pool area.

The two of you sat down on the lounge chairs. "Mingyu is looking at me like he wants to kill me," Seungcheol chuckled, and you shrugged. "He has no right anymore. I can talk to whoever I want," you said, taking a sip of your drink.

"So, are you open to something new?" he asked with raised eyebrows, and you gulped. "You know, I thought I was, but seeing him here gives me these weird feelings. I'm still in love with him, but it's over," you tried to smile.

"I actually talked a lot with him the past few days, and he is still pretty much in love with you. He also told me that there's so much he wants to ask you..." Seungcheol noticed your tears and hugged you. "I don't feel ready," you whispered, and he nodded. "This show is a lot to handle, I agree, but maybe it will all work out in the end."

He kissed your head softly, and suddenly, you heard the slam of a door. When you looked up, Mingyu was nowhere to be found.

"I should look for him," you said apologetically, and Seungcheol nodded. You rushed towards the bedroom. "Mingyu?" you called, looking inside the room to find him sitting on the bed.

His shoulders were slumped, and his head hung low.

"Go away, Y/N," he said, his voice dull, and you gulped. "Mingyu, you knew what this show was about. Why are you acting like this?" He got up, looking at you. "Because after all those years, you just left, and now you're here acting like we never happened."

"So now I'm the villain? Are you kidding me? I left because I felt so wrong in this relationship, and you didn't even try to reach out. So why should I still care?" your voice was weak.

"I didn't call you because you fucking went out and acted like a slut, fucking different men," he spat, and you gasped, the liquid from your cocktail landing on his face.

You suddenly felt numb, so embarrassed.

"Never talk to me again," your voice cracked, and you rushed out.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you rushed past the others. "Y/N?" Angela's voice followed you as you sat down on one of the lounge chairs. "He called me a slut, Angi, how could he?" you sobbed.

"Why would he do that?" Angela took your hand for support. "I don't know. I never did anything. I loved him so much, I would've done anything for him." She hugged you tight and stroked your back.

"The two of you definitely need to talk. There's something wrong with everything," she whispered, and you agreed.

Mingyu calling you slut made you feel so bad, you could not stop shaking.

As the signal came that it was bedtime, everyone got ready for bed.

You only had two options: Mingyu or Seungcheol.

Just hearing his name made you crazy right now. There was no way you could lay down next to him.

So you climbed into the bed shared with Seungcheol and avoided Mingyu's gaze completely.

The next morning, you quickly got ready with a dip in the pool, and as you lay on the lounge chair, you felt someone next to you. "Y/N, we should talk," Mingyu's deep voice said, and you looked at him.

"I was clear yesterday, right? You called me a slut, Mingyu. This is a TV show; everyone can see this," you said, clearly frustrated and hurt.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but seeing you so close with Cheol brought back memories," he whispered, and you got up. "What memories are you even talking about, Mingyu? I don't get it."

The two of you walked to a quieter area. "After you left, I was fucking furious. I felt like someone had ripped my world apart. I wanted to run after you, but then I got some messages and pictures of you with another man," his voice got weaker. "You were fucking this guy, and there was a date. It was while we were dating," you let out a choked gasp. "No way!"

He looked down. "I felt like it was my fault, that I pushed you towards someone better," he took your hand. "I hope you realize that this is bullshit. Mingyu, I never had sex with someone else, not even in the year we split," you pleaded.

"I would never cheat on you, Mingyu. I was so fucking loyal to you, and I left because you were too blinded by Somi!" you raised your voice, and he gulped. "Every day, you went to her place and ditched me. She took every chance she could get, and I couldn’t watch you anymore."

Mingyu sighed, frustrated. "So our breakup was over Somi?"

"Yes! You're obsessed with her. It's crazy, Mingyu. I thought the two of you would have an affair."

"Somi never had a chance, Y/N. I love you. It's only you," he said, taking your hand and pulling you closer. "This year made me realize how much I love you," he stroked your cheek.

"You give me a kind of happiness no one else can," he said with tears in his eyes. "And I should've fought for you. I should've asked you if it was true, but it all made sense in my head."

He looked so sad that you pulled him in.

You melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders as he held you close. For a moment, everything else faded away—the cameras, the villa, the other contestants. It was just you and Mingyu, the connection between you rekindling with every passing second.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. Mingyu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I was an idiot, and I let my insecurities and Somi get in the way. But I want to make things right. I want us to start over.”

You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill over. The pain from the past year, the heartbreak, the anger—it was all still there. But so was the love you had for him. You had never stopped loving him either.

“I don’t know if it’s that simple, Gyu,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “So much has happened, and there’s a lot we need to work through. But I want to try, if you’re willing to put in the effort.”

He nodded earnestly, his hands squeezing yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. I’ll prove to you that I’m worth another chance.”

The two of you stood there for a while longer, just holding each other, as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The tension between you seemed to have eased, and for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful about your future with Mingyu.

Later that evening, as the group gathered for dinner, the atmosphere was noticeably lighter. Mingyu stayed close to you, his hand often finding yours under the table, offering silent reassurance.

Seungcheol gave you a knowing smile from across the table, and you returned it with a nod of gratitude. You could see that he genuinely wanted what was best for you, even if it meant stepping aside.

Angela, too, was supportive. She squeezed your hand when she had the chance and whispered, “I’m glad you two are talking things out. You deserve to be happy.”

As the night went on, the tension between you and Mingyu continued to thaw. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, and he was more attentive than ever, making sure you were comfortable and cared for.

Eventually, the group dispersed, heading to their respective rooms. When it was time for bed, you found yourself hesitating. The choice between Seungcheol and Mingyu was still there, but this time, it felt different.

Mingyu watched you, his expression open and hopeful. “I know we’re not back together yet, but… would you like to share a bed tonight? Just to talk, I mean.”

You considered his offer for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, but just to talk.”

He smiled, clearly relieved. “Just to talk.”

The two of you headed to the room, and as you settled into bed, you felt a strange sense of peace. There was still a long road ahead, and you weren’t sure where it would lead, but you were willing to walk it together, one step at a time.

Mingyu wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

“Goodnight, Gyu,” you replied, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to drift off, feeling safe and hopeful in his embrace.

The next two days were uneventful. You played games, danced, and slept. During this time, you and Mingyu grew even closer, often spending time together in the pool and frequently ending up making out.

For the party tonight, you wore a leather lingerie set paired with heels, while Mingyu sported tight shorts and a collar—a sight you never knew you needed. Mingyu was standing with some of the guys, talking about football, while you danced around with Angela and Larissa

“So, Y/N, will you and Mingyu date again, or is this just a fling?” Angela asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“I think we’re on the right path to start over,” you replied dreamily. “I loved Mingyu—I still do. We’re just a good match. I couldn’t let any other man get close to me, and I’ve always craved him.”

“Do you think another ex will show up?” Larissa asked.

“Hopefully not,” you replied with a slight blush. “As far as I know, I was his first and only girlfriend.”

“You two are so cute. I’m rooting for you,” Angela said, grinning widely.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around you and soft kisses on your shoulder. “You two are disgustingly cute,” Angela joked, pretending to gag. You giggled, and Larissa muttered, “I need to get some dick right now,” before rushing off towards Josh.

You turned around to face Mingyu. “You look so good in this,” he whispered, kissing you.

“Mhm, you too,” you giggled, gently tugging on his collar.

“If we keep making out, I’m going to die of blue balls, baby,” he whispered in your ear, making you blush. You took his hand. “Let’s fix that.”

You both walked into the private suite and locked the door behind you. The hunger for each other was undeniable. Hovering over him, you kissed along his abs. “You’ve been working out a lot,” you murmured, pulling down his tight pants, revealing his hardened dick.

“Needed something to clear my head,” he groaned as you kissed his tip. “You drive me crazy,” he said, his hands tangling in your hair.

You quickened your pace, and deep moans escaped his lips as you worked your magic.

When Mingyu began pounding into you from behind, the sounds of your mixed moans filled the room. “God, I missed your pussy,” he groaned, and you let out breathless whimpers.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he praised, knowing it was your weakness. He pulled your hair, bending over you, slowly choking you from behind as you reached your high. You lost control completely, your entire body shaking. Shortly after, you felt Mingyu spurting his cum onto your back, both of you breathing heavily.

Mingyu cleaned you up and lay down next to you, whispering loving words until you both fell asleep.

“Y/N, please come to the news box, and Mingyu, you’ll need to go to the beach,” the robotic voice instructed. You looked at him, concerned. “Why the beach? Isn’t that just for ex-girlfriends?” Suddenly, Mingyu looked guilty, and you realized something. “Were you in a relationship after me?” He tried to explain, but he had to go to the beach, leaving you bitter as you walked into the interview room.

Inside, there was a small envelope.

’Y/N, It seems your Mingyu wasn’t entirely honest with you. She never stood a chance?’

You read the lines and gasped. What was that supposed to mean?

“Y/N!!” Angela screamed as you exited the room. You looked towards the stairs leading to the beach, and all the color drained from your face. “No, no, NO!” you said in desperation and panic.

Mingyu walked up the stairs with Somi by his side. They were talking, and Mingyu appeared angry, but you couldn’t register anything. Your ears were ringing like crazy.

“Y/N, breathe, okay?” Seungcheol rushed to your side, and you leaned against him. “He told me she never stood a chance,” you whispered. When Mingyu saw you, he rushed over.

But he did not get the chance to get closer.

“Mingyu, please introduce the new guest,” the robotic voice prompted. Mingyu sighed.

“Guys, this is Somi. We’ve been friends since I was thirteen, and we dated for two months,” he said, sounding ashamed.

“When?” was all you could ask.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“WHEN?” you screamed, and everyone gasped.

“One month after our breakup,” he admitted quietly. Tears stung your eyes. “Wow, you replaced me quicker than I thought” you let out a bitter laugh.

“Please, let me explain,” he pleaded, but you shook your head. “No, I don’t want to hear it,” you said, rushing into the room. You locked the door, trying to forget the pain.

Mingyu knew he had messed up. He hadn’t considered the possibility of Somi showing up. “Should we get a drink?” Somi asked, batting her eyelashes.

“Not in the mood right now,” he muttered, walking away.

As you stood in the bathroom applying skincare, Somi walked in. “Hi, Y/N, long time no see. How are you?” she asked with a fake smile. You rolled your eyes.

“Save your fake kindness, Somi,” you spat, and she laughed.

“Oh, poor pathetic Y/N. I always told you he wanted me. He chose me after the breakup. He believed me. All those nights he thought you cheated, but it was just a really good edit,” she said, flicking her hair.

“Mingyu is mine, Y/N, and everything shows it. In those two months, he fucked me so good. He even told me I’m the best he ever had,” she taunted. You stared at her, speechless. “And you know what? A week before this show, we hooked up in your old bed,” she smirked.

You pushed past her. “Aren’t you ashamed? This show will be seen by everyone, and you say such things? It’s disgusting and cheap. If he wants yo, fine. At least I’m not a manipulative hoe.”

You slammed the door shut and started packing your suitcase. You changed into biker shorts and a large shirt, grabbed your things, and rushed downstairs where the others were gathered. Mingyu was sitting by the water.

His Shoulders slumped and his head hanging low, like he was ashamed of all this.

“Y/N, what are you doing with your suitcase?” Seungcheol asked, and Mingyu quickly came over. “What’s going on?” he asked, panicking.

“I’m leaving. I thought I could handle this, but it’s not my world. I’m grateful for this experience, especially for you, Cheol, and you, Angi,” you said with tears in your eyes. “But it just hurts too much to find out the person you loved for seven years replaced you with someone he told you not to worry about.” You looked at Mingyu. “This was the final straw.”

Angi let out a sob and you hugged her softly.

“Let me take this,” Cheol said, taking the suitcase and your bag.

“It’s better this way. You don’t deserve this,” Angi said, hugging you tightly. Mingyu could only hold your hand. “Please, let’s talk. I should have told you,” he sobbed.

“Let go,” you whispered.

“I love you, Y/N,” he pleaded.

You shrugged. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have dated her—the woman who never stood a chance,” you said bitterly. “Goodbye, Mingyu.”

And with that, your journey on “Ex on the Beach” was over.

Two days later, you were back at your father’s small restaurant, helping out on a busy night. Two waitresses had called in sick, so you came directly from the airport to assist, jet lag and all.

You felt tired and your limbs were hurting.

“Two Caesar salads for table two,” you called out before going to greet the next customer. As you looked into familiar brown eyes, you felt like screaming. “Mingyu? How? What about the show?” you stammered.

“I left after you did. I really meant it when I said I love you. Yes, I dated Somi, but there was barely even a kiss. I couldn’t. I never touched her because I only wanted you. I ended it with her because I couldn’t give her what she wanted,” he rambled, catching you completely off guard.

“But she told me you two had sex and that you wanted her,” you said, confused.

“No, I couldn’t. You’re the one I want,” he said sincerely, and you smiled slightly.

“I’d really like to kiss you, but you know what?” you giggled. “Get an apron from the back and help me out here.”

“Of course,” Mingyu rushed to the back, where you could see your dad hugging him tightly. They had always been close—Mingyu was like part of your family. When the two of you broke up, your family couldn’t believe it.

The two of you used to help your dad out a lot back in your school days.

After the shift ended, you were happy to grab your things. “Can I drive you home?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded. “I think we should talk,” you said, saying goodbye to your dad and following Mingyu.

The ride home wasn’t awkward at all. Both of you were just happy to have some peace at the moment. You unlocked the door, and Mingyu followed you inside. “Your apartment is really pretty. It feels so homey,” he said, looking around.

"I really tried to make it feel like home. I loved our old apartment so much that finding a new one was incredibly difficult,” you confessed, your voice tinged with the emotions you had been holding back for so long. Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to meet his gaze as the memories of what you had lost resurfaced.

Mingyu leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he listened intently. “I never moved out,” he admitted softly, his voice filled with the weight of his own regrets. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every day, I hoped that one day you’d come back, and we could try again.” He looked up at you, his eyes reflecting a deep vulnerability that you hadn’t seen in years.

“Did you date Somi because of me?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, your need for understanding outweighing your fear of the answer. The thought of him with someone else had gnawed at you ever since she showed up.

Mingyu sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “It wasn’t because of you, Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but laced with guilt. “After you left, I was lost. When Somi came around, I thought I could move on, that maybe it was time to let go. But I couldn’t. After everything she said on the show, I felt sick to my stomach. She played me—none of it was true. Like I said, we never had sex. I never even wanted to. Every time I was with her, all I could think about was you.”

His words hung in the air, a mixture of pain and sincerity that made your heart ache. You could see how much he regretted his actions, how much he wished he could take it all back. But the hurt was still fresh, the wound still raw.

“I don’t know if I can just forget everything,” you said quietly, your voice trembling as you tried to keep your emotions in check. “We’ve just found each other again, and then this happened. It’s like… I’m afraid to trust you.”

Mingyu reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing motion. “I understand, Y/N. I know I messed up, and I’m so sorry. But I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right, to rebuild the trust we lost. Just… please, don’t give up on us.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit but finding only genuine remorse and the deep love you knew he still held for you. Despite the hurt, despite the betrayal, you couldn’t deny that a part of you still loved him too—loved him enough to want to try again.

“Let’s talk,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. “But first… let’s have that kiss.”

Mingyu’s eyes softened, relief flooding through him as he leaned in slowly, as if afraid you might change your mind. But you didn’t. You met him halfway, your lips finding his in a tender kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words between you—words of regret, forgiveness, and the hope for a second chance.

The kiss was everything you had missed and more. It was familiar yet new, filled with the promise of a fresh start. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other as you savored the moment.

“I’m not letting you go again,” Mingyu whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks.

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Me neither,” you whispered back, your heart finally beginning to heal.

The two of you sat there for a moment longer, just holding each other, letting the silence speak for you. It wasn’t going to be easy; you both knew that. But for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful. You were ready to face whatever challenges life would bring, together.

„The production team just let you go?“ you asked while taking a bite off your toasted waffle.

„They agreed that you actually were my perfect match and they said this gave the show some drama“ he chuckled.

„Well I can happily let the drama go, I don’t need it“ you admitted laughing.

„No more drama, no more ex on the beach“

And so, their journey on “Ex on the Beach” came full circle, leading them back to where they truly belonged—wrapped in each other’s arms, ready to rebuild the love they had once lost and face the future with newfound strength.

[fruitmins]

Agust Dad—Six

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: time jump (don’t hate me for it), twitter, you kinda pee yourself at the end, panic attack/meltdown, angst, don’t worry there’s at least a little fluff in the beginning, fainting, cliffhanger-ish

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note: the storm :)

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3 MONTHS LATER

You shifted and turned in the mirror, studying the slight bump that phased through the expensive flowy red dress that Yoongi had convinced you to let him buy.

You weren’t all that surprised. Over the past months Yoongi had been buying the most ridiculous things for you without blinking an eye. Any weird food you wanted, Yoongi would have it in less than thirty minutes.

What you were surprised about was the main reason you wanted the beautiful dress in the first place. Jin had invited you to a party he and the rest of the boys were throwing a party In celebration of a successful Bang Bang Con.

Then he revealed he was going to propose to Harin who like Yoongi, you’d gotten close to over the months. When though you weren’t Yoongi’s girlfriend (even though it was starting to feel like you were) she still thought it would be nice for the two of you to be close.

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he invited you, but somehow it did. No matter how much time you spent with BTS, you couldn’t help but be insecure about how your connection with Yoongi happened. It weren’t proud of it in the slightest, even though Harin has reassured you many times they didn’t judge you.

But still, you had a frown on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t want the new bump to be all that visible, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous.

You hear a small knock on the door before it cracks open slightly, revealing Yoongi who was already ready and in a nice black suit that matches his ridiculous long black hair.

Your heart pounds when you see him all dressed up, thinking back to the night long ago that had gotten you into this mess. You can’t help but feel a flutter in your heart, like when you two first met. The warm feeling that flowed in your blood whenever you saw him.

Unlike first time, the feelings were much stronger now. You tired to push away the fuzzy feeling whenever he looked at you these past few months. The way he had gradually opened up to you and cared for you. You chalked it up to just being hormonal, but a part of you had always liked him a bit more than you are supposed to. And it was only getting stronger the times he was away training and at BangBangCon. You felt ashamed how much relief washed over you when they were finished, just over the fact that he could spend time with you again.

You were starting to get stupid and selfish again. Just like that night where you stupid and selfishly gave into him for your own pleasure and enjoyment.

Seeing that you were fully clothed, he stepped more into the room, a small smile on his face as he did so.

You turn away from the mirror to face him fully, gesturing to your dress. “How do I look?” You let out a nervous chuckle, slightly scared of his answer.

He takes a minute to study you fully, looking from top to bottom before finally responding. "Pretty," Yoongi said quietly, standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face as he looks at you. "You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters as you stare at him. Despite everything that's happened, you can't help but feel excited to be here, with him, in this moment.

“You definitely have a pregnancy glow.” He praises again, this time with a little playful chuckle and you turn away from him, praying that you weren’t blushing. “Thanks.”

You mess with your hair once more before grabbing your high heels and sitting in the edge of the bed to put them on. Yoongi is quick to kneel down on his knee to take them from you.

“Can I?” He trails off softly even though he already took them, getting ready to put them on your foot before pausing for a moment. He tilts his head slightly before staring at you for a moment with his eyes wide. "Are you really planning on wearing those?" He says in realization.

You nod immediately, trying to take the shoes away from him. “They go with the dress.” You state in slight confusion. You weren’t that heavy yet.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Y/N." he says cautiously, the concern for your wellbeing evident in his tone but gentle as always.

“They’re the only shoes I have for the occasion. Well flats would work but I don’t have any good ones.” You mumble, mostly to yourself before looking at him with a slight pout while trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Telling yourself for the millionth time that he was concerned for your baby and not you.

Yoongi can’t help but let out a small amused smile at your pout. "Y/N, I'll buy you the nicest flats you've ever seen, just don't wear those." He says, making a sharp gesture towards the heels he’s holding.

"You're going to be standing for almost the entire night, so wearing heels would be very uncomfortable, and besides, it's dangerous to wear heels when you're this far along in a pregnancy." Yoongi takes a slow breath, his concern for you showing more clearly than back when everything was first happening. Though he was never really hiding it from you.

“You’d buy flats, right now?” You ask, slightly surprised but suspicious. “I don’t want to make us late or have you buy more things for me.”

"Of course.“ he responds without hesitating, even rolling his eyes a little. “I’ll be right back.”

The moment he says this, Yoongi leaves the room and rushes out of the house, leaving you alone in the bedroom as you listen to the door slamming shut.

The moments you wait for him to return are painfully long, and you can hear your own heart beating in your ears. And just as you finish your thoughts, Yoongi walks through the door once again. You immediately look down at his hands, and see two bags in each, with the flats open. You sit up in disbelief. Yoongi really just came back with four new pairs of flats.

"Here they are." he says, handing you bag with a small smile. "I went to a nearby shop and told the shopkeeper to give you all the best ones. I hope they fit." he adds, his tone anxious as he waits for you to put them on.

"Oh my god." you say, shaking your head as you take each pair out. They're all the top design and incredibly stylish, and more importantly, incredibly comfortable looking. You couldn't have asked for a better selection.

Yoongi smiles as you continue to examine the shoes, your heart warmed by his gesture. You try on both on the pairs, both equally as soft and comfy as they looked.

“Thank you so much.” You say, still wide eyed as you picked the best color and design and started to walk around to get a feel. You couldn’t even express how grateful you were for him.

“Alright, let’s go.” You say, catching yourself before you can be overly emotional as the two of you rush out to his car and drive to Jin’s surprise proposal party.

The two of you pile into the car and drive off to the party. Yoongi turns to face you, his eyes filled with concern and worry. "We don't have to stay too late, alright?"

You nod your head, not too upset about it. As long as the two of you end up having a nice evening, you don't mind leaving early.

You arrive at the small spot a moments later. Yoongi does the honors of helping you out of the car as the two of you head inside of the small house that Jin rented.

The two of you walk in and look around the nicely decorated area. As you walk inside, you see that the party is underway. There are streamers hanging from the ceiling, and a table with snacks and drinks set up in the corner. There isn’t a lot of people there either, just BTS and some close family members on both sides.

Jin greets you both with a nervous smile, and you can feel yourself beginning to relax. This seems like it'll be a decent event, and not the tense affair that you were expecting. What helps is that it’s a private party, not a camera in sight and no reporters can see you.

“Yoongi! Y/N! Your here.” He says with a big smile despite being so nervous, giving you each a small hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course Jin.” Yoongi says with a small, putting a hand on his shoulders and to try to calm his nerves. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Y/N, honey, you look great.” He says giving you one last night squeezes before leaving you to mingle around.

The rest of BTS come up to greet you and Yoongi as well, feeling slightly nervous when Yoongi leaves to get you and himself something to drink.

The party is lowkey, not upbeat and filled with people speaking on top of each other as everyone mingled.

You happen to spot Harin in the distance from the couch you sat on, so you walk up to greet her. She gasp happily when she sees you, giving you a big hug as the two of you chatted away.

Suddenly, someone touches their glass to get everyone’s attention. You both turn it see all of the members in a small circle. “To a successful BangBangCon. Even though it was online it was still nice to see all of ARMY.” Namjoon started and everyone hummed and nodded in agreement, going along with the facade.

All of the members do a small speech until Jin is the last one. Jin stood up and the lights turn off, leaving the room in darkness.

A few minutes of silence and fake murmuring, Jin's voice cuts through the silence as he now stood in front of his Harin who was next to you. "Harin, we've been through a lot in the past few months. We've been on opposite ends of it all, but one thing remains constant," he says, his voice shaking slightly. “My love for you.”

A faint glow cuts through the darkness as Jin bends down on one knee, holding out a small black box in his hand.

Harin takes a moment to process everything before covering her mouth with her hand.

Jin's eyes sparkle as he looks up at her. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice soft yet strong.

Harin is speechless, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. She takes a moment before nodding her head. Tears stream down her face. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The both of them explode into tears, and the room erupts into a joyful celebration. You clap along with everyone else in celebration, your eyes even watering a little as they cried and kissed.

The party after is filled with almost everyone beside you and Yoongi getting tipsy and having fun. Lights now flashing and music now blasting through some speakers.

A little while later you find Yoongi again, happily chatting and congratulating Jin with the rest of the members. You were getting tired and wanted to leave. You were getting a headache from the lights and loud music, and quite frankly your social battery has reached zero quickly after the propose.

You saw him, smiling and laughing with his slightly tipsy younger members and simply didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. You could put up with the party for another hour or two.

But as you walked away from them, Yoongi’s head suddenly turns and meets yours. He takes one look at your face and expression and knows it time leave, so as you walk out you see him excuse and say goodbye to his members before lightly jogging next to you.

“Hey, time to go?” He asked softly, still a small smile on his face from talking with the members.

“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head quickly, wanting him to have more fun. You didn’t want to be selfish once again.

“You look tired. Let’s go home. It’s getting late anyways.” He states nonchalantly before locking your arm and practically dragging you to the car.

He opens the door for you drive home in some comfortable silence, resting your eyes and feeling warm from the nice atmosphere.

The two of you get out of the car, and as soon as you step inside, you go straight to the bedroom. You take off your shoes and lay down in the comfy bed, covering yourself in the fresh blankets.

Moments later you are out like a light but only to wake up in the middle of the night to quickly use the restroom.

You groggily get up, checking your phone to see the time. It’s an hour past midnight and everything in the house is dark and cold.

Your eyes squint as you look at the bright screen, eyes lightly skimming over your notifications. Your eyes brown in confusion when you see a familiar coworker has texted you out of the blue.

‘Y/N, is this you?’

You get a sinking feeling in your stomach looking at the text, slowly opening up your phone to see the attachment with it.

Your face pales and your throat closes in fear when see a screenshot from a video of yourself at the party. Clearly pregnant and stood directly in frame next to Harin who was staring at Jin down on one knee.

Your blood runs cold when you see the screenshot. It's exactly as you guessed it would be: yourself standing next to Harin with a noticeable baby bump.

You freeze in your tracks as an overwhelming sense of panic washes over you. Your heart is soaring at a rapid rate, and you feel like you're going to throw up.

You don't know what to do. You don't know how to handle this situation. But you find your hands shakily downloading twitter again in a heartbeat.

The moment you do the first thing you see is the screenshot had been spreading around the wildfire. You can't believe your eyes when you see the screenshot on Twitter. It's viral, quickly making its way around the platform and receiving an overwhelming amount of attention from both the media and fans.

You feel your heart sinking in your chest as you see your body in the media spotlight in this way, even though it hasn't been confirmed that it's really you.

Sometime after the party, Jin had uploaded his proposal to happily and innocently show his fans, and people had started to notice a pregnant woman in the background.

#RedDress was trending.

WHO IS SHE? was trending.

Thousands of ARMY’s were connecting the dots, putting together that whoever the woman was is Yoongi’s ‘girlfriend’.

Jealous fans are picking apart off every inch of your body, calling you disgusting names all over again just like when the official statement was released. But now ten times worse. Crazy fans were trying to find out your official identity, hoping that it would lead them to Yoongi.

You start to have a breakdown, seeing just how exposed you were now. You were crying, barley even breathing as you felt a sting of pain in your stomach. You felt hot and cold at the same time as your mind got fuzzy and clouded with all types of worry.

Your eyelids start to get heavy, your ability to get out of bed to pee now gone as black dots started to appear.

You glance towards the door, desperately trying to call out to Yoongi who was peacefully asleep in the guest bedroom but you’re so panicked and out of control you can’t even speak.

You start to hyperventilate as the black spots get bigger and your body gives out, the last thing you remember being your head hitting the bed frame as you grew unconscious.

[pablitogavii]

Fight

Summary: You and Pablo get into a fight and he leaves the apartment. You think he doesn't want you anymore starting to pack your bags but he shows you that a real man never gives up on a woman he loves <3

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angsts/ fluff at the end <3

"You're not listening to me!" you yelled overwhelmed by anger and frustration and Pablo kept clenching his jaw doing his best not to be so 'hot headed' like everyone claims he is being.

"I'm done listening to you!" he spat grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment with a loud slam of the door which sobered you up.

He left. It was over. He doesn't want you anymore.

Your whole life people left and didn't come back. You were used to it from your dad, to your best friend but when Pablo left it hurt..it hurt really damn bad!

You knew you had trust issues, with a good reason, but with Pablo for the first time you could trust a man and feel like he will always be there to protect you...guess you were wrong, and you were alone once again.

Tears were drowning your face while you sat in the corner for half an hour crying until there was no more tears left to cry so you got up walking to your shared bedroom.

You pulled your suitcase from the closet opening it on the bed while sighing heavily. You messed it up again..like always you pushed people away from yourself.

You were packed in about an hour but couldn't get yourself to leave looking around the place that quickly became your home. There were pictures of you and Pablo all around the apartment, form the first date at that silly ice cream shop to the most recent one during the celebration dinner with barça..you looked happier than ever before in your life in those photos besides Pablo.

"Amor! We forgot to put the trash outside for the truck to pick.." Pablo stopped speaking suddenly freezing in place when he saw you standing there with a suitcase besides you holding one of the pictures.

"What's going on? Are you going on a trip amor?"Pablo looked confused and now you were as well. Didn't he want you to leave his apartment? Why did he come back??

"I'm going to leave your apartment because you don't want this anymore.." you said and now he was much more confused walking towards you and holding on of your hands in his bigger one.

"What!? When did I say that?" he said kissing your hand looking into your eyes and your heart started to speed up when you realized that this might not be over after all.

"You left..but..but you came back? Why?" you said not able to control the tears and he sighed pulling you closer to his chest and letting you cry into his shirt for as long as you needed.

"Oh mi amor..I just went to get some air but of course i came back..what did you think that I was going to give up on my soulmate that easily?? Not a chance preciosa!" those words were foreign but it felt so good that someone was fighting for you for the first time in your life.

"So..so..you are not going to leave?" you asked once again like you needed to make sure this was indeed happening being strange to your and he smiled shaking his head and pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'm not going anywhere mi preciosa.." he said kissing the top of your head and you smiled listening to his heart beat and calming yourself down while the small smile creeped onto your face.

"Is my princesa smiling..bueno..that's a lot better! Come to your Pablito" he pulled you onto the couch away from the suitcase and you snuggled into his side quickly taking in the scent of his familiar musk that made you feel safe.

"You hate when someone calls you Pablito.." you remind him and he chuckled kissing the top of your head pulling you even closer.

"You can call me whatever you like princesa..only you" he said and that made you smile looking up as he placed his lips onto yours into a sweet kiss.

"Nobody ever came back like you did..I thought you didn't want me anymore" you admit after you pulled away and he shook his head reassuring you that's so far from the truth.

"I will always come back preciosa..because I was raised that when a man loves a woman, he never gives up..never! And I love you..so damn much even when you drive me loco!" he said smiling while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear while you blushed.

"I'm sorry.." you said truthfully forgetting what that damn fight was even about realizing just how stupid it all was.

"Shh I only let you drive me loco mi amor.." he said kissing your lips again and you kissed his back snaking your arms around his neck as he pulled you to straddle his lap and cuddle into him close.

"I'm not your dad...and I'm not that dick best friend that left..I'm your Pablito and I will never hurt you like that" he said and you smiled nodding your head and knowing in your heart that he was telling the truth.

"I love you Pablito.." you say while playing with his hair and he smiled letting you enjoy it for as long as you want knowing that could always bring a smile back to your face (I mean imagine playing with Pablo's hair!!!).

"I love you too mi amor..but really what were we fighting about again?" he said and you both started laughing realizing that neither knew what the hell fight was about.

"I don't know..let me go so I can make us some dinner" you said but he kept you on his lap starting to kiss the side of your neck.

"Gavira! There are still things to do! And all you think about is.." but you couldn't finish since he kissed your lips passionately making you giggle.

"Reminding my girl that she is mine for life? Damn right amor!" he said getting up and carrying you into your shared bedroom ;))

Hope you like :)

[teyums]

“I only want you.” | Neteyam Oneshot

wc: 2.3k

pairing: neteyam x fem! na’vi reader

warnings: none, contains fluff

a/n: this is a one shot, meaning there will be no part 2

Summary: You had a painfully long day of helping the elders with their tasks, and all that’s getting you through is remembering you’ll meet Neteyam at your spot later. However, when you get there you find him with another girl and feel a piece of your heart break. He finds you, and reassures you that you’re the only one for him, sealing his promise with the proposal you’ve been waiting for.

Today had been an excruciatingly long day. You spent majority of the sunlight helping with tasks bestowed upon you by the elders.

First, it was picking what seemed like a harvest’s worth of utumauti (canopy fruit) that would be used in a celebration for the war party’s successful raids. You agreed begrudgingly and trekked through the mossy forest, holding three baskets that were stacked into each other.

After spending hours hopping from branch to branch, at times to the highest point of the tree, you had finally gathered a sufficient amount to return to the village. You even surprised yourself with how many you had collected from the canopies, seeing as utumauti isn’t in season this time of year—hence why no one wanted to do the job in the first place and passed it onto you.

You wobbly trudged back into town, balancing one basket atop your head and holding the other two in your hands, they were painfully heavy. Once arriving at the elder’s quarters, you attempted to set them down as gently as possible, letting out a sigh of relief once realizing you could now take it easy.

But alas, you were foolish to think one task wouldn’t lead to another like always. It seemed like today was the day for every na’vi in an authoritative position to drop their responsibilities onto you.

Without even five minutes to take a breather, you were then tasked with repairing the splayed and broken strings upon the bows of the latest warriors who had returned. You stared down at the piles of splinted, battered wood that lay out in front of you, strings tangled into a jumbled mess. You tried your hardest to contain your agitated expression and keep the twitch of your eye at bay to avoid a scolding.

God, this was gonna hurt.

It took you over an hour just to detangle the strings, receiving specific instructions that forbade you from simply cutting them loose and replacing them all anew. Something about ‘respecting the great mother enough to not waste resources’. You spent another hour weaving new string into the bows that needed them. Looping the strings into the bow nocks over and over again proved to be an even more tedious effort than picking fruit.

By the time you finished, your fingers were terribly sore. Your cuticles were reddened and bruised, a few snags and hangnails forming in the delicate skin around them from dealing with rough wood.

You stacked the bows in a neater pile than you had found them, standing up and brushing the sawdust off your legs and loincloth. Finally, after hours of what seemed like endless work, you could now focus on what your day was really supposed to be about.

Him.

There had finally been a commonality in your schedules, so you and Neteyam had dedicated the entirety of today to spend with each other. Neteyam’s training had only picked up in frequency the last couple weeks, leaving less time for the two of you to spend together. This proved to be extremely hard on you guys, but especially you. You had been cursed with the love language of quality time and right now you were terribly missing the nights where the two of you would lay in each other’s arms, stargazing without a care of what tomorrow would bring.

You shooed the thought away, a small smile rendering on your lips as you reminded yourself that the hard work was done, and now the two of you could be together. Though you were bummed that your time would now be cut short, you relished in the fact that you would still be able to spend the evening with him, just like old times.

You skipped along the battered path that housed the ghosts of footsteps from your clan, trying to contain your squeals of excitement as you neared the spot Neteyam said he would be waiting at for you.

A small pond with bountiful vegetation surrounding the perimeter slowly came into view, as well as a head of long, black braids and a pair of strong shoulders that belonged to your lover.

You felt your shoulders relax for the first time today and started towards him. You used your hand to move a large anthurium leaf out of the way, your feet stopping dead in your tracks when you caught sight of someone next to him.

A girl.

Your mouth fell slightly agape at the scene in front of you, your brain rushing to make sense of things. She stood with her back to Neteyam, a bow in her hands and her arms stretched clumsily, feigning inexperience. You watched as he used his hand to tip her elbow upwards, helping her correct her form.

Okay, calm down. He’s just helping her. Right?

Neteyam was always known for being friendly, it being both his most admirable characteristic and biggest flaw. Because of his kindhearted, always eager to help like nature, it was hard for him to realize when someone had an ulterior motive to get close to him.

“Here,” he stepped closely behind her, both their gazes set down at the pond in front of them. “Straighten your back. You need a strong form.” His hand pushed against her mid-lower back to fix her posture, resulting in her arching it and repositioning her arms to shoot the bow the correct way. It was now excruciatingly obvious that she knew how to do this from the beginning. You felt your stomach flip.

There stood Neteyam, with his hands on another girl.

Your Neteyam.

“Like this?” She questioned innocently, in which Neteyam hummed as a response. He probably would’ve noticed how close the two of them were to each other, skin nearly touching; if he hadn’t been so focused on the fish darting around in the water below them

Maybe you were hallucinating, but you vaguely recall your heart plunging out of your chest and flopping around pitifully on the forest floor beneath you. You felt the painfully familiar feeling of your throat constricting, the burn of approaching tears following suit. Your face twisted like you had smelled something rotten and you turned away, not wanting to watch any more of this.

You had already figured he would have been a little bummed when you had to move the time of your date, but had he really been so upset that he couldn’t even wait for you? How long had this been going on before you found them and why the hell was he so close to her?

You backed away silently, wiping the tears you hadn’t noticed had fallen with the back of your hand and storming back to your hut.

Neteyam hadn’t been aware of your arrival, instead, his attention was set on the girl he now noticed had been faking.

“Ah,” He removed his hand as if her body burned and stepped back, putting a disrespectful amount of space between them. “It seems you do not need my help, after all.” He says, the unamused expression on his face matching the tone of his voice.

She smiled shyly and lowered her bow, tucking a braid behind her ear. “Fine, you caught me. I actually just wanted to spend time with you.”

“So we are done here, then. If you’ll excuse me, I’m expecting someone important.” He took a seat on the rock where he had previously been resting before the girl came up to ask him for help, resuming the sharpening of an unfinished project he had brought to keep busy.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Her head tilted curiously, not quite understanding his behavior. “I said I wanted to spend time with you, Neteyam.”

“I am not a fan of liars. Whatever it is you want, I cannot help you with.” He nearly interrupted her while continuing to shave the now forming spearhead. “You may go now.”

She scoffed, more out of embarrassment than annoyance. She stood there for a second more, his eyes snapping up to shoot her a pointing stare that had her turning on her heels and hastily exiting.

He sighed to himself and shook his head, silently cursing himself for even agreeing to assist her. He knew it was hard on you, having to listen to the girls of the clan rant and rave about who was soon to be your mate. He tried his best to avoid them, but there were times like this where they would take his kindness for granted, only to run back to their friends and exaggerate what really happened. He felt terrible now that he knew her main goal was only to have his hands on her for bragging rights.

He tore his attention away from his task, peering up at the sky and using a hand to shield his eyes from the blazing sun. It was almost eclipse, you had told him that you would be done by now. If anything, you should have already met up with him. He gathered his things, wondering if you had made a stop home first and decided he would meet you there instead.

___________

You laid in your hammock silently, back facing the entrance as you picked at a stray hemp string to distract yourself from the immense wave of sadness that refused to stop crashing over you. The wooden steps outside your hut groaned from supporting the weight of footsteps, and an involuntary sigh left your lips when your nostrils filled with the scent of mahogany and petrichor. Neteyam.

“My love?”

The tall na’vi stepped through the flaps of your tent, and you tucked your body into itself further, successfully giving off the impression that you weren’t interested in speaking. You figured if you closed your eyes you could play it off as stirring in your sleep.

It didn’t work.

He immediately became worried when catching site of you, wondering if you had fallen sick and that being the reason you hadn’t come to him. He was across the room and by your side in an instant, taking a seat next to you to see your eyes shut.

Neteyam was observant, more than others at that. He knew how your breathing slowed a few paces when you were truly asleep, how your lips would stay parted just the tiniest bit, or even how your nostrils would flare here and there depending on how deeply you inhaled. Something was wrong.

“My love, what is the matter?” It took everything in you not to lean into his touch when you felt his gentle fingers brush the hair from your face, his digits grazing over your skin before cupping your cheek.

“I do not want to talk about it, Neteyam.” Your eyes stayed closed, an effort to remain withdrawn from the conversation.

The use of his full name instantly ruled out any other option he had been thinking of. You were upset with him.

“No, you know we don’t do that. Come on,” his large hands delicately took hold of your small frame, bringing you into a sitting position. “Open.”

Your eyelids reluctantly peeled apart, amber eyes streaked with red veins and eyelashes dewy from prior tears. His eyebrows furrowed with worry at your puffy appearance, gaze softening once he saw why. You had been crying.

“Princess,” his voice was pained, hands coming up to cup your tear stained cheeks and caress them with his thumbs. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

Your lip quivered and you felt that painfully annoying sensation creeping back in. You opened your mouth to speak but the tightening of your throat stopped you before you could respond.

He continued. “I waited for you, but you did not come. Why?”

“I saw you,” You sniffed, dropping your gaze down at the netting below you instead of his eyes. “With her.”

He appeared confused at first, his mind jumping through hoops to try and figure out what you meant. Then, his head fell to the side a bit and a deep sigh of realization joined afterwards.

“[Y/n], that was nothing. I promise. I was waiting for you, then she found me and asked me to show her how to catch a fish.” He explained, his hands now on your shoulders.

“You think she doesn’t know how to catch a damn fish? She just wanted your attention.” You spat, hating the way your voice was cutting in and out.

“I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking straight, I was so excited to see you that I just helped her so she would leave. But as soon as I saw her true intentions I sent her away. It was nothing more than that, princess, I swear.” He took notice of you turning your head away from him and felt a pang in his chest. He hated seeing you like this, and it hurt even more knowing it was because of him.

“Do you believe me?” His voice was quiet and you finally peered up at him to see he looked just as hurt as you did. You nodded your head slightly, his tensed shoulders relaxing a bit the moment you did.

“Of course I believe you. But it still hurts.” A single tear fell onto your cheek and he was quick to clear it without a word, giving you time to express your feelings to him. “I cannot stand to hear the way they talk about you.”

He noticed your fingers starting to twiddle anxiously, taking both of your hands into his and holding them firmly. “But you know I am yours, only. I only want you. Those girls will never change that.”

“You don’t understand.” You shook your head and went to pull your hands away from him, but he tightened his hold. He was already one step ahead and knew how you preferred to run from conversations like this rather than have them.

“Please, help me understand.” His voice soft, warm yellow eyes pleading and seeing into the part of your soul no one else could.

“They laugh at me, when I tell them you are spoken for. They do not believe me,” You inhaled shakily, biting at the inside of your lip before continuing. “because we are not mated yet.” Your voice merely a whisper, like you were embarrassed to admit what had been ailing you.

“Oh, [Y/n]…” He pulled you into his chest and embraced you in his arms, placing a light kiss to the top of your head. He was so careful with you, it was as if he felt you would crumble to pieces.

You melted into his arms, you couldn’t help it even if you tried. He really was your safe place, and even if he had been the one to upset you, he made it known that you could always come to him no matter what. You felt him lean back and lightly pull you away.

“I had no idea you have been feeling this way. There is nothing I want more than to be with you for life, my love. I just didn’t want to rush you into it, in case you weren’t ready.” He smiled, his excitement written all over his face.

“Really?” Your eyes grew big, pupils leaking adoration and swelling in sync with your heart.

“Really.” He hummed.

The space between the two of you grew smaller as he fell in, your lashes kissing before your lips could. By the time your eyes fluttered to a close his lips were melded against yours, and with every second that passed you felt your doubts withering away— the passion from his embrace and his hands on your waist served as ample reassurance.

You broke for air, eyes dazed, bodies longing for more. “I’m sorry if I ruined our date, Nete…”

“Nonsense, you could never ruin anything.” He chuckled, pecking the tip of your nose. “Forget about that, just come with me.”

Before you could agree you were off the hammock and up on your feet, fingers laced as he led you out of your home.

“Where are we going?” You smiled.

“To tell my parents to begin preparations for our ceremony. I don’t want to spend another moment not mated with you.” He glanced down at you and gave your hand a squeeze, an elated grin overtaking his face to match yours.

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[cloudberriesforaqueen]

Frohana Birthday Parties! 🎂

The birthday parties were always one of my favorite plots from the storybooks. I'm glad all of them got one!

Olaf, of course, had a summer party! After many "failed" attempts, that is. You know how animes have a mandatory "beach episode"? I guess this is Frozen's version of that 🤭 (Well, depending on which storybook you read...)

This story also had some of my most favorite illustrations of the Frohana too! It's always a treat to see them decorated with flowers.

"It's my birthday?" Olaf grinned, "That must be why it's been the best day ever!" Aaaw 🥹

It was also very sweet to see the kinds gifts the Frohana planned to give Sven. I like it when Olaf uses the snowflakes from his flurry as a plot device. R.I.P. Olaf's flurry. And, of course, Sven gets a... carrot cake! 😆

For young Kristoff, he got to celebrate his first "human" birthday party with the Trolls! He says he's never been to one, so they wanted to "surprise" him (with his knowledge lol). Little Kristoff saying he doesn't know when his real birthday is because he doesn't have a family to keep track of it was... 🥺

Elsa's was very interesting. She already knew Anna would be planning for her (because it takes one to know one! And also 'cause the Frohana wasnt very discreet either). So, like the introvert that she is, she sort of "dreaded" the party all day as she finished her daily royal duties. She thought they had planned a huge party with a reindeer-sized cake and invited five hundred guests (her words, not mine!) To her surprise, they threw a "quiet little party with family and friends"—exactly what Elsa wanted! 😁

Little Anna's was my favorite! It was also nice seeing a young Anna with messy bed hair too. Some things never change. Come to think of it, her birthday is probably one of the most celebrated events in the storybooks—Not to mention, Frozen Fever! I think there's also another birthday of hers where Elsa creates a winter wonderland for Anna in the castle? Correct me if I'm wrong 😅

Important guests from neighboring kingdoms were invited, so Anna acted as formal and as proper as she could to please her parents. Every single time she thought she messed up, Agnarr and Iduna played along to reassure her it's okay 🥹

That night, Elsa, of course, showed her what a "real party" looked like without the pressure of acting formal! ♡

+ BONUS BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Olaf's pet rock, Rocky— probably the one Elsa and the Earth Giants gave him during a solo visit to the Enchanted Forest! I love his complete 180° where he treats Rocky like an actual living being all day and then he ends with a "Rocky's just a rock, remember?" 😭

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · LONG HUGS ⋆ PATO O'WARD 🦢

pairing ☆ pato o'ward x fem! bff! reader

summary ☆ where pato and you've been bestfriends for a little too long

warnings ☆ cheating (not from pato)

masterlist | letterboxd

❛ stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love ❜

Y/N had lost count of how many dates she and Pato had been on. Although they weren't dates; neither had ever said to the other, "this is a date." They just met as friends to watch the sunset on the beach while eating pizza or to gaze at the stars in Pato's convertible or countless other get-togethers that always had a romantic tone, but never quite enough.

Y/N met Pato thanks to her sister; Y/N worked at a publishing house and was the one who edited and supported Elba's book project. Soon, they became friends, and Elba's starter pack included him.

Pato and she had been friends for two years, and they had been in love with each other for two years. It was almost love at first sight, although neither of them knew it yet.

In Pato's mind, Y/N only saw him as a friend, someone to have a good time with and laugh a lot, but nothing more. From Y/N's point of view, Pato was the most incredible person in the world, and she couldn't wait to confess her feelings.

At some point, Pato didn't see himself as enough for Y/N; she had a stable job, an amazing apartment, and a future that was not at all uncertain. While he was going from hotel room to hotel room and could be out of work at any moment. He saw himself as chaos for Y/N, almost like a problem.

That feeling worsened when, after returning from a race, they missed their flight, causing Y/N to almost get fired.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll talk to your publishing house, I'll tell them it was all my fault. Forgive me,"

Y/N couldn't believe how much Pato cared about her. She simply smiled at him and grabbed his hands, giving them both chills.

"It's okay, Pato. You don't have to talk to anyone, really. It's all fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

"You're not mad at me?" Pato was looking at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable.

"How could I be mad at you, silly."

Y/N let out a light laugh before hugging Pato as they waited for the next plane.

(...)

The race celebrations were the worst; hugs, kisses, touches… But everything was justified by euphoria. Y/N thought that his hugs were longer and more heartfelt than the ones he gave to others, but at the same time convinced herself that she was being delusional. Pato prolonged his hugs as much as possible to remember her when he went back home.

She had been the one by Pato's side during the Indianapolis 500.

“You go,” Elba had told her, leaving her speechless. “He needs you.”

Even now, she kept thinking about that phrase. Pato needed her. The idea of being so important to him caused all sorts of feelings. He was totally devastated, and when he saw Y/N, the sparkle in his eyes was instant. She hugged him and reassured him that there would be many more opportunities to win and that he had done an amazing race. They gathered enough courage and self-esteem to show up at the gala after the race.

It was no secret that the fans were crazy about them and that no one believed they were just friends. It was obvious for everyone except to them.

In the end, that day wasn’t so horrible for Pato, but only because Y/N was by his side.

(...)

The moment when Pato gathered enough courage to confess his feelings to Y/N was terrible. They had arranged to have dinner with their group of friends, and Pato was determined to confess to Y/N. He had spent the entire afternoon preparing his speech with his sister so he wouldn’t mess it up and was anxious for the moment to come.

But all his excitement dissipated when he saw Y/N enter with a man on her arm and introduce him to everyone as her boyfriend, Matt. She seemed to be incredibly happy with him, spending the entire dinner talking about how they had met and how amazing he was and how well he treated her. Pato gradually withdrew from the conversation, under the sympathetic gaze of his sister.

“I’m going outside to get some air,” Pato announced and waited a few moments for Y/N to make the slightest movement towards him, but she didn’t even look at him. She was distracted, laughing at one of Matt’s jokes.

“I’ll go with you,” said Elba, noticing Pato’s discomfort. Again, Y/N didn’t react.

They went outside, and Pato ran his hands over his face and hair, frustrated by it all. “I’m an idiot,” he said, with a saddened and angry expression. “I knew that sooner or later someone would beat me to it, but I didn’t think it would be right now.”

Elba pressed her lips together and put a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “I know. I had no idea she was seeing someone either. I always thought she would wait for you to make a move.”

Pato sighed. This was his fault, after all. He had taken too long to show romantic interest in her, so much so that Y/N hadn’t even noticed.

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No,” Pato’s response was immediate. “No, no, no. She seems happy,” he turned his head a little, seeing her through the glass with Matt’s arm around her shoulders. “If she’s happy, I’m happy.”

Elba knew he was lying; she could see it in the bittersweet expression on his face. And it was true, he was lying. If it were up to him, he would get rid of Matt right then and there and kiss her in front of all their friends.

(...)

His sister didn't listen to him and talked to Y/N anyway. They were at the former's house, preparing dinner for a movie night with Norbi when Elba brought up the topic.

“How are things with you and Matt?” she asked, while taking iced tea out of the fridge.

She noticed that as soon as she asked, Y/N broke into a wide smile. “Very well, he's on a business trip. But we're great.”

Elba also smiled, trying to conceal her true intentions a bit. “I'm glad to hear that.” She paused briefly, searching for the right words. “You know, I always thought there might be something between you and my brother.”

Y/N stopped what she was doing for a moment, as if recalling a past life. She couldn't find a way to respond to that without it sounding strange or suspicious, and by that point, Elba's comment had lingered in the air for too long.

“Oh really?” she simply said.

“Yes, I guess you two had that connection.”

“That connection.”

She repeated that phrase to herself many times over the next few days, pondering and questioning whether she and Matt had the same connection she had with Pato.

(...)

Elba's words lingered in Y/N's mind, but life went on as usual. That was until one fateful night when everything came crashing down.

Y/N sat on her couch, a half-empty bottle of wine next to her, and her eyes red from crying. Her phone, clutched tightly in her hand, showed the last message from Matt: “I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

She dialed a number she knew by heart. The phone rang, and Pato’s groggy voice answered. “Hello?”

“Pato,” Y/N slurred, her voice thick with tears and alcohol. “Can you come get me?”

Pato, instantly awake, sat up in bed. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I need you.”

Without another word, Pato was out of bed, pulling on his clothes. He glanced at his suitcases for tomorrows flight, but Y/N needed him now. Racing could wait.

He found her sitting on the front steps of her apartment building, shivering in the cool night air. Her eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and despair when she saw him.

“Y/N,” he said softly, crouching down beside her. “What happened?”

She fell into his arms, sobbing. “Matt… he cheated on me. I saw him kissing with some woman.”

Pato’s heart ached as he held her close. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve that.” He could feel the shivers in Y/N's body and how fast her heart was beating.

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I feel so stupid, Pato. I thought he loved me.”

“He’s an idiot,” Pato said firmly, lifting her chin. “Anyone who can’t see how amazing you are is a fool.”

She laughed bitterly. “You’ve always been too good to me, Pato.”

Pato helped her to her feet and guided her to his car. Once they were settled inside, she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I always thought there was something between us.”

Pato’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “What do you mean?”

She turned to him, her eyes filled with a vulnerability he’d never seen before. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long, Pato. I just… I was too scared to say anything.”

Pato’s heart pounded in his chest. “Y/N…”

“I thought maybe you felt the same way,” she continued, her voice cracking. “But then I met Matt, and I tried to move on.”

Pato pulled the car over to the side of the road, unable to keep driving. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since forever. I was just too afraid to mess things up between us.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You…you love me?”

He nodded, reaching out to take her hand. “I do. I always have.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. “I love you too, Pato.”

Their kiss was soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened, years of unspoken feelings pouring out. When they finally pulled away, they rested their foreheads together, both breathing heavily.

“I know you have a race tomorrow,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with guilt.

Pato smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Nothing is more important than you, Y/N. Not even racing.”

She smiled, a real smile this time, and snuggled closer to him. “Thank you, Pato. For everything.”

He kissed her forehead, holding her close.

☆ request by: anon

can i pls request pato o’ward and reader liking each other a lot but for one reason or another they can’t be together? you can choose the reason why they’re not together, just a lot of pining and star-crossed lovers vibes <3

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted <3 maybe it's a bit messy but i wrote this at midnight so don't expect too much

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

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This is part 5 to my Skz poly fic.

Warnings: Blowjobs

"Y/N?" You hear worriedly. Your eyes look up and meet Felixs.

"Are you okay?" Felix says his worried eyes meeting yours. His heart broke at your messed up makeup.

Felix didn't care about the loud music or the looks you and Chan were getting. He couldn't give a fuck he needed to make sure you were okay.

Minho is behind him. He looks at you just as worried.

Chan sighs as he looks at phone in your lap Maria had handed you. "Let me go find Maria so I can give her back her phone. I need to thank Yeosang too." Chan says and he gets up not really wanting to but he knows he needs to.

You hand him her phone. He walks up to Felix and whispers something in his ear and Felix nods. He then goes up to Minhos whispering something in his ear too.

Felix comes and sits beside you. You really needed a hug right now so you lean into his embrace.

"It's okay. We aren't going to let anyone hurt you." Felix says hugging you back.

You hear the music turn off. "Party's over. Everyone needs to leave. Thank you for being here and celebrating Felixs birthday." You hear Minho says and with that everyone heads to the door.

You try to pull away from Felixs grasp and he lets you.

"You don't need to leave right now you're emotional. I don't want you to get hurt driving back home." Felix says sighing concern still on his face. You nod agreeing with him.

"You can sleep in my room tonight okay?" Felix says and you nod.

"Usually Changbin sleeps with me but we put him in Minhos and Jisungs room because he was starting to fall asleep." Felix says laughing.

"So we just put him in the nearest room." Felix says and he brings you back in to a hug that you accept.

Everyone finally leaves and Felix sighs relieved that you weren't crying. "Thank you." You say head laying on Felix.

"We got to take care of our guests." Felix says smiling.

Eventually all of the boys come to the living room.

"Why'd you kick everyone out?" Jeongin says questioning Minho. Minhos eyes go to you clinging onto Felix and Jeongins eyes meet where his lands.

Jeongin looks at you concerned. "What happened?" He asks no one in particular.

Chan comes from the kitchen. "You guys remember Maria?" All of the boys nod.

"She's the one dating Hongjoong and his boyfriends right?" Hyunjin says.

"Yeah. Y/N and her were talking and some dude came up to them. He put his hand on Y/Ns thigh and was flirting with them both. They both tried to make him stop and Yeosang noticed and hit the dude in the face. He got in Yeosangs face and I told him he needed to leave. He called them bitches so I broke his fucking nose." Chan says shrugging.

He looks at his hand and moves his fingers to make sure they weren't broken.

All of the boys look at you in concern. "It seems like trouble follows her everywhere." Jisung says noticing you had fallen asleep on Felix.

"Yeah it seems like it." Seungmin says adding in.

"It's not her fault you know." Minho says to his boyfriends.

"We know but we can't always be there to save her as much as we wish we could." Seungmin says sighing.

"If Yeosang hadn't noticed what do you think would've happened." Chan says running a hand through his hair.

"Well luckily nothing did. I know we can't save her from anything but we've saved her so far when she needed us." Felix says holding you.

"You guys might hate me for saying this but I'm starting to really like her. I know we've only met her a couple times but I can't help it you know." Felix says sighing.

Felix looks at his boyfriends for any sign of them getting pissed yet instead there isn't.

Chan is the first to speak. "We'll never hate you love." Chan says.

"You don't?" Felix asks his boyfriends and everyone shakes their head.

"Not at all." Seungmin says reassuring his boyfriend.

Felix feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"You're not the only who's starting to like her." Minho says speaking up.

Felix smiles softly knowing he felt better at his comment.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I invited her for dinner tomorrow would you?" Felix asks.

"Not at all." Jeongin says smiling at his boyfriend.

"It'd be like a date you know." Felix says making sure his boyfriends understood what he was saying.

"We know." Seungmin says.

Felix smiles at his boyfriends who return his smile with ones of their own.

"She's going to lay in my room tonight if you guys dont mind." Felix says and everyone nods except Jisung.

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Hold up. Where's Changbin sleeping then?" Jisung says questioning him.

"In yours and Minho's room." Felix says and Jisung whines.

"Why can't he sleep in Chans and Hyunjins room?" Jisung says complaining.

"Are you going to carry a drunk tired Changbin to our room?" Chan asks the boy who stops talking. Jisung pouts but doesn't say anything back.

"I told Minho we shouldn't have picked the closest room." Jisung mumbles.

"Get her to your room. We'll clean this mess up." Minho says sighing.

Felix nods picking you up in his arms and carrying you to his room.

Felix sets you down in his bed. He goes and grab the makeup wipes from under the cabinet in the bathroom.

Felix goes up to your face. He looks at you taking in your features. His hand goes to your face trying his best not to wake you up. He slowly peels the gems from around your eyes carefully to not hurt you.

He finally peels the last one off of you and he sighs the easy part being over. He opens the makeup wipes and brings one to your face.

You move away from his grip. "I got to take this off of you. You don't need to sleep with makeup on." Felix says to you who falls back to sleep.

He brings the makeup wipes back to your face and cleans off the rest of your makeup. He puts the blanket over your sleepy form.

He heads to the bathroom putting the makeup wipes back up and goes to his drawer grabbing clothes to change into. He closes the bathroom door and looks into the mirror sighing.

He felt fucked up. How could he want someone else too while being in love with boyfriends. He felt very selfish. He really couldn't just be happy with what he got.

He runs a hand through his hair messing it up. At least his boyfriends thought he wasn't a complete fuck up.

"Fucking hell." Felix says outloud to himself.

He shouldn't be worrying about that. Especially not when you were laying in the bed asleep. Felix finally decides to change his clothes when he stops contemplating with himself.

He walks out the bathroom feeling much comfier yet the thoughts were still in his head. Yet not as much as he was by himself in the bathroom.

He gets into the bed looking up at the ceiling. It felt right laying beside you. Like you were supposed to be by his side. Yet how could he feel that way when the loves of his life were down the hall probably sleeping now.

"Felix?" You say and Felix meets your heavy eyes barely open.

"Hm?" He says looking at you.

"Thank you guys. For everything." You say eyes starting to open fully.

Felix smiles at you. "You're more than welcome." He says.

"Could I give you a birthday present?" You say softly eyes now open. Felix nods at you.

Before Felix realizes what you're doing you're straddling him.

Felix looks at you unsure if you were about to do what he thinks.

You look down at him. "I like you. Not just you I like all of them. We've met only a few times I know but I'm interested in all of you." You say and Felix is pretty much shortcircuiting at this point.

"I want to suck you off." You say and Felixs eyes widen.

You quickly try to take back what you said. "If you don't want me to we can just sleep. I don't know how you feel about it considering your boyfriends-" you're cut off with Felixs lips crashing into yours.

He pulls away. He smiles at you reassuring any of your doubts.

"That'd be a great birthday present." Felix says his body relaxing.

You nod. Felix puts a pillow on the ground in front of him. You crawl onto the ground in-between his legs.

You look at Felix for any sign of discomfort yet you're met with that same reassuring smile.

He lifts his hips so you can pull his shorts and boxers down. Everything about Felix was just so pretty. From his freckled cheeks down to his cock.

"So pretty." You say and Felix eyes meet yours in surprise. He had never heard someone call his cock pretty. He loved the comment though.

"Is it?" Felix asks before he realizes he's asked you that outloud. Your eyes meet his and you nod and Felix looks away slightly embarrassed yet even more turned on.

Your lick his tip causing Felix to groan. "Please don't tease me." Felix says groaning again.

You take him in your mouth and you watch as he throws his head back. "Fuck." Felix says as you take him fully in your mouth.

You gag around him slightly and Felix whines at the feeling.

You slowly move off of him and take him all the way back down again.

Felixs jaw is slack as he lets out the prettiest moans you've ever heard.

You grab Felixs hand and bring it to your head. He makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair. You pull off of him.

"Fuck my face." You say drool and his precum dripping from the side of your mouth and it takes everything in Felix to not bust a nut right then.

Felixs hand that's still holding your hair guides you to his cock. Felix was eager and you could tell from the way he started to fuck your mouth. Moans spilling from his mouth and chants of your name.

"Fuck. Doing so good." Felix says as you gag again as he pushes you all the way down.

As Felix pushed you down on his cock he starts rolling his hips into your mouth causing you to gag even more.

"Fuck going to make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours." Felix says grinding into your mouth again.

Moan after moan comes from Felixs mouth. You knew he was close by the way his grip got tighter in your hair and fucking your mouth faster. His moans turn into whimpers at this point.

"Fuck!" Felix says as he forces you to take him all the way. Grinding into your mouth as he cums down your throat. Whimpers leaving his mouth as he orgasms.

Felixs grip on your hair relaxes as he comes down from his orgasm. You swallow every bit of his cum. He pulls you off slowly. Felix thinks he might cum again at the sight of your fucked out face and a mixture of your drool and his cum glistening on his cock.

"Fuck I'm sorry." He says hand going to your face. You shake your head. "I'm okay." You say as he wipes his cum off your lips. He kisses you softly tasting himself.

"Let me go get cleaned up." Felix says and you nod sleep already taking over your body.

Felix helps you back into the bed. "I'll be back." Felix says and you nod once again.

He disappears into the bathroom. As he closes the bathroom door he's left alone with his thoughts again. He cleaned himself up and looks into the mirror. He looked tired and felt it.

Yet the thoughts that were messing with him earlier weren't there. Instead it was hopeful thoughts. You liked not just him but his boyfriends too. A soft smile rests on his face as he sighs more content with himself.

He walks back out of the bathroom and his eyes meet your slowly closing ones. He gets under the blankets with you. You adjust on him and lay your head on his chest.

Felix sighs. "You okay?" You ask him sleepily.

"I'm good. That was a really good birthday present." Felix says smiling down at you.

"I'm glad you like it." You say replying to him.

For a second there's comfortable silence and Felix is the one to break it.

"Can I ask you something?" Felix says and you nod.

"Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow. It'd be like a date. The boys told me I could ask you and they were interested in having you over. You can say no there's no pressure. We just want to get to know more about you." Felix says feeling a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

You smile at him sleepily. "I would love to." You say and your smile is met back with Felixs smile.

"You need some sleep it's been an eventful night." Felix says and you nod. You close your eyes slipping off into dreamland once again.

Felixs thoughts were calmed with you snoring softly on his chest. He was really into you and you were starting to fit into his heart along with his 7 boyfriends. He slowly drifts off to sleep you and his boyfriends occupying his thoughts.

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[bluebeary-jay]

Hey hey!

Congratulations on your well-earned milestone!

Here is my selection for the celebration:

Joel Miller

Hurt/comfort

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

I can't wait to see what you come up with 💜

HIII DARLING!!! 😍💕

Thank you SO SO MUCH for requesting!! I hope you'll like what I came up with cause I had so much fun with this one! (though it took longer cause my classes just started again so sorry for the wait!)

Again, thank you thank you thanks for taking part in my celebration and you're getting a little kiss from me, too! (muah! 💗)

“I’m not a nurse. You should see a real doctor.”

You told him that time and time again, but his response was always the same.

“Don’t trust them not to rat me out,” Joel would just grumble and collapse on your couch heavily. “I trust you.”

Your medical knowledge was minimal, but still a lot better than many people in Boston QZ. That didn’t mean you weren’t always nervous when Joel came to you with a more serious injury.

“What if I mess up?” you would ask, already cleaning his wounds, but he would just stare at you with an indescribable look on his face. “I don’t wanna make anything worse.”

“You won’t, sweetheart.” His voice, as well as eyes, would soften and he’d just watch you quietly in his reverie.

But this time, as he staggered through the door without even knocking first, bleeding on your floor, you really regretted not convincing him beforehand to find someone more capable. He mumbled some reassurances that he was fine, that it wasn’t his blood when you leaped to your feet in panic, but couldn’t hide the exhaustion and pain on his face. His eyes were drooping and it looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

“Were you bit?” you asked firstly as you guided him to your couch. Joel shook his head, leaning on you heavily.

“Wouldn’t have come here if I’d been, darlin’.”

Still you checked him for bites as soon as he laid down with a grunt of pain, but thankfully there were no teeth marks on his skin. He was, however, hurt and bleeding and your heart clenched in fear at the sight.

“Okay,” you mumbled, trying to calm down more yourself than him. “I’m gettin’ the bandages. You don’t move.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The teasing tone and playfulness Joel so often used with you was almost inaudible under the weariness and pain he was in.

“Joel, talk to me,” you said while gathering the essentials, wanting to make sure he stays conscious. “What happened?”

“Nothin’ big,” he murmured in response. You barely heard him with how little his lips moved. “There are… new gangs formin’ in the QZ. Got jumped by one of them when I got back from outside the wall.”

“Why?” you asked, pulling up a stool to the couch, and then uncorked a bottle of alcohol you always kept in your cabinet for situations like this one. “Did you know them?”

“No.” You started to cut his shirt open and he hissed when the material peeled off of his wounds. “I guess they just saw me and decided that killin’ me would be a good way to earn respect. Or maybe it wasn’t that. Who the fuck knows.” He turned his head, looking at you softly for a couple of seconds before speaking again. “They weren’t good fighters, though.”

“Did you kill them?”

Joel nodded. His expression was one of… almost apprehension. Was he worried you’d get scared? You hoped he knew you better than that by now.

“Good.”

He visibly relaxed when you didn’t shrink away or hesitate, and you exhaled through your nose to focus on the task at hand.

You spent the next half an hour on stopping the bleeding and carefully stitching the nastiest looking wound on his side. Thankfully it looked worse than it actually was, and after you cut off the last bit of the thread and dressed it, you started on tending the rest of his injuries.

“Why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?” you asked some time later, trying to defuse the tension in the air. Joel was very quiet and it made you worry that there was some issue he wasn’t telling you about, but his lips twitched at your question and he offered you a weak smile.

“Can’t really help it, darlin’. It’s just your luck, I guess.”

“My luck?” you snorted incredulously and shook your head. “You’re lucky that you’re still walking after losing so much blood.”

“Told you it’s not mine,” he grumbled in response.

“I’d say most of it is, judging by these cuts and that hole I just had to suture.”

To that, he didn’t have any answer, and you pursed your lips as you moved the wet towel and now delicately cleaned another bloody spot on his neck.

“Goddammit, Joel,” you sighed after he stifled a moan of pain for the fourth time in a row. It wasn’t his fault, of course, and a weaker man would surely holler if he had his skin stitched back together, but his stubbornness really irritated you. Or more accurately – concerned you “I’m serious, find someone more capable next time. No one would dare to rat you out once they learn who they’re dealing with. Have you asked Tess if she could find you someone–”

“I don’t want anyone else,” Joel interrupted you dryly with an air of finality in his tone. “You’re good.”

Something in his demeanor caused you to arch your eyebrow. “Why?”

“Maybe I just like you,” he grumbled, irritation seeping through the tone of his voice, but instead of glaring at you, he averted his eyes. Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, but you contained it before the immense joy caused by Joel’s words could reflect on your face.

“If you really liked me, you wouldn’t visit only when you’re in need of patching up after a job.”

He didn’t answer and instantly you felt terrible about what you said. While it was true, sometimes he also dropped by to give you small gifts he ‘found’ outside the wall – a book, a pretty knickknack or just something he thought you might like… But those visits always lasted barely a minute so you didn’t really count them in your head.

Still, as you looked at Joel’s face, a weird feeling of uncertainty tugged at your heartstrings.

“How was it out there today, by the way?” you asked, trying to appear casual while you gathered all the spent materials and dumped them on the floor. “Did you go to Lincoln again?”

“No, sweetheart. Not this time.”

You made a noise of acknowledgement. A couple of seconds of silence passed before Joel cleared his throat.

“Maybe… You’d like to go with me, sometime.” Your head snapped up to his face, but Joel wasn’t looking your way. His cheeks were tinged pink, though you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the loss of blood. “You know. Out there. To Bill and Frank’s, for example.”

“My, my, Miller, are you asking me out on a date?” you asked playfully, half-expecting him to make a wry face at you… but Joel kept silent. The only indication that he heard you was the shame that ran across his features, causing your smile to fade instantly. “Wait. You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious,” Joel huffed, looking definitely regretful that he’d said anything in the first place. “I thought it would be… I mean, they wanted to meet ya, anyway, and they have it nice, not like in the QZ here…” He shook his head and got up from the couch, now undoubtedly blushing. “Jesus, just forget it. Thanks for your help but I’ll be goin’ now–”

“No, no, no, please!” You shot up as he staggered past you to the door, but managed to stop him before he could leave. “Joel, no, stay. Please.”

“No, darlin’, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He frowned down at you, his face harsh and eyes steely. He looked like he was entirely made out of stone, but you knew it was just a facade. “Really, just forget I ever said–”

“I’d love to,” you breathed out quickly, meeting his eyes hopefully. “Joel, look at me. I’d really love to go there with you. On a date.”

As if someone flipped a switch, Joel’s attitude instantly changed – his dark irises softened at your answer and the tension seemed to leave his shoulders, which in turn caused you to smile brightly. You touched his chest delicately, feeling your own heart thumping loudly in your ribcage. “Wasn’t it clear enough that I really like you?”

Joel stared at you blankly with slightly unfocused eyes, suddenly making you worried that maybe he’s going to pass out from overexertion. You tugged his arm lightly to drag him back to the couch, but he didn’t budge.

“Joel?”

His gaze traveled from your lips to your eyes, and he slowly shook his head.

“No.”

His voice was soft and vulnerable, so very unlike the fearsome man you knew and admired. His hand found yours and Joel swallowed heavily as he guided your joined fingers to his cheek.

“Darlin’...”

“S’alright,” you whispered with a small smile, understanding the turmoil that was surely happening inside of him. Stroking the side of his palm with your thumb, you climbed onto your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his. “We’ll talk after you rest.”

It was unclear whether Joel was still listening to you, but nonetheless he nodded with an absent-minded look on his face. You led him back to the couch and sat next to him on the edge after he refused to let go of your hand.

“You know… I started t’fall for you a long time ago,” he murmured out of nowhere in a whisper. You furrowed your eyebrows when you noticed the sweat dampening his forehead, and reached for a clean towel to wipe it away. “Since that time you helped me with the wound on my back.”

“That was a long time ago,” you agreed but your mind was partially elsewhere, trying to ascertain what was going on with his condition. “You never said anything.”

“Was afraid you wouldn’t wanna see me again.” His eyes were closed now, and you no longer were sure if he even knew what he was saying. “And…”

“Rest, Joel,” you coaxed him gently, checking for his temperature with your other hand. It seemed fine, so it was probably just his system shutting down from exhaustion. “You were hurt really badly.”

“Maybe I should’ve been more careful on this job.” Joel lifted his eyelids slightly to look at you, and with a small relief you noted that there was no fog or lostness in his eyes. They were full of only honesty and determination. “But I wanted to see you and t’was always… a good excuse.”

Did he really imply that he let himself get hurt just to have an excuse to see you?

You decided you’re gonna kill him in the morning when he feels better.

“Close your eyes, baby,” you murmured instead, leaning in to kiss his parted lips lightly. “I’ll stay with you. And later we’ll go on that date, and you will show me Lincoln and the world outside.”

Joel’s breathing slowed down as soon as your lips touched his, and you felt him trying to return the kiss, but sleep won in the end and his eyes closed.

But even when his consciousness slipped into the dream realm, he didn’t let go of your hand.

[spiritedscorpio]

The BSD characters with an s/o that has never been in a relationship before

Warning: NSFW content, afab! reader

Includes: Sigma, Chuuya, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Yosano, Higuchi, Akutagawa, Fyodor

Sigma:

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You’re definitely the first person he’s been in a relationship with so he’s just as if not more nervous about it

It depends on which of you is feeling more bold throughout the day and makes a move, leaving the other a flustered mess

Has no idea about the pace that you should do things so he’s very hesitant

You have to reassure him whenever you get shy or embarrassed about something he does or else he'll worry that he's making you uncomfortable

You both have no idea which milestones you're supposed to celebrate so fairly often you both come home to some sort of surprise

It takes a while for you to kiss but when you finally do it's very quick

When you make out a first it's a little awkward, the two of you not really moving in sync and being quite hesitant to get into it but eventually you improve

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The two of you would probably be equally as nervous

Likely doesn't have any experience so he would definitely need your instruction

Would be fairly hesitant with most things he did

He would make a point to be as gentle as possible even without you asking so you will definitely have to ask if you want him to be rougher with you

Will be super patient with you and praise you a lot

Chuuya:

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Not his first relationship but definitely his first healthy one

When you tell him he’s the first person you’ve dated he’s honoured but he knows what it’s like to get his heart broken or just hurt in a relationship so he’s really nervous about accidentally hurting you

Has a lot of trust issues so at first he likely won't be overly touchy or affection both to keep himself from getting hurt and because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

Once he’s completely comfortable and trusts you fully, he openly prides himself on being your first boyfriend, always showing you off and spoiling you

Because of this you tried to do the same but he was quick to tell you that you didn't need to waste your money on him

Likes how clingy you get when he’s been gone for a while but still get embarrassed by him pointing it out

He finds it cute how you get shy about things as small as hand holding

He’s extremely respectful, never wanting to move too fast for you

He says I love you first but doesn’t push you to say it back right away

Always watches carefully to see if you’re comfortable with him making a move

He likes when you try to make a move and end up getting super embarrassed about it

Once you’ve built up trust he always teases you, enjoying the way he has such a large effect on you despite dating for a while

Reassures you when you get worried about messing something up, telling you he just wants you to be yourself and that you don’t owe him anything

Prefers if you initiate a kiss since he doesn’t want you to feel pressured into anything

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Asks you multiple times before the act if it's what you really want

Won’t be super rough during your first time together but he’ll still make sure you have a safe word

Prioritizes your comfort and pleasure over his

He makes sure to go slow, his hands roaming your body before slowly undressing you

Kisses every inch of your body, washing all your insecurities and worries away with sweet words

Since it’s your first time he’ll make sure to make you cum at least once with his fingers or mouth before you really get into everything

Adores when all your cute little noises and when you try to hide your face in the crook of his neck

Softly holds onto your hips as he thrusts into you, judging whether to speed up or slow down with your noises and expressions

Dazai:

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You’re not the first person he’s dated but you’re the first person he’s been in a serious relationship with

Acts cocky about being the first person you’ve dated but is secretly worried that he’ll hurt you by not being open or affectionate enough

He’s typically the one that makes a move and enjoys the way you react to it

Teases you when you make a move, a smirk on his face when he says something along the lines of "my, someone sure is bold today"

Is super dramatic about being your first boyfriend, saying he doesn’t believe someone as good looking as you has been single for so long

By the time you actually start dating he's pretty much completely interested in you and in love with you even if he doesn't say so right away so he kind of finds it funny that you worry so much about doing something wrong and the possibilty of him leaving you over it

Despite his feelings, you're the one who says I love you first which is pretty hard for you but don't worry, he'll say it back after

Hugs or kisses you randomly to see how much you'll blush

When you kiss he leads although he's normally pretty gentle, never making fun of your inexperience

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He's very experienced, knowing exactly which places to touch and will surely make your first time together an enjoyable experience for the both of you

He's probably tried to initiate this with you before and you decided against it, purely because you were nervous so he'll take things slow with you

Starting off with kisses, he locks lips with you as his hands explore your body, gently trailing your arms before his touches get more intimate

Once he starts undressing you he reassures your worries, and although he'll be gentle with you, that won't stop him from teasing you occasionally, enjoying the way your cheeks flush by his lewd comments

Starts off by making you cum on his fingers before actually having sex

Fukuzawa:

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He doesn't have any strong feelings about you being not dating anyone before him, he doesn't really think it matters

However, he still wants to make sure that your first relationship is a good experience even if things end up not working out

He's fine with a little pda like hugs or quick kisses but he doesn't mind just saving it for when you're alone if you're embarrassed about it

Lets you decide the pace of everything in your relationship, even though his intentions are good, he'd never want to make you uncomfortable

He doesn't really tease you, everything he says is sincere and he says it to uplift you and let you know everything he loves about you

When you kiss he lets you decide if it goes any further than a few pecks

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Would be patient with you despite how nervous you may be

Seems like he would make your first time together as romantic as possible

Would be extremely gentle with you and try to keep your discomfort to a minimum

Always makes sure to prep you well, especially for your first time together

Frequently checks in with you to make sure you're okay

Yosano:

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She's happy to be your first partner, this way she know you'll be treated the way you deserve

Honestly finds how nervous you are pretty cute

She's kind of a tease and enjoys pda just to let people know you're taken and to see your cute reactions

After you've been dating for a while she teases you with pet names, sometimes calling you her pretty little wife to see your cheeks dusted in a lovely shade of pink

She also likes showing off that you're hers, randomly draping her arms over your shoulders and kissing you a work, enjoying how much you'd blush and struggle to stay focused

Since you weren't that good with words and she was really busy you'd frequently cook for the both of you and she always appreciated it

Tells you not to worry about buying her expensive stuff for anniversaries, she'd rather just spend time with you

Kisses with her are pretty gentle, remaining a bit distant to allow you to stop if you wanted but eventually becoming more intimate over time as she wraps her arms around your waist, keeping you close to her

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She likely has a good amount of experience so she’ll be able to make your first time together as enjoyable as possible

She will almost always be the dominant one but for your first time she’ll be gentle

After kissing you for a while she’ll have you propped up against her chest as you continue

Her hands travel down your sides as she pressed soft kisses to your neck, occasionally sucking or biting on the delicate skin

She likely wouldn't experiment much for your first time and would stay away from toys

Whispers words of encouragement in your ear until you finally cum

Higuchi:

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She honestly loves the way you act around her, she finds it absolutely adorable

She's constantly showering you in compliments and affection to see your cute little reactions

She still gets nervous and flustered herself so even if she holds your hand or hugs you first, her face is quite pink as well

She's quite clingy, completely satisfied with just cuddling up to you if you're not comfortable with other things

She shows you off as well, frequently showing her friends some of the pictures you've taken together

Even though you're nervous, it's not uncommon for her to voice her worries as well so you both end up reassuring each other quite often

When she kisses you she's extremely gentle, starting off with kisses on the cheek or forehead until you get comfortable enough to do more

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She's fairly inexperienced but she still has a good idea of what to do

She would likely be the one to take the lead but wouldn't mind you being the dominant one if you were able to muster up enough confidence

She's all about praise. She will praise you for every little thing and practically worship your body

Definitely prioritizes you over yourself and will even go as far as denying herself pleasure as long as you're satisfied

Although she isn't against using toys, she'd rather help get you off with some part of her body as she prefers feeling you against her as much as possible

Akutagawa:

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Before you start dating he'll ignore his feelings for you, especially if your shyness makes it seem like you're not interested

You're also his first partner, he was likely either too consumed by his personal goals to care or want romance or too scared of intimacy before you

If he happens to initiate physical contact or affection and you hesitate to reciprocate it he'll be taken aback and get a bit insecure even though you don't mean any harm

He won't push you to do anything but he will overthink your reaction and worry if you even want to be with him

Once you reassure him enough that you're just nervous he'll be relieved but still a little worried inside

Pretty clueless about the whole romance thing so you'll be experiencing it for the first time together!

You won't have to worry about being overwhelmed with affection very often, more often than not you'll have to initiate it

Is much more timid about all of this than he'd ever admit so it takes a while for him to move past quick pecks

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Is much more nervous about this than he'd ever let on, he's never been this close to someone and he's worried he might mess it up

Foreplay, for at least the first time you're together will run a little longer than necessary because he'll secretly be panicking and stalling

Isn't very vocal himself but he wants you to be; it reassures him and let's him know he's doing well

His movements aren't that confident during your first time together

Likely has a lot of insecurities related to his appearance so he'll probably need just as much, if not more reassurance as you to be fully comfortable

Will definitely need you to tell him the stuff you like however he'll rarely if ever admit he needs guidance

Fyodor:

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You’re definitely the first person he’s been in a relationship with, he simply didn’t have much interest in anyone before you

Despite this, he isn’t really worried about it too much, he knows your entirely captivated by him and would never leave him

He doesn't see the point of dating someone if you don't plan to marry them so he does like the fact that he's the only person you've dated as he'll be the only partner you've said "I love you" to

If you question his love or loyalty because you're worried he will reassure you a few times however eventually it'll annoy him

Honestly he's not going to be the best for you if you're nervous about relationships, he's not very affectionate and sometimes he'll disappear for days at a time for work while giving you little to no details about it

In terms of basic affection, you have to initiate it and your attempts to do so amuse him

He'll know that you're lying when you come up with excuses to touch him such as wanting to cuddle just because you're cold but he'll indulge you anyways

He isn't all that flirty but he does call you little pet names, typically just because he wants to see you even more flustered than normal

He's initiates kissing, waiting a little while before attempting to go any further

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Secretly LOVES that you haven’t been with anyone else

This just adds to your purity and innocence which makes it even more fun for him to ruin you

He's not all that patient with you but he makes sure to prep you for your first time at least

Rarely ever gives you what you want the first time you ask and will make you beg

Likes to see you tear up or cry, especially if it's when he's teasing you or during foreplay. He gets a kick out of how much power he has over you

Will tease you if he notices you trying to be quiet out of embarrassment

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i’ll scream when no one’s around

character: cater diamond summary: he's having a bad day but won't let anyone know he's struggling warnings: angst, heavily implied depression and anxiety issues, slight body dysmorphia

 As he snapped what felt like the thousandth picture, he zoomed in to inspect his expression.  Not perfect enough.  He tried well into the morning to capture a happy enough expression to show the world, but something was always off. He wouldn't settle on any photo, always finding something off with his appearance.  Was one ear always slightly higher than the other? Did his nose always look like that? Were others embarrassed to be around him?  Finally he was able to find just the right angle and lighting after making himself late for the day's activities. Rushing through his dorm, he felt himself grateful it was a weekend and this wouldn't make him late for class.

 He could feel their eyes though. He could feel their stares as he arrived late for breakfast. He could feel their judgement as he sat down, their annoyance, their hatred.  He was dizzy and he felt like his uniform was filled with his own sweat, drowning him. Was his hair a mess? Has he done irreparable damage to his image within the dorm? Was the picture earlier that morning the problem? Did he mess it up somehow?  "Cater!" A hand waving in front of his face broke him out of his trance. He looked up to see his best friend looking at him. "Did you make sure to brush your teeth well?"  He laughed off Trey's antics and reassured him that his teeth were a-okay. He didn't mention how the rest of him was doing. He never did, he wouldn't.  His best friend knew something was wrong, but likewise didn't say anything. He had someone else to care about, Cater knew that. Still, he made sure to show a bright smile.  He made small talk with his fellow third years sitting around him, showing them his favorite Magicam posts from that morning, scrolling faster once he knew his was coming up. He didn't need any more judgement from the others.  Cater continued his day as normal. As normal as he could at least. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he left hearts and replies on whatever his latest favorite celebrity was posting. Although there weren't any classes, he'd agreed to meet with the pop music club that afternoon.  He threw his snacks down on the table and plopped in his seat, waiting for Lilia and Kalim to show up. Cater allowed himself to slouch for the first time that day, letting out a deep sigh. He found himself staring at the ceiling, blinking away incoming tears. He couldn't cry here. What if someone saw? What if he was caught vulnerable around someone? Would everyone grow tired of him after that? Would they see beyond the image he had so carefully curated?  Cater straightened his posture when he heard movement by the classroom door. He quickly checked his face in the camera on his phone.  Good enough for now.  As his clubmates entered the room he greeted them happily, offering some baked goods from Heartslabyul. Kalim had brought some snacks his vice housewarden had made for them. Lilia had brought some of his own creation, which the others narrowly avoided by letting him eat all of them first.  Throughout the meeting they did what they usually did. That being nothing to do with playing music. They told anecdotes from the days they had been apart. Cater felt himself talking less than before, though. Paying more attention to his phone than the situation around him.  Soon he wasn't even paying attention to his phone and his breathing was becoming faster, which he also wasn't paying attention to. Unbeknownst to him, Lilia and Kalim had noticed and were looking at him with concern.  "Cater! Hi! What's going on?"  Shit.  "I'm fine, no need to worry about Cay-Cay. I gotta go, though. It was, uh, nice meeting with you! See you next week, yeah?" Cater stumbled over his words as he stumbled over his chair, rushing out of the room. The others stood up to follow him but stopped once they saw his expression.  He didn't want to be seen like this, that's why he darted out so quickly. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, balled into fists. He slipped up. The façade was over.  He passed Trey in the Heartslabyul hallways, who noticed the small tears in Cater's eyes. Once again, the vice housewarden said nothing.  He was glad he was able to have his own room as a third year, as solitude was something he needed right now. He'd tried his best to keep it together, to keep up his perfect act. He'd failed.  He was a failure.  Cater screamed into his pillow and finally let go the waterfall of tears he'd been holding back for weeks.

a/n: i, um, yeah there's a lot of emotions i put into this and definitely a lot of words i’ve said to myself oof. i hope you liked it! m.list & rules

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Skater boy!Ace and ballet dancer!Sanji

What more can I say...

I can say more. I can say a lot more. >:]

They meet because of Luffy. They were going to go out and celebrate Sanji being accepted into an opera as a dancer.

Sanji had always loved dancing, his biological father never approved of it, but once Sanji became a teenager he ran away and started living in a low-rent motel while working as a dishwasher in a restaurant. When his boss Zeff found out and he insisted that he go back home. Sanji broke down and told him exactly why he couldn't so Zeff opted for taking him in. Turns out, before having his leg amputated he was a big deal in the world of ballet. Now he only sometimes teaches little kids as a side job. Sanji begs him to teach him as well.

Luffy befriends Sanji quickly and soon enough they start hanging out as a friend group.

Sanji had never had close friends so he was a bit overwhelmed by how much they all loved him. Despite all his temper problems, despite all the mistakes he makes, despite his feeling like he's a failure. Zeff is very happy Sanji finally found people to be loved by.

At the age of 16, Sanji had his first real show. Not just kids' stuff, an actual part in an actual ballet troupe for an actual theater performance. Everyone was so proud of him. Nami brought her sister and mother with her, Luffy brought his brothers, Usopp - his girlfriend - Kaya, it was heartwarming. Zeff almost cried but would later deny it. They didn't have much time to see him after the performance since the dancers were going to go somewhere together, but Sanji couldn't help but eye one of Luffy's brothers. And if he wasn't reading the situation wrong, his brother was looking at him too.

One time, Luffy took them to meet his brothers who were at the skate park. Ace is quite good, doing tricks and getting hyped by his baby brother. He seemed friendly. The conversation in the friend group got going and before a little while they split into multiple conversations. Somehow Sanji ended up talking to Ace. They hit it off quite easily and then Ace asked him if he wanted to go smoke in the back. Sanji said yes so they split from the group for a bit with some dumb excuse like going to the toilet or something.

Once out of sight, they stood behind one of the ramps as Ace rolled up a joint. Sanji warned that he never smoked anything but cigarettes before, but Ace reassured him it was almost the same. Sanji was still hesitant so Ace asked him "Have you tried shotgunning before?" the other shook his head no.

Ace took a long drag. He put a hand on the back of Sanji's neck and another held his chin up and in place, opening his mouth with his thumb. Ace stood so close to Sanji's lips, that he could practically feel the heat radiating from them. He almost forgot to inhale the smoke and most of it just passed over his face.

Ace, not letting go, only backing up enough to look the other in the eye: did you feel it?

Sanji, not being able to look away from his lips: I can't really, I think I need another shot...

Ace: maybe we can try closing the distance

Sanji: maybe...

Ace gave him an unlit joint. Sanji tried to refuse but he insisted. So he pocketed it without thinking about it much.

After an uncertain amount of time, they came back with a bit messed up hair, swollen lips, and smiles on their faces - giggling about things only they knew.

They said bye to Luffy and his brothers and Sanji remembered he forgot to take Ace's contact. He thought that maybe he'd leave him to ask Luffy and then when he texts Sanji, he'll go "Oh, you were thinking of me, how sweet" and Ace would go "Of course, couldn't stop" or something along those lines. The thought made him giggle to himself. But it never happened. A day passed. Then two. Then a week.

And Luffy acted normal, with no mentions of his brother or if he was asking about Sanji. Sanji felt a bit used. So he just kept on training, he kept on doing his best to keep himself busy.

And then they meet again. The friend group went over to Luffy's house for a board game night. It started off with just them playing or at least trying to agree on a game to play. At some point, Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro gave up on having an opinion and let Luffy and Nami argue on what to play. Sanji asked Usopp to come help him fix up some tea in the kitchen. He found some cookies and honey in the cupboard and gave them to Usopp to bring to the table. "I'll be with you with the tea in a bit", he said.

There was shifting at the door and for a moment Sanji got a bit agitated: Usopp, I told you I'm coming! I can't find the tea plates-

Ace: We don't have any. Just get a big one off the shelf.

Sanji froze when he heard that voice. How dare he? How dare he so casually appear after all this time.

Sanji looked away from him and forced a: Thanks.

Ace, a bit hurt: Why are you giving me the cold shoulder? You ghost me and now you act all superior?! That's messed up, dude...

Sanji: What do you mean I ghosted you- you just disappeared! What, was I supposed to ask Luffy for your number or something?

He omitted the part where he would wish and fantasize that Ace would do that. He couldn't betray what little pride he had left.

Ace, confused: What do you mean? I already gave you my number...

Sanji: ???

Ace: On the paper of the joint I gave you... Did you- did you smoke it without seeing the number?

Sanji, panicking: No! I- I went back home and then I lost it after throwing my clothes in the washer- I must have... ah shit...

Ace laughed: Ah man, here I was - thinking that you hated me when it turns out you're just a ditz.

Sanji: Hey!

Ace: It's okay, I'm an idiot, I'll probably forget about it too...

Sanji, hiding a smile: Don't say that about yourself... though yeah, you are a bit...

Luffy: Are you guys gonna kiss?

They both turn to see all the others looking at them by the door. Usopp shushed at Luffy, saw they were spotted, and hid his face behind his hand. Nami hit Luffy for ruining the moment. Even Sabo was there looking at them with a knowing smile.