bring back the glasses!

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Imagine Alec Lightwood wearing glasses. It barely ever happens, because he hates them and prefers lenses. It's usually on early weekend mornings, when his eyes are tired of wearing them for the whole week. Now imagine Alec spending his first free weekend at Magnus'. He gets up early, makes them coffee and sits shirtless in the kitchen, reading a newspaper when sun rises and the whole Brooklyn wakes up. Then Magnus, woken by Alec's absence in the bed, gets up and sees Alec like that.

Anon, I don’t know why you thought you would attack me that way. I’m a nice person and I’m like 17k% sure I don’t deserve this.

I’m also 17k% sure that Magnus would sit in front of Alec in the kitchen, chin propped in his hand, and stares until Alec can’t stand it anymore and just lowers the newspaper abruptly and blurts out, frowning, “What?”

And Magnus just smiles that sappy smile of his and gets up to pour himself a coffee, and he looks at Alec over his shoulder. “I like the glasses, that’s all.”

Alec just brings back the newspaper in front of his face to hide his blush, a small, crooked smile growing on his lips. Magnus walks around the table to slide his arms around his waist and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t hide your gorgeousness from me, it would ruin my Sunday morning and a bad Sunday is bound to bring a disastrous week.”

Alec scoffs, rolls his eyes dramatically and tilts his head to plant a chaste kiss on his mouth. “And we don’t want that.”

I mean… I hate those sappy assholes. 

No Strings Attached

Pairings: Kol x Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2163


You have been really good friends with the Mikaelsons for about a year now. Rebekah is like the sister you’ve never had, Klaus and Elijah are like brothers to you while Kol is a little bit of the opposite. The both of you flirt here and there, but you’ve never seen each other being a couple.

It was a quarter to 11. You and the youngest Mikaelson brother are the only ones home, god knows where the rest of his siblings went. The two of you were bored so you decided to drink and play billiards. Of course you were losing because you’re terrible at this game. “Gosh Kol, you could’ve at least gone easy on me. I’m a girl.” You scoffed playfully.

“Perhaps not, Y/N.” Kol smiled. He noticed your glass is empty, so he took it and refilled it for you. “Time for another.”

His glass now being in one hand and yours in the other, he handed you yours. “T-thanks Kol.” You stuttered from being a little tipsy.

“Tsk Tsk. Someone’s a lightweight.” Kol teased. then he clanked his glass to yours to cheers.

After chugging your drink, you picked up your pool cue, knowing that your turn is next. You positioned your body with the cue to the spot that you believed that was appropriate to hit. But the alcohol was getting to your system and right before you hit it, you stopped yourself, by quickly standing up, holding the cue vertically. “Actually, Kol. I’m bored of this already.”

Kol laughed then started walking towards you, with drink in hand. “Is it because you’re losing, darling? Oh don’t be such a sore loser.”

Without thinking, you attempted to hit Kol with the pool cue which only lead to failure. With Kol being the original vampire that he is, he has really quick reflexes so he stopped it with his hand. He didn’t take it personal since he knew you’re only playing around and you both know it won’t hurt him at all. “Easy there, human.” Kol cooed.

You laughed from your failure. “I tried. I tried.”

Kol showed off his height by inching up closer to you, looking down on you. “You really think you’re a match against a 1000 year old vampire?” Kol questioned, then softened up his voice. “Funny.”

You didn’t know if the alcohol was getting to your system or if Kol Mikaelson looked so hot right now. It must be the alcohol. Never did it cross your mind before about ever screwing him. The alcohol must be getting to him because he was getting way too close for comfort right now, making your breaths deeper and his following suit. He cupped your cheek with his hand, lightly rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. The both of you kept looking back and forth at each others eyes and lips.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kol asked, now keeping his eyes focused your eyes instead.

“I mean, no one’s home so….” You replied.

Now Kol locks his lips with yours. The two of you swirling each others tongues in and out. He lifts you up and carries you to the pool table, not losing contact with each others lips.

Kol removes your top and you copy him by helping remove his. He brushes his hands along your sides as he kisses on your neck, making you let out a groan. “We’re really doing this Kol.” You chuckled.

Kol stops and looks at you. “This may be a night filled with regrets or a night to remember.” He tapped your nose once and gave you a smirk before pushing your body down on the pool table.

(The following morning…)

It was noon-ish when you awoke. Your head was slightly spinning and you felt pretty dehydrated from the alcohol you consumed last night.

You sat up and slowly scanned your surroundings to see if you can remember anything from last night. The first thing you noticed is that you’re wearing a t-shirt that is a few sizes too big. Seeing that Kol is asleep next to you in bed shirtless, you assumed that it’s his. Now that’s when the memories of last night came back to you. “Ah shit.” You mouthed to yourself.

Yup, you had sex with Kol last night. Regret wasn’t what you felt, because you do remember the drunk sex being amazing, you were just a little embarrassed because you didn’t want Kol to think that anyone can get inside your pants when you’re drunk.

Seeing that the upper half of his body is without clothes, you were also curious to see if the lower half of him is too. Still sitting up, you lifted up the blanket to get a peek. And damn, that morning wood of his made your jaw drop. “Damn, Kol Mikaelson.” You said accidentally said aloud. From catching yourself, you held your lips together to stay silent, but it failed because you woke up Kol. 

Kol yawned and stretched his arms. “Morning, Y/N.” He said with a raspy voice.

“I cannot believe that happened last night.”

“Well darling, I happen to have no regrets.”

“Oh my god, you must think I’m such a slut.” You whined, sinking yourself lower into the bed.

Kol chuckled. “Nonsense, Y/N. Not the slightest.” He got off of the bed to search for his clothes. “I happen to be thirsty, actually.”

Your eyes lit up at the thought of a nice cold glass of water. “Oh me too. Can you get me a glass of water too, please?”

Kol slid on his boxers, then grabbed his pants to put on next. “You’re quite funny. I wasn’t referring to water. But I’ll bring you back a glass.”

While you’re waiting on Kol to return with your water, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to make sure you didn’t drunk text anyone or drunk post anything on social media. 

Phew. You’re in the clear.

After a few minutes, Kol arrives and you chug that water like there’s no tomorrow. “Ah.” You said, rolling your eyes in the back of your head.

Kol grinned at you in amusement. “That was my bloody reaction when I got a hold of those blood bags just now.”

You hear Rebekah’s voice grow as she’s walking in. “Brunch is here if you’re hungry, Kol.” Seeing that you’re in Kol’s bed, her lips parted in surprise. “You two?” She questioned, with one hand of her hip and the other hand, pointing two fingers at you both.

“Uh…” Both you and Kol said, being speechless.

“Never mind that. Feel free to come down you two, if you’re hungry.” Rebekah quickly walked out.

For the next few days you couldn’t stop thinking about the night you slept with Kol. You don’t have any romantic feelings for him whatsoever, but the sex was great and you honestly wouldn’t mind doing it again. Plus, you’re not sleeping around with anyone else at the moment, so you don’t think there’s any harm if it’s with the same person again. Your plan was to confront Kol about it the next time you saw him.

Knocking on the door of the Mikaelson’s home, Klaus opened the door with a smile. “Fancying seeing you, love. Let me guess-” He glanced up while pointing his index finger up as if he was thinking. “-you’re looking for Kol?”

Well damn. Klaus knows about it too. You figured Rebekah told him after she saw you in Kol’s bed. “Very funny, Klaus. And yes I am.” You walked inside, not caring to wait for an invitation inside. “Where is he?”

“He’s here. In his room, i assume.” Klaus replied. 

You made your way to Kol’s bedroom, but saw that he wasn’t in there so you just made yourself comfortable in his bed while you waited.

After 10 minutes, Kol entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Your presence startled him, making him jump. “Bloody hell, Y/N. You frightened the hell out of me.”

“We need to talk about something.” You sat at the edge of the bed and patted your hand on the mattress for Kol to sit down.

“About?” He questioned.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad. Actually. It’s good. Maybe?” You questioned your statement a bit because it was good for you, but you weren’t exactly confident if it’s a positive thing for him. So to the hell with it.

“Alright, darling. Spit it out.”

“So I have this idea. First off, we’re both adults here. You know, you’re hot and I’m hot.” You pointed at Kol, then back at yourself. “You’re single and I’m single. I also know that we’re both not looking for a relationship, nor are we sleeping with anyone else.” Being good friends with Kol, you’re definitely confident that he isn’t sleeping with anyone else because he practically tells you everything.

“Ah, I see where you’re headed with this. So you want to be, what do the Americans call it?” Kol paused to think. “Oh that’s right. Fuck buddies. Am I correct?”

“Yeah.” You laughed at Kol. “Or a classier name would be: friends with benefits.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agrees with your idea. “So you think I’m hot?” He joked with a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness.

“But. There has to be rules involved. We have to vow not to let ourselves gain feelings for the other. And, if one of us wants to cut it off for whatever reason, the other has to agree.”


“Good. So-”

Kol cuts you off. “So technically, this friends with benefits thing starts like now now?”

“Yes?” You answered, tilting your head.

Kol stands up confidently in front of you, looking very eager. “Come on then. On your knees.” He put one hand on his hip and the other pointing his finger down at his crotch.

You chuckled while shaking your head in disagreement. “What? Are you serious?”

“Well darling, you’re the one that said. So come on, I want your mouth to work its magic again.”

You noticed his hard member poking through towel and thought ‘fuck it’. So you hopped off of the bed and obeyed Kol’s command.

And there it was. A month goes by and the vow that the two of you made did not go broken. It’s actually been pretty fun. There would be nights where the two of you would go out drinking together, which obviously led to fucking. Whether it be in his car, in the shower or in his bed. 

But, there was a period where Kol’s siblings voiced their opinions to him about the thing that you two have.

Rebekah: “I’m just warning you Kol, this is going to end one way and one way only.”

Kol: “And how is that?”

Rebekah: “What if one of you ends up gaining feels and the other doesn’t feel the same? Someone is going to get hurt.”

Kol: “And that’s where you’re wrong, Rebekah. Y/N and I have a made our own vow to not allow that to happen.”

Rebekah: “Elijah, please tell me that what Kol and Y/N are doing is wrong.”

Elijah: “Rebekah, I believe our dear brother is quite old enough to make his own choices.”

Klaus: “What Elijah said. You know, to each their own.”

Today you’re going out for lunch with your girlfriends to catch up on the latest gossip. Elena and Caroline feel the same way that Rebekah does about this whole situation with you and Kol, but Bonnie is happy as long as you’re happy.

Since Klaus will be away for a week, he allowed you to take over his master bedroom in the meantime.

It was about two hours before the scheduled time to head out, so you hopped in the nice and steamy shower. Soaking up all that warmth made you want to stay in here for hours. You were rinsing off your conditioner as you’re getting lost in your thoughts, until all of a sudden it was interrupted. “What the hell, Kol?!” Being distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t see Kol come into the bathroom until he opened the shower door.

“May I join?” He asked, wearing nothing but boxers and jeans.

“Um no. I’m actually just finishing up. How did you even get in here?” You focused on rinsing whatever conditioner was remaining on your hair.

“Learn to lock the door, love.” Kol started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting his jeans fall to the floor. “How about a quickie then?” He smiled, revealing his teeth.

You rolled your eyes and turned off the shower. “No I have to hurry up and get ready.” You reached your arm out for Kol’s cue to hand you your towel, which he does willingly and you walked out to dry yourself off.

Kol removes his boxers and gets in the shower, moving the knob to turn it on. “Your loss.” He joked.

Imagine cutting Dean off at the bar

“I think that’s enough, sugar.”

You covered the top of his shot glass with your fingers, picking it up and placing it on your tray of finished drinks.

His eyes followed the shot before flicking up to yours, the vulnerability in his expression a stark contrast to the strength and size of the man.

“I paid for that,” he murmured, a quiet protest without any heat.

“I know, darlin’,” you nodded, still holding eye contact. “This is my last pass of the floor before I get off, I’ll bring you back your money.”

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Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Fluffy Fluff, Slightly Slight Angst (nothing big), Hybrid!au

Words: 3,328

Summary: A snapshot into the life of Jung Hoseok and his cat hybrid (aka Y/N)

A/N: Always wanted to write a Hybrid!au…so, here it is! Also, I got the title from the song by Lim Kim

“You smell weird.”

Hoseok stopped and turned towards you, blinking in surprise.

About an hour ago, you were sitting right next to him with your head on his lap, eating the strawberries he put in a bowl for you. You were quiet while watching TV as Hoseok shuffled with papers he had to get through for his job’s upcoming project. The television was put on mute, so you were just watching the characters on screen walk around and talk without any words coming out of their mouths (Hoseok said he could finish his work in the bedroom so he wouldn’t bother your TV time (he knows you enjoy a certain drama that comes on at 8) but you decided spending time with him was better than some drama you could watch again—but you wouldn’t tell him that). You would occasionally rub your cheek against his leg and he would let his finger run through your hair, stopping every now and then to put a paper to the side or rub his knuckles behind your ears.

Everything was quiet. You were quiet the entire time—letting out a purr every now and then when he scratched that particular spot behind your ears—and it was nice. He enjoyed the domestic feeling that resonated throughout the apartment, bringing forth a warm sensation that filled is stomach, making it completely full. Almost like he had eaten a century’s worth of food.

It felt nice. Being with you was nice, and he wanted to stay like this forever.

That is until you slowly removed yourself from his lap. He didn’t pay much mind to it at first, simply allowing you to move so you could go to the bathroom or get a drink or do whatever it was you needed to do, as long as you came back into his lap quickly. But, you didn’t walk to the kitchen or bathroom. He could still feel your presence beside him, staring at him. Well, it felt more like glaring.

Than you spoke. And it wasn’t sweet like your strawberry stained fingers. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was blunt and straight to the point, just like most things you said (but he liked that about you). You just straight out and said what was on your mind, even if it might’ve been kind of harsh. You didn’t come right out and say it, but Hoseok knew what you meant.

Hoseok, you stink.

He put his papers down and used his finger to adjust the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose before he spoke.

“I…I do?” he stuttered out, sounding confused and a little offended. You usually enjoyed his scent. Well, at least he thought you did.

Once his glasses were in place, he could see the way your eyes bore into his, glaring at him. You sat on your knees with your hands clinched on your lap, and your tail swayed side to side vigorously.

Were you angry?

You were wearing his oversized white t-shirt (the one that fell off your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin), and it kind of distracted him from the situation at the moment. Hoseok loved your skin. It was similar to silk with how much he wanted to constantly touch it; to feel how soft it is. You weren’t wearing any pants either. Probably just shorts that were being covered by the shirt. Or maybe you were only wearing your underwear underneath. Or…or maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all. Just the thought made a chill run down his spine.

He felt the need to touch you now, but he remembered the sharp gaze you had on him and he thought maybe now wasn’t the best time for that.

He really wanted to, though.

Hoseok brought his gaze back to your eyes and, indeed, you were still glaring at him and your tail was still moving around anxiously. You must’ve been waiting for a better response than the one he just gave you, but you broke the silence before he could say anything else.

“Yes. You smell weird,” you said as you shifted your eyes to the side for a second, only to bring them back to Hoseok’s. “You smell kind of. . .different.”

Hoseok took his glasses off and put them on the coffee table before leaning his back against the couch, never breaking eye contact with you. So, cute.

“Well, what do I smell like?”

The question made you snap your head up at him, looking into his sleepy eyes, and crawl over to him slowly. You brought your face close to his, your nose touching his, and you stared at him for a while, admiring his features, before dropping your head down to nose at his neck. You took a deep breath, and began running your nose down his neck to his shoulder. You inhaled and then rubbed your cheek against his shoulder until you’ve had enough and used your nose to trace your way to the dip in the middle of his neck.

You continued to nose at the exposed skin around his neck and shoulder, pulling down the strap to his white beater to expose more of him. Hoseok softly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist you onto his lap. Once you were straddling him, still smelling and scenting him, Hoseok ran his hands up and down your bare thighs, sighing at the warmth of your skin. He moved his right hand up to your hips, moving the fabric of the shirt with him to feel more of you. He kept moving his hand up until his palm was on your back, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the skin.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. (You were wearing the baby blue underwear that had small pink hearts everywhere).

Eventually, you removed your face from his neck with your nose scrunched up. “You smell fruity. Like some perfume,” you said with a little sniff. “really strong perfume.”

Hoseok opened his eyes and looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded. God, he’s beautiful.

“That’s strange. You know I don’t where any cologne usually or body spray.” He knew you liked his natural scent more than of those artificial flavors people envelope their body in.

But he wasn’t prepared for what you said to him next.

“Were you with a woman?”

Hoseok’s head snapped up, his eyes looking directly into yours. You were expressionless. Not upset, not sad, not anything. Your face was completely blank. If he had to name one thing he didn’t personally care for about you (which was difficult because he literally loved everything about you), it would have to be this face that he could never read or decipher. It made understanding you quite difficult; especially when he first brought you home.

“A woman?” he questioned with a frown. “Y/N, you know I work with other women at my job. Maybe one of them brushed up against me while they were walking by or something like that.”

That was a lie. He was with a woman at work. Well, not in that type of context. While assisting an associate with a bug on her computer, she was leaning pretty close against him, having her chest a little too close to his shoulders. Once he was able to fix the problem, she showed her gratitude by running her hand along his bicep with a flirtatious smirk. He felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly took his leave before anything escalated. He didn’t think much of the encounter since he didn’t feel much from it—just discomfort.

You didn’t have anything to worry about, since he only saw you, but he felt the need to ease your suspicion, so he wrapped his arms around you more and place his face in the crook of your neck.

“Besides, I don’t have the time or the urge for anyone else. It’s only you. It’ll always be you.” Now it was Hoseok’s turn to run his nose along your neck, letting it run along your jawline, knowing it always made you feel good.

There was only you, and there would always only be you. Only you-

“I don’t believe you.”

Hoseok’s entire body froze and the hold on your waist loosen. He removed his face from your neck only to see your catlike eyes glaring at him once again before removing yourself from his hold and walking out of the room.

Hoseok sat on the couch for a moment, dumbfounded by your comment, until he heard the slam of a door making him jump up and shuffle towards your bedroom door. As soon as he was in front of your door he gave a slight knock, requesting your permission to enter.


He knocked a second time.

No one answers.

He gives a third knock and, with another no answer, he knows you were going to be ignoring him for a while. You only did that when you weren’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring him meant you weren’t angry, but far from happy as well. He let out a defeated sigh before reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Hoseok could easily walk into your room and make you give him your attention, but he knew that would just be invading your privacy. You never locked your door. You didn’t, because you never had a reason to. He respected you. You were of value. His equal. So, if you wanted time to yourself, he would grant that to you. You didn’t have to lock the door to get away from him because he would already know what mood you’re in to know what you want. And, if that so happens to be away from him, then he would make himself give you some time until you’re ready.

So, Hoseok releases his grip from your doorknob and slowly walks away from your bedroom door, settling back on the couch to finish his work; hoping you would feel generous enough to see him before he has to go to bed.

Sometimes you wished Hoseok would just storm into your room, and make you listen to him. He had every right to ask for an explanation from you. And you knew there was no reason for you to be upset. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He comes home smelling of other people most of the time since he works at an office with like 15 other people. It was understandable that one of them (even if it was a woman) might bump against him or get close to him.

It’s just…why did it have to be a woman? Why did it have to be someone with such a strong smell? Why did she have to get so close that you could smell her all over his body?


Hoseok was too nice for his own good. He always saw the good in people and didn’t really like confrontation. That’s why whenever you both did so happen to get into an argument, he would always give you time to calm down whenever you stormed out. Afterwards, you would come out of your room and he would be waiting for you, ready to cuddle with you and run his hands along your tail. The issue is never really solved and it doesn’t get brought up again. It’s not the best way to resolve a problem, of course, but it worked for the both of you.

Well, except this time.

You didn’t feel like going back into the room and ignoring the issue just so he could pet you and rub his hands along your body. Though that did sound nice, you wanted to let him know that this isn’t going to be solved with just a few gentle strokes. Hoseok needed to know that…

Hell. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to know, honestly. You weren’t particular upset about the way he smelled. You just. . .just wanted him to-

Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?

You waited about two hours before deciding it was time to leave your room. You tip toed to your door and leaned your ear against it, wondering if Hoseok was still around.

You didn’t hear anything, so you quietly opened the door and peeked your head out. Looking both ways and seeing that the close was clear, you quietly walked towards the living room. The television was off and the room was dark. Good. You weren’t really in the mood to talk to him right now. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing if there was anything to snacks on before going back to your room. You settled some more fruit—blackberries, blueberries, and more strawberries—grabbing a bowl and pour them in together. You plucked a blackberry out the bowl and started putting the containers back in the fridge.

Once you were done, all the food back in its place and about to grab the bowl to head to your room, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and hoisting you into the air. You let out a weak yelp and tried to get out of the hold, but stopped once you heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve finally got you.” the voice chuckled against your ear before placing a light peck behind the lobe. You immediately stopped moving and allowed yourself to be carried bridal style in Hoseok’s arms as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and wrapping his warm arms around your waist so you won’t try to run away.

(Even though you didn’t plan on leaving.)

You just sigh in frustration and cross your arms over your chest, looking anywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Hoseok hums, kissing behind your ear again. “Hey, come one. Look at me, Y/N. Please?”

You didn’t respond. Just kept your attention on the blank television screen. Your tail swayed side to side, agitated.

Hoseok sighs. “Y/N, come one,” he buries his face into your neck. “I…I’m sorry. I took a shower for you. Do I still smell like them?”

At that moment, you felt like complete shit. Hoseok apologized, and he had no right to. It really, really wasn’t his fault, yet you made him feel as if it was. I really don’t deserve him.

Your ears began to flatten at the thought. Slowly, you turned your body around to straddle him, and buried your face into his neck. You took a deep, deep breath of his scent, and, the smell flowed through your nose. His smell. The smell of citrus and honey, but also the distinct smell of a man. You know, that musky smell. You couldn’t get enough of it. It was so addicting. Hoseok, he was so addicting. You could stay cooped up in his arms forever.

But, as you basked in the scent that is Hoseok, you could still, very faintly, smell the fruit scent of some woman.

“Do I smell any better?” Hoseok broke the silence making you snap out of your thoughts. You took another whiff before nodding your head. That made him sigh in relief, pulling you more into his arms. He could place his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head to meet his so he can place his forehead on yours. “Good. Do you love me again?”

That made you frown. Love again? What was he talking about? You’ll always love him. What kind of question is that? Why would he even think about you not loving him? That’s ridiculous. It should be a crime to ask such a question like that. Your ears straightened up and your tail began to move around again. You pressed the palms of your hands on his cheeks as well and lightly pressed your lips on his. When you pulled back, you could see the soft smile and happiness that shone in his eyes.

“I never stopped, Hobi.”

Hoseok let out another sigh before burying his face in your neck, tightening his arms around your waist again. “That’s good. I’m glad,” he peppered light kisses along your neck and jawline. “So, glad.”

You began running your hands through his hair, burying your nose in the strands. He washed it, and it smelled like the rose shampoo you really liked. Your stopped moving your tail and laid it over his knee. You both stayed like that for a little while, simply basking in each other’s scent. Hoseok would continue to nudge your neck with his nose and leave random pecks throughout the skin, while you buried your nose further into his hair and occasionally rubbing your cheek and forehead against him. There was no sounds this time. No papers rustling around; just the sound of you and Hoseok breathing and the deep breaths you both took. It was perfect. He was perfect. You both were perfect together.

You both finally broke apart once Hoseok yawned against your (his) t-shirt, causing you to move back to look at him. His eyes were drooping and he looked exhausted, yet he still managed to keep that lovely smile on his face just for you.

“You should go to bed, Hobi.” You said as you began removing yourself from his lap, but Hoseok gripped your waist to make you stay in place.

“No, not yet. Stay with me,” he leaned his back against the couch, keeping eye contact with you. “Right here.” He gently lifts you and lays you across his lap, grabbing the bowl of fruit afterwards. He picks up a blackberry and holds it up against your mouth. You let the blackberry hit your lips a bit before opening your mouth and eating the fruit from Hoseok’s hand. He smiles and continues to place more fruit in front of your mouth for you to eat.

“Hobi, you have to go to sleep. You have work in the morning and I don’t want you to be late or tired when you get up.” You say even though you’re still eating the fruit he holds in front of you.

“It’s fine. I want to spend more time with you before I go to sleep.” He response and licks some of the juice on his thumb before grabbing a strawberry from the bowl.

You pout. “But you’ll be tired in the morning.”

Hoseok chuckles. “But I want to be with you a little more.”

You feel your heart speed up and your tail start to find its rhythm again. “But you could be late for work and Namjoon will be mad at you!”

“But I love you.”

And that’s it. Those three words cause you to forget how speak and simply eat the strawberry from his fingers with your face the color of the fruit. He won this round, I guess.

But, honestly, he somehow wins every round.

(You both eventually fall asleep on the couch, with you lying on the couch and Hoseok on top of you, resting his head on your chest and holding your intertwined fingers against his lips.

Hoseok’s alarm goes off at 7am, but neither of you hear it since its charging in his bedroom, causing you both to wake up at 8am—thirty minutes before he has to be at the office. You try to get him to hurry, but he refuses, saying something about, “I don’t feel good!” and “You have to take care of me today!”

You try to make him leave, but he gives that really annoying (annoyingly cute) puppy dog face causing you to give in and let Hoseok call Namjoon about not being able to make it into work today.

From the other line, you could practically hear Namjoon rolling his eyes as he tells Hoseok to ‘get better’ before hanging up the phone.)  

 …The End?

(Part 2? Possible series? Let me know what you guys think with likes/comments please! ^^

See ya around!)



Drama Kisses ( Aren’t Real ) // Mark Lee

1st Post from Admin Forest ♡ 

Originally posted by tybeoji

“It’s totally fate!” Your over excited best friend exclaimed for the 5th time.

 You rolled your eyes as you retrieved your books from your locker, then shut the door with a slam and looked at her; “I’ve already told you, it’s just a stage kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.” You explained, but she didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Yea, you say that, but I know in your heart that you WANT it to mean something.” She pressed on, giving you a wink.

You ignored the pink hue that had tinted your cheeks. and started trudging to the next class you had.Just like always, your friend was right.

Drama, and acting were your passion. You loved to take on different roles, each more exciting or thrilling than the last.

And coincidentally, so did your not-so-little crush, Mark Lee.

He wasn’t the most popular guy in school, no he was that guy’s best friend. Popular nonetheless, just not as much.

He had a very calming aura that could make even the tensest person relax, and it drew people to him, including you.

You both had been in the same drama class since freshman year, and had been in a fair amount of plays, and musicals together.

However, in those shows, there had never been a time where you both had the two leading male and female roles.

This time it was different. Your school was putting on a production of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

It was one of your all time favorites, and you just knew that you wanted to be Juliet.

You had put your heart, and soul into the audition, impressing your teacher, and causing fury, and jealously to bubble in the stomachs of the other girls auditioning.

After your performance, you stepped down from the stage, and went back to the dressing rooms to collect your bag and some books. When you stepped out, a voice startled you.

“You were amazing up there, I could feel your passion.” Mark said, leaning against the wall, with his hands lazily shoved in the pockets of his worn out ripped jeans.

He offered you a shy smiled, which you returned. “Thanks, I just hope it was good enough to land me the part.” You replied, a light blush grazing your cheeks as Mark began to walk with you, making your heart pound.

“If you don’t get it, I’ll smack the teacher myself. You really deserve it.” He grinned playfully.

A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you looked down bashfully at the floor. “Thank you, again. It really means a lot to me.” You said quietly.

Mark stopped outside of the boys dressing room. “No problem, and who knows, maybe I’ll be your Romeo.” He said slyly, before entering the room, letting the door shut behind him.

If you had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to the deep tomato color you were at that moment.

As fate works in wonderful ways, you did end up receiving the role of Juliet. And seeing as how the universe likes to mess with people’s lives, Mark had been given the part of Romeo.

All the girls had given you dirty looks the moment the cast list was posted, but you brushed them off.

With your best friend by your side, you nervously scanned the list for your name.

Y/N L/N – Juliet

Your friend squealed, and crushed you in a hug. You were beyond happy of course, but something threw you off. It was the name below yours.

Mark Lee – Romeo

All of a sudden, Mark was beside you, running his eyes down the list with his posse behind him.

Once he saw his name, he grinned widely and turned to his friends.

“I got the part!” He yelled, excitement twinkling is his eyes. His best friend, Donghyuck, fist bumped him and looked at the list himself while the rest of their group congratulated him.

“Oh lookie here! Mark gets to lock lips with Y/N!” He smirked at you, and Mark shoved him.

“Shut up man, leave her alone.” He said quietly as he dragged the younger boy to the door, flashing you an apologetic smile before exiting the room with the others following.

Your best friend nudged your ribs. “Funny how the world works huh? C'mon, let’s go celebrate.” She said, and you allowed her to pull you to the exit.

When the day of the play finally arrived, you were more nervous than you ever had been for a show.

Rehearsals were more calm, but this time, it was for real.

Meaning, you and Mark would actually kiss.

During practice, your lips never touched, just hovered because the director said it was “bad luck”.

Your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t stop your hands from tugging at the collar of the dress you had on.

The theater was already packed full when you peeked from backstage.

You could see your parents, friends, and even your grandparents. A hand grabbing your shoulder snapped you back into reality and you came face to face with the devil himself.

Mark’s face held a steady grin. “Are you ready?” He asked giddily, bouncing on his heels.

All the saliva dried from your tongue, so you found yourself nodding instead of speaking.

“Well, break a leg out there! You’re gonna do great!"His encouraging words made your confidence boost up a bit and you let out the breath you didn’t notice you were holding.

"Thanks, you too.” Was your response.

The lights went down and the blinding spot lights flashed. Taking a deep breath, you gathered as much courage as you could, then walked out.


Soon the play was nearing an end, and the time for the kiss scene was close.

The heart beat in your chest was beating erratically while you desperately tried to hype yourself up in your head.

The feelings of nervousness and excitement were swirling around in the pit of your stomach, making you dizzy.

Mark stepped towards you, and gently cupped your cheeks, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass, the familiar motion bringing back memories from previous rehearsals.

Almost like he could sense the anxious vibes radiating off your body, Mark flashed a quick smile, before leaning towards you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, and you prayed that you weren’t squeezing them in a death grip.

After what felt like years but was only seconds, your lips finally came in contact with Mark’s.

They were plush, soft, and tasted faintly of his vanilla chapstick.

You willed all those shaky feelings from your mind, and really put all your passion into the kiss.

Mark felt like he was floating, not knowing you felt the same.

He almost forgot that you both were just acting, and slowly pulled away, savoring every last second.

As the scene came to an end, and loud applause erupted from the audience, he knew he wouldn’t forget the taste of your strawberry lip gloss.

Backstage was less hectic and busy than before the show, but all the actors and actresses were buzzing in happiness. “Good job all of you! That was spectacular!” The director said, causing the cast to cheer for all their hardwork.

Mark was looking around until he finally spotted you, changed into your casual clothes while talking to your best friend.

He walked over in a rush, just as your friend had gone. “Uh…h-hey.” He stuttered out, mentally slapping himself.

Lucky for him, you smiled and sat up straighter. “Hi.”

Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, he struggled to find his words. “That kiss was…really something. I could feel the emotion.” He complimented, watching as your cheeks flushed.

“Well, that means I’m a good actress right?” You asked playfully.

“Of course! You’re one of the best actresses I’ve ever seen!” Mark said, not realizing what he said until he said it.

His words made your heart flutter and soar even higher in the cloud you felt you were on. Your lips still tingled from the kiss.

“Funny how something that looks real, means nothing.” You let out, looking away.

Mark frowned a bit.

“It meant something to me…” he mumbled shyly.

Your eyes were saucers when you heard him. “Really?!”

He only nodded, clearly embarrassed. “Yea, I mean I’ve only had a crush on you since 9th grade, so…” he explained with a shrug.

Pink dusted over his face and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Well then, why don’t we hang out sometimes. Maybe we can practice some lines together?” You suggested, a bright grin glued onto your face.

He met your eyes and nodded eagerly. “Y-Yea that sounds great!”

“And to think I was so nervous about a kiss…” you thought to yourself

After all, who said drama kisses mean nothing?

Dear Calvin (Leafy)

Here are a list of demands from your tumblr fandom

  1. Post on snapchat more we need to hear your stupid 5 am rambles. It energizes us.

  2. Facecam? We need new pictures to spam we’re about as dry as California was. We need you to give us a rain storm. (bring back the glasses)

  3. when you get a hair cut please post a picture before it grows out to the homeless man mess that it normally is. Please and thank you.

  4. Add me on overwatch cunt

  5. We wanna know if Dylan doing alright? You haven’t mentioned him in forever. did he ditch you?

  6. Another video of random thoughts would be dope we need more audio to masturbate to <3 (this is a joke, but still random thoughts videos are dope)

  7. and lastly go the fuck to sleep and do that stream you’ve been promising

sincerely PaPa and the rest of your dead and tired fandom <3

Dark Amber Eyes (Jordan Fisher x Reader)

Word Count: 4705 (FUCK YEAH) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested, I just got the idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Tis College AU. Warnings: Cussing should be it. (:

A/N-  A special thanks to @hamilton-noodles for proofreading, remember I owe ya one. 

Okay, I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted any writing but hopefully this will bring me back into the swing of things. Also Jordan in glasses. You know it’s my weakness. I had to. Enjoy (:

Tagging- @lionhearte-d


Like most nights, tonight, sleep was… elusive. You let a short sigh slip from your lips before reaching over and turning on the lamp, shoving your glasses onto your face. You sighed again and slid out of bed, the cuffs of your over-sized pajama pants dragging on the carpet behind you as you shuffled to the door. With a sniffle, you grabbed your favorite mug from the cupboard and wandered out the door.

You turned on the faucet and tucked your mug under the flow until it was sufficiently filled. After sauntering over to the microwave, you reached for the handle, but your hand bumped into another. “Oh.” You spoke quietly, looking up at the young man next to you. This was a community kitchen for your floor but it wasn’t often you found someone here at three AM. He smiled politely, “You can- I’m not-” You told each other simultaneously before you both fell into nervous laughter. Your laughter soon turned into a fit of coughs. “Are you okay?” He asked, bumping the frame of his glasses to push them back up his nose. “Yeah-” You coughed again, “I’m just a little-” Cough. “Sick.” Cough. “I was going to make some tea.” You glanced down at the mug in your hands. “Hot cocoa.” He replied, gesturing to his own mug. You nodded as a few moments of awkward stillness passed by, the endless thrumming emanating from the lights above you becoming increasingly more annoying.

“Do you wanna…” You nodded toward the microwave. “Oh.” He nodded. “Sure, thanks.” He pulled open the microwave door and set his mug inside, setting the timer for two minutes. The microwave hummed next to you, the only thing keeping you from another bout of awkward silence.You met eyes through both your sets of glasses and let them stay there for a few moments before the microwave’s beeps snapped you both out or your unheeded staring contest. A tiny smile pulled at his lips as he opened the door to the microwave and took out the now heated milk that was inside. You placed your own mug in his mug’s former place as he set his on the counter, pulling out a small white packet from the pocket of his sweater. You watched while he tore off the top and poured the chocolate powder into his cup, taking a spoon to stir it in. The scent of the warm chocolate drink wafted to your nose and after you’d sneezed, you could smell it. He snickered lightly before lifting the mug and bringing it to his lips. “What?” You asked, your brow furrowing with confusion. “What what?” He responded curiously, raising his eyebrows. “You laughed.” You pointed out. “Why did you laugh?” He shrugged, “Nothing.” You narrowed your eyes at him, scanning his face. As if weakened by your gaze, he finally spoke up, “It’s just… your sneeze is cute.” He shrugged again. You sniffled as the microwave beeped and you pulled out the water, dropping the tea bag into it. “Thanks?” You mumbled questioningly. “Well goodnight.” He smiled. “Good… night….” You answered hesitantly.


“You sick again?” He asked as you entered the room with a cough. You nodded sullenly. “It’s only been a week since the last one.” He chuckled. “I know.” You moaned, getting to the microwave and pulling open the door. “So what’s your excuse stranger?” You sniffled. “What d’you mean?” He asked as he finished stirring his hot chocolate. “I mean,” You started, letting your eyes drift over his face. “It’s three in the morning, and I’ve now seen you here twice at around this time.” You explained. He sighed, taking a sip of the cocoa that was wrapped in his hands. He had nice hands, the way his fingers curled around the mug and laced together, the way he held said mug close to his chest, as though it was somehow passing on it’s heat to reach his heart. As if his heart needed more warmth.

“I guess,” You let your eyes snap back up to his face as he began speaking. “I just can’t sleep often. The hot chocolate reminds me of home.” He answered, a minuscule smile brushing his features as he stared sentimentally into the cup. You suppressed a fit of laughter, which soon turned into another slew of coughs. He frowned at you before speaking up, “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing.” You giggled. He raised his eyebrow, “It’s just really cute of you is all.” You caved. He rolled his eyes but you could see the amusement sneaking onto his features, whether he wanted you to see it or not. The microwave beeped and you pulled out the water, dropping the teabag in and beginning to walk away with it. “Goodnight!” The stranger called from behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him with a smile. And the world seemed to freeze for a moment, he was breathtaking. Draped in gray sweatpants and an over-sized cardigan, standing behind you with a mug of hot chocolate nestled in his grip, glasses slipping slowly down his nose. There was something about him that made your breath catch. Something that almost made it worth it to be sick that day. Something that just begged you to ask for a name, a number, anything. “Goodnight.” You almost whispered.


You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us. Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me. ‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need. I’m so in love…” You stopped dead in your tracks as the voice finally carried to your ears. You hesitantly stepped closer to the door the singing came from, pressing your ear to the wood. “You look so beautiful in this light, your silhouette over me. The way it brings out the blue in your eyes is the Tenerife Sea. And all of the voices surrounding us here, they just fade out when you take a breath…” You carefully pushed on the door, slipping through the small opening you’d created for yourself. The stranger stood there singing as the microwave whirred behind him, undoubtedly heating up some milk to make hot chocolate. You decided that if you were going to interrupt at any time, now was that time.

“Have you ever considered singing as a career?” You asked. “Shit!” He cursed, jumping at your sudden presence. You giggled and joined him next to the microwave. “Seriously though, you’re really good. Have you thought about it?” You continued as he pulled his cup out of the microwave. “I mean I guess.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to end up putting everything I have into something to find out that I can’t live off of it or anything.” He went on, meeting your eyes.  “Kid- hold on, I need a name.” You prompted. “Jordan.” He answered. “Jordan. Even if you don’t end up getting anything out of it, if you love it, it’s so worth trying.” You placed your mug inside the microwave and set the timer. “If you don’t even try, someday, you’ll be sitting in an office, humming Tenerife Sea until your coworkers get annoyed enough to yell at you. And you’ll sit there, and you’ll wonder, what would’ve happened if I’d done what Tea Girl said? Do you want that life for yourself, of do you want to follow your passion?” You finished, making sure you had his eye contact as you finished the final line of your lecture. Those deep brown eyes that seemed to hold thousands of unsung melodies, millions of silent lyrics. You were already drowning in those dark amber eyes.

“Wow.” Jordan interrupted your thoughts. “Inspiring.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t be sarcastic with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugged. You pulled your water out of the microwave and dropped the tea bag in. “So yeah. If you love it, go for it.” You punched his arm lightly and began walking off. “Hey wait!” He stopped you. “Yes?” You turned to face him again. “I never got your name.”



“Are you sick again?” Jordan asked, raising his eyebrows as you shuffled into the kitchen. “No.” You sighed. “To be honest, I kind of just wanted to see you again.”

“Oh.” He smiled. He stepped forward and let has arms fall around you, pulling your body close to his chest. “Gah! What are you doing?”

“I’m a hugger. It’s my nature. You can’t stop me.” He told you. You let yourself melt into his embrace, staying there in his arms just for a few seconds. The silence dragged on between you. But this time it didn’t feel awkward, this time it felt… comfortable.


“Y/N?” Jordan’s increasingly familiar voice pulled you out of your sleep as he carefully shook your shoulder. “I gotta study.” You muttered, lifting your head from  the textbook that sat on the table in front of you. “Why are you studying here?” He asked, rubbing your back, his palm created a small circle of comfort just between your shoulder blades. “I wanted to see you.” You answered, too tired to place any type of filter on your words. “C’mon. You gotta go to sleep.” He ordered, tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. “I did.” You stated childishly. “No in your bed.” He chuckled, tugging again. “No.” You shook your head. “I have to finish.” You pressed. “You have to sleep.” You stayed put, burying your nose in your textbook again. “Look, I’m sure you’ll ace this test, but only if you sleep” He persisted. “You’re one to talk about sleep.” You grumbled. “What do you mean?” He asked, sounding mildly offended. “Jordan, I consistently find you here at three AM.” You told him, your voice still slightly sluggish from sleep.”Only on Wednesdays.” He shrugged. “You only come here to make hot cocoa on Wednesdays?” You raised your eyebrows as he succeeded in bringing you to your feet. “Well I used to go just, whenever,” He closed your textbook and fixed his glasses by budging the frame lightly with the side of his hand. “But then I started making sure I came on Wednesdays since four or five weeks ago.”


“Because that’s when you come.” You smiled, “C’mon. You have to go to bed.” He spoke before you could respond. He tucked the textbook under his arm and dragged you out of the kitchen. “Ugh. I just realized. My roommate’s boyfriend is over.” You remembered. “Save me from this hellish existence.”

“Why?” He asked, walking down the hall with you. “They’re loud.” You answered. “Oh. You can crash at my place?” He offered. You turned to him with raised eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s just down the hall.” He shrugged. “My roommate’s at his girlfriend’s place, so it’d just be us.”

“For all I know, you could be a serial killer.” You narrowed your eyes. Letting him begin to lead you down the opposite direction of the hall. “I’m not.” He shrugged again. “How convincing.” You drawled sarcastically. He chuckled- god, how adorable was that low little laugh? “Wouldn’t I have already killed you?” He reasoned. “Maybe you’re waiting. And for all you know, I could be a serial killer.”

“You’re too cute for that.” He shook his head. “Maybe it’s just a facade.” You pressed, glad you were behind him so he couldn’t catch your tinged cheeks. “How about we just both agree not to kill each other?” He proposed. “So if I don’t kill you, you won’t kill me?” You clarified. “Exactly.” He confirmed, unlocking the door to his dorm and pushing it open. “Sounds like a good plan.” You lifted your shoulders, following him in.


“How’d you do on your test?” Jordan asked as soon as you walked in. “Actually did pretty good.” You told him. “Thanks again for letting me crash.”

“Anytime.” He smiled another silence sat in the room, giving you a chance to look at the singer again. Your gaze fell on his eyes once more. Those eyes that you couldn’t seem to stop staring into. Those eyes that that seemed to strike a kind of heat into your heart, that just begged you to be closer. 


You strolled into the kitchen, an over-sized batman shirt donning your torso with tight shorts almost hidden beneath.

“Hi.” Jordan spoke quietly, still waiting for his hot chocolate to finish it’s run in the microwave. “Hello.” You responded, your voice’s volume matching his. You two both waited in silence.

Jordan couldn’t quit staring. No matter how hard he tried to stare at the wall in front of him, his eyes kept drifting over to you, his gaze would continue to find it’s was back to you. The way you set your hands on the counter, your fingers drumming quietly- gorgeous. The way you let your own stare wander throughout the room- breathtaking. The way you’d sniffle lightly and fix your glasses- adorable. The way you’d brush your hair behind your ear every time a strand fell in front of your face- beautiful. The microwave’s sharp beep caused Jordan’s breath to catch. Tearing his gaze away from you, he pulled the mug out of the microwave, setting it carefully on the counter. God. You were stunning.


“Sora!” Jordan’s voice filled your ears before you could even make it to the kitchen. Much to your surprise, a small pug came barreling between your feet, nearly knocking you to the ground. Jordan turned the corner in front of you, likely chasing after the dog. “Hi.” He panted, jogging past you. “Do you need any help?” You called after him. “I’m fine.” He responded. “Okay.” You giggled. You shook your head and stepped into the kitchen. After getting water, you set your mug inside the microwave and turned it on.

Just as you were putting the tea bag in the water, Jordan joined you in the kitchen, the pug you’d seen earlier nestled in his arms. “This is my dog.” Jordan stated. “He slipped out when I was leaving to get my hot chocolate.” He explained. “His name’s Sora.” He told you, staring lovingly at the dog. “He’s cute.” You commented, stepping forward and petting the pug.  “How come I didn’t see him when I slept at your place?” You wondered. “He was staying at my mom’s at that point.” He expounded. You gave him a half smile, moving your eyes from Sora to Jordan. He smiled back and you stood there together for a few seconds. Those fucking eyes. “You’re pretty cool Y/N.” He said quietly. You beamed at him, “You’re pretty cool too Jordan.”


You dropped the tea bag into the hot water, watching as the red color created clouds inside the mug. “How was your day?” Jordan’s voice interrupted your blank stare into the mug and you turned to face him. “It was okay. How was yours?” You answered. “That’s not an acceptable answer.” He protested. “How come?” You asked, furrowing your brow. “You have to tell me about your day. ‘Okay’ isn’t enough.” He explained. “Okay fine. I woke up, I went to classes, I did homework, I took a nap, and now we’re here.” You told him. He thought for a second before shaking his head. “I need more detail.” He told you. “Well you’re not getting it.” You said defiantly. “How was your day.” You demanded more than asked, picking up your tea from the counter. “It was okay.” He imitated as you leaned against the counter, sipping your tea. You rolled your eyes as he reached over and hugged you from the side, his arm curling around your waist. You stiffened slightly before letting yourself dissolve into his side.


“I’m sick again.” You groaned. Jordan didn’t skip a beat to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him. You would’ve been completely happy staying there in his arms for a while. Just the two of you in the room, complete silence besides the mechanical hum of the lights above you. Bliss. But alas, there was a small issue of being ‘contagious’. “No, you’ll get yourself sick.” You protested, pushing on his chest gently. “I won’t. You need healing.” He replied, pulling you back into his arms. You allowed yourself to relax in his arms. “And your hug is going to heal me?” You retorted sarcastically. “It always works.” He responded nestling his nose in your hair and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.


“You got me sick.”

“It’s your own fault.”


“How goes it?” Jordan asked just as the door opened, before you could even walk in. You sniffled and made a beeline for him. You collapsed into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, choking back your tears. “Don’t be.” He responded. You felt his familiar embrace fall around you. “Bad day?” He whispered, his low voice comforting you like honey tea to a sore throat. “Yeah.” You answered quietly. “What happened?” He asked you, beginning to sway slightly as he stroked your hair absently. “I-” You dropped of early, shaking your head as the tears finally came. “Here.” He gently pushed you out of his arms, taking his mug from the counter and handing it to you. “Sit down.” He spoke under his breath, pulling out a chair for you. You did as you were told, plopping down in the chair and running a hand through your hair. He took the chair next to yours, turning it to face yours. You took a sip of the cocoa he’d made, its heat relaxing you.

“I’ve been studying to become a journalist.” You started. “A journalist?” He asked, “A journalist.” You nodded. “I… I was an intern- I’ve been working for this my whole life.” You shook your head. “I was an intern and I thought I was doing good. I thought I was in a really great rhythm.” More tears spilled out, he reached over and took your hand his. His skin was smooth against yours, warm and reassuring. “But my boss. He just sat me down and told me I wasn’t good enough.” You met eyes with Jordan, his concerned stare was replaced with a new, disbelieving expression. “I mean, those weren’t his exact words but it’s the gist of what he told me. And, I know it shouldn’t mean anything to me, I know… or, I thought I was a good writer.” You downed another taste of cocoa. “I just- I’ve wasted away so many years of my life on this and maybe I’m really not good enough? What am I going to do? What about all the time I threw away on it?”

“Don’t listen to him. If you aren’t good enough, get better. He has no right to trick you into thinking you’ve done something good and then tell you it wasn’t good enough. And don’t let him tear apart your career. If you’ve been working toward it your whole life, then you’re probably pretty damn good at it. If you love it, then you should keep at it. If you don’t keep going, someday, you’ll be sitting in an office, scribbling down notes helter-skelter. And you’ll sit there, and you’ll wonder, what would’ve happened if I’d done what Hot Cocoa Boy said? Do you want to let this guy ruin you, or do you want to follow your passion?” He spoke in this voice. You didn’t know how to describe it. It was stern, but it was comforting. It was like a storm of warm raindrops that you’d want to spend the entire day dancing in. You thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. He was right. “Thanks.” You breathed. “I needed that.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Whenever you need it, I’m here, ‘kay?”

“Ditto brotha’.” You giggled in response. He stared at that smile and how your eyes crinkled, that adorable way you’d lean forward just a little bit when you laughed. And how easily that smile spread to his own face. “Hey Y/N?” He asked, the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost without his consent. He didn’t even know what he’d wanted to say. “Yes?” You prompted. Was it to tell you how beautiful he thought you were? “Nothing.” He murmured.


“Jordan always wins.” He pouted, furrowing his brow and crossing his arms across his chest childishly. You broke out laughing, “Well this time you lost.”

“But I always win!” He complained, his jaw dropping. “This time I won.” You shrugged. “Alright.” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to get you next time.” Before you knew it he was out of his chair and had his arms wrapped around you, dragging you up from the chair and lifting you onto his shoulder. “J!” You squealed. “What’re you doing?”

“We’re getting another game.” He laughed. “The one you brought was obviously meddled with in your favor. I win games, that’s what I do.” He began walking down the hall to his dorm, you still laying limp over his shoulder. “You just can’t take a loss.” You voiced. “I don’t have losses to take.”


“Best kids movie ever. Go.” You challenged, drinking your tea slowly. “Hmm…” Jordan hummed, bringing his own mug to his lips. “I have to say… Emperor’s New Groove.” He answered decisively. “Oh my god I love that one!” You said excitedly. “We should watch it together sometime.” He smiled. “Now.” You nodded. “Now?” He raised his eyebrows. “Now. We’ll use my parent’s Netflix account and we’ll annoy the shit out of my bitch roommate. What d’ya say Fisher?”

“Let’s do it.” He grinned.


“You were a gymnast?!” You asked in disbelief. “I was.” Jordan laughed. “A gymnast?” You asked again, he nodded. “No way.” You shook your head. “Yes way.” He nodded again. “I can’t believe it. Jordan Fisher. The gymnast.” You imagined. “Since I was two.”

“Wow.” You breathed. “But enough about me. What about you? What don’t I know?”

“You know everything.” You shrugged. “I have no secrets.”

“C’mon there’s gotta be something you haven’t told me. Tattoos?”




“How about any scars?”

“Oh! I have one on my left knee from when I was little and became both Jack and Jill. I fell down a hill.” You finally answered. “Well there’s something.” He smiled. “There’s something.” You mirrored, rolling your eyes affectionately.


“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Jordan begged, still trying to get you to go to a party with him and his friends. “I don’t do… people.” You crinkled your nose, though I wouldn’t mind doing you. you added internally. “And we never see each other outside of three AM on Wednesday mornings. It would just be weird.”

“You’ve known me for,” He paused, stopping to count for a few seconds. “Sixteen weeks now. It wouldn’t be completely insane to come meet some of my other friends.” You looked at him warily.

“Fine.” You sighed.


“Okay. I’ll admit. It was mildly entertaining.” You confessed, walking into the kitchen with him. After partying with him and his friends, you hadn’t returned to your dorm room until three AM, which was your usual time to meet Jordan anyway. “Ha! I’ve broken you.” He teased. “Oh hush, I said mildly.” He held up his hands in surrender, “Alright. But your saying you’ll go next time?”

“I’ll go next time.” You nodded, taking his hand to pull his arm around your shoulders and leaning into him.


“Oh my god, your fucking dog snores so much.” You groaned, pulling the pillow up around your ears. “It’s never bothered me before.” Jordan responded. You rolled over in your place on his couch. “He’s louder than my roommate.”

“Then sleep in your own place!”

“Her boyfriend’s louder than Sora.” You answered. Jordan groaned at your antics as you giggled. “Go to sleep.” He laughed.


“You’ve never watched Friends?” Jordan asked in disbelief. “Not one episode.” You shrugged. “Not even one episode? What was your life?” He continued over dramatically. “I don’t know.” You shrugged. “We have to watch it now!” He concluded urgently. “I have a test tomorrow.” You laughed.

Oh fuck. That laugh. He couldn’t get over your smile. He couldn’t get over your laugh. Every time you laughed it felt like he was floating. The force of your smile was like basking in the sun. He had to tell you. He had to tell you how beautiful you were. He had to tell you about how often you consumed his thoughts, how often he’d zoned out in class since he’d met you, your eyes, your smile, your heart. He had to tell you.

“I…” He started. But how. It wasn’t so easy when he was standing there right in front of you, watching you sip your tea. It wasn’t so easy when he could so clearly imagine you rejecting him. It wasn’t so easy when he could create such a detailed picture in his mind, he’d finish his sentence and you’d smile understandingly. You always understood, he loved that about you. Then you’d tell him you didn’t feel the same. The next Wednesday he’d show up in this very kitchen and he’d wait for you, but you would never show up. He couldn’t bear the thought of ruining what he had with you for that stupid flutter in his heart.

“Yes?” You pushed him to finish speaking. “I forgot what I was going to say.” He muttered, shaking his head and waving dismissively.


You shuffled into the kitchen only to find it completely empty. “Jordan?” You asked quietly, your voice echoing through the small room. “J?” You asked again. You let a short sigh slip from your lips and began making your tea. It felt eerily silent without him there and you were left to wonder where he was. Maybe he was finally getting some sleep.


Still… missing.


Not even hot chocolate residue on the counter.


Was he dead?


Maybe he just hated you.


“What the fuck?” You shouted. Jordan almost jumped out of his skin. “I looked everywhere for you! I thought you were dead! It’s been fucking weeks Jordan! Weeks! Where were you?” He opened his mouth to respond. “I went to your room too! I knocked and no one answered. You better have a damn good excuse.” You added before you he could speak. He stayed silent for a few seconds, making sure you were done talking.

“I was… scared.” He finally said. You raised your eyebrows. “I was terrified of- I didn’t know- I wanted to-” He struggled for words. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react and I didn’t know how to tell you, and I turned into a complete douchebag because of it.” He explained, his eyes drifting closed as if weighed down by his strife. “Yeah, you were an idiot.” You added, “I was.” He admitted. “The point is. Y/N, I like you. I really, really, really like you. I might even love you. I don’t know.  And I totally get it if you don’t feel the same, I just… I had to tell you and I’m sorry I avoided you because I was having an internal crisis.” You shut your eyes tightly, trying to process the information he’d just disclosed. “Like… like like?” You swallowed. “Yes.” He answered confidently.

“I’m mad at you right now. But I really… I really like you too. “ His eyes snapped open, meeting yours in an instant. “What?” He croaked stupidly. “I hate you but I really like you, you idiot.” You restated. You massaged your temples for a few seconds before opening your mouth again, “Can I kiss you?” He blurted before you could say anything. “Later. I’m mad at you now.” You stated. You began to walk away but quickly turned back around, pressing your lips roughly to his. Before he could even react, you had pulled away. “Okay, now I’m storming off.” And you did.

Things I like about this episode

-Walking Dead/JDMorgan reference
-Sam is able to distinguish which pieces of monster are which on Dean
-Sam knows how much underwear Dean packs
-Sam has the BMoL in his phone as Frodo because Mary and Sam are helping him
-How great of a LotR pun that is
-Sam refusing to get in the car until Dean showers
-Cas getting better at faking being an agent
-The Man in Black, well beige
- “Hi my name is Sam, this is my much handsomer brother Dean… you’re cool so peace out”
-Mark Pellegrino
- “hmmm. Kinky.”
-Dean throwing Sam under the bus “it was his idea”
-Dean’s blah blah blah hand motion
-this hot ass Kelvin dude
-it can always get weirder> cut to Lucifer mouth gagged
-“take care of her”
-Sam realizing Dean is actually referring to the car
-Crowley “ew”
-Mark Pellegrino
-“See now you just made it weird”
-Bringing back the glasses on Dean 👌
-“they really bring out your eyes”
-Crowley mimicking Dean
-Winchester Man Pain
-“I’ve rubbed off all over you”
-Crowley giggling
-Dean’s ew/ugh shoulder roll
-Crowley singing
-Crowley not wanting to be hugged
-“He seems nice”
-Mark Pellegrino
-Powerful Crowley speech
-Crowley’s genius
-Dean knowing the difference in Cas’ voice
-Sam owning up
-Dean’s forgiveness
-Dean willing to try anything for his little brother

Things I don’t like about this episode:
-Sam lying to Dean
-Kelvin saying ‘casteel’ and not castiel
-Dean feeling and knowing his entire family, even Sam, is starting to trust BMoL and not acknowledging is fully rational distrust of them


The shooting stars in your black hair
in bright formation
are flocking where,
so straight, so soon?
— Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,
battered and shiny like the moon. 

 - The Shampoo, Elizabeth Bishop

There’s a certain look Shaw gets when she’s tending your wounds. She looks over your injuries the way a master player looks at a chessboard: intent, clinical, expert.

“You’re terrible at taking care of yourself,” she says, dabbing the healing flesh of your shoulder with a prep pad. Blots of dull blood blossom onto the pad—a painting in reverse—and the alcohol stings where it seeps into the wound.

“Lucky I have you then.”

She shoots you her stony look. Then her brow twitches, and she leans in close to you, taking a long, deep sniff.

“Root, you stink. And your hair is filthy.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m serious. When’s the last time you washed yourself?”

“A few days ago. Kind of hard when you can’t lift your arms over your head.” You look meaningfully over at the sling hanging from the doorknob.

Shaw rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Come on, then,” she says, tossing the pad into the wastebasket and grabbing you by the hand. “Let’s get you clean.”

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You all were at the edge of your seats, hearts pounding so hard that it was a collective beating in the background. Blood thrummed so loudly in your ears it was almost impossible to hear the TV audio despite the deafening silence on the other end. Anxiety pooled in your stomach as the tension grew thicker, suspense growing as the announcer began to say the words:


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