“Here’s the thing-” Lily said,
marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.
“We’re closed.” James interrupted
without looking up from wiping down the bar.
“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without
hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“
“I’m not getting a fucking dog for
you.” James said firmly.
Lily blinked at him. “I was going to
ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was
a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that
she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.
“Really. Talk me through that, is it
because there is no animal abuse involved?”
“I was thinking more along the lines
of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”
“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of
the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I
always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our
time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.”
Remus, still wiping down tables,
said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”
“Since we bought the bar we spend
more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.
Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent
about 15% percent of our time drunk before
the bar, and after the bar we
spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”
“Where are you pulling these numbers
from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the
dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.
“On top of being an excellent barman
I double as a statistician.”
“You are neither of those things.”
Remus said. Sirius glared.
“Fuck you Moony. At school you were
always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”
Remus threw a dishtowel at him and
gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”
“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing
his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math.
Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’
back the finger. James laughed.
Note: Such a fun story to write! Keep ‘em requests coming! Hope y’all enjoy reading this, especially you babyblues915! xoxo
You were in Judith’s room playing with her when you heard the sound of Alexandria’s main gate being pulled open. Frowning, you went over to the window to check out what was going on. As expected, the Saviors had paid your community another surprise visit on the day that your father, Rick, and the rest were out.
When you headed downstairs with Judith, you saw Carl about to leave the house and immediately called for him.
“Stay in the house, Carl. I’ll deal with them.” You told him as you carefully handed him your youngest sister.
Two small red pills, one of the white ones and a fresh bottle of water.
Caring for your brother had become somewhat second nature to you, Jackson and Bambam were recovering quicker than Yugyeom expected; which left Jimin in the false hospital wing alone. Both you and Sung took it in turns to keep him company, the other one catching up on sleep when you swapped over. It was safe to say Jimin hated his younger sister and girlfriend looking after him, he was supposed to be taking care of you two not the other way round.
Another week had passed since the night that stole Jimin’s sight, the manor house was quiet because albeit nobody could find the right words to say. It was awful to observe the usually strong warrior men resemble lost sheep, without their leader in good health the boys would wander aimlessly down the halls; occasionally escaping the confined walls only to return to the same stone cold silence mere hours later.
It was a Thursday morning when Sung announced she and Jimin were taking off for a week, after endless research and countless sleepless night she had managed to find an ophthalmologist who claimed there was a possibility Jimin’s sight could be restored with stem cell treatment. You were ecstatic to say the least, throwing your arms round her petite frame as you were both overwhelmed with hope.
“That’s amazing! Are-, he thinks he can do it?!” You gasped, squeezing her even tighter.
ur post about fic & racism in the supergirl fandom really got me thinking (especially about my own biases so thank you) but also like, how there’s this incredibly pervasive but subtle new form of racism I haven’t seen b4 in other fandoms? Like on one hand u have this loud condemnation of how racist monel is & how he was a slave owner blabh blah but no corresponding attention given to the existing Black characters. 1/4
I get wlw not wanting to write m/f fic but a lot of the fandom doesn’t reblog (or make) any of the gifsets, they don’t meta for him they don’t call for more screen time for Mehcad. Same for M’gann. SO many posts talking about how awful monel is compare him to Lena and strangely don’t mention the Black female character who also came from an oppressive society to become a hero? And there are like, idk, 4 people? Who write or post wlw fic with M’gann in it? 2/4
Same with Maggie. A huge segment of fandom decided Floriana is white (even tho hollywood clearly won’t cast her in roles for white women) so they use that as an excuse to exclusively stan the very light skinned white wlw. And the way it carries over to the characters, like, okay Flo is white? but Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character while overtly supporting lighter skinned characters ¾
And that same part of the fandom doesn’t ever seem to create content for Lucy or Vasquez either. IDK this isn’t something u can probably explore with stats but ur post really got me thinking and it just feels really gross now bc I see all these posts condemning racism but there’s still this extreme perpetuation of privileging white characters at the same time? & I haven’t seen this particular trend in fandom b4 4/4
Oh, anon, this made my day. I have a bunch of notes waiting in a doc to address the whole Mon-El thing with regard to the racist undertones and the rhetoric used by the show to frame his storyline, and I will do my best to write it before the season comes back again, because I genuinely think they tried to aim high and just … missed completely. (But I make no promises because my thesis defense is on Tuesday.)
To your first point re: fandom attitudes – I was surprised in the early half of S2 when so many people came out of the woodwork making posts in the main tag like “wait, why did they get rid of Kara/James??” because, oh right, nobody acted like they cared for almost twelve straight months. If y’all were so okay with this ship, where were you to acknowledge its social significance when it was canon? Where are you now? Why hasn’t there been an outpouring of tweets week after week at the execs and the writers for sidelining an interracial couple in favor of what we’re getting, especially since the storyline literally handwaved away human trafficking and slavery as minor plot points?
Not only that, when there’s unrealized potential for a non-canon ship there is typically an outpouring of fic in response, and while there’s been a statistically significant amount of new Karolsen fic in S2 because it’s pretty easy to top zero percent, the writing there is not keeping pace with any of the other dude-involved pairings.
And you’re right, anon: it is not possible to prove anything with stats. HOWEVER, thanks to the addition of these new characters for S2, I *am* at the point now where it’s possible to see correlation between character race and fan engagement with different pairing choices. And the bias is there, whether it’s in the het pairings, the femslash, or even the m/m pairings. The whole reason I started tracking fic outputs in the first place was that any attempt to have this conversation last year devolved into yelling and finger-pointing because “you have no proof!” that racial bias is a thing. Except, yanno, all the POC who live with it daily saying that it’s a thing. Well, congratulations y’all: your choices leave digital footprints behind that are pretty easy to follow and chart for everyone to see.
This isn’t actually a new problem, by the way – racism and preferencing of white pairing happens a lot, in almost every fandom. The only difference maybe is that I’ve experimented with quantifying it, which is not something that people usually do when they study fandoms or fan behavior.
It pains me to no end that M’gann has been so overlooked, because her story has just as many dark character beats to it as Lena’s, if not more, plus the added bonus of her sharing a sense of “otherness” with Kara in a way that few other people can. And there is no way the disinterest in that pairing isn’t about race, because there are a whole bunch of ships from S1 between white women who’d never even met each other in canon that have more romantic fics than M’gann/anyone.
And the nonsense about Floriana, which I’ll remind everyone again was started by a white girl, had a demonstrable chilling effect on interest in Sanvers as a pairing. Like. I can actually show that on paper. And you’re absolutely right with what you said above, which bears repeating: Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character.
There’s also a treatment of Floriana herself that reminds me uncomfortably of how people went out of their way to demonize Naya Rivera’s personal life whenever she reminded the world she was black instead of just “very tan.” And a lot of the rhetoric people are using to talk about Floriana’s racial heritage is almost verbatim the same as what you’ll find on white supremacist discussion boards about Italian people. I’d love to think this is an accident, but I’ve made some people pretty angry for pointing this out in the past, so I suspect it’s at least partially deliberate.
Lucy was another case that drove me insane, for two reasons:
The vast majority of femslash fans flat-out ignored her as a romantic choice even though there were a whole lot of good reasons to ship her with either Kara orAlex, and a whole lot less negative reasons not to. (And it’s not like Supercat was already dominating the scene before Lucy’s character was introduced. That ship only became popular after the movie Carol came out during the winter hiatus of S1.)
People had the same fight last year about whether or not Lucy counted as a WOC and ultimately insisted that the answer was no. But then people kept on ignoring her anyway like somehow dubiously legal boss/employee relationships, potential treason, and incest were more logical bases for attraction.
Also, to the people who have been like “oh yay we could’ve had Dichen as Maggie, a real WOC” like somehow this would have made the fandom love her more – you’re full of shit. If you mean that, why has there been so little fic about Dichen as Roulette? Like, last year there were a whole bunch of shipfics featuring Livewire. There was Kara/Siobhan. And yet … no dark scenarios of Supergirl/Roulette? No Alex ones? There were even a bucketload of those for each Danvers sister + Max Lord, and this fandom isn’t even that into dudes. You’re telling me no one is interested in this kind of hero/villain dynamic with the Asian chick and somehow that’s not also about race?
tl;dr I suspect that a decent chunk of this problem is the result of subconscious bias, but some of it’s not. And what’s really sad about it is that, for all the talk on Tumblr about representation being important, we’re really doing no better as media producers than Hollywood when it comes to race. If anything, we might actually be doing worse.
The key to love, my father told me, was to never love someone more than they love you. So when, after dating for five months, Christopher Moore was the first to say “I Love You”, I thought I had hit the “Love Jackpot”. I say this because, prior to him saying it at that very moment, I had never given thought to the possibility that I could love him in return. Standing in front of my apartment building, nervous and excited, facing him and his smile, I questioned whether love was the word to describe what I was feeling. High school love, after all, is quite trivial with it’s ins and outs. Nevertheless after weighing the theoretical pros and cons of love, I decided that I was in love, at least in some respects. He was handsome, smart, sweet, and I enjoyed his company. This is what I believed love boiled down to; four factors. Honesty, clearly, was something I overlooked. About a year and 7 months into our blissful love affair, after graduation had passed and we had spent the summer taking all the cliché couple pictures, Chris decided that he “just couldn’t go on lying to me anymore. “Jenine” he told me “this guilt is eating me alive!”. I imagine there wasn’t much of him left, as it had been “eating away at him” for 6 months. This is when I learned that there is no “key” to love; no guide, no tips, no 101 course, because love is lived and learned; never taught. Try as you may, to forgo the pain of love, you’ll find joy in knowing that it’s survive-able and moreover, sometimes the good outweighs the bad. No, Chris wasn’t the love of my life, but he gave life to my ability to love.
“Never” my father said “let love override your faculty of reason.” Easier said, than done. My next love was Jeremy Bishop. Before you ask, of course there were others between Chris and Jeremy. But this is a story about love; not “almost loves”,“semi loves”, and “could’ve beens”. Jeremy’s love was the worst kind of love. The kind that doesn’t have a reason to exist but somehow it does and you’re glad. Its sole purpose is to debilitate your mind, forcing you to follow only your emotions. While Jeremy was dreamy, I learned that the man of your dreams can sometimes be the root of your nightmares.
I met Jeremy my junior year at _________ University. It was a Sunday and I had been studying in the library for an anthropology midterm and decided that I would take a break. Putting my highlighter down & flexing my hand I stood up & headed towards the bathroom. As I walked through the stacks, passing my hand across the rows of books I’d never read, my friend Denise spotted me and waved me over. Walking swiftly I made my way to the table she was stationed it & gathered that she had been studying all day as all. Splayed papers, open textbooks, two highlighters, & her laptop with several window open screamed “cram session” to me. After having sat & talked for some time about school & it’s “scammagry”, I noticed that someone had taken a seat at the end of the table. You know those typical movies where two people look up at the same time & smile coyly at one another? Well that’s what happened with us…….minus the smiling. When Jeremy & I caught eyes it was more of an inquisitive stare down. I relented because who really stares at a stranger for lengths at a time? Apparently Jeremy does because every time I looked up he was looking at me or perhaps through me. Whatever the case was I asked Denise if she could “Excuse me for one second?” as I got up from my seat and sauntered over to Jeremy, running my fingernails along the wooden table that both separated and joined us.
He was brown skinned but it was a rich brown that I often found myself lost in. He had brown hair that was cut low to avoid maintenance & also to spite his mother who so much loved it longer. His eyes were almost black they were so dark, yet you never asked someone to hit the lights when staring into them. He had a slight dimple on the right side of face that only presented itself in the presence of his mother, its creator.
“I know you or something?” I said, to which he looked up & responded “No you don’t. But since you’re already here, I’m Jeremy. Nice to meet you….” he said moving his hand in that circular waiting motion “this is usually the part where you tell me your name”. He was sarcastic & forthcoming and I liked it. “This is usually the part when I’d say Jenine. My name is Jenine. Though I’m not sure it’s nice to meet you.” “Well Jenine, do you have HIST 256 on Mondays & Thursdays? I think that’s where I’ve seen you before.” “Well Jeremy, had I known you were a stalker I would’ve stayed at the other end of the table” “A stalker Jenine? Really? I think you’re mistaking my keen eye for details.” “I stand corrected then. I just had no idea I was noticeable to your "keen eye”, I said, making air quotes. He leaned in & said, “Maybe Jenine, just maybe there’s a lot of things you don’t know. I’d be happy to fill you in though. If you were ever free.” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems to me, Jeremy, that you’re asking me out.” “It seems that way, because it is that way. But enough with this, would you be interested in going out?” “I’ll contemplate it.”
A week later Jeremy picked me up in his beat up silver 2010 Toyota Corolla. Got out & offered to close the door for me not because he was a gentleman but because I literally couldn’t close it myself. He told me he wanted to show me his favorite place in all of Brooklyn. We drove for about 15 mins and parked in DUMBO; my favorite place. As we walked to the pier he barraged me with every menial question from favorite color to top five movies. I stopped his questioning because I realized I knew nothing about him. “What about you?” I said. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.” “I’m a Taurus. Now back to you.” “Your sign. You gave me the third degree and in return you tell me your astrological sign??” “I’m really not that interesting. I kind of just go with the flow nothing special really.” “I could say the same about myself but you don’t see me spewing monotonous facts about myself” “That’s just it though. You’re very interesting. I see you twice a week & you never look the same to me. Always a different hairstyle, new lipstick, different outfit. You keep me guessing & well…I like that.” “Different outfit…Did you expect me to have the same clothes on like a cartoon character?”
Jeremy took my clothes off the way he took down my walls; slowly & intently. I never felt exposed or vulnerable. It was easy with him & who doesn’t like easy? The first time we had sex he kissed every scar and stretch mark on my body while he whispered beautiful and for the first time I believed it. This is when I knew I loved him; this is when I knew he loved me. We fell into a routine & inevitably, that’s how we fell apart. We saw each other four-five times a week in between work, school & our respective friends. I’d meet him after work or he’d meet me after class, we’d get some food or I’d cook, we’d talk, then go back to his dorm room or my house & somewhere in between there we’d fuck once or twice & that would be that. Talk, Eat, Fuck, Repeat. This, I should inform you, was the foundation for our dismantling. Jeremy grew tired of our monotony, I suppose, & because of that he started talking to a female customer who had “just so happened” to frequent his job. In talking they “just so happened” to find they had “so much in common” & somehow Jeremy’s dick “just so happened” to be in her mouth when I walked into his dorm room to get the spare phone charger I left there just in case. “Oh Mahh Gahhhh” is what Celeste said with his dick slighty tucked to the left side of her mouth because it wouldn’t have been polite to pull it out all together; though I’m sure there was no God she could ever call her own. Startled yet surprisingly indifferent I found my charger in the first drawer of his night stand now decoratively arrayed with ripped condom wrappers and I closed the door behind me.
Walking out of the apartment I didn’t feel anything but when I reached the stairs it hit me and when Jeremy came running out of his room, pulling his boxers up I looked up at him from the top stair I was sitting on & hit him right in the groin. “Shit! Ahh! Damn, J! Come on!” he winced . “Come on?? Excuse me?!? You’re such a fucking dickhead. Like what the fuck?” “I know. I know. I’m sorry babe. You gotta believe me! I swear it’ll never happen again.” & that’s what I wanted to believe after all; that this was just a bump along our road; that we could get through this because we could get through anything. So when Jeremy crouched down in front of me, put his hand under my chin, looked me right in the eye and told me he was “so sorry”, that he “really loved me”, that he was “mad stupid for doing that” I believed him & gave us another chance because I wasn’t ready to admit failure.
Celeste Soto was the average full figured broad who just “couldn’t help” falling for other women’s boyfriends, husbands, fiancés, you name it. Walking back into his room, I found her putting her left shoe on with one hand on his desk for balance. “You gotta believe mama” she said “I didn’t know he even had a girl. You feel me? I wouldn’t have done anything with him. Thas crazy disrespectful. My bad.” as she adjusted her bra strap and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Turning slighty towards Jeremy, I looked at him as if to say “really?!? THIS was the best you could do??” and he lowered his head, and stared at this one spot on the carpet that he could never get out. Not only had Jeremy cheated but he chose the lowest of women to do it with. “First of all, I’m not one of your friends so I don’t know why you’re calling me "mama” & no I don’t “feel” you nor do I intend to. Get your shit and get out!“ When she was gone I searched the apartment for remnants of her presence, prior to that days visit. An earring, a hair tie, maybe a lip balm. I found nothing or maybe I wasn’t really looking.
For eight months straight Jeremy was on his BEST behavior. He’d let me know where he was at all times as to ensure that he wasn’t out cheating; send pictures as proof on some occasions. I have to admit, though I was secure in his whereabouts, I was also sure that this was not how healthy relationships works. Nevertheless I looked forward to each notification because afterall "once a cheater……"you know the rest. One night I went over to his place to cook dinner, partially to ensure he wouldn’t be feeding Celeste or any other girl his penis but also because this is what I missed most about us. I had become so preoccupied with deciding whether or not I could trust him that I wasn’t concerned with trying to make us seem normal. After dinner we were in his bed tearing at each other’s clothes & after switching positions five times he looked down at me & said "I can’t do this”. Looking back at him I said “it’s cool I wasn’t feeling it either honestly”. “Not this” he said falling to my side, facing the ceiling “I mean like this….us”. Somehow though I knew that was what he had meant. This ball of something akin to both fear & anger welled up in my throat & grew until finally all I could say was “oh”. One tear fell from my eye & couldn’t allow myself to shed another. “This whole time” he said getting up from the bed “I wasn’t with you because I wanted to be. I was with you because I didn’t want to let you down.” He was pacing back & front at the foot of the bed, lifting his hands to his head then retracting them, looking over at me occasionally for assurance of my understanding. So he continued "I couldn’t let your last image of me be somebody who betrayed you. I had to prove you wrong & that’s selfish. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be in a relationship I’m not fully committed to. It isn’t fair to either of us J & you can hate me but I’d rather you hate me for being honest.” “Is this a joke? Please tell me you’re kidding right now” I said, half laughing half crying. “Let me get this straight” I said, sitting upright in his bed, pulling my shirt over my head “You cheated…..You lied…..YOU fucked up….You begged for another chance!…and my stupid ass gave you one. I’m just so lost right now.” This is when I realized I never should have sat on those steps & cried. I should’ve ran out of that building like it was on fire because guys like him will always burn you.
Some nights I could still hear his footsteps pacing the floor & I’d wonder when in the hell it would be over. When I’d stop crying; when I’d realize I was better off without him. But there’s this moment & I know it sounds cliche but you just wake up & you feel different you feel like you can begin again. One morning I woke up and knew Jeremy would never have a hold on me the way he did before, but more importantly I didn’t want him to.
The thing about baggage is that you never realize how much of it you carry around. In fact you assume that more often than not you don’t carry any at all because you’re “over it” or you’ve “moved on”. You’ll find yourself compromising because you just want someone to call at night; that wants only you. “Trust me.” my mother said “There will be others and don’t think that you have to look for them or that you have to settle.” My mother had a way with words. I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing but the fact remains that when she said those words to me I wished she had kept her opinion to herself. I would never settle…..or at least I didn’t think I would.
I knew I didn’t love Benjamin the first time he came inside me & I wished I had never come to his apartment, let alone into his room splayed with dirty laundry that he was “gonna get to”. More importantly I knew I couldn’t love Benjamin, not the way I wanted to at least, when he told me I’m just like my mother. This sounds stupid I know, but let me explain.
After a week of working overtime, my best friend Selene dragged me out of my apartment for a night of bar hopping. Upon walking into our third stop, Benjamin grabbed my hand & told me I was pretty. That was it. There was no drawn out conversation, no playing hard to get, it was very low stakes. I gave him my number & before I got to the next bar he had called & asked when he could see me again. “Tomorrow” I said.
The next evening Benjamin showed up at my apartment with no plan other than to show up. We decided to see a movie.
The movie we saw doesn’t matter. Neither does the fact that we went to the movies. What matters is that after we left the movies, Benjamin grabbed both my hands & kissed me. When he stopped & I looked up at him he said “You taste like stale popcorn”. I thought “what the fuck?” & then he reminded me that we shared a popcorn. Our entirely relationship was like this; constant reminders of things I should have been aware of.
Ben was different from Jeremy because he never lied to me. That doesn’t necessarily mean that’s a good thing though. His honesty was one that I had to grow accustomed to. We had been dating for about two months, when I called him asking if he wanted to get dinner later & he simply replied “no”. No explanation, no rain check, no apology; he just hung up. Later he’d text me & say that we should get breakfast instead the next day because he liked being the first person I talked to in the morning. He never hid anything from me. Girls would text him, telling him how much they “missed him” how much “fun” they used to have & he’d show me his phone while laughing & ask what I thought he should say in his reply. It was almost inconceivable, how much he included me in his decisions when it came to other women. Co-workers would invite him out to dinner & drinks after work, over to their apartments, concerts & he would ask me, not if he could go (because he was going to do what he wanted regardless) or if I wanted to come with, but how I’d feel if he went it with them. We’d be waiting for our heart rates to drop back to normal after sex; our skin still dewy and tingling and he’d say “the last time was better” or “you faked it, but that’s cool” as he got up and ambled to the bathroom & I’d wonder if he had to be so honest with me all the time.
I woke up one day to him sitting at my kitchen table in just some sweatpants, signing a card. Next to him there was a huge bouquet of sunflowers. I walked over to him, fixing my bed hair into a bed bun & when I sat down he was startled. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early” he said & I looked over at the clock on microwave. “It’s after 11……does that even count as early?” I said. He looked up at me, then at the clock, then back at me & shrugged “I guess not”. I asked “Who’s the card for?” & as he sealed it, he handed to me & said “Happy Anniversary Sweetness” with no inflection. My face dropped to the floor, along with the card. “An anniversary?” I thought “have we really been dating a year? Maybe it’s like a six month anniversary? But that’s not even an anniversary!” After a few mental “Fuck!!”’s, I pulled myself together, awkwardly smiled as I picked up the card & opened it. It had been a year since I moved into my own place. In the card he wrote about how happy he was for me; that he knew how big of a deal it was for me to live on my own & he wanted me to know that it was just as important to him. I cried out of relief. He thought I was overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, primarily because as I closed the card, hugged him, wiped my tears and sniffled into his neck, I whispered “Thank you. This means a lot.”. One year of independence; something I should have been aware of.
The first time he told me he loved me, I opened my mouth to respond & he placed his index finger on my parted lips. “Stop” he said. “Not everything I say deserves or should be met with a response Jenine. I love you. That’s it.” I of course flew into defense. “So I can’t say it back? I can’t love you in return? What kind of bullshit is that Ben? You can’t just say something like that & expect me not to say anything back.” “I never said you can’t say anything back. But think about it baby, I said I love you & your first instinct was to respond. You didn’t even really take the moment in. That’s what I’m saying. I don’t want you to love me back because I love you. I want you to love me because you actually love me.” I felt little, like a child, like I had been put in my place, handled, dealt with, but I wouldn’t let him know. “You’re such an asshole sometimes” I said “but that Benjamin, for your information, is why I love you. Because you’re only an asshole sometimes”.
There are two important things I remember from when I broke up with Ben:
1. It was raining.
2. He told me I should’ve ended us a long time ago.
I came back to the apartment from the gym. As I shook my umbrella walking through the door, Ben sauntered by in his usual attire, house sweats and no shirt, saying “You must love mopping.” in a condescending tone. I happily returned the tone saying “Definitely. I just love it! Can’t get enough.” as I rolled my eyes and the umbrella up, fastening it shut. I walked over to the kitchen & checked the fridge. All that was left was this chicken Parmesan “thing” I had attempted to make three days earlier & it looked like a big pile of mush at that point. I chucked it & decided that take out sounded good. I had a taste for some pad thai so the choice was easy. Picking up my phone & dialing the number I thought it might be a good idea to ask Ben what he wanted but I figured he’d eat whatever I ordered him. So I made the call, ordered Chicken Pad Thai and another peanut sauce dish with shrimp, and hung up. As soon as my phone had ended the call, Benjamin started an argument. “Why would you order food without asking me what I wanted?” he asked me walking out of the bedroom and I replied “I ordered food for us both. No need to say thank you”. He walked towards the window to look out but really it was all dramatics because our window looks directly at the alley behind our building that holds nothing but two dumpsters and a few forgotten cats. “Why would I say thank you to you for doing something I never asked you to do?” he said with his back turned to me “Sometimes” he scoffed, almost laughing, as he looked at the rain collect in the window sill. “Sometimes I don’t get you. Like after all this time you still do shit that irritates me and I wonder why the fuck I still want to lay next to you at night or wake up with you in the morning.” I was sitting on the sofa, absentmindedly playing with the tag on this pillow I bought two years before when he & I had just started dating. He told me the pattern on it reminded him of us; that the lines never intersected. They just changed direction. “Nobody is holding you here Ben. You can leave anytime you’d like.” I said as I picked up the remote & turned on the television.
Thirty-five minutes later I was annoyed that the food hadn’t arrived but also because Ben never left the window. He just stayed there staring at the rain while it sheeted down the window screen and when thunder roared he’d just sigh. “What could be taking this food so long? The place isn’t even that far.” I complained. “It’s the rain Jenine. Everything slows when it rains. People, cars, buses, trains, bikes, they all slow.” He paused “You also might want to factor in the idea that a bunch of people order take out on a night like this.” I answered back “I knew that!……why are you always telling me things as if I don’t know them? As if I’m not aware? It’s just annoying. You’re annoying.” Ben walked away from the window & towards the kitchen counter. He planted his two hands palm down on the counter, hoisted himself up to sit on it, looked at me & said “Maybe it’s not me that annoys you Jenine. Maybe you can’t admit that I’m ever fucking right! I can’t ever make a point without you saying “I knew that!”. If you knew it Jenine…..then why would you say half the shit you say or do half the shit you do.“ I paused the lifetime movie I had been somehow become invested in and pressed a metaphorical "play” on the scene that was unfolding in our living room. “I don’t know Ben. Maybe you’re right” I replied as I sat up, crossed my legs and interlaced my fingers over my knee. “Maybe I can’t handle the fact that you make valid points. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you can’t ever let me be wrong without making me look like a complete ass. You’re always so philosophical. "Oh thee "all knowing Ben!” Ohh he who knows more than anyone!“ I mocked. "It’s insulting. For someone who is just so wise you damn sure don’t know how to do your own fucking laundry, or wash a dish, or aim your penis directly into the bowl when you pee. Stop with the bullshit. We both have our faults.” My phone rang. The food was downstairs.
I threw on my worn out flip flops and shuffled down the 3 flights of stairs. Walking back into the apartment with food in hand, I saw that Ben had returned to the window. He walked over to the kitchen counter where I was standing, taking the food out of the brown paper bag & said “You said your ordered me food.” “I just ordered two things off the menu. I figured we’d just share.” I reasoned. “Right I get that but I don’t like peanuts. You know that. Don’t you? I’ve told you this. I’m sure I have as we’ve been together give or take I don’t know 2 & half years!” “Dammit! I whispered to myself. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking & I was hungry & I’m…..sorry. I’m just sorry.” “It’s fine” he said. “I should’ve just picked something up on the way home. It isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re like your mother in that way.” “Like my mother? All of this over some take out? Listen, good luck with dinner.” I said as I grabbed a plastic fork at the bottom of the bag & headed back to the sofa. “Yeah, like your mother.” he continued, following me. “You’re always complaining that she never listens to you; that you have to remind her of things you’ve already told her. Yet, here you are never listening to me. It’s not even about the apology. It’s that I just don’t think you’re really sorry at all.” he retorted. “Fair enough.” I said, putting my food down on the coffee table. “You wanna know what I’m really sorry about Ben? Huh? Fine. I’m sorry I moved in with you. I’m sorry I’ve been in this relationship for this long because we’ll never be good enough for one another. You know that right? We’re always going to be like this Ben.” I said, pointing at the pace between with both hands. “It’s never going to be enough that we love each other. There’s gotta be more to love than whatever the fuck we’re doing. I just don’t think this is healthy. I don’t think we’re growing here. Do you?”. “Now that J…that’s the most honest thing you’ve said to me. You’re always saying what you think I want to hear and that’s my problem with you. You never say what the hell you want because you think too much about it. We are growing, it’s just apart from one another.” He sighed, finally saying “Look, I’m tired.” as he walked exhaustedly back towards the bedroom, on an empty stomach & closed the door behind him. I couldn’t figure out if he meant he was tired of us, of the arguing, of never really getting back to how we were or if he was honestly tired.
I slept on the sofa & I use the term “slept” very lightly. What I really did was stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out if this was really it for Ben & I. If that was our last real conversation; if that even counted as a conversation. I planned out what I’d say in the morning after we’d both had time to think & reflect. I’d tell him I was sorry about going off & that it’s not that I don’t want to try to make it work but that I don’t even think trying is worth an actual try. I thought about it & felt like the whole relationship was a perpetual “try”. We’d just kept getting up, dusting each other off, & holding hands until we’d fall again thinking it didn’t matter because we’d fallen together. How many times do you have to fall before you realize that perhaps it isn’t the ground that’s tripping you up? That it might just be you. Do you have to scrape your knees a few times or fall flat on your face? How do you know when you’ve had enough?
I laid there falling in & out of sleep. I had this weird dream that I was baking a cake. I kept checking on it. Ben was there but he didn’t really say much. Finally I took it out of the oven & it was burnt around the edges. He shuffled over to the stovetop & looked at the cake with a somber face. “I told you it was done 10 minutes ago. You should’ve taken it out.” he said & I just stared at him blankly because he was right. I turned the pan over and the cake popped out. I let it cool, frosted it and cut a piece. Jeremy hunched over the counter top and watched me put the cake on a plate with confusion. “You’re just going to eat a burnt cake?” he questioned me. I had just taken my first bite and was going in for a second when I looked up at him and said “It still tastes good so what’s the difference?”. “The difference, Jenine, is that you know the whole cake doesn’t taste good. Only certain parts do. Why don’t you just throw it out and make another one?” he said walking over to the cake, lifting the plate up at different points and angles to get a good look at it. It was as though he was wondering how the frosting did anything but make the cake look even sadder. I licked the last bit of frosting off my fork and said “Because, burnt or not burnt, I still love cake.”
I woke up to a sliver of sunlight shining through the living room across the floor & stopping right at the front door. I sat up & checked the time. It was 7:06. I decided I’d go to the bedroom and get some real rest. I stood up & stumbled towards the bedroom. As soon as I reached the door, Ben was coming out of the room. He was dressed & had 2 bags with him not including the backpack he’d never leave the house without. All of the things I had planned on saying were forgotten. I could barely see straight, let alone gather the words I wanted to say. He looked at me then said “Sorry. Can I just get by?”. “Sure!” I blurted out as I moved to the left, almost jumping. He walked towards the front door & I asked “Umm can at least ask where you’re going?”. He stopped moving and turned, telling me “I thought about what you said J. About us not being enough for one another. I guess I just always thought it would work itself out. But I see what you mean. I don’t know the exact moment when you came to that conclusion, or maybe you decided it, but you should’ve ended us then instead of now. So I’m leaving. I guess I’ll pick up the rest of my stuff over the next couple of weeks.”. That’s it. He was gone. Whatever he had left, the “stuff” he mentioned, was never picked up. They were minuscule items really; a toothbrush, some body wash, a value pack of razors. Things that made you think of him, even though they were all replaceable. It didn’t take long for me to realize that much like the burnt cake, I still loved Ben.
Plot: Your boyfriend Yoongi has become over protective and possessive after what happened and you two fight.This is a second part of this scenario “No one can touch you”
Words count: 2,5k+
Genre: Mafia!AU / Fluffy in the end.
For anon, I hope you like it! M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s gentle voice came from behind your back and lifting your eyes you saw his reflection in the mirror.
He was wearing a black suit and a silver tie that you gave him a few months earlier, seemed one of those models just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.
“I need to get some air Yoongi..”
“Fine, but Jungkook will be with you.” His bossy tone won’t surprised but annoyed you; “is it clear?”
“Yoongi, I don’t need Jungkook.”
“He’s one of my best men. If I say he shall be with you, he will stay with you. ” His tone was more annoyed than normal and he closed the issue with a wave of his hand, leaving you alone again. Just you and your own reflection in the mirror.
Watching yourself you noticed you have lost weight and dark circles under your eyes were the witness of your struggle to sleep.
It had been only three weeks since your kidnapping but, as normal, you were bringing the consequences on you. Fear had become a second skin for you but the behavior of your boyfriend made thing even worse.
You could understand his fear, but he was suffocating you and it was a worse feeling than being tied to a chair for countless hours
The container of the cream for the body you had in your hands ended up on the sink shelf, you didn’t have time to be gentle and put it back in place.
You came out of the bathroom at a brisk pace, managing to lock Yoongi before he left your room.
You stood between him and the door, throwing your arms slightly open and preventing him from getting the handle and letting you really alone.
He raised an eyebrow in a curious expression while remaining silent, waiting for you to say something.
“I don’t need Jungkook.”
“It wasn’t my request, it was an order.” He remarked, his voice low and raspy while approached his face to yours; “Isn’t it clear, baby?”
“I don’t need him. You’re acting like a fool Yoongi… Kyunsoo had a score to settle with you, but I think everyone are so terrorized by you now and therefore it’s impossible that they would touch me.” It Was what you were saying for days and seemed to play better than you kept repeating into your mind.
“Fool? A Fool? My girlfriend was almost killed and I’m the one who is acting like a fool? ”
“It was an order, Y/N. I don’t want to discuss this further. ” He silenced you in less than two seconds, clutching his hands under your armpits and lifted you effortlessly by moving the door.
Your eyes crossed for a second when he opened the door. His eyes were looking for the challenge into yours, yours were looking for some glimmer of understanding for you into his.
But both were disappointed with the result and he went out without saying goodbye or give you a slight kiss on your lips as he used to do.
“Y/N, are you re-shit, sorry I didn’t know you were still in your underwear” Jungkook’s shocked gaze was the thing you saw moments later, leaving him, however, enter the room with an angry snort "I.. I l-look out… “
"You kill people and you’re ashamed of a woman in babydoll?”
Your question bowled him more than your clothing and a slight motion of tenderness possessed you. Jungkook was younger than you, but he was a ruthless serial killer when necessary. Yoongi took him under his wing when he was just a kid, that world had been imposed on him. He had not chosen as you had done years before.
“Ten minutes and I’m ready, wait out Kookie.” You dismissed him and the relief on his face made you smile when he literally ran out of the room.
Now you were alone, you just think of a way to escape Yoongi’s protection. A challenge more than difficult to nearly impossible.
“He was looking at you.”
“While two people are talking it’s normal to look each other. ”
“No, he was looking at you into a way I know all too well.” He was angry and as his voice that his taut body could make you understand; “But he’s going to get what he deserves.” He added with a slightly satisfied sneer.
The space was dimly in the limo but you got to look back at him, knowing that your expression was even angrier than he was him.
“What did you do?”
“He’ll remember that he shouldn’t look at my woman in certain ways.”
“YOONGI.” You shouted at him but he didn’t seem to have heard; “Yoongi answer me.”
“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. But then again, only I can look at you in certain ways. ”
“You’re crossing the bounds, Yoongi.”
“You’re mine and so you’ve to stay.” He whispered into your ear, but you pushed him away causing yet another smirk. You hated that expression onto hi face, but you couldn’t slap him despite the urge.
“Stay in the car, I’ve something to do.”
“More orders. Did I become one of your men? ”
“Don’t discuss baby, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.”
“Whatever you say, Sir.”
Reproached him in the way his men did seemed to annoy him, but he said nothing and got out of the car. You were ready to get off when the black window that divided the driver’s seat from the rest of the limo was lowered.
“Y/N.. You’re locked in. ”
“Boss’ orders Y/N. ” He apologized with a little smile, making you sigh in despair. “He’s acting like this for your sake.”
“It’s killing me so and he seems to not realize it.”
Taehyung and Namjoon were holding Yoongi while you were in your room.
“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’LL WALK OUT THAT DOOR? RATHER I’LL KILL MYSELF! ”
“Yoongi calm down.” The tone almost despaired of Namjoon managed to get even at your ears, while the tears continued to slip copious on your cheeks.
You’ve never discussed that way, but you were coming to a limit that you couldn’t bear any more.
“Y/N I’M TALKING TO YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW! ”
“FUCK OFF YOONGI, OKAY? I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOU AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION. ” You stand at the door, your eyes were red and swollen, while you hurl against him everything that he gave you in those weeks. Almost like they were justifications for his attitude. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO GET OUT. YOU’VE BECOME OBSESSIVE AND OPPRESSIVE. THAT’S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT. ”
“I’M DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, FUCK. IS IT SO HARD TO ABIDE BY MY RULES? ”
“THERE ARE YOUR MEN FOR THAT!” You shouted hurling yet another expensive bracelet, striking though Taehyung that remained silent since your strength was poor in those days due to lack of sleep.
“YOU’RE MINE Y/N, THEN MY RULES APPLY EQUALLY TO YOU.” He yelled back, trying to wriggle from the grip of his men; “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND I SWEAR THAT IT’S OVER. I WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE TO PROTECT YOU. ”
His threat was another blow to your heart. You wanted it all but not that your relationship was over. In spite of that world, Yoongi was the man of your life. But he needed to reconsider his behavior and that was the only way to make him do that. Leave him.
Without taking anything, everything was his despite you worked and you still had your apartment outside Seoul, you bypassed the three men and directed towards the door.
Namjoon and Taehyung had left the grip on Yoongi, who was immobile at the center of the salon and was looking at you, shortness of breath and broken because of the screams.
“You’re not protecting me Yoongi, you’re suffocating me.”
Saying that you came out of your house, without looking back.
Your apartment was even smaller as than you remembered and was incredibly quiet.
The only sounds that you could hear were your sobs and the television you had access both to keep you company.
Despite the orders of Yoongi, Seokjin had followed you and now he was on the threshold of the door, while watched you in absolute silence.
“You know that he’ll punish you, Seokjin?” Sobbing you said, lifting your eyes to him.
“Never leave a girl in tears, you never know what could happen.” It was his answer, that brought you a little smile. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately refused nodded, remaining in his corner.
“Seokjin I never understand your reasons.. Neither you nor Jimin. You’re so kind… ”
“Because we’re gangsters?”
You nodded and he was feeling almost at right to give you a long and detailed answer so he moved away from the wall but sat into the Chair next to the couch. You were pretty sure Yoongi had warned everyone to stay away from you, when you had started to date, and Seokjin’s behavior increasingly convinced you.
“Our parents were gangster and so we ha–” He began to say when the doorbell made jump both and his hand immediately ran to the gun hidden under the leather jacket he was wearing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked, suspiciously.
“Y/N; open… it’s me. ”
On hearing the voice of his boss Seokjin relaxed slightly, although in his eyes you could read the fear of the sure punishment that he would have to undergo. He got up and went to the door, past the hallway that divided the living room from the entrance, but you stayed on the couch. Wrapped in blankets seeking warmth.
“Wait in the car Seokjin.”
“And.. thank you, for staying with her.”
-At least he’s still able to show gratitude, what a miracle . - It was your thinking, while you lay your eyes on television without paying the slightest attention.
“No.” You wanted to beat him but his tone forced you to watch him.
He was broken, you could see it into his eyes. He was broken as much as you were, but you held by up to go to hug him.
He came towards you but sat on the coffee table, trying to make you pay attention to him. Your red eyes rested on him and even though he had not wept, it was clear that he was in pain.
“Yoongi, what do you want?”
“You… and you know it. ”
“You said that if I exit from our home, it was over.”
“I was scared.”
In two years you’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth and was that to upset you more. He had put his pride aside other times during your quarrels, but he had never admitted to being frightened by something.
Yoongi leaned towards you, pushing aside the blanket and took your hands on his own. You didn’t withdraw them but you were still unwilling to listen to him.
“The day I met you, I also discovered something new.” He muttered holding his gaze onto your hands; “There was someone capable of making me feel fear. You intimidated me Y/N and I don’t think you have ever realized. ”
“Bullshit. When we first met, you were an asshole. ”
“Yes, I was, but inside I kept wondering how the hell you couldn’t be afraid of me or… from what I was. ”
You were about to argue again, you’d never been the girl to remain silent or to comply with every rule, when he knelt down in front of you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, finally succeeding in blocking the sobs.
“Can you be quiet for a moment, Y/N?”
His question was veiled of desperation so you froze completely from saying something, just nodded continuing to watch him without understanding what was going on.
“I know that my world isn’t the best;” He began to say, most clutching your hands into his. “and a few weeks ago you had a very clear demonstration. When Jimin told me you were missing my world is literally collapsed. It took Seokjin and Jungkook to stop me because just knew what had happened I just wanted to kill him without thinking of the consequences. I had to get rid of this idea because you are the person most precious to me. ”
“Yoo–sorry, go on.” You apologized immediately and bit the tip of your tongue to silence.
“When you were in my arms, safe and sound, the fear hasn’t gone away. It was there to make me aware that I might lose you at any moment. I just couldn’t figure out how to protect yourself without becoming a despot and believe me, I’m sorry for that. ” He continued to talk while you were looking at him and the desire to hug him grew more and more; “I wanted to do a few weeks ago but.. In short, everything happened and I couldn’t find the right opportunity. ”
He left your hands just to grab something from the gray jacket he was wearing and you saw a small box in his hands so you finally understood.
Even his hands, firm as usual, trembled when he opened the small box showing you an engagement ring. It was white gold, your favorite and it was as simple as perfect. Above all, it was the ring that you two had seen together several months before and you’d want to buy because you were in love with at first sight.
“Y/N… I know I’m asking a lot because you’re aware of the risks. But I’d be the happiest man in the world if you’ll say yes. ”
“Y-Yoongi” Your voice trembled, while other tears itchy your eyes and began to slide on your face.
“I want to spend my life with you, in all circumstances and at all times. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? ” He asked, and his eyes were shining with excitement, while his hands began to tremble even more violently.
Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)
Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW.
Leaving On The Fifth by avoidingavoidance - Even on a great night like tonight, Jean is the literal definition of cranky, but that doesn’t stop an overly-friendly Brit named Eren from trying to be his friend.
roadtrip au by dizzyondreams - Jean and Eren inadvertently end up on a road trip alone together.
Appetence (bad blood) by catsonfire - Eren had his expectations, upon receiving his letter to Hogwarts, upon finding out that he was a wizard child born to two muggles without an ounce of wizard blood in the lineage. (…) Above all, he wasn’t prepared for Jean Kirstein.
Good Morning, Asshole by artenon - Internet personalities Eren Yeager and Jean Kirschtein meet, clash, hate each other, become friends, and fall in love. Fun times are had by all.
Allons-y by sandwichtree - Jean becomes progressively more protective of the worst possible candidate.
Bound Together by NormieScum - Eren and Jean bump into each other on Spring Break as strangers and end up getting ‘stuck’ together for a night. They’re both assholes but they click instantly :)
5:02AM by Winterreise - After a rude awakening early in the morning, Jean returns to the bedroom and discovers a rather…thrilling way to go back to sleep.
tell me we’ll be just fine by andreaphobia - Eren’s a drug addict, Jean’s a washed-up freelance writer, and they’re no good for each other. They’re really, really not.
How to Salvage a Terrible Date by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you the one that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
Habits by Hanaji_ga_Eren - Before he knows it, one of his one night stands just keeps showing up in his life, and they become much more than either intended. Jean slowly realizes that he doesn’t need the coping mechanisms that he’s used so far, as long as Eren’s there to make him feel like a person again.
Fricition by sciamachy - is still friction when it comes to lower body parts. Drabble Collection
Pousse-café by Variabile - Jean accidentally sends half-naked selfies to an unlisted number in his contact list and it’s all downhill from there.
sea change by andreaphobia - Eren and Jean find each other in prison.
clinquant by crunchrapsupreme - It’s not really that big of a deal, Jean thinks. Friends cuddle with each other all the time, right?
and give no warning to her flight. by albion - He keeps on finding him; him, of all people, and his not-mother had told him once that the people you meet have been put in your life for a reason, but Eren can’t work out why for the life of him why fate had decreed that in every universe he keep on finding Jean.
Mating Ain’t Easy When Your Mate Is An Alpha Wannabe by DeathsLastPrayer - Jean x Eren are placed in an ABO setting as werewolves but it’s kind of like Romeo & Juliet when you consider the fact that Jean’s a City wolf and Eren’s from the forest and no one wants them to be together (they don’t even want to) but they are. Because they’re eternal mates.
Bring Your Best by tanyart - 24 hours without kissing and a still lot of kissing.
the thaw by dizzyondreams - “Yeah, well, at least you didn’t sacrifice your Saturday morning in bed to trek across the state to some bullshit wedding where I have to be your fake boyfriend.” Jean grumbled. God, saying it out loud like that made it seem even stupider than it was.
pulse to pulse by dizzyondreams - The smell of cigarette smoke made Jean stop short, and he peered down the stairwell to see what seemed like a lump of blankets sitting on the bottom step, his usual smoking place.
Frustration of Thunk by SkyChasingDreamer - Jean kept chopping and stacking, the pile growing higher one piece at a time. The sun and sweat made Jean’s skin shine and Eren loathed that. He had a special and particular hate for the hair sticking itself to Jean’s forehead, matted down with wetness that darkened the sandy brown color.
dead dreams and debauchery scenes by dizzyondreams - It’s 2am and Jean’s mind is ticking over with deadlines and thoughts of his future and a terrible rising panic about never falling asleep that night, again.
Arcadia by andreaphobia - Eren loses his way, then finds it again… with a little help.
the lowlight by searwrites (sears) - modern au where jean is a couple of years older than eren
Chronos by callmeabs - Four years ago, Eren hated Jean with everything he had, for everything Jean was, including how his own gut was telling him that Jean Kirstein was going to be a permanent problem (fixture) in his life.
A Taste for the Illegal by KuraraOkumura - Jean and Eren are pursued by the police after robbing a bank, and Jean tells Eren to hide in the backseat of their car while they wait for the police to pass. Eren wasn’t expecting the other boy to hide…right on top of him. Things get a little steamy after that.
Love is Confusing and Life is Hard by kiwisaurus121 - Jean wakes up to find a stranger on his couch. He’s still not sure why he didn’t call the police, but at least he gets a kitten out of it.
Eren x Jean Drabblesby Chukabu00 - Random one-word inspired drabbles on the life of Eren and Jean. In no particular order. Contains some M-rated content from time to time, some married fluff, modern AU.
sun-drenched dream by dizzyondreams - Besides, he had a real nice thing going on with the cute son of a local winemaker that he didn’t want to sacrifice just yet.
Welcoming for Strangers by thanatopis - Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein have known each other since high school and have very little good things to say about one another. So when Jean comes back from his trip abroad in France, old things are rehashed despite Eren not wanting them to be.
Heart-Shaped Glasses by Emery - “Everything should have been so much clearer now that Eren could see, but the fact of the matter was—it wasn’t. Jean’s face may have been distinct, but Eren’s feelings for him were still as blurry and muddled as they had always been.”
Like A Horse To Water by WolfNotFawn - The Jaegers had lived beside the Kirstein ranch for more than seven years now, but as far as Jean was concerned, Eren was no more than a thorn in his side. If you asked anybody else, they would tell you it was a little more complicated than that.
and you feel like the ocean by dizzyondreams - Jean’s car pulled up outside Eren’s house at 2am sharp, and by 2:30 Eren was pressing him against it for a welcome-back kiss. His skin was warm under his fingers, as if he was still holding lingering heat from the day.
daffodils by crunchrapsupreme - Jean learns that Eren’s favorite flower is a daffodil.
cobwebs and storagerooms by Sexycanofsoup - Sometimes all it takes to get two angsty boys to crack is to lock 'em up in a dirty old room for a while. The big stupid homo crushes tend to reveal themselves without much effort after that. A story of cleaning, confessions, and awkward blushing boys who know how to use their fists better than their words.
cross country trek by supportingcharacters - Jean wakes up at 2am to Eren Jaeger in his car outside, beeping his horn and insisting that he wants to go to the beach.
The Simple Things by supportingcharacters - Every Thursday, Eren goes to the same drive thru to pick up lunch. Even with the new asshole of a server, he won’t be deterred. Though maybe the new asshole of a server isn’t actually as bad as he thought.
As It Is by Chaeriee (cheshireree) - Eren, Jean and all the trouble that comes with them. A giant collection of old EreJean fics I have.
oh this town it’s so electric by dizzyondreams - The first time Jean saw Eren Jaeger, he was sweating and wearing glitter under the pulsing lights of some club in Stockholm. As he watched the strong line of his body move to the beat of the music, the hazy green lights flash across his face, Jean thought: he’s gonna be mine.
Nothing says 'I love you’ like a bunch of corpses by pandaspots - Jean is an FBI agent and someone has a killer crush on him. Literally. He has no idea how things got to this point, but he figures threatening the sicko he will do anything to see him cuffed and locked up has something to do with it.
clear the runway, prepare for takeoffby Piyo13 - July 1948. Jean Kirstein, U.S. Airforce pilot, has been called back to Germany in the wake of WWII, in order to assist in the Berlin Airlift. Eren Jäger, West Berlin resident, has been helping unload cargo from British and American planes for almost a month, trying to keep the city of Berlin fed and warm. It’s grueling work for the both of them, but they make it work.
Seven Minutes in Heaven, Ninety Minutes in Hell by Armajesty (hinatella) - Eren is left with an even bigger one when a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven gets him trapped in a closet with his enemy-but-certainly-not-crush-because-ew Jean.
Paper Kitesby burlesquecomposer - When Eren Jaeger joined as a drummer for a small college indie rock band, he hardly expected it to develop into something more.
When We See the Sea by WhiteSilverandMercury - staring at eren is like staring into the sun, they say it blinds but men do it anyway; and jean is a young man who wears his heart on his sleeve but guards it with the spade ready to dig his own grave.
What We Will Find by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - a modern au in which very many slightly related and very goofy things occur.
pink lips, pink lace by dizzyondreams - “These aren’t mine you-” He turned just in time to see Eren wriggling into his slightly undersized trousers and caught a flash of something before he pulled them over his hips. Something lacy and distinctly pink. Jean’s words dried up in his mouth.
Working Past It by tyrellis - No matter what Jean may say, it’s not Eren’s fault that this happened: he was just innocently searching for a working vending machine. Jean had the good voice, and sang in French, and seemed like an angel. Eren feels entirely justified in the disappointment he feels when he discovers Jean’s actually a massive dickhead.
bound to fall for you by dizzyondreams - Later, on the bus back to their apartment, Eren went on a stoned rant about Jean’s profile that Armin patiently sat through with a quiet air of bemusement. Mikasa just stared out of the window and offered the occasional, “Believe me, he’s an ass.” to which Eren paid no attention. He officially had a new crush.
Magnolia lights by peralta - Jean enjoys his days working at the flower shop. He’s never had so much fun, though, as when a bright-eyed boy stops by every Friday asking for tulips.
To Win is to Lose by somethingintheireyes - “The first one to fall in love loses.” “Heh, you picked the wrong opponent Jaeger, you’re on. ”
god tier emo au by dizzyondreams - There was something odd about him, something that interested Eren when all that interested him anymore was drumming. The way the look in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, didn’t quite match up with the rest of him. First violin, some button-down rich boy, but Eren had found him beating the shit out of a guy in an alley. Blood dark against his shirt, and his eyes like flint behind the trail of Eren’s cigarette.
That’s it! I’ve read SO MANY lovely jeanere fics so I’m pretty sure I’m missing some but I think that for now this list is good :) I’ll be updating this whenever I read new awesome fics so yeah! stay tuned! You can find some more nice fics here ! last update: 21st february 2017
Requested by anon:
okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,424
Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)
A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)
Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N)
was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research.
John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.
“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”
“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.
“No tension or anything?” John continued.
“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.
“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.
“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He
had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”
(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a
cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.
“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired
“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?”
“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in
“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the
coffee table and throwing his hand up.
“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”
“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing
neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.
-Hermione Granger isn’t able to get into the first year dorm on her first night and spends the night crying until George Weasley comes down to the commons to see her.
-He explains in a soft tone that he understands how she’s feeling and together they go knocking on McGonnagall’s bedroom door because she needs somewhere to sleep dammit.
-McGonnagall apologizes to the young girl right away and it takes the rest of the night to get the girl’s dorm to accept her.
-Hannah Abbott and Hermione form a secret group for transgirls and occasionally they have a meet up with George’s transboy group. They all have secret badges.
-The next year they’re ready for any new trans kids and the two groups merged together so its just the SOTANGS(society of trans and nongender specifics). -When Lockheart refers to George as a she all hell breaks loose. The fanclub of Lockheart grows to near nonexistent by the time the dueling club is started up.
-Colin Creevey comes out to SOTANGS when someone steals his hormone blockers.
-The person receives hell and is shunned by the entire school for the rest of the year.
-They don’t come back the next year.
-Speaking of year three, SOTANGS is growing larger and they need to find a new classroom.
-Colin discovers the Room of Wishes Granted, as he calls it
-The room gives everything from pamphlets to stuffing and binders, packers and tucking underwear.
-George starts testosterone therapy at the end of the year
-Year four has SOTANGS gaining honorary members from dumstrang and beaubaxton.
-A GSA is created and Cedric and Cho come out as bi and ace, respectively.
-Luna stumbles into a SOTANGS meeting after hearing about it from Ginny.
-Susan Bones becomes Stanley Bones and later starts a drag club.
-Charlie bursts in one day in full drag but like, as a dragon. Dragon Shows
-Viktor Krum shows Hermione a spell to help her enlarge her breasts over the summer.
-Year Five has SOTANGS and the DA basically being the same thing except Harry is fucking oblivious.
-Umbridge misgenders a third year and has them write “i am a boy, i am doing this for attention” with a blood quill. George develops a skin cream that helps heal scar wounds, one that will later become the basis for top surgery scar removal.
-Harry is literally so oblivious, honestly bless him.
-I hate Umbridge and she steals kids trans gear
-Basically Umbridge deserved death
6th year is when Hermione starts HRT and Ron finds out, he literally looks at hermione and just *shrugs*
-“okay still a girl though yeah?” -ron
-WWW has all trans things needed(including magical binders for guys that had larger breasts)
-Lavender misgenders Hermione and George in the same breath and Ginny fucking decks her
-Slughorn just not giving a shit and properly addresses everyone
-Draco figures out he’s gay because he tried kissing Pansy and that was gross but holy shit Blaise.
-Blaise basically wins over the entire school with how hot they are
**HC AUTHOR NOTE**
Please skip this section if abuse and torture trigger you. I’m not joking, in case you haven’t noticed the Carrow twins are fucking horrible and they’re about to get worse.
-any SOTANGS kids who didn’t go to Hogwarts this year had it easy
-all HRT and T was confiscated
-binders/tuckers/packers/stuffers(idk what transgirls call them someone send help) were burned
-if anyone was caught using the “wrong”(see: misgendering assholes) pronouns was tortured for an hour
-most moved into the room of requirement(wishes granted) pretty quickly
- the carrows did a lot of horrible shit
-one kid died because the carrows tortured him for a full day
-kids were ordered to report if someone used the “wrong pronouns”
-that actually happened only once.
-Due to the war, George didn’t get to have top surgery while Fred was alive.
-Colin never got to be in his perfect body.
-Over half of SOTANGS was lost.
-But the group continues and merges with the GSA.
-Teddy and Victorie head the group as the androgynous duo.
-Roman comes to his mother two weeks before he’s due to start school and asks her mom to call her Rose.
-Everyone accepts the change without a big fuss.
-Rose is still her Uncle Percy’s favorite, much to Ron’s dismay.
A/N; Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here and it gets wild as heck lol. I had too much fun while writing this! I’m sorry for the super long update and I’ll be posting more stuff later! I’m on a roll today! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed.
With a small groan, you forced your eyes open. It was supposed to be your day off, meaning you could sleep as much as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Why was she calling you now?
“Yes, Friday?” you murmured. She always found a way to bother you, especially during nap time. Delta’s needed more rest than everyone else, but of course, nobody knew that but you. You hadn’t told anyone about your true status yet.
“Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”
With a tired groan, you threw the covers from your body and sat up.
What could possibly be going on this time? Did Tony blow up another suit again? It took weeks to get the oil out of your nails, much less your skin. Did Peter run out of webs mid swing again? You loved the kid almost like a little brother, but the kid needed some kind of rockets in his shoes for safety. You made sure to scold Tony on that; he wasn’t exactly a responsible crime fighter. You understood now what Pepper went through.
You slipped on the nearest form of clothing you could find before making your way towards the common room.
The sounds of hushed whispering rung throughout your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was Tony having guests over? Why didn’t Friday mention that to you? Looking down at your clothes, you felt a blush break out on your cheeks. You were nowhere near dressed for guests. It wasn’t anything near provocative, just an oversized sweater and leggings, but still. You didn’t like drawing attention to yourself and you strongly disliked strangers.
Entering the room, you spotted the entire Avengers assembly. Literally.
You recognized Thor, who stood taller than everyone else, speaking with Bruce Banner quietly. You spotted Vision and …were that Scarlett Witch? Jesus, she was even prettier in person. You may or may not have read her file religiously.
You saw Hawkeye standing next to the redheaded assassin herself, Black Widow. Immediately, you felt your instincts kick in slightly. She was a suitable alpha, no doubt. Her red hair made her pale skin seem almost vibrant and those eyes…god she was so perfect. With a subtle shake of your head, you pulled your mind out of the gutter. As nice as she was, you were still wary of the woman. She was extremely intimidating.
In the corner of the room, you spotted Falcon and Ant Man standing side by side. You could tell how nervous the two looked about the whole situation. You couldn’t blame them, from what you heard about the whole airport thing that happened in Germany, you’d be a bit nervous, too.
You smiled when you spotted Peter standing by himself, his hands in his tucked into his pockets casually. At least you knew him. Even though Peter was a newly legal Beta, he still remained one of your closest friends. He didn’t know about your whole…status problem yet, but he something told you he knew there was more to you than what you were telling him. But being the polite person he was, he decided not to push it, to your relief.
When Tony entered the room, everyone instantly got quiet. You had a feeling you’d be receiving some really bad news this evening.
“Alright, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” he began, clapping his hands together. You could spot the subtle sweat beading across his forehead. Why was he so nervous? “I can assure you right now, I’m not dying!”
Everyone seemed to relax a little bit at the news. Jesus, he had a way of being the biggest drama kind on this earth.
As Tony continued, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Ignoring it, you kept your gaze on Tony.
“Why are we here, Tony?” Rhodey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A cliché alpha mannerism. You snorted softly at the realization that your instincts hadn’t kicked in at the sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was. Alphas were so fragile underneath the whole macho exterior.
Again, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And it was honestly irking the life out of you. You couldn’t possibly focus on Tony while whoever it was stared at you like that. With a causal turn of your head, you caught sight of Natasha glancing over at you. Her blue eyes were set on your body, trailing them up and down. Suddenly, you felt so small.
You felt the arousal slowly growing between your legs, making you blush. Before she could look back into your eyes, you looked away quickly. That wasn’t a very practical idea after all.
“We’re here because I’ve decided that I was a little bit hard on Rogers,” he admitted, avoiding everyone’s gaze. But when he looked up at everyone’s smirks, he sighed.
“Okay, maybe I was a bit dramatic about it.”
Someone let out a snort.
“What I’m trying to say is, I was wrong. Incredibly wrong about the entire situation. Rogers, although he can be a little shit sometimes, is a strong asset to this team. And without him, we’ve pretty much got nothing going for us.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, much to his dismay.
“Hey! I did pretty well those couple of ti- anyways,” he cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to try and make things right; for the sake of the team. I offered Cap a place back on the team.”
Everyone let out small approvals at the news. You even cracked a smile. This was so mature for Tony, you were so proud of him.
“He agreed to come back on one condition.” Everyone practically leaned in with anticipation. Peter even stood on the couch to get a better view.
“He’ll come back, but only if Barnes gets a place, too.”
You felt like one of those cartoon characters. Your jaw practically dropped straight to the floor. Peter instantly looked down at me with wide eyes. But Rhodey, though…he was not having it at all.
“Are you high?!” he shouted, clenching his fists in fury.
“I wish I was,” Tony said under his breath with a sigh. “No Rhodey, I’m just trying to fix things for once.”
“And by fixing, you mean letting the man who killed your parents live under your roof?”
That’s when shit hit the fan.
“Hey, Barnes was brainwashed!” Scott shouted. “He didn’t mean any of that!”
“Oh yeah? Well, why didn’t he just walk away?” Rhodey retorted. “He could’ve at any point. He’s a damn master assassin!”
You glanced over at Peter, feeling a bit fearful. He gave you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder gently. You absolutely hated confrontation. Especially when it involved your work.
“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed. “At least think about this for a couple days!”
“Yeah, about that,” Tony said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I kinda already agreed to it. They should be here any minute.”
Your eyes nearly flew out of your head. You weren’t too sure about this. You knew Steve was a trustworthy man, but this Bucky guy…you were a bit wary of this. The only thing you knew about him was that he murdered a lot of innocent people, including Tony’s parents. Tony told you the entire thing personally after he’d nearly drank himself to death one night.
“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed again. You all instantly went quiet. “Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes have arrived.”
“Oh, cool,” he sighed. “Send them in, I guess.”
The elevator chimed mechanically, opening swiftly.
That’s when you felt it.
Your vision instantly blurred, creating kaleidoscope like patterns. You placed a hand on whoever was near you for support. Whoever the person was, they placed their hands on your shoulders, steadying you. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground surrounded by everyone. You feel hands cupping your face, forcing you to look up. Natasha stared back at you, her blue eyes widened with worry.
The heat between your legs was unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. It was almost unbearable. You felt a wave of arousal hit you at full force, preventing you from thinking straight.
Natasha leaned in far too close, inhaling deeply. Her eyes snapped open, her eyes completely dilated.
“Delta.” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily.
“Delta.” Peter repeated, his eyes dilating as well.
“Delta!” Wanda gasped, prowling closer to you with matching dilated eyes.
“Delta.” Sam followed behind her, his nostrils flaring.
You looked over at the elevator, past all the people slowly crowding around you.
Bucky’s eyes were completely dilated, his breaths coming out in short puffs. He was the one. He was the perfect mate and you wanted his knot and you wanted it now. You didn’t care if everyone watched; you needed him more than anything. You didn’t care who was in the way of your alpha.
“WAIT WHAT?” Tony practically squeaked, staring at you with wide eyes. “What do you guys mean delta? She’s not…oh no.” he inhaled, catching your scent of wild berries and pine trees. Of course you were a delta. Jesus, he was so stupid not to notice. You had no scent up until now.
Natasha dipped her nose into your neck, inhaling harshly. You let out a small whine, gently trying to push yourself away from her. It was no use. She was an alpha, far too strong for you.
Bucky let out a growl, snapping everyone’s eyes from you to him. The gears in his metal arm shifted threateningly as he clenched his fist harder. Your eyes instantly went to his, begging silently for him to take you away.
Before anyone was able to touch you, Tony scurried past everyone and snatched you away from Natasha. Well, he tried to.
Unfortunately, she grabbed ahold of your legs, planting her feet onto the ground to prevent him from leaving. “God damn it, Romanoff!” he spat. “Get your shit together before I make Fury fire you!”
In a flash, Thor scooped the redheaded woman up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder despite her angry shouts.
“Ah, I remember my first encounter with a delta!” he laughed, snatching a kicking and screaming Wanda up as well with his other arm.
Tony began dragging you away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the crazed people that darted towards you.
Peter had managed to grab onto your arm, only to be snatched up by Clint and thrown into one of the coat closets. “Jesus,” Clint sighed, placing a chair in front of the door. “You guys are so embarrassing.”
You caught a glimpse of Bruce running out of the building, his body shifting inhumanly large. Oh god, he was hulking out. Vision and Sam were practically rolling on the floor as the android gathered the man into a headlock. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sam spat, wiggling in his grasp.
Suddenly, a metal arm grabbed onto your ankle, tearing you away from Tony’s grasp. You cried out with glee at the sight of Bucky practically dragging you through the hall. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Bucky raced down the hallway, zooming through the halls for any empty rooms. He didn’t care if it was a janitor closet, as long as he could get his knot inside you and fast.
You dipped your head into his neck, pressing small kisses along the warm flesh. He let out a growl, kneading the flesh of your behind. You let out a small squeak at his actions. Bucky smelled like heaven. His scent was a mixture of cinnamon and the ocean, your favorite two things combined into the perfect alpha. You tangled your fingers through his hair, breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen.
“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Get your friend before he impregnates my successor!”
Suddenly, you and Bucky were on the ground. Steve’s shield rattled against the ground beside the two of you. Bucky let out a string of curses as he stood. Before he could get to you, he was tackled to the ground by Steve. The two men wrestled on the ground, throwing punch after punch.
Not knowing what else to do, you crawled towards the men and pounced onto Steve’s back.
“What the hell? Get off Y/N!” he shouted, stumbling backwards. Before Bucky could get to his feet once again, you were snatched from Steve’s back and hauled away from him.
“What the hell is wrong with you two? You’re like rabid bunnies on Viagra!” Tony exclaimed, dragging you away with all his might.
You cried out as you got farther and farther away from Bucky. Your heat slowly became more and more intense the farther you were apart. You watched helplessly as Steve planted his shield on his friend’s back and sat on it, preventing him from following this time.
You reached out and grabbed onto one of the door handles and tried to pull yourself away from Tony, only to have him swat your hands away. Turning the corner, the last thing you saw was Bucky lying helplessly beneath Steve.
Tony practically threw you into the first bedroom he found.
Unfortunately, you completely missed the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. You picked yourself up and cradled your bruised arm, snarling at Tony. The older man let out a sigh of relief, plopping down onto the bed. It was a spare bedroom, but it would do for now. He just needed to rest a bit. He really did need to get back in shape soon. Gosh, Pepper would be cackling at him right now.
“You are such a handful, you know that?” he sighed, watching you intently.
You glared up at him, your eyes still dilated completely black. You were still in heat. Great.
Tony let out a small chuckle, staring out the small window. You let out a small growl.
“You know, I remember these days when I was a kid.” He recalled, watching the birds fly past the building. Your eyes widened. What was he talking about?
“You see,” he said softly. “My mom was a delta, too.”
**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**
warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack
Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.
I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.
When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.
summary : stiles is a bit concerned for the reader’s relationship with derek, driving him to host an impromptu couple’s therapy session with results that leave him only slightly mortified and very uncomfortable.
Derek wasn’t sure when the entirety of the McCall pack coming over once a week for what they called a “a pack meeting” had become a thing, but it certainly was a prominent event that wasn’t going away anytime soon. He had learned to accept it after the first two months, and now it was routine for you and Derek to prepare the loft every Friday afternoon for an evening of loud teenagers barging into your home only semi-uninvited.
This time around, you were both sitting quietly on the couch. Your eyes were drifting shut every once in awhile, but Derek would nudge you awake when you looked as if you were going to pass out. You were curled up on separate ends of the couch when Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia, and Kira burst through the door. You suspected that Stiles had replicated your key. You were greeted with a chorus of hello’s that you and your boyfriend answered in mumbled, sleepy tones. Stiles sauntered into the living room first, taking a seat between you and Derek and ripping open a package of cookies as loudly as he could.
Derek opened one eye, staring sideways at Stiles. “Do you mind?”
“Sharing? No, not at all!” Stiles shoved the cookies at Derek, who gave Stiles a dirty look before glancing away and settling comfortably back into his couch. Confused as to why you weren’t sleeping under Derek’s arm as you usually were, Stiles elbowed you in the ribcage.
“Um, ouch,” you muttered, shoving Stiles away. “Stop harassing older women, that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you. Lydia won’t love you if you act like this toward her.” You pushed Stiles again, sending him into Derek’s side and letting out a laugh when Derek growled, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and sending him flying off the couch.
“Both of you are quite hostile tonight,” Stiles shook his head. “And you seem really distant toward each other. Anything going on?”
“Maybe we’re just tired,” Derek replied, yawning. You nodded with him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Not convinced, Stiles continued, “Yeah, but you two are always so touchy feely with each other that if you were really, genuinely tired and not being distant on purpose than Y/N would be drooling on your shoulder right now and not on your nice pillows. For old people, you’re very affectionate.” The rest of the pack filed in, taking their seats on the floor and the other two chairs.
“I don’t drool,” you protested as Derek said, “We’re not old!”
“See!” Stiles exclaimed. “You’re not even in tune with each other anymore. It’s sad. I’ve see this happen to the best of couples. It happened to Malia and I,” he pointed to his ex girlfriend with a sad look on his face before Malia scowled at him. He returned his only somewhat condescending stare back to you and Derek, looking at them almost pityingly.
“Stiles, what exactly are you implying?” Derek asked, folding his arms over his broad chest in an intimidating manner. Unbothered, Stiles said, “I’m not implying anything, I’m stating that I think you and Y/N are drifting apart from each other and need some couple’s therapy. Luckily, I am proficient in giving advice and supplying people with statistics.”
“Since when does anyone listen to your advice?” Scott said with a laugh. Stiles sent his best friend a glare.
“Anyways,” Stiles said loudly, “Studies show that majority of happy couples are having sex at least twice a week. Now,” he turned to everyone as if he was a teacher, clearly delighted to have the attention on him, “as you should know from health class, sex releases endorphins, which increases the bond between a person and their partner. So, if you guys are being distant, it might be because you’re not going at it enough.
Derek, holding back his laughter, reached over Stiles and squeezed your hand. You were practically about to burst, you were holding in your giggles so tightly. “Um, Stiles, I think it’s safe to say that the sex thing isn’t an issue.”
Adamant that he was correct, Stiles ignored him and continued talking, “I mean, you’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Y/N looks exhausted, and you, Derek, look dead, no offense. Clearly, you’ve been arguing. Probably screaming back and forth at each other for hours before we got here.”
You snickered, then said, “Yeah, I’d say there was definitely some screaming.” Lydia’s face went bright red at this comment as she finally realized what you were hinting at. Catching your attention, she made a gagging motion, causing you to laugh harder. Scott was the next to catch on, and he looked absolutely terrified. He poked Kira in the arm, explaining what was going on low enough so that Stiles couldn’t hear. Liam was filling Malia in on what was happening as well, but the poor boy appeared horrified at the doings of two people he considered to be second parents to him.
“Exactly!” Stiles snapped his fingers. “There lies the issue.”
“Stiles, I think the issue here is that you’re an idiot.” Derek smiled at him.
“Look, I’m just trying to help you guys,” he said defensively. “When couples stop being intimate with each other, it leads to eventual break ups, and divorce in the case of being married to the other person. I happen to think you and Y/N make a lovely couple, and it would be a shame to see your relationship end because you couldn’t face the facts.”
“Trust me on this, intimacy is not the reason we’re being so distant right now,” you informed the boy, patting his shoulder gently.
“Then what is?” He questioned impatiently.
“Well, kiddo,” Derek gripped Stiles’ other shoulder, “when I say that intimacy isn’t a problem, I mean that it really, really isn’t a problem. It’s probably the least of mine and Y/N’s worries, to be completely honest.”
Scrunching his nose, Stiles looked around at the flushed faces of his pack mates and the barely stifled smiles everyone had on their faces. “I- I don’t get it?”
Clearing your throat, you said, “Derek and I are already a pretty… intimate couple. So intimate, in fact, that the reason we’re being distant is because we’re actually kind of tired from, um, previous actions… if you catch my drift.”
Stiles at first still appeared confused, but when you and Derek began cracking up again, realization dawned in his eyes. The look of disgust on his face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter, practically falling onto the floor when the teenager jumped up from the couch, gagging and making an array of faces.
“You are disgusting,” he shuddered. “I cannot believe- how could you just… oh my god! You’re two old people having sex, I’m so grossed out right now I might cry, I’m just… Y/N, you’re like my big sister and you’re having sex and you just told me and you just had sex like an hour ago and now you’re tired from it and I’m actually going to puke now and maybe die okay goodnight!” With a last horrified glance at you and Derek, he practically sprinted out of the loft, practically in tears.
The rest of the pack filed out shortly after, tears of laughter in their eyes, and you apologized to Liam since he was the youngest and probably the most petrified- save for Stiles. After they were gone, you snuggled up next to Derek on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your head lightly, arm around your shoulders.
“What an enlightening couple’s therapy session, huh?” You joked, poking Derek’s side. He rolled his eyes again, as he always did when Stiles or anything to do with Stiles was mentioned. “Aw, c’mon, honey, it was pretty hilarious. I think I really learned a lot,” you laughed.
“Yeah, I learned that Stiles is dumber than I originally thought and that you have a really cute laugh,” Derek paused. “Actually, I knew that before, so I only learned one new thing today. I mean, everyone else caught on, even little Liam. And he’s, what, five?”
“Sixteen, Derek,” you patted your boyfriend’s chest.
“Same difference,” he said. “Anyways, maybe we could start being a little more intimate.” He winked at you, placing his hand on your cheek and turning your face toward him.
“Derek, we literally have sex every day, how much more intimate can we get?” You raised your eyebrows, letting out a squeal when Derek suddenly lifted you in the air, lips pressing against every area of your skin that he could reach as he said, “How does twice a day sound?”
It was the small things you noticed about Theo. His constant day dreaming and fear stricken expression he wore every time he was brought out of his day dream. His constant bickering with Scott and Stiles in the hallways and in classes. His negativity was not a result of his overly sarcastic personality, but because of the darkness in his heart.
But nevertheless, Theo did find himself attached to you. Whether he’d agree to it or not. He was protective. He did not want the one good thing in his life to be taken away, too. He’d constantly look for you whenever you two were separated.
In History, the one class he had with Scott and Stiles but not with you, he and Scott smelt the smoke before the fire alarms even went off. He immediately shot up from his chair, knowing that the smoke burned your lungs almost as bad as cursing molted your wings, and ran to the door, but got called back by the teacher. “You have to stay with the class, Mr. Raeken.” Theo huffed and rolled his shoulders back.
As the class evacuated, he attempted to catch your scent but couldn’t with the smoke polluting the air. Theo grabbed Scott’s shoulder, making the alpha and his best friend turn to glare at the chimera. “What, Theo?” Scott snapped.
“Look, I don’t care if I hate you or if you hate me. But (Y/N). She… she can’t breath in the smoke. I can’t catch her scent. Please, Scott.” Theo practically begged. Although Stiles had said hell to the no, Scott agreed not wanting an innocent life to be lost.
The two snuck back into the school and attempted to search for you. Eventually they found you in the cafeteria, the source of the fire, he figured that you were helping the lunch ladies evacuate, forgetting that you would suffocate in the smoke. “God, you’re such an angel… It’s literally going to kill you, (Y/N).” Theo whispered as he scooped up your small body and brought you outside.
As he passed the two outside, he nodded and muttered a “thank you.” He figured that you, being supernatural, might not want to be sent to the hospital so instead he kept you hidden in his truck until you regained consciousness. He watched as you slept, your head slumped to the side, resting on the window. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.
And that’s when he knew that there was a slight possibility that he might actually have fallen for an angel.
You have been driving on a long road to get to the this stop, but it was worth it. You found it hard to show Theo the “right path” for he was so consumed by the darkness of his past. But it wasn’t impossible to get him to face the right direction, towards the light.
“If you’re an angel, you’re going to help that kid if I trip him, right?” Theo pondered, nodding over to Mason and Corey, who were both walking your way.
You tilted your head and began to protest, “please, don’t-” but it was too late, Theo stuck his leg out, tripping Mason.
You sprung into action, reaching out and getting a grip on the teen before he could completely fall on the floor. “Thanks.” He muttered, dusting himself off before taking Mason’s hand and walking off.
“That was graceful.” Theo complimented, a smirk forming on his face.
“And that was rude. You should apologize.” You said, crossing your arms. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, wordlessly fighting for dominance. You ultimately losing to his stubbornness.
But as weeks flew by, Theo showed less aggression and plain out rudeness.
The two of you were leaned up against the lockers. His words were no longer snarky and challenging. Instead he spoke as though the two of you have been friends for ages.
His arms were crossed as his left shoulder leaned into his locker, his eyebrows raising at something you said about your older sister loving a human.
“Is it bad for an angel to love a non-angel?” He inquired, genuinely curious, wanting to know if his bubbling feelings could ever be reciprocated.
You shrugged, feeling your wings rub against your denim jacket. “It’s not bad, exactly. More like frowned upon. We’d have to give up our wings to be with them. It’s seen as turning your back against your family and God.”
“Good thing I’m an atheist.” Theo joked. His foot was slightly out, causing Liam, who was rushing past to meet with Hayden, to trip over. But Theo acted quickly, reaching over and balancing the beta. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean it. Honest.” You smiled at his improvement. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all.
Theo’s fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you towards your next period. You knew it was a friendly gesture but you couldn’t help the heat rising to your face. “C’mon, (Y/N). Angels don’t skip class.” And then you felt your heart beat faster and the blush on your cheeks intensifying
“My sister gave up her wings.” You informed Theo. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You shared that your sister fell in love with a human but he never knew just how extreme she’d got be with him.
He carried your books as the two of you walked side by side. To those passing by, you two looked more like a couple than an angel and her ward. “Would you ever do it?” He asked. You glanced over to him. “Give up your wings?”
You shook your head. “Never. I love being an angel.”
“Even if you truly loved a non-angel?” He questioned, his brows furrowing.
“Angels aren’t selfish. We don’t give up our wings because of our own selfish interests. We shouldn’t want both.” You explained.
“It’s okay to want something for yourself.” He muttered, feeling his heart break a bit as he shoved your books into your hands and walked off. You being left shaken and confused.
But he didn’t know that in your mind, you’ve considered it. You’ve considered the possibility of your wings leaving you, unburdening you. You’ve considered being with Theo, not because you have to but because you’d love to. In the months you’ve spent with each other, you knew one thing for certain. You love Theo Raeken.
You confided in your mother about your conflicted feelings. “I apologize if I disappoint you, mother. I just… I love him… I really do. And I know (Y/S/N) has disappointed you enough, but-”
“Beacon Hills has really taught my girls to bloom. You both found love here. I’d hate for our family and our values to get in the way of that. But (Y/N), love comes with a price. I think you know that. But when that love is as true as can be, a part of your past life as an angel shall remain with you.“ She smiled. You nodded. “So be free my little angel. Fly to where your heart leads you.”
And that’s exactly what you did.
“Theo!” You called out, knowing that he’d be in a clearing, past the bridge where they found his sister. You flied past the trees but not too high where you’d get caught. You enjoyed your last flight as an angel, but something told you it wasn’t your last.
“What are you doing here?” He questioned, his guard up high like it once was.
“I love you.” You confessed. “I love you, Theo Raeken.”
“Finally…” Theo muttered as he pulled you close and into a kiss. “I love you, too…”
“Some Things Change.” You sighed. “And whether it’s good or bad, I’ll accept change if it means I can be with you.”
And then you felt your wings sink into your skin. It wasn’t painful, though it was a weird sensation. Your wings had engraved themselves as tattoos of angel wings, covering your shoulder blades and all of your back. You felt as if it wasn’t the last time you’d see those wings because although they were physically gone, you knew you would soar in the sky once more. You knew you didn’t completely give up being an angel just yet.
(Oh and this is what I was attempting to describe but they aren’t the same wings.)
Anon: nct 127 + ten, hansol & kun to a guy asking out their gf when he’s in infront of them?? btw i love your blog so much!!!
This is very, very long so apologies in advance lmao I just get carried away with the cute, fluffy requests lol
Thank you to @markleetrashh who inspired me with the ideas for, Kun, Jaehyun and Mark’ reactions! Her ideas were so cute, so I hope I’ve done them justice. And to @suhsexual for the ideas she out forward too, thank you!
When one of your male friends from high school greeted you at a party you were at, Taeil wasn’t bothered with his blatant flirting and attempts to win you over. He trusted you enough to know you would never lead another guy on, especially in front of him, finding it rather amusing to see his shameless attempts.
However, as soon as the guy asked you out for a date the next week, his mood would change. He’d definitely be bothered by it, although it wouldn’t show on his face at the time. You’d turn the guy down politely, dragging an unusually quiet Taeil away with you.
Taeil would usually always have a hard time expressing his feelings and thoughts to you, usually suppressing them without realising. He’d feel a little insecure after the guy asked you out, probably overthinking your relationship too. He’d realise that you could probably have someone else who could treat you better than him, and always be there with you than away on schedules.
His weird behaviour would go on for a couple days (after the incident), until you noticed it and confronted him about it; you knew that unless you asked him about it, he probably wouldn’t ever tell you. After some comforting words from you, and time of course, he’d tell you, quietly murmuring about how he feels a little insecure and worried about your relationship now; he wouldn’t say much, but the words he did speak, would be very sincere and heartfet.
Your eyes would soften at his words, your hand reaching out to squeeze his hands reassuringly. He’d probably be okay after that, but you’d just have to be careful around other guys, and try to keep your distance from them if they were the flirting-type.
Hansol wouldn’t be the jealous type, so like Taeil, wouldn’t be bothered by the guy in front of you flirting with you. Hansol would have an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders, not really paying much attention to the conversation or questions being asked. He honestly wouldn’t be that interested in the guy, his mind probably running off to think about Yuta food instead.
The guy would eventually ask you out, after about 20 minutes of trying to flirt with you (and you just being polite and trying your best to subtly get him to shut up) Hansol’s head would immediately snap to look at you, eyes searching your face frantically. Although he didn’t care that someone had just asked you out, he’d worry about what you’d say.
You looked up at him, frowning when you see his face laced with confusion, his puppy-dog eyes and a pout on his face. He’d feel a pang of hurt in his heart, seriously thinking that maybe you might agree to this guy’s date. He’d rarely feel any self-doubt, but he would right there.
Stuttering out a polite “no, thank you”, you’d be pulled away by Hansol, who took you away into a private space elsewhere. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your smaller frame towards him so his larger one practically engulfed you. You’d think at first that he was upset, but then you felt him smiling against your skin, lighting giggling. Swinging you side to side gently, he’d be all giggly and fluffy, feeling extremely privileged and special that you said no.
Johnny would be standing behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, his head resting on your shoulder as he watched with amusement, some random trying to chat you up. The guy must’ve not realised that you two were an item, despite how Johnny was holding you, continuing to throw out some pick up lines and compliments.
When he asked you to meet up for coffee the next day, Johnny would literally burst out laughing, surprising the guy and you. You’d stare at him in shock, confused as to what exactly he was laughing at. Johnny would be bent over his knees, laughing hysterically and occasionally trying to stand up properly to control himself, but then failing miserably and starting laugh again.
The guy would look petrified at this point, probably finally making the connection that you and Johnny were together and feeling embarrassed. He’d turn to you apologetically, stuttering out an apology and then another to Johnny (whose still laughing), before scurrying away in shame.
Watching him go, you’d turn back to Johnny, hitting him harshly on the shoulder in annoyance. He’d wince at your action, finally deciding to stop laughing and to be mature at last. He’d look at you innocently, rubbing his shoulder. “Why did you have to do that Johnny? Look at what you’ve done!” You’d cry, throwing your arms up in anger. You had never been so embarrassed in your life, irritated at his lack of sensitivity and maturity.
You’d walk away in a huff, ignoring Johnny’s apologies and attempts to calm you down. This’d go on for a few days, until your temper went down and you could finally forgive him. After that incident, he’d be more mature about this kind of thing, which you’d appreciate a lot.
Taeyong would probably spot the guy eyeing you up before you even noticed him. He seems very observant and could easily read people and their intentions without even trying to. He’d watch the guy intensely, biting his lip with nerves. He’d probably get a little more clingy with you too, but not so much that you found his behaviour weird.
But once Taeyong started to tune out a bit, doing what looked like day-dreaming to you, you got worried. Placing a hand affectionately on his chest, you’d grab his attention, his head turning down to look at you and give you a small smile. He’d very quickly though, look back up at the guy who was still staring at you with admiration.
Following his gaze with confusion, your meet eyes with the guy in question, jumping in shock slightly when you see how intensely this guy was staring at you. He’d start to walk towards you, smirking at you, totally unfazed that you had just caught him staring. You’d feel Taeyong wrap his arm even tighter around your waist; you swore you even heard him groan lowly, which sounded a bit like a growl actually, a sign he wasn’t happy at all.
In fact, the guy wouldn’t even have the chance to talk to you, let alone ask you out, since you just took hold of Taeyong’s arm and walked in the opposite direction. It was hard at first, since Taeyong was so stubborn and probably wanted to stay and yell at the guy or something, but eventually he just let you drag him elsewhere.
You’d stroke his face and play with his hair, murmuring how you loved him and would never leave him so wouldn’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away. He’d need reassurance and a lot of affection from you to calm down, his normal clingy self being amplified by literally hundreds in moments like this.
It’d be annoying at first, but eventually you too would be able to read people and tell if they wanted more from you than just a polite chat, so stopping this side of Taeyong from coming out.
this gif actually fits in perfectly wtf lmaooooo
I can imagine that Yuta would already be extremely clingy and affectionate in your relationship, in private and in public. Therefore it’d come as a shock, and insult, to him if anyone tried asking you out. Like, isn’t it a bit obvious that he’s your boyfriend and not a friend or brother, if he’s kissing you and cuddling with you?
He’d probably ignore the guy who was trying to get your attention, just sticking to playing with your hair and adjusting your jacket occasionally. Little gestures like that would always make you blush, but this guy probably thought he was the one making you blush. When he asked you out, Yuta would stare at him darkly, looking him up and down as if he was judging how much of an idiot this guy was.
He’d look visibly offended and annoyed, huffing and scoffing at him, a look of disgust on his face. He would genuinely be insulted by this guy’s question, wondering how stupid he must be, to not make the link between you and Yuta.
You politely turned him down, aware of Yuta beside you, explaining that although he was a lovely guy, you already had a boyfriend but knew he’d find someone eventually. Gesturing to Yuta, he’d grab your hand, pecking the back of it in adoration before lacing his fingers with yours. The guy would nod, muttering a “bye” before walking away.
Yuta’s mood would change, instantly turning smug and quite self-assured once you two were left alone. He’d be proud of you for turning him down lightly like that, enjoying how people wanted you as much as he did, yet he was he only one who could actually have you. So yes, after he’d be very cocky and playful, teasing you about your “millions of admirers”.
Although Kun would usually struggle with expressing his feelings to you visibly, he wouldn’t have a problem with showing his jealousy or discomfort. He’d be so different to his usual self, one who acted like an angel, treated you like a princess and was very, very sensitive to other people. But honestly though, he’d completely change if someone ever tried stealing you away.
Kun is totally the type to have a resting bitch face if he was mad, turning extremely cold and icey towards everyone and anyone. He’d let the guy at least try, and although wouldn’t show it, would find his pathetic attempts funny and maybe just a lil bit innocent too.
Scanning his face, Kun would judge the guy, seeing how much of a threat he is, seeing how he should handle the situation. Keeping a straight face, he’d lace his fingers wth yours slowly, giving your hand a little squeeze of reassurance, once he noticed you looking up at him in confusion for his odd behaviour.
The guy wouldn’t have the chance to even ask you out as Kun would interrupt him suddenly, lifting up your intertwined hands between you. Gesturing towards them, he’d say: “sorry, but she’s not interested. She’s busy with me. And no, she’s not going to pick you over me. Bye.” Turning sharply on his heels and walking away, he’d keep your hands locked, you struggling to keep you with his fast strides.
In a way you’d be thankful for how he handled the situation, and for being polite about it, but then again, you’d feel slightly bad for not saying goodbye to the guy. That worry just just disappear though when Kun returned to his normal self, explaining that he was just a little bit jealous and that he loved you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long even if you tried to.
this has nothing to do with the reaction lmao but he looks amazing here so ijust had too
Doyoung’ reaction would be similar to Johnny’s, but the difference is Doyoung would probably be more direct and obvious about it. Unlike Johnny, he’d already be trying to make the guy uncomfortable, making comments on his clothing and hair. It’d sound quite rude at first, but this is just his personality and in his nature; he wouldn’t mean any of it, he was just nervous. He wouldn’t make much of a deal with skinship, probably liking how the guy had no idea who he was dealing with. Honestly, he’d probably think Doyoung was your brother or best friend, not boyfriend.
Ignoring Doyoung’s remarks and apologising literally after every comment he made, you’d continue chatting with this guy, probably not realising that he was flirting with you. So, in a way, Doyoung acting like that was pretty good, and worked as a defensive mechanism to you and your naiveness. Doyoung would be internally annoyed at you; the signs would be so clear to him and yet they were so distinctive to you.
Eventually the guy would ask you out, a hopeful look in his eyes. He’d probably be younger than you, and very harmless too. As you were about to answer (no), Doyoung interrupted, laughing hysterically and pointing at the guy. “You honestly think, that my girlfriend, would, would choose you, over me?” He’d say between breathes. The guy would then realise what he done done, turning to you and apologising before walking away in embarrassment.
You’d be shocked at Doyoung’s behaviour, finding it quite immature and stupid. It’d probably end up in an argument too; Doyoung accusing you of being stupid and not stopping him sooner, you telling him how rude and insensitive he was. It’d be a big deal and probably the most dramatic reaction out of all the members. But things would blow over eventually - you wouldn’t be able to mad at each other for that long.
Communication between you and Ten would be relatively easy and open. You’d know what each other were thinking a lot of the time, something a lot of couples lack in and therefore, suffer from. He would know that you didn’t like it when people got jealous, so would always try to conceal his jealousy so to prevent problems. Sometimes it’d be relatively easy for him to do so; but other times, he’d struggle to hold back his insecurities. Those “other times” would be if some guy ever flirted with you or asked you out.
Ten would have an arm wrapped round your shoulders, his foot tapping as a sign of his nervousness, his lip caught between his teeth. He’d frown at the guy in front of you, unsure of what he exactly wanted from you. He wouldn’t want to be jealous unnecessarily, so would be hanging onto his every word waiting for a sign that might give his intentions away.
Unusually quiet, he’d surprise all three of you when he answered the guy’s question to you for a date, snapping suddenly. A ragged sigh would escape his lips, the exasperated sound silencing you all. Shutting his eyes in attempt to control himself and his jealousy, he’d calmly ask the guy to leave, gesturing with a hand in the opposite direction. You’d feel his arm move from your shoulders to your waist, tightening defensively. Although you didn’t look at him, rather looking down at the floor, you could only imagine that Ten’s face was red with adrenaline and anger.
After a few moments, you hear the guy walk away questioningly, not bothering to ask you again or ask what his problem was. Ten would let out a sigh of relief, pulling his limbs away from you and burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment. He’d mutter out a sincere apology, cursing himself for snapping and being rude.
Originally you wanted to smack Ten for his stupidness and for snapping, but when you saw him flushed with shame, your heart softened and you cursed yourself for not noticing his jealousy earlier. He’d always be very cuddly after things like this, hiding his face in your hair in attempt to cool down and recover from earlier.
Jaehyun would literally have two completely different ways of reacting to someone asking you out, but it’d all depend on his mood and how he was feeling.
If he was in a good mood, he’d find the whole situation quite light-hearted and funny, but not going as far as embarrassing the guy, like some of the other members might. He’d be very smiley despite the situation, and a little sarcastic too. He’d say things like “babe, look at you attracting so many guys!” or “I can’t believe everyone wants my girlfriend, shame I don’t like sharing!” They’d be quite sarcastic and funny, his subtle way of telling the guy to basically scram. When he’s like this, it wouldn’t even reach the situation of someone asking you out, just a bit of flirting, since the guy would quickly catch on and then leave you both to it.
But if he was in a bad mood, or tired or hungry for example, he wouldn’t hesitate to be rude and snappy with the guy. He might even go as for as arguing or threatening the guy a little, anything to make him back off even if it was harmless (e.g. a teenage boy) He’d come across as quite scary to other guy, due to his unusually straight face and dark glare. In fact, it’d even scare you a bit, since you were so used to seeing a cute and fluffy Jaehyun. The guy might still try asking you out if he wasn’t already scared to death lmfao but then would immediately retreat and leave when he heard Jaehyun literally growl at him, scowling deeply.
With a little reassurance and some cutesy words from you though, Jaehyun would eventually turn back to his normal self, a grin playing on his lips. Either way, Jaehyun probably wouldn’t be the type to get jealous easily anyway, so both of these would be very, very rare.
I feel like it would be very “normal” in a sense to have guys attempt to approach you for a date if you were dating Sicheng. More than with any other member. It’s quite easy to overpower him and make him feel quite small, and people might take advantage of this, using it for their own benefit.
And typically, the same thing would happen. Some arrogant, self centred guy would greet you, flashing their pearly whites and winking at you occasionally. They’d completely blank WinWin despite his innocent efforts to say hi to him too and introduce himself. Honestly WinWin would be too innocent towards anything and probably too naïve (at first) to realise that this guy only came up to you, to flirt with you. It’s probably also be the reason why it happened too - he wouldn’t be able to stop things from getting worse because he wouldn’t be able to notice the warning signs.
They’d start a conversation with you, ignoring WinWin’s inputs or polite questions. Eventually they’d just snap at him, telling him to “fuck off or shut up”. Immediately, WinWin would stop talking, taken aback by his demand. It still wouldn’t click though to him; his mind would be completely blank and he’d genuinely think that he had done something wrong. Stupidly, WinWin would apologise, even beginning to leave and walk away, as the guy just rolled his eyes at him.
You’d gawp at the guy, feeling insulted by what he had just said and pulled WinWin back by the arm. Scowling at the guy, you’d turn to WinWin asking him if he was okay and that he shouldn’t listen to him, before turning back to him and yelling at him. You’d ask him what he said that, why he was so cruel to him, not giving him a chance to reply, before telling him that he would be the one to “fuck off or shut up”. The guy would try to protest, but then would give up swearing at you and walk away from you.
So technically, in moments like this, WinWin would have literally no reaction because 1) it wouldn’t even reach the point where he could ask you out since you’d quickly get irritated by him, and 2) WinWin wouldn’t do or say anything, oblivious to the guys attempts to woo you. He’d feel a little insecure and jealous afterwards, probably by overthinking it, but would quickly get over it once he remembered how you stood up for him.
Mark would act very mature for his age and polite during times like these. He’s too nice and too polite to be rude to people, even if they get on his nerves or irritate him. I think he’s probably good at hiding his feelings too, or at least, hiding them until a later date where it’s more of a suitable time and place to express them.
Of course, he’d feel jealous and insecure when some guy greeted you, already flirting with you with his eyes, barely acknowledging Mark. Eyeing the guy from the side, listening to how he spoke to you and thinking about what he actually wanted from you, he’d subconsciously edge his way closer to you, as if to protect you.
Reaching out, he’d grab your hand, holding in between both of his hands and rubbing the back of your hand comfortingly with the pad of his thumb. He’d frown when he saw that the guy continued to ignore him and didn’t look at your interlinked fingers, something that Mark did in hope of him noticing.
Once the conversation subsided a bit, Mark would quietly speak up, politely telling the guy that you were already taken, by himself, and that you had no interest in speaking to him again. Nodding along to confirm Mark’s words, the guy would finally notice your hands, pointing to them and gawping a bit.
He’d apologise, saying that he had no clue and was sorry. Mark would make sure there were no disagreements or hard feelings between any of you. He didn’t want to make an enemy and certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone else’s feelings, even if his own heart felt a little crushed.
Haechan would be the type to get very insecure in his relationship with you and would need the adoration of you to feel even just a little bit confident. I think sometimes he might feel like second-best to other people in his life; so, in the one thing that he could definitely be first choice in (aka. your relationship), you’d have to tread carefully. One time that he could get insecure as a result of. Would be if any other guy, tried flirting or asking you out. But he’d have different ways of reacting depending of the guy.
If he was older than Haechan, he’d be very timid and quiet, utterly like himself. He’d silently stand next to you, shoulders hunched, hands held tightly together in front of him, and he’d look down to the ground. It’d honestly be so heartbreaking to see him like like; it’d be like he was an infant getting told off for being in trouble. He wouldn’t say anything as you exchanged friendly comments with the guy. As soon as he asked you out for a date, Haechan’s breathe would catch in his throat, waiting for your reply (probably expecting you to agree as well) Of course, you’d turn him down and, later on, once it was only the two of you, would he start to return to his normal self. He’d refuse to talk about earlier, preferring to just forget about it.
If he was younger than Haechan, he’d literally answer his question (for a date) for you. Sharply he’d bark out a “no”, shrugging his shoulders innocently as if to say “too late mate, why d'you even try?” He’d be more dominating and more confident to stand up for himself and your relationship. Although he’d be more relaxed like this, it wouldn’t mean that he still didn’t feel extremely jealous.
Honestly, it wouldn’t matter to him who in the guy in question would be, or even how Haechan would react in the moment - he’d always feel slightly intimidated and threatened by other guys.