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A Cup a Day

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No
Genre: Fluffy Coffee Shop AU
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you all for 2k followers!!!

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Every morning when you made your way to the coffee shop down the street from your house, you told yourself it was just because you loved their coffee. You told yourself that no other coffee would do, and that you were already so used to drinking that specific coffee on your walk to work that you just couldn’t change it.

And on weekends, when you never had work, you still insisted on getting your coffee from the same coffee shop. You told yourself that you only went for the weekend specials.

But as you walked into the coffee shop on this Tuesday morning, smiling as you waited in line, you didn’t give a thought about ordering your drink. “Next,” the familiar voice of the barista said, and you stepped up to the counter.

He looked up, and the face you had grown to look forward to seeing every morning lit up with a grin. “Hello,” he said with a soft voice, and you knew he recognized you. You felt a warm feeling in your chest at the realization. 

“You know my order by now, don’t you?” You replied, your previously sleepy state disappearing when you looked into his shining brown eyes. He let out a small chuckle, looking down at the register to put your order in.

He looked back up at you, telling you your amount, but you already had the money ready. He held his hand out and you set the bills down in his hand, your fingers grazing his. You sucked in a quick breath at the feeling, and you saw him bite his lip.

“Thanks,” he whispered, pressed some buttons on the register, and handed you your receipt. He looked behind you to see no one else in line, so he made your coffee himself. You rubbed your sweaty hands against your pants, your nerves getting the best of you.

You needed to calm down. You didn’t even know him.

But then again, you had seen him every day for the past three months since you had started coming to this coffee shop. He was at the register every day, taking your order and giving you a smile that made your heart beat faster in your chest. You remember yourself fawning over him and his shy demeanor, and watching as he would sometimes make your coffees with fumbling hands.

You remembered the way he nervously looked at you with red cheeks before asking you for your name.

“Here you go,” he had said to you as he handed you your coffee, and you moved to take it with shaking hands. It’d been a month of you coming here every morning, and you still hadn’t gotten used to the attractive boy who made your coffee. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to it, to him.

“Thank you,” you replied softly, taking the coffee from his hands. You stayed mindful, paying close attention to your hand to ensure it wouldn’t touch his accidentally. You began to turn to walk away after giving him one last smile when you heard his voice.

“Wait,” he said, and you thought it was the loudest either of you had been since meeting. You turned back to fully face him, and you bit your lip as you waited for him to continue. The two of you hadn’t said many words to each other besides ‘Good morning’ or ‘Have a nice day’, so to hear him open his mouth again made you nervous. 

“Uh,” he stumbled when he saw you looking at him with wide eyes, and you held back a chuckle at his stricken expression. “Um, what’s your name?”

You gripped the coffee cup tighter in your hands, and you weren’t sure why, but the question made you nervous. Maybe it was just because of the fact that he was asking for you name, which implied he wanted to know who you were. “I’m (Y/N),” you replied, smiling at him. You saw him breathe in quickly, and his eyebrows flicked slightly up his forehead. “What’s yours?”

“Peter,” he said immediately, and he looked down for a second, embarrassed at how quickly he responded.

“Peter,” you repeated, feeling the name in your mouth. And then you smiled wider, looking him in the eye. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Peter.”

He broke out into a grin and laughed lightly, almost sounding relieved at how well the conversation was going. “It’s nice to officially meet you as well, (Y/N).”

Hearing him speak your name for the first time gave you a warm feeling in your chest, and you didn’t mind it all. You clutched your coffee tighter, and you were worried the cup would soon break open.

You nodded once, taking a step backwards. You would be late to work if you didn’t leave soon. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” You said, an inquisitive tone to your voice.

“Yeah,” he said breathily, still smiling at you.

“Here’s your coffee,” Peter said now, handing you your coffee. You were broken out of your memory, taking the coffee from his hand. This felt like an all too familiar scene.

“Thanks, Peter,” you said, focusing on the current boy in front of you instead of the past one. “Have a nice day,” you continued, taking a step backwards, but Peter caught your arm. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, your heart beginning to beat harder in your chest.

“Uh, just,” he stuttered, staring at you intensely. You could see the nervousness on his face, and you wondered what he wanted to do that he was holding himself back from.

“Peter?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

And then he took a deep breath, leaning over the counter quickly and pressing his lips to your cheek. You froze at his close proximity, almost not breathing. He leaned back to his respectful spot and let go of your arm, and you could see his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second.

“Just make sure to check your coffee sleeve,” were the only words he said before he gave you a small smirk and walked back to the register where a new customer had been waiting.

You laughed in disbelief as you took one last look at him, not believing he had just kissed you on the cheek. You turned around and walked out the door, restraining yourself from looking at the coffee sleeve until you were out of the coffee shop’s view.

When you finally looked down at it, you grinned. You knew you were already falling for this boy.

‘I hope you’ll let me get to know you. Here’s my number. xx.’

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Marry Me

Originally posted by gleefinn

Summary: Witch’s spells aren’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: implied smut, maybe language because I can’t help it, otherwise straight fluff

A/N: this is for the lovely @jpadjackles double birthday challenge! I loved all the songs you chose for us, but this one will forever be one of my favorites! Hope you like what I did with it, and thank you for hosting!

A/N/N: Huge enormous thank you to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for listening to me whine, reading everything over and basically being the best damn support system a writer could ask for. Love ya, twin.

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Bus Stop

Summary:  Jack bumps into the same beautiful stranger at the bus stop every day.  Will he gather the courage to speak to him? Inspired by this song by The Hollies.  


Originally posted by coldrainy

He supposed he could take a cab, an Uber, anything else – but the quiet anonymity the bus afforded him was one of the simpler things Jack Zimmermann was thankful for and truly enjoyed. For what reason would an NHL multimillionaire have for taking public transit? No one ever paid him any attention, and he was perfectly fine with that.

He walked the three blocks to the bus stop and stood quietly, sipping his coffee in his Je ♥ Montréal travel mug that he bought the last time he traveled through Trudeau airport. His SUV had only been in the shop four days, but he continued taking the bus whenever he could even after it had been repaired.

It was the preseason and things, although quite busy, were still somewhat relaxed. And during this time, Jack’s routine was the same. He’d walk two blocks, stop at The Roast to fill his travel mug, then walk one more block to the bus stop. He’d ride the 30 minutes to the arena, serenely and without fuss, then get off two blocks before rather than right in front. He’d take a Lyft back to his apartment, or hitch a ride with Tater who would drive by Jack’s place on his way home.

And so it went for a few weeks, until one day he had just taken his seat and as the bus began to pull away he heard a voice call out.

“Wait! Oh, lord! Please wait!”

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Syndicate of Fallen Angels | TAEYONG

Genre: spy/mafia!au | fluff | angst

Member: Taeyong / Reader

Word Count: 12,600+

Warnings: language, graphic violence, imprisonment, mild(?) torture

NOTE: The incredible art accompanying this piece was created by the absolutely wonderful, talented @4chengs, thank you from the bottom of my heart for collaborating with me on this! 

Also, the premise for this fic was heavily inspired by a manga I read years ago, but I can’t for the life of me find it and link it. 

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Moments

Jehan and Montparnasse

·         Jehan and Montparnasse dancing in the kitchen

·         They stare into each other’s eyes

·         Smiles tugging at their lips

·         Sparks fly between them

·         Words cannot describe the raw emotion, the chemistry

 Enjolras and Grantaire

·         Enjolras and Grantaire at a successful rally

·         Their eyes meet across the crowd

·         The adrenalin and exhilaration could carry them up to Heaven

·         But they are already in Paradise when their fingers entwine

 Bousset, Joly and Musichetta

·         Bousset, Joly and Musichetta and lying on the sofa

·         Their limbs are so entwined they scarcely know who’s is who’s

·         Then Musichetta pulls them in tight

·         And their warmth matches their hearts

 Cosette, Marius and Éponine

·         Cosette, Marius and Éponine are lying in the living room reading

·         Each has a mug of coffee clutched to their chest

·         And they all look up and the warmth of the room and the pitter of rain outside the window show them that they will never be on their own

 Valjean and Javert

·         Valjean and Javert stand by the front door, locked in an embrace

·         Though they are both weary, their combined warmth seems to wash away the fatigue

·         They are both as content as they can ever be

 Courfeyrac and Combeferre

·         Courfeyrac and Combeferre smile

·         They share lingering glances across the Musain

·         Their eyes swim with oceans of love

·         ‘Later’, their eyes promise

 Bahorel and Feuilly

·         For Bahorel and Feuilly, it is the quiet nights that matter

·         Lingering touches while cooking

·         Two exhausted bodies breathing as one

·         Loving as one

Periculum [Part 1]

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Pe`ric´u`lum noun. Danger;  risk.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence and gory scenes

Word Count: 6,687

For the third time in the last ten minutes, your mouth fell open of its own accord, an unflattering–almost whale-like–yawn spilling from it. You rubbed a hand over your face, hoping to soothe the sting of tired eyes as your legs stretched beneath the small, round table. The soles of your feet thrummed with a burning ache inside of your white sneakers; the thanks you got for staying late on your twelve-hour shift. The stiff, overly starched material of your bland scrubs was beginning to irritate you, seeming too uncomfortable as it rubbed against your bare skin beneath.

You were exhausted–beyond so, frankly. You’d been exhausted before, many times, in fact. It had never felt like this. This was almost to the point of numbness–just not quite. Which is why, for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why you opted to pop into a small, corner street cafe, instead of just going home after your shift had ended. Maybe you just wanted some place to sit down.

“Um, excuse me?” A small, bashful voice came from beside you and it took all the strength in your body to force your head to loll upwards.

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The Arrangement (Part 13)

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Summary: you head to the only safe place you can think of. A talk with your father gives you the courage to return to work, where Dean finds you immediately. But he’s not expecting your reaction. Charlie and Cas come to the rescue.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: Language, ANGST, general sadness, betrayal…

A/N: Bad to worse, kiddos. Buckle in for some serious angst. Please don’t hate me. I promise I’ll make it up to you…

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Rise and Shine

Title: Rise and Shine

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, SMUT (who could have guessed?), fluff.

A/N: This was written for Gabrielle’s 100 Follower Challenge! Congrats, @bradygabrielle-blog! My Prompt was #13: “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” Enjoy, y’all.

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

“Hey, Y/N, can you grab some snacks for the road?” Sam shouted as he passed by the kitchen, where you were filling a thermos full of fresh coffee. It was five-fucking-thirty in the morning, and Mr. Rise and Shine was already rounding up the cavalry for the next hunt. You just rolled your eyes, not answering him as you continued your very important task.

Dean rubbed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, still dressed in his robe. “Good morning, Dean,” you mumbled as you quickly grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. “You’ll need this. He’s on a roll this morning.” You rolled your eyes as you offered Dean the mug. He gladly accepted, quickly taking a sip.

“Y/N! Make sure you pack some water bottles! Dean’s not going to want to make pit stops!” Sam barked as he lugged another bag towards the library.

You let out a small, humorless laugh. “What the hell are you bringing? I mean, it should be a week long trip!” you yelled after him. “I’m a girl and I’m not packing as much as you!”

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Worth The Risk {Part 10}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 2096

Warnings: self harm tw (non-intentional self injury, lack of self-care), swearing, violence, angst

Originally posted by retro-gang

*again, TRIGGER WARNING - READ ABOVE*

By Monday, everyone had begun to notice your unusual behaviour.
 
It was obvious that you were trying to put up some kind of front around your friends, but nobody was buying it. And although Bucky was sure that Nat had figured out what was going on alongside Steve and Wanda, no one said a word.

You avoided him and the subject like the plague. Feigned illnesses, impromptu assignments, and unexplained disappearances were becoming more and more common and it was only a matter of time until someone brought it up.

That someone was Sam.

Wednesday night he discreetly pulled Steve to the side after dinner, voice low and face solemn. You’d been absent again that evening, claiming to have an upset stomach, and Sam had had enough. Although it had seemed an unspoken rule not to bring up your behaviour, the situation was getting out of hand and he had to at least try asking about what was going on.

Steve’s face softened as his friend spoke and Bucky watched in silence, slowly wandering closer as he used his enhanced senses to listen in on their conversation.

“If you can’t tell me what’s going on, at least let me know if she’s okay.” Sam pushed, eyebrows knit together in worry.

Steve let out an audible sigh. 

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dailymail.co.uk
Louis Tomlinson dons a hoodie as sources say he has reunited with ex
The One Direction star, 25, rocked a casual look as he popped into his record company in West London on Thursday as sources claim that he is now back together with his ex-girlfriend Eleanor Calder.

He recently sent fans into overdrive with rumours that he had reunited with his ex-girlfriend Eleanor Calder two years after the couple split.

But Louis Tomlinson wasn’t giving anything away as he stepped out to visit his record company Sony in West London on Thursday.

The One Direction star, 25, opted for a casual look for the meeting, wearing a black zip-up hoodie over a white t-shirt.

He donned pale blue jeans which were ripped at the knees and spotless white sneakers.

The dad-of-one looked a little sleepy as he clutched a coffee on his way into the office.  

Louis’s casual appearance comes just days after speculation that he had reunited with his fashion blogger ex-girlfriend Eleanor.

The pair, who dated for three years, triggered intense speculation when they followed each other again on Instagram and started liking posts.

Sources claim that the pretty pair are  back together following a secret reunion in Los Angeles.

Adding to the rumour mill, Louis and Eleanor were spotted wearing very similar sweatshirts. 

The couple, who parted ways in March 2015, reportedly rekindled their romance after Eleanor flew out to LA for work.

‘Louis and Eleanor spent a lot of time in Los Angeles together this month,’ a source told The Sun.

‘It’s early days but they are an item again. Eleanor was flown to Los Angeles for a huge Tommy Hilfiger fashion event as she works with the label as a blogger.

'They have a really special three years together and they have found it quite easy to find that spark between them again.’

Louis and Eleanor donned a Vetements hoodie inspired by Jack and Rose from Titanic just weeks apart from one another.

Louis wore his to pick up a coffee on Thursday in Hollywood, while Eleanor posted a sizzling shot of herself wearing a hoodie from the same French brand.

Her sweatshirt appeared to be the same as Louis’s apart from the yellow lettering.

Pouting sultrily at the camera, the brunette beauty - who split with Louis in 2015 - rocked a pair of black thigh-high boots in the snap.

And Louis was clearly impressed with the photo - and their similar taste in fashion sense - as he liked it on Instagram.

Fans claimed that the almost identical garment was a sign of their imminent reconciliation.

'I’m so happy you’re on good terms with Louis,’ one wrote, while another added: 'Louis was wearing the same top recently!’

'It’s obvious that Louis is going to come back with her to end all this s**t, so here we go.’

Others eagerly picked up on the fact that the father-of-one had liked Eleanor’s photo, commenting: 'Louis be stalking lol.’

'Omg Louis liked the post,’ while another pleaded: 'GET BACK YOU TWO.’

The couple were introduced by Harry Styles, and in 2014 Eleanor, now 24, acted as the Maid of Honour at Louis’ mother’s wedding.

But the pair split just a year later, with the stress of  constantly travelling the globe said to have been the root cause of their relationship woes.

Louis has been ostensibly single since splitting with American actress Danielle Campbell last year after the tragic death of his mother Johanna from leukaemia in December.

Tony Stark….wears flower crowns and those big ol’ rimmed circular glasses…..n he pushes them up the bridge of his nose with his pinkie every five min bc they’re a little big on him….but that’s because he’s tony and tony is Tiny………….also comes with complimentary oversized sweatshirts that belong to exasperated Supersoldier boyfs ++cups of steaming coffee clutched between sleeves of said oversized sweater++++smiles that literally make u want to send a prayer directly up 2 God and ask what he’s playing @ making something so perfect..so lovely……..

Connor Murphy x Reader: Boy next door

{Very basic but hey. Connor’s phone number is supposedly the Easter bunny’s number. Anybody wanna call & see if that’s true? Feel free to request one shots or headcanons! That would be awesome.

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This was it. You were finally finished moving into your new house in a new city with new everythings. Nothing was familiar. Your dad had gotten a major promotion in his job, which would require a move. A move specifically 3 states away from home.

You were happy for your dad, really. You were just a little less happy for you. Being a teenage girl, starting over completely at a brand new highschool in a new city with no friends was going to be a challenge. You weren’t going to lie; you were terrified. Tomorrow marked the beginning of the new school year.

In the meantime, however, you found yourself getting ready for a dinner with your neighbors; the Murphy family. Your parents were thrilled when they received the invitation, and despite all your desperate protests you were being forced into going. You were less than thrilled, to say at the least.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Your mom called from outside your room. You finished brushing your hair, took one more look to observe your finished look for the night, and yelled back.

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

You muttered to yourself. “Let’s get this over with.”

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon that if Akaashi hurts one of his hands and have to put a cast in it, Bokuto will oftenly lend his hand so Akaashi can do his finger fiddling habit with Bokuto's hand instead (I just find that habit so freaking adorable and it makes me sad they didn't showed it in the anime)

Bokuto loves Akaashi’s hands.

He loves how they set. How they arc. How the pads of his fingers press. How his wrists flick, sure and certain of himself and his abilities. A kind of trust Bokuto has earned and wears proudly on his chest. On his heart.  

Bokuto loves how they hold. How they wrap around his precious books with long, firm fingers. How they clutch coffee mugs and paper cups, desperate for warmth Bokuto is all too ready to give.

Bokuto loves how they caress. How his fingers form long graceful lines, spiral circles into Bokuto’s skin. How they skim across Bokuto’s ripples of muscle with reverence. How they move with the same careful elegance as the rest of Akaashi does. 

“Let me,” Bokuto says as Akaashi’s hand fidgets uncomfortably. The other is stiff, trapped in it’s wrist brace. 

Akaashi blinks. “What?” 

“Here,” Bokuto says. He takes Akaashi’s free hand, bringing it to his lips briefly. Akaashi’s eyebrows quirk in surprise. 

“Let me?” Bokuto repeats, almost a plead.

Akaashi nods once. His pupils are wide and curious.

Bokuto kisses the pad of each finger once, and another to the center of his palm. He finds the soft webbing between Akaashi’s fingers and rubs. Massages. He works into Akaashi’s palms, digs into the knots along his joints, knead his knuckles gently. Bokuto’s own hands are rougher, thicker, but Akaashi sinks with relief, release. 

“Thank you,” Akaashi sighs. He flexes is freshly massaged hand. “How did you know?” 

Bokuto beams. “I always know!” 

Akaashi smiles, warm. “Because you love me?” 

Bokuto leans in, still grinning. “Because I’m psychic.” 

Akaashi meets his kisses with soft laughter, and a swift quip, “That’s not what a palm reader means, Koutarou.” 

Honey, Leave the Light On.

Summary: What if Lisa wasn’t the one Dean went to after Sam fell into the pit in Swan Song? What if his happy ending was with you?
Song Inspiration: Honey, Leave the Light On by Kristin Diable. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 
Word Count: 1,495.

Originally posted by emmajane-spn

I absolutely love this song and for some reason, I feel like it pairs so well with a moment like this. I thought since the rewrite finale turned out so heavy, it’s only fair to give all of you a bit of a lighthearted twist. ^_^

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la douleur exquise (7)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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I tried my best to not let Sehun’s dismissive attitude towards me affect me. I told myself repeatedly that I did not care anymore and that I should just focus on my relationship with Baekhyun and work extra hard with my job.

I thought maybe it was just Sehun having a bad day, but I was proven wrong since he had remained that way for the past few days.

Also, this was the time of the year when work was the most stressful which didn’t help lift his mood either. I could see that he was stressed out. He had a permanent frown stuck on his face and everybody has been whispering to each other that he had become a lot more snappy recently.

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Hermes is the smell of gasoline and diesel.

The unique scent of highway asphalt and the coffee you clutch between your shaking, over-caffeinated fingers.

Hermes is the slightly cold bag of Mcdonalds sitting between the driver and passenger on a long drive.

Hermes is the streetlights dancing across the painted lines you’re oh-so-tempted to swerve across.

Hermes is always moving towards the horizon, and never looking back.

Hermes is road stop diners, where he meets Hestia for a bit of home.

Hermes is all the windows down on a cloudless day.

Hermes is the electrifying feeling of going full throttle on an abandoned back road, sending dirt and gravel flying.

Hermes is late nights and going so fast you worry you’ll fly off the road on a sharp turn.

Hermes is adrenaline-inducing, spine-tingling freedom, and the will to do what you choose.

anonymous asked:

I made this request days ago, and I think tumblr ate it 😨 bisexual mc? Im not feeling very validated at the moment because of this...

∑(;°Д°)ᵒᵐᵍᵎᵎᵎ It did eat it!! I’m sorry about that. I wish tumblr could get the messaging system working right…

Before I get this HC started, I do want to say a few things. You mentioned you weren’t feeling validated due to you being bisexual? That’s what i’m assuming from how its worded. 

I want you to know that It Is Okay. That’s a very cliche thing to say, but you matter and are valid. It took me years to find out I was bisexual, and I was scared at first. 

You are not being ‘Greedy’, you are not being a ‘thief’. You are not ‘confused’. You are YOU. Don’t let others tell you how you are just due to your sexuality. You are not hurting anyone, you are not hurting the world. You are existing, and you have every single right!

We can’t control who we fall in love with. Just because it happens to be more than one gender does not make you a horrible person. It just means you’re able to open your heart in ways others can’t.

I’m always here to talk to you if you need it, anon! I love you, don’t feel so bad about yourself, okay? 

Here’s how the crew would react! o(*^▽^*)o

Zen

-You were kind of scared to tell him. Sometimes guys could react badly, or in a gross way and immediately bring up the idea of threesomes.

-It was about a month after the RFA party that you told him. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you just needed to get it out in the open.

-You sat him down and took a deep breath, starting-stopping-starting again. God, you had admitted this to friends before! Why was this so hard?

-He noticed you tearing up, and he reached over and held your hand. He wanted to pull you to him and hug you, but he didn’t really know if this was some break-up moment (He Was Scared) or if something was wrong.

-”I…I just thought that, since it’s clear we’re going to be a couple, that i should…I should tell you that I’m bisexual.”

-Oh. Oh thank god. He was so scared you were going to break up with him. He even let out a shaky laugh until he saw the tears in your eyes. Bad move bad move!

-”Hey, heyheyhey.” Now he did finally pull you into a hug, his hands lightly rubbing up and down your spine. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I was just nervous, don’t worry.”

-”A-Are you okay with that?”

-”Okay? I’m more than okay, mc. It’s fine. I still love you just as much as before. You’d have to kill someone to get me to dislike you, and hell, that would just depend on the person, okay?”

-He cupped your face and kissed the corners of your eyes. 

-”Bottom line, mc, is that I love you. I love you for you.”

Jaehee

-You really, really wanted to tell her this.

-You weren’t sure how it happened. You were just relaxing with her, drinking some nice decaf coffee she made while the two of you watched a DVD. She was letting you lean against her in a friendly cuddle.

-Maybe it was how relaxed you were? The coffee? How the temperature was just perfect and had you in an almost sleepy state?

-”Jaehee,” You started, holding your coffee lightly. “Would you still like me if I was bi?”

-Poor baby was so shocked by the sudden question. She sat up and immediately paused the movie.

-You, on the other hand, were shaking with how careless you brought it up. You clutched the coffee cup, too scared to move or else your jerky movements would cause it to spill all over you.

-”Mc? Why do you think I wouldn’t?”

-Oh god. You blinked back oncoming tears. “I. I don’t….Know. I’ve had a few friends leave after I-”

-Jaehee was having None of that. She hugged you tight, your back against her chest, and she put her cheek on top of your head.

-”Who you are isn’t going to change our relationship. I still love you.”

-Now you were actually crying. You really loved her too…You didn’t know if this was also a confession from her, since the two of you still hadn’t established what you…were? Yet.

-After a few moments, she loosened her grip.

-”Actually…Mc…I think I may be bisexual too.”

Jumin

-You were trying to give him tips on how the two of you could make your relationship better.

-Because, let’s face it, Jumin did manage to mess things up every now and then. He sometimes couldn’t gauge your emotions, and that led to some intense moments at times.

-But you two were working through it. You loved each other and wanted this to work. So, for some examples, you were talking about your exes.

-”He was a mess… I think the only decent relationship I had been in, before you, was with Sarah. I mean, obviously things didn’t work out between us, and I don’t want to get back together with her, but some things that helped my relationship with her was-”

-”Sarah? Mc, you’ve dated a woman before?”

-Instantly, you froze. You just got so in the zone of trying to be Relationship Counselor (with your own relationship for the first time, too), that you completely forgot you hadn’t brought this up with Jumin before.

-And you were scared. Out of all the people you knew, rich types seemed to be the worst when it came to Out Of The Norm things. Especially sexuality.

-”I…Yes. Yes, I have.”

-”Interesting.” He paused, and with each second you felt your eyes water up. “Mc, are you crying?”

-You nodded, trying to wipe the tears away. “Is. Is that okay? Are you mad?”

-”No. Why would I be mad?”

-He pulled your hands away from your face, looking intently at you. “Did you think I would dislike you for that?”

-”I-I don’t know. You paused for so long and I w-was just scared!”

-He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

-”If it’s any consolation, I was thinking on if we could use that experience of yours to help me understand you more. I thought maybe your perspective on dating a woman would help me understand more on how…Women think? Does that sound sexist?”

-”You’re okay with me being bi?”

-He kissed your forehead. “I don’t see how it’s an issue. You’re in a relationship with me now. Your past relationships, regardless of the genders, don’t bother me. I love you.”

-He went on a bit about his earlier musings over if his statement was sexist or not, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You ended up burying your face against him, crying a bit as you were so thankful he didn’t toss you aside for being yourself.

Yoosung

-The two of you had been going out for a couple of months. Nothing hot and heavy, just cute, innocent, loving relationship for the moment.

-This was his first time dating seriously. He wanted to take things slow because he was too scared he’d mess it all up, and you respected that.

-So, a lot of the times, your dates did center around gaming. I mean, games are fun! And it’s fun just to cuddle up with someone and play too.

-This gaming session, the two of you were playing computer games. Him on his computer playing a special event for LOLOL, and you browsing your folder of indie games.

-You found one you were excited to play, but had forgotten about due to…Well…The RFA. It was a cute dating sim you found! You could even choose to be a girl while romancing other girls! Yess!

-You weren’t used to these games allowing that, so you plugged in your headphones, laid back on his bed, and gamed away.

-About an hour later, you were so focused on the game. You had almost filled up the first heart with this girl! She was so cute!

-Yoosung had finished the event, and looked at you so intent on your game. He smiled and walked over, leaning down and nuzzling your hair.

-”Whatcha playing?”

-”A dating game,” You mumbled, “I gotta get this date! She’ll tell me more about herself if I make this good!”

-”A dating game? And…You’re dating a girl?”

-”Yeah, she’s super cute! Look at her!”

-Wait wait wait wait. Reality finally caught up to you- You weren’t just talking to one of your friends who lived for these games, you were talking to Yoosung.

-You felt panic wash through you and you tensed. 

-”You…Like girls?” He said it so confused, so unsure. 

-”Uhm….Y-yeah. I mean, I’m in a relationship with you, s-so I’m not like. You know. Trying to…Get with a girl…Now…”

-”Ooh, okay. Is the game fun?”

-He said it so casually. What??

-”Yoosung, are you okay with me..Also liking girls?”

-He smiled and kissed your head. “Yeah! I don’t mind. One of my favorite characters from my games is bisexual! She kicks ass!”

-He slipped down to his knees, resting his head against the mattress as he angled to watch your computer screen better.

-”So, what’s her name? What do you have to do to get the dates to go right? Is it fully voiced?”

-God he just…Didn’t mind. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down from the sudden rush of nerves.

-”Y-yeah! Here, let me pull up a summary…”

-You felt so, so fucking lucky to have found Yoosung. He literally could not be more amazing.

Seven

-He knew. Granted, not from you telling him, but from an old profile of yours he found when doing that background check on you.

-He didn’t bring it up, or teased you that he knew. He didn’t want to make you think it was bad, so he waited until you felt comfortable.

-But…

-”Hey, mc?” 

-You looked up from the onion you were cutting for dinner (You were going to make this man eat something that wasn’t those damn chips god help you), feeling a bit confused with how serious he sounded. “Yeah?”

-”Would you still want to be with me even if I was bi?”

-You almost dropped your knife. “W-What??”

-Oops. He looked a little hurt. “Don’t freak out, I still love you-”

-”Nonononono!” You rushed out, putting the knife down and grabbing his hands. “No, no! It’s okay! It’s so okay! I was. I was just surprised. I’m like that too!”

-He gave you a big grin. “Yeah?”

-”Yeah! So I’m okay with it!!”

-”Good.” He pecked your forehead. “I’m okay with you being bi, too.”

-You couldn’t help yourself- You gave him a tight hug and giggled a bit. “I was wondering when to tell you myself…”

-He’d probably be the type to point out cute people with you. You two just going “Ooh, he’s cute. Oh wow, she looks so pretty!” together without being jealous. You two just appreciated how people looked at times!


♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) Hey anon, did you know Jaehee and Seven are bisexual too?  That might also help you!