idk there is something about them just being in close proximity to each other

this is my @aftgexchange gift for @sirandking i’m not sure if this is quite what u were hoping for n it’s messy but idk i kinda like it 

tw for mentions of alcohol as a coping mechanism, as well as super brief blink-and-you-miss-it mentions of riko, drugs and self-harm

ao3 link


“That sweater is new,” Kevin comments as he seats himself in the beanbag next to Andrew’s, passing over a mug of coffee as he does so. It’s a small, meaningless comment - the kind of small talk they both collectively despise - but it’s something, and since the death of Riko, Kevin’s found that there are not really any other threads connecting the two of them. Silence has panned out between them for weeks. He tells himself he’s irritated by it because it’s bad for the team’s dynamics - a rapport with your teammates is essential for a successful team. He won’t admit that Andrew is probably the closest thing to a friend Kevin has around here, except for maybe Neil.

He doesn’t expect his comment to be dignified with a response; he knows Andrew well enough to know to expect perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a stony look his way, questioning and judging his observation. Nevertheless, the silence makes him ever-so-slightly self-conscious, so as his eyes catch the way the sleeves fall over Andrew’s hands, he tacks on a lousy “–and too big for you.”

Andrew Minyard has always been best at defying expectations.

“It’s not mine,” he responds coolly, devoid of emotion or even acknowledgment, eyes still trained on the contents of his mug as he mutters, as though talking to no one.

It’s an easy enough admittance, casual and shameless, yet it still manages to leave Kevin embarrassingly taken aback. He knows, realistically, that he probably has the best insight into the relationship between Andrew and Neil than any other outsider, however he’s still never quite got it. The logical part of his brain tells him it shouldn’t work - two people both so shattered and fiery, like shards of broken glass, in such close proximity can only end in further shattering, as far as he’s aware. And flames. It’s concerning, something with so much power, with so many sparks - just one wrong move could become a savage wildfire that burns his team down to nothing more than ashes. It’s risky and dangerous and stupid and he hates it, is terrified of it, but this admittance that comes so easily changes something in him.

Because something about the idea of Andrew Minyard curled into a beanbag with a cup of coffee and his boyfriend ’s (and isn’t that in itself another unexpected and ever-so-slightly strange thing to wrap his head around) sweater on feels less like untamed sparks and more like a candle light. And that’s much more soothing than terrifying, even if it is still a little strange to him.  

Perhaps trying to understand this would be a good idea, he concludes. So he asks “When did all this start for you anyway?” waving a hand conspiratorially to punctuate the question. And this time he’s almost convinced he’ll be ignored, or delivered a vague, meaningless answer as a result of the unspecific question, but the furrow of Andrew’s brow as he lifts his gaze up to Kevin’s tells him otherwise. It’s a strange, uncharted territory.

“February.”

“You liked him before then,” Kevin suddenly finds himself accusing before he can stop himself, still processing this new information, whilst considering every sign he could remember, the most poignant being the way Andrew did things for nobody but Neil. Could only have his arm twisted by Neil. Had always drifted towards Neil, had never raised a knife to Neil, had always been straight with admittances to Neil; Neil, Neil, Neil was the exception to every rule of the Andrew Minyard handbook, the one Kevin had studied meticulously and still never found a loophole in. He finds himself itching to know more.

“I hate him.” Andrew deadpans, a reflex at this point, and if Kevin was anyone else, he’d have furrowed his brow, wrinkled up his nose, frowned and found himself reprimanding Andrew, but he’s not anyone else, so he smirks instead, because he thinks he’s finally starting to understand how Andrew works, and this kind of understanding is as scintillating as it is spine-chilling, like watching a horror film, driving past a car crash or finding a spider in your room - the kind of fear that keeps you captivated, unable to tear your eyes away from it even when you know it’s awful, and you shouldn’t, and if this is what Andrew feels around Neil, no wonder he hates him. Andrew has never enjoyed feeling, as far as Kevin knows, and something so intense and contradictory, something that can’t be calculated and analysed can only be devastating.

The words “I know,” feel foreign and awkward on his tongue, his body tense as they slip out and it all multiplies when Andrew’s blank stare shifts from the mug he warms his hands on to Kevin’s face. “Why him?” he eggs on, trying to coax something out of Andrew, whether it be more answers and information, something to help him understand, or just a reaction, something to put the world back in order and dissolve the itchy curiosity and mere residue of fear that has settled on his skin.

Andrew ignores it entirely. “You’ve reached your daily quota of questions you can ask me for free.” He pauses, as though considering something for a moment, before finally deciding against whatever it is and dismissing Kevin with a curt “You can go now.”

Kevin goes.


The next time Kevin sees Andrew, it’s because he’s paused the exy game on his laptop and emerged from his room for the first time in hours after smelling something divine. He is greeted with the sight of an unholy amount of Indian food scattered across the table, and isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss Andrew (if he was not in a relationship, if Andrew was not in a relationship, if either of them were in any way attracted to each other and if he had a death wish - none of which are even remotely true) or kill him, because really , this is not how future professional athletes should eat, but he can hear Jean’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to loosen the tight leash of control he has over his life in order for total success, thus he reluctantly picks up the spare fork left on the side and a tub of something orange, before sitting on the other end of

the sofa to Andrew.

“Nicky and Aaron will be here soon,” Andrew states at the exact same time that Kevin asks “Where’s Neil?”, changing his course of action to start Kevin down instead.

There’s a handful of new mottled bruises adorning his face from who knows where, and a nasty looking cut beneath his eye that he’s certain Aaron will fuss over later, much to Andrew’s dismay, and for a moment he considers asking if he’s okay,  before swiftly realising what a stupid idea that is and dismissing it completely as Andrew opens his mouth again.

“I’m not his keeper.”

“I know.” Again. Andrew sighs.

“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it.

“Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.”

“Deal.”

“It’s my turn.” His gaze shoots skywards, face contorting in mock-thought. “Why are you so interested?”

“In?”

He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?” is punctuated with a sigh. “Me and Neil.”

“I don’t understand it,” is all Kevin replies, because, really, he’s not all too sure.

“Understand what?”

“Any of it. It’s a lot to process.” Andrew nods as Kevin finishes, despite the answer being indisputably lame.

“It’s your turn.”

“Why him?” falls out of Kevin’s mouth again like a reflex. He watches as Andrew’s blank expression twitches and his eyes shut for a second in something akin to stoicism.

“He’s interesting.” Kevin knows how much that means from a perpetually bored man.

“He’s kind of messed up,” he replies hesitantly, though there’s really no “kind of,” - there’s not doubt that Neil’s messed up - and he isn’t sure whether his words are a challenge or a disagreement.

There’s something almost wistful in Andrew’s eyes. “Exactly.”

Kevin gets that, too. The reason things have always worked with Thea, even when others told him, told both of them , that they shouldn’t, is because she always got it. She knew what it was like to be a Raven, she knew the complicated relationship he had with Riko and the Moriyamas, she never judged, never told him his reactions were gratuitous or invalid, she just understood .

Understanding, true understanding, is unparalleled in rarity, and perhaps the most coveted trait of all.

“Why alcohol?” interrupts Kevin from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment longer than it should to process that it’s Andrew’s turn again.

“What?” Kevin asks, wrinkling up his face.

“You could have any coping mechanism you wanted: drugs, self-harm, running yourself to the bone, food addiction, therapy, adult colouring books…” he lists off, his eyes infinitesimally lighter than usual, and Kevin resists the urge to roll his eyes, because of course the only person who can amuse Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard. “Why alcohol?” he repeats.

“It’s the only thing that can make me forget.”

“There are drugs that could do that much easier,” Andrew replies, but there are lines in his forehead as he tacks on “probably.”

“After Seth and Aaron,” Kevin responds cautiously, “and you – cracker dust is the worst I swore I’d ever do. And that–” he pauses again, mind casting him back to nights at Eden, panic attacks in toilet stalls and the burn in his throat that leaves his brain null and void of all things Evermore. “–It’s not enough on its own.”

“It’s weak. And unhealthy.”

“I know.” He replies, and there’s something cold and cumbersome building up at the pit of his stomach as the topic is stretched out like an elastic band, millimetres away from snapping or closing back in on itself, so he tries his hardest not to trip over words as they stumble out of his mouth. “It’s my turn again. How does it work - you and him - after everything? Your past. How do you–”

“No.” Andrew cuts him off, fists clenching tighter around the cutlery in his hands. “You don’t get to ask that. Something else.”

Kevin doesn’t say sorry, but his face does, even if there’s something about pulling a reaction out of Andrew that sets his nerves on fire. “What are you scared of?”

Andrew blinks at him once, empty composure regained. “Heights.”

Kevin’s face wrinkles up. How can a man who has spent so long mocking Kevin for his fears of the Moriyamas, of the Ravens, of death , be afraid of something so trivial, something that is a fear of death, in a way, in itself. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of death.”

“I’m not.” Andrew replies, a hint of a sneer on his face as he adds “And I hate that word.”

“Afraid?” Kevin asks, shrugging when Andrew nods. “If you’re not afraid of death, what is it about heights that you’re scared of?”

“Falling.” Andrew replies hollowly, and Kevin’s about to ask more, about to ask about how he can go to a rooftop so often with Neil - does Neil know? - when the conversation is interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and the two boys shift around just in time to watch a drenched Neil, looking like he’s just taken a fully-clothed shower, stumble through the door, flanked by Dan and Allison, both also varying levels of waterlogged.

As the girls immediately make their way over to the excess of food lying on the table, eyes wide and begging Andrew and Kevin to let them have some, Neil slides effortlessly into the space between them and turns to Andrew, who tentatively reaches out towards him and ruffles a hand through his hair, watching as Neil slides his soiled jacket off and finally wiping his now wet hand on Neil’s shirt to dry it.

The sides of Neil’s mouth twitch and Kevin battles with the urge to turn away, to leave.

“There’s enough food there to feed a small army,” Neil mutters, low enough that the words were really meant only for Andrew, and softer than Kevin’s ever heard. It’s more than slightly disconcerting.

“You’re a small army,” Andrew retorts, only Neil must be hearing something else completely in that, because next thing he knows, Neil’s turned around to face the girls who are still fawning over the makeshift banquet.

“Invite the rest of the team and you can help yourselves,” he states, watching with eyes showing something reminiscent of fondness as Allison immediately pulls her phone out and Dan digs through their drawers for extra cutlery.

Neil turns back to Andrew, the ghost of a smile hanging from his mouth fading after a second, face wrinkling up.

“Isn’t that sweater mine?”

Kevin’s mind may say “Disgusting,” but he can feel the sides of his mouth quirk upwards as he finds Andrew’s face encrusted with crumbs of fear like he’s tumbling, freefalling, into an abyss.

anonymous asked:

sooo i don't really have a question but i would like an analysis of the new amazingphil video if you have one,, or just your favorite moments, idk i just want you to talk about it, i love your "reviews"

hahaha of course i’ll talk about it!!!!! it’s interesting bc when i first watched this i was actually like not that into it??? it just felt like 10 very calm and chill mins of dnp hanging out which is obviously great but i think i was sort of distracted so i was like mmmm it wasn’t as entertaining as their usual collabs, esp bc on first watch i was like, dan keeps going for these weird dark jokes about torture n maiming and it’s all v Standard Fare but then i thought about it more and realized ,, if this isn’t the biggest evidence yet about how far they’ve come and evolved since last year then idk what is??? like i just can’t believe it’s gotten to the point where i could watch 10 minutes of dan softly playing around with phil’s hair and both of them being a bit calmer and more muted in front of the camera, freely touching each other and joking around about more Mature Themes (hats off to the dildo joke and the “safety word” bit) and have all of that feel completely STANDARD and unsurprising!!! it’s just crazy to me that they’ve normalized these behaviors so much that a video like this could feel so completely expected and ~chill~ 

but then i watched it a second and third time (bc duh) when i was less distracted and there really were so many little moments that stood out to me and so many cute smiles and soft lil jokes that made me wanna melt and it was all just so good. it’s nowhere near their funniest or most captivating video but it’s just vv vv v v soft and chill and natural. when comparing it to something like pastel edits which is probs a close parallel in terms of them playing dress up and touching each other a bit in direct response to a fan request, you can see how this one is far softer and a little bit less performed–they seem less ‘on’ for lack of a better term, and a lot more laid back, dan doesn’t spend as much time demeaning the idea or teasing the fan base for wanting it, and all of it is just so enjoyable to watch. i’ve included (way too many) timestamps below (plus way too many screenshots, as usual, of stupidly cute moments ugh): 

  • 5 seconds in this is already alarmingly cute w dan grumbling behind the pillow that phil wants to give him a creative nickname and phil giggling and looking down at him when he starts complaining
  • :17 dan gives phil permission to just call him dan and phil looks cute n happy about it
  • :27 dan needs to reiterate he was a nerd in school
  • :34 ‘japes’ k dan
  • :48 i live for the way phil looks so earnest and excited when he asks dan why he decided to ‘embrace the curls’ like he genuinely wants to hear dan explain this .. phil is genuinely obsessed w dan’s curls he wasn’t lyin when he said that in the pastel edits vid :(
  • 1:00 i hope phil was the one who chose that photo as an example of dan’s hair looking good in a pic,, phil thinks dan’s best look is his crunchy 2013 leather jacket n his scoop neck t shirt … #confirmed
  • 1:10 ‘you’ve left me alone!’ calm down phil he’s right next to u
  • 1:12 did phil pick that photo too ..  the one of dan in his tank top n hair straightened to within an inch of its life and silvery earrings making a pouty face ,,, lmao i love that he’s picking the cringiest emo-est throwbacks possible
  • 1:54 phil’s like ‘i thought we could eat 400 crusts to see if my hair goes curly’ and it’s altogether a lame joke but dan is staring at him like he’s the most beautiful person on earth. i’d be uncomfortable if i wasn’t so busy melting. then phil stares at dan giggling and it’s all a bit much for me
  • 2:41 ‘what’d happen if i balded you right now?’ dan is so concerned for phil’s well-being that he forgets how to grammar
  • 2:45 the fuckin dildo joke i s2g why are they making sly references to dildos in a g-rated hair curling video why did phil immediately follow dan saying ‘that looks like something else’ by going ‘ooo’ and shoving the curler near dan’s mouth why are they gross
  • 3:21 dan unnecessarily rubbing the curler all over phil’s shoulder and neck … ok
  • 3:41 phil sounds so serious when he asks dan if he thinks the curly hair will suit him, like he really needs dan’s Hot Take on this important issue but dan’s just shuts him down hahaha. i feel like this is reminiscent of the faceapp vid in which dan was completely NOT DOWN with any alteration to phil’s appearance whatsoever bc (vom) he thinks phil is perf jst the way he is (i might actually be sick) 
  • 3:47 idk why but i’m obsessed w phil saying ‘dan, don’t mess about with it’ and dan responding ‘i’m nOT’ in his whiny voice w his eyes all wide. cute
  • 3:56 lmao dan bringing up babuse (i can’t type that without thinking of ‘let me see that babussy’ i hate the fucking internet) and saying it was the last time he was on this bed, i am living for these bants and also phil’s expression of mock horror
  • 4:08 ‘curl me up, bess’
  • 4:11 dan’s going for ‘teen nick jonas but without the face’ his crush is going strong i see,, and then he can’t even follow through and tell phil his face doesn’t compare to nick jonas’s so he turns it into a joke about burning his face instead, nice save bro
  • 4:27 THIS KILLED ME THEYRE JST TALKING N DAN JUST BRUSHES ASIDE A BIT OF PHILS FRINGE FOR NO REASON AT ALL HE JST WANTS TO PLAY W HIS HAIR ITS CUTE N IM DYIN
  • 5:01 something about this bit when dan’s like ‘got a whole clump it’s undignified’ and their proximity, the way their arms are sort of pressed together and it looks like dan could be resting his hand on phil’s leg and dan is also sort of just looking down at phil ,,, Good
  • 5:08 when phil kinda squeaks and pulls away all of a sudden i feel like dan is legit actually concerned he could burn phil as evidenced by his voice going all high pitched when he’s like ‘you can’t do that!!!!’
  • 5:13 more completely unnecessary dan playing around w phil’s fringe n brushing it away. it goes on for like 8 seconds plus there’s a jump cut in the middle of it lmao,,, ugh the way he touches phil’s hair is so soft it makes me feel things
  • 5:32 ‘gonna pork you up phil’ does dan know the meaning of ‘pork’ as a verb ??  ? ? ??? ??????  for reference:
  • 5:36 ‘my life is flashing before my eyes’ ‘ooo is it really boring’ dan is showing yet again that he flirts like a five year old who pulls their crush’s pigtails in the playground grOW UP MATE. phil loves it tho
  • 6:03 omg idk why but i LOVED phil saying ‘i’m finding you so disturbing right now’ it feels so authentic??? something about the way he phrased it is so funny??????? like he genuinely needs dan to take it down a notch w the grim humor lmao
  • 6:47 ‘we need a safety word’ oh my god these boring vanilla fucks call a safe word a ‘safety word’ could they be LAMER hahaha (in all seriousness i can’t even believe that’s a joke dan went for at all let alone on this channel and that phil just chuckled n went along with it what the fuck what a time we live in honestly,, the flirting and touching and the whole premise of a dan-curls-phil’s-hair video is already so much but, like, let’s just add a fucking allusion to bdsm into the mix while we’re at it!!!!!!! wtf!!!)
  • the whole sped up montage of dan doing the curling is just rife w gratuitous hair touching so like obvi i immediately turned the speed down to .5 and just sat back to enjoy it (also @kay-okays uploaded a slowed down version here if ya wanna look at that or like bookmark it for ur own uses ,,  whatever ur into m8)
  • 7:18 those two gentle pats that dan gives to the back of phil’s head before phil looks at his finished hair … so fucking adorable bc it’s the way dan pats down his own hair when he’s fixing it pls save me
  • 7:29 dan obvi needs to make it a point to emphasize they have the same hair again as has been his constant refrain about their haircuts for the last like 3 years (tbh i’m convinced that he literally misses having the same hair as phil which is gross and just as sappy as i’d expect from him) and in order to demonstrate how ALIKE they are again he proceeds to mirror phil playing w his fringe bc why not .. 
  • ‘this was the only thing that was separating us’ PLS
  • 7:38 dan’s Hot Take 2.0: ‘you look like a cool australian surfer … like a weird goth one that has never been to the beach’
  • 8:14 dan asserts on phil’s behalf that phil ‘needs’ the edge of his emo fringe and phil immediately agrees. rip to anyone who was hoping quiff!phil might be on the horizon
  • 8:39 dan goes defensive about how he could’ve done a better job and phil immediately jumps in to say that he thinks dan did well in the most sincere voice of all time, accompanied w cute/soft smile
  • and then he cuts dan off entirely to remind him that he didn’t burn phil’s face off and to v fervently thank him (he litro NODS while he thanks him it’s so SERIOUS) and then dan does some weird touchy thing to phil’s chest or arm or both and phil decides to boop dan’s cheek and you should really SLOW IT DOWN bc when you do, you notice it’s more of like a lil squeeze as opposed to just a v light tap and it’s gROSS:
  • 8:59 then, since this video has far too much dan gratuitously touching phil and phil was surely feeling deprived, phil reaches over to give dan a ‘zayn curl’ and play w dan’s fringe a bit n at this point i’ve had Enough of this cute ass shit
  • 9:20 dan couldn’t just leave it there, he needs to take a moment to re-assert the ~dnp don’t go outside or go to parties or talk to people Ever~ branding just in case ANYONE forgot (but also seems like a low key way for dan to gently remind the audience not to get attached to this in any way bc it will probs never happen again)
  • 9:40 phil dubs dan the “original curly man” n idk how to feel about this but i suppose that is a fitting conclusion to this absolute roller coaster of emotions 

ugh. just a really great video. i’m sorry this post is massive,, there’s jst so much here and i needed to have pics of ALL OF IT

(dan curls my hair!

addiction

[roman godfrey x reader]

author’s note: started watching hemlock grove and wanted to write something for roman but holy hell it was so difficult. idk why i was having so much trouble. i almost gave up on this idea but was adamant about making it work so i hope y’all like this and my struggle ends up being worth it lol

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boyfriend!jaebum

A/N  hey guys this is writer aish I’ve decided to keep all my scenarios and au’s on this blog so my main @yeol2bean can only be for my fangirl stuff and reblogging stuff. so in celebration of JJ project’s comeback, here’s boyfriend!jaebum
you can find the rest of my boyfriend series here

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw


  • The kind of frustrating boyfriend who’d never accept his feelings or acknowledge them in front of you, for fear of letting himself be loved.
  • Jaebum’s biggest issue in the ordeal of finding and staying in love, is just himself. Everytime he finds himself around someone that he actually wants to spoil and spend his life with, he always forces himself to consider his career or all the troublesome things that could lead to a happy ending. His default setting is pessimism. But it’s really impossible to do that around you
  • You find yourself backstage at one of got7’s concerts. Your friend was an intern at a management company that helped out during events and honestly you were just there to drop off some juice and food for her and her coworkers. You had heard a lot of tales about how the backstage of a concert looked and felt like and you knew it was no easy feat. But you hadn’t expected your friend to barrel at you when you saw her and drag you to the waiting room because one makeup intern hadn’t showed up and there were 7 minutes left to the stage and one of the got7 members had just woken up and there was no one to do makeup for him because everyone was going crazy.
  • You held her hand and tried to assure her that it really wasn’t your place and you didn’t wanna mess with the idols and get yourself (or worse – her) kicked out because of some mistake. But in her words, “it’s like code red right now and me talking to you just might get me kicked out y/n PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE” ofcourse a friend in need must be helped so you find yourself with a huge (alarming) makeup set and in front of a sleeping jaebum
  • You tried to get some instructions from the girl working on youngjae next to you, trying your best to understand everything in whisper yells, trying not to wake up jaebum or anyone sleeping behind him. Jinyoung occasionally looks up and eventually passes his manager’s phone with a picture of their last stage with jaebum’s makeup as a guide. You whisper a quick thank you and get working but the minute your fingers touch his skin, jb jerks awake and holds your wrist tightly and dazedly asks
  • who the hell are you?”
  • Though rolling your eyes is a very good option, you don’t have time for that. So you tug your wrist out, murmur a quick ‘the makeup girl’ and keep working on his face. Every few minutes, his eyes keep darting around him, still suspicious. He even tries to ask youngjae for help but youngjae is too busy belting out songs and warming up his throat and eventually jb resigns back into his seat and people are yelling @ you to finish this quick because THE MC IS ON THE STAGE ALREADY GUYS
  • You can see that every minute makes jb even more nervous so while you’re adding the last bit of mineral powder to set his makeup in place and surveying his hair, you hold onto his wrist. His eyes dart back to you, absolutely shit terrified and he looks at you warily. But you manage to smile at him and go “you can’t go wrong when you look like this ok? Im putting my bets on you.” And while he’s perplexed as hell, you boop his nose and walk out to find your friend
  • Jinyoung obviously smirks to himself behind the script to his new drama
  • By the time you’re out, your friend is in the clear and the concert begins and you say your goodbyes and promise her you’ll meet her later for gossip and coffee or something
  • And nobody mentions anything of that evening except that one time your friend asked how you managed to be in such close proximity with jb and didn’t scream because she knew you were a fan and you were like ‘listen I was tyna d e a l but also the poor boy was so nervous I really couldn’t scream and scare him even more. He looked like a cat dreading a bath’
  • But is that the end of it???? No because jb just can’t forget this cool and chic girl who walked into his life (aka dressing room) and did his makeup, gave him a smooth af pep talk and walked out just as suavely. But ofcourse he’s got a team to lead and performances to perform and concerts to do and like he can’t possibly ask his manager to track down someone amirite so he keeps mum

Originally posted by jaybleep

  • But jinyoung cannot handle how passive aggressive jaebum has become because everytime he sees a new female staff at a GOT7ing shoot or a photoshoot or around the office, he does a double take and creepily stares at them from afar because he keeps expecting you to show up again out of the blue. So jinyoung takes it upon himself finally and he pops up by your friend at their next music bank stage like ‘hey who’s that friend of yours that keeps giving you juice and stuff?’ and your friend is so flustERED AF because jinyoung the prince is talking to her but she gets her shit together soon enough like why she’s just a mom friend why do you wanna know
  • And jinyoung being the absolute savage he is, SPILLS.
  • So jinyoung and your friend get into a secret (unnecessarily elaborate) mission to bring about a natural meeting between the two of you and jinyoung basically drags jb to a café you were supposed to meet your friend at, late in the evening. It’s a weekday and most of the crowd has gone home for dinner and the café is nearly closing and you are sending the last of your emails and finishing up work (maybe updating tumblr idk) and jinyoung and jb walk in and you don’t notice them because who cares your friend will find you but jaebum just yells “MAKEUP GIRL” and you legit wanna put your head down like guys it’s been a long day don’t @ me (a/n this is me in real life guys) but you look up anyway to see JB STALKING TOWARDS YOU LIKE A PANTHER AND HE JUST
  • what do you mean place your bets on me? You just walked off like that?? What was I supposed to think??
  • You are quite shook at this point and you’re just watching jb glare at you confused and sit back because he’s also confused about why he’s behaving like this, next to a very smug jinyoung and your friend who carefully slinks into your booth and you’re just looking from one person to another and you’re super low on human strength to communicate so you just make out a bare ‘wait what?’ before jinyoung and your friend decide to SKIDADDLE and leave the two of you to maybe  get something to eat? Drink? Make it a date? Idk you guys go crazy!
  • Jaebum, who by now has finally realized that you are very lost, offers to buy you food and you refuse out of habit and he just shakes his head and gets up and offhandedly mutters over his shoulder ‘if you don’t come along I’ll just order whatever for you’ so you fucking get off your arse and follow him like a lost puppy.
  • When your order is all settled and the barista gets to work you just turn to him and ask him what the hell is he doing here and wow why is this so comfortable? You just spoke to him like he was some sot of long term friend you hadn’t seen in a while? And he chuckles under his breath because you said all of that out loud and he replies, ‘honestly I don’t know what’s happening to me either but I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again’
  • And wow im jaebum we did not know you could flirt so well and he just shrugs like well I didn’t know either.
  • You guys get to talking and exchange numbers and meet up often for casual food dates blah blah you guys know the drill but that’s not even the fun part
  • Jb is CONVINCED that he’ll never get a normal life of just being a boyfriend with you, out in the sun, enjoying the day and you’re like CHALLENGE ACCEPTED and you take it upon yourself to plan dates with him where you can take him out but he won’t be stalked by fans or anything and that is. Hard

Originally posted by j-miki

  • So you come up with the weirdest date ideas and you have to pull a lot of strings to make that happen like the time you asked one of your lawyer friends if he could help you sneak onto the terrace of his building so jaebum and you could have a picnic and look at the skyline from there and jb is just like ‘how did you manage to do this??? I can see everyone but no one can see me??’
  • And on days when there is a baseball match or like graduation in schools, you decide THIS IS THE DAY and you take him to spots that are frequented by high school kids like lets say a famous café strip or some quaint little beach drive and nobody there really cares about him because the kids are at their graduation and he’s so shook because this was such a brilliant idea why did he never think of this
  • One time you guys took a late night bus to a small coastal town and spent the day in the most remote places that were only frequented by locals and the fisherwomen cooed over how you and jaebum looked so cute walking by the sea, holding hands and trying to take care of each other and jb is so happy because even adults that aren’t related to him, approve of you
  • But as your relationship progresses you realise that jb is just a very simple man like his idea day is just perform for his fans, have a successful practice day, maybe get inspired and write some lyrics and make progress on the album, and come home + strip to his shorts + make dinner with you
  • He’s so domestic, he loves making dinner with you. He doesn’t care if you’re good or if you’re making Korean food or whatever. He says that just cutting vegetables in the same space as you, without any words and just jazz playing in the background makes him calm. On really bad days, he looks forward to this time and if he is too tired he’ll sit on the kitchen counter with a carrot or a cucumber and just watch you cook and listen to you talk about your day because he doesn’t have the energy to talk but he thinks listening to what each other has to say is the most important part of a relationship
  • Such a random hand holder like you won’t even see it coming. He would love it if your hands are smaller than his and everytime you hold hands his brain just explodes with ‘OHMYGOD THEIR HANDS ARE SO SMALL AND CUTE MUST PROTECT ASDFGHJKL”
  • Nsfw time. Jaebum is bed is a force to be reckoned with because this man is feral, let me tell you a definite strong dom with the most simple but sensual kinks like he just loves neck biting and tracing your collarbone with his lips. Absolutely adores tummy kisses and will put in all his efforts to kiss every inch of your skin but hopes for nothing in return
  • Will worship the very earth you walk upon if you change things up a little and press kisses to the inside of his elbows and behind his ears and trace your tongue over the outline of his bellybutton and will fucking lose it if you graze your nails down to his navel and he’s just like smh just let me do you already
  • Not very patient.  Not very quiet. Always moans like he’s seething in anger but he’s just legit trying to keep himself in check from BITING INTO YOUR SKIN and like taking you from here to Neverland wow
  • A sucker for forehead kisses, especially in the mornings when he’s barely awake but he can feel every inch of your skin next to him
  • Jb is such a warm pessimistic angtsy sweetheart he deserves all the love guys.
Don’t You Go // 2

Summary: will tom get the girl idk read 2 find out

Requested: No but I’m Tom trash and this idea literally came out of my ass after listening to an All Time Low song (it’s called Don’t You Go, also Stella give them a listen!)

Warnings: Fluff it’s literally so gross I’m sorry

Notes: Dis the last part


You had never been the one to allow yourself to get too attached - that’s why it hadn’t hurt you when you and your ex ended your relationship at that party six months ago. It’s also why you hadn’t allowed yourself to be involved with Tom. That month you had spent together was amazing, too good to be true, almost. But, you knew what you were capable of. You knew the casualties. You never wanted to hurt Tom the way you knew you could - it scared you to even think it.  
Tom on the other hand, was beyond confused. Was far too hurt already (not that you would know, you hadn’t seen him in four months and twenty-two days… not that he was counting, of course), he couldn’t help but think about all the possible ways he might have hurt you, might have given you a reason to leave, but he couldn’t find one (spoiler: he hadn’t hurt you, he just hadn’t realized how set you were about not wanting another boyfriend).

Tom went to every party he was invited to, in hopes he’d see even a flash of your hair or catch a slight sniff of your scent, but he came up empty each time. Goddammit, why did he have to be so in love with you all these years? Why did he let it get so far? Why was he standing outside of another house, listening to a blonde woman talk his ear off about how she’d like to show him the view of LA at her place? Simple: to see you, of course. The girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the moment he met you four years ago. That’s all he hoped for at each of these unbearable parties. And when he finally did see you, after four months and twenty-two, well, twenty-three (was it 2 AM already?) days, he froze in place, his eyes locking with yours as he memorized the small smile that played on your lips and your sweet, regretful and apologetic eyes that bore into his, they almost looked like they were screaming at him to come up to you. As he stood up straight from where he was leaning onto his car, the blonde-headed woman wormed her way closer to him. You caught just a glimpse of their proximity before ripping your gaze off him as your heart ached just the slightest. Of course he had a new girlfriend, you had left without a word. What was he supposed to do? Mourn you as if he were a widow?  

So, you did what you thought was best. You mustered up the dignity you had left, and pranced into the house of the party that was being hosted that night, tagging along with your friends, trying to erase the image of Tom with another girl that seemed to permanently be etched into your brain.

You laughed and laughed that night, not meaning any of it. You cringed at how out of place and lost you felt. You smiled weakly at the gentleman in front of you, him trying so desperately to woo you. You hadn’t seen Tom sulking over you and the young man talking, the envy in his eyes. The hurt that reflected off of him was enough to not only break his own heart but to burst anyone else’s who dared look at him.

Tom had decided he’d had enough (around the same time you did) and walked outside for some fresh air, not realizing you followed not far behind. As you both stood outside of opposite sides of the door, not yet realizing you were so close and so alone, you began to shiver, not realizing the temperature dropping so drastically. You mindlessly looked around, taking in the scenery, before you had noticed who was not even fifteen feet away from you - the man you so desperately wanted to prove you were okay without (which of course, failed). Tom looked at you at the same time, a smile creeping its way onto both of your faces.

He beckoned you over with a nod of his head, one arm extended for you, which you hurriedly walked into, wrapping yourself fully into him. He took in your scent as you memorized the length of his back and the feel of his unruly, uncut hair.  
He was so caught up in your small reunion, he failed to remember the fact that you had left him alone in his room with a broken heart. He reluctantly pulled away and looked down at you with an unintentional scowl. You shrunk in size compared to him and felt like you were about to be scolded for doing something you really shouldn’t have done.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to play it off like you hadn’t deserted him four and a half months ago, you imagined in your world that the time when you had left him never existed, that you both would be able to carry on and continue where you’d left off. But, when has the world ever made anything easy for anyone?
“What’s wrong? After four months and twenty-three days of keeping me in the dark, not replying to my texts and my calls, all you can say is ‘What’s wrong?’” You glanced at the ground, not being able to look him in the eyes. “How about an, ‘I’m sorry, Tom’ or, even better, an ‘I’m sorry I got your hopes up and then laughed in your face when I blew them up’?” You knew it probably wasn’t easy on him when you left, but you had no idea you had hurt him this much.

“Tom, I’m–” but it was too late, he had already began walking the opposite direction. And he was going to do it, he was going to just walk away, not look back. He confronted you, he was going to start his life again. But, he couldn’t, and he knew that to be true. So, with his chest puffed out and his head held high, he turned back around and walked toward you, almost caving when he saw how broken you looked.  

“Why? Just tell me why. I need to know. What did I do? Was it something I said?” You looked up, startled he came back.  

“Tom, I-.”

“You what? You got bored of me? God, do you know how long I waited for you? I called you, I was so worried. Do you do that to all the guys you sleep with?” You knew he was mad, and he was just saying things to hurt you as much as you hurt him, but god, did that hurt. And thinking of how much it hurt only made you angry. How is he going to demand you to answer all these questions, yet not give you a chance to answer any of them?

“Tom-.”

“What? God, say something!”

“Then stop talking, dammit!” He shrunk down a little bit, surprised how loud your voice could get, not that he looked any less intimidating, he still towered over you. He stood looking at you, waiting for you to continue talking. “Finally,” you smiled a little at him, just a small amount of sadness in it, “Tom, I didn’t leave because I wanted to.” You lifted your hand to stop him from talking when you saw his mouth open to speak, causing him to close his mouth again. “I also didn’t leave because of you. As bad as this sounds, and it’s cliché and probably sounds stupid, but I left because of me. I had just left Stephen and I rushed into things with you.” You casted your eyes onto the floor before continuing.

“I couldn’t stand the fact that I could possibly be using you just to fill the void Stephen left. That maybe I just needed you to make myself feel better.” It hurt Tom to hear this, of course, but he was so desperate for you and he wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t have minded if you used him for the rest of his life, if it meant that he could be with you in any way, he would do it.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” He said it out loud before he could stop himself. He was passed desperation now, he hadn’t known the word for it, but he was sure it existed and if he were to look it up in the dictionary, he’d see his face next to it for a definition.  

You shook your head at him, lifting your eyes to meet his again, almost pleading for him to hear you better. “Tom, you deserve someone who loves you. I woke up the morning I left thinking how unfair I was to you. I was your best friend, and you were mine, and I took advantage of you. I was supposed to love you the second you punched Stephen in the face – hell, I was supposed to love you before I even met Stephen.” How long he dreamed of hearing those words, but never did he imagine hearing them in this situation, feeling them almost being negative.  

His head dropped, hanging low as he was prepared to turn around with his heart so far into his stomach, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had completely fallen out of his body, when you spoke again, softer this time, “And I know it took me four years, but I love you, Tom.”

His head shot up, looking at you with wide eyes. Had he heard you right? His heart rate and sweaty palms made him realize he had. He took in the features and expression on your face. You looked so soft, your eyes were glassy looking, threatening to cry. He almost missed them when you put your head down.  
Every thought ran through his mind, but he wasn’t able to hear any of them because all he was able to listen to was his heart screaming at him to hold you, so he did just that. His arms wrapped around you and you pressed yourself as close to him as you could.

“Can I take you home?”  

You looked up, resting your chin on top of his chest, pulling him closer to you with your hands pressed to the nape of his neck, his arms tightening around you.

“Home… is wherever you are.”


And when he woke up the next day, and the week after that, and then the next two months, you were next to him every time. And he swore every morning he woke up to you, his heart grew, claiming your love took over every inch of him. Your love made everything feel like home.

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Art & Music

Highschool! AU You x Yoongi

Rated: G fluffy fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 5091

A/N:  Been in a bit of a rut writing Lunatic and another story.  Had this dream a while ago and figured writing it would give you guys at least something to read while I’m still working on the mains.   

The first time Yoongi saw you at school he stared for an embarrassingly long time.  You were alone in one of the art rooms sitting at a pottery wheel.  He was simply passing by but the whir of the table had caught his attention.  Specks of wet and dry clay covered your smock, face and arms.  He’s still not sure why his first thought was that it was cute.  

After that time he found himself always walking slower through the art wing and looking out for you in the hallways.  It never failed to jolt his system every time he found what he was searching for.  He’d beat himself later on for getting so frazzled when he knew it was coming.  How stupid is it to be surprised by the thing you’re looking for?  

Your affection for him was much slower.  It was a gradual build up from nothing.  You started to get the feeling that you were being watched.  It would happen once or twice a day at school but you never could find the source.  It’s silly how you would put in more of an effort to your look in the morning.  You had also taken to being with your friends more often slightly afraid to be alone. 


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SECRETS (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: May I request a Bellamy x reader imagine where reader is a grounder (young, like 17) and her and Bellamy cross paths and she forgot her weapons so they just kind of stand face to face having a stare down before he backs up and puts his hands up and for some reason she believes he’s not gonna do anything and idk they talk and argue and what not before they begin forming a secret relationship? The others find out and are angry about it at first until she helps them with injuries and…

A/N: Hii, i never received the second part for this imagine so if you want to send it through again, i’ll be glad to make a part 2 xoxo

Originally posted by bellamyblake-imagine


You were silent and still, your eyes never leaving the mans. He could attack at any time and being the idiot you are, you forgot your weapons. You are ready to fight him regardless. The sun hits his brown eyes, emitting a golden glow from them. His eyes pierce yours and his chest rises and falls at the sight of a grounder. But it wasn’t just that - if there wasn’t the very real chance that you could kill him, he would think you’re beautiful. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Laurent and Andrew would hypothetically get along? They have so many similarities but are also so different! Idk I just wonder what the dynamic between them would be and I trust your judgment

BUDDY I DONT EVEN TRUST MY JUDGEMENT but, ok, let’s see.

I mean, they have many shared experiences, and i’m not reducing them to their respective traumas by saying that that kind of shared suffering can really bring people together. BUT, that being said, i don’t think they’d get along. Well, not immediately, anyway. It depends on their circumstances, how they meet and why. If we just kinda downloaded the entirety of captive prince into a modern setting and made them all exy players, i can see andrew and laurent being intense rivals.

Imagine the foxes versus the akielon/veretians. From the outset of the match, Laurent, the genius strategist, would have identified Neil as the biggest threat on the field, simply because he’s so damn fast and all the giant Akielons wouldn’t be able to see him coming before he gets right under their noses. I imagine Laurent is the goalie (just cos), so when Neil goes to score he plays a little dirty and they both end up on the ground. Andrew, of course, is not happy about this (no sir). There would of course be retribution, and Andrew is neither blind nor an idiot, so he knows that, in the world of tit for tat, he needs to send a very clear message to Laurent that he doesn’t get to touch Neil Josten without consequences. So imagine, Damen is a striker and he’s going for the goal, he gets in really close and then suddenly he’s on his back because Andrew’s racket just so happened to clip his shoulder as he blocked (dunno how that works on a physical level, lets just pretend science doesnt exist). Laurent gets the message loud and clear: touch what’s mine, and i’ll break what’s yours. Boyfriends Neil and Damen are both incredibly confused and entirely oblivious.

Andrew is almost intrigued by Laurent, and i imagine that’s what constitutes half of his interest in interacting with him at all. He’s pretty and fit and obviously a talented player, but he has such a cold and apathetic exterior, and he doesn’t let anyone close but his brute of a boyfriend. He doesn’t have a past, not officially, he’s an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a determination to see Andrew defeated.

Laurent just wants to win. if you ask him, Andrew Minyard started it. (No one gets to knock Damen on his ass but Laurent, thanks)

It escalates from there. Every match they play they always fight to win. Neither of them drag Neil or Damen into the crossfire, the consequences no doubt implicit, but that doesn’t stop them from going at it like hell cats. As goalies, they’re ridiculously unstoppable.

They get asked about their apparent venomous rivalry in the press (subtlety is not something either of them know how to do, it’s very obvious they have it out for each other) and neither of them shy away from admitting dislike of the other and determination to beat them. It’s a ridiculous situation that spirals into what essentially becomes a war between them, a war to be better, stronger, and win against the other.

Then, they go professional and end up on the same team.

It’s tense at first, everyone gives them a ten-foot berth whenever they’re in the same room, and though they don’t talk or acknowledge each other the tension is fuckin palpable everytime they’re in each other’s vicinity. i’m a little fuzzy on the details after that, but i think forced proximity via away matches when they have to share a hotel and the fact that their boyfriends would probably get along, probably forces them to act civilly towards each other. Then, i like to imagine Andrew drags Laurent to Eden, determined to get him drunk and find out more about him (specifically whether he poses anything more than a superficial threat) and somehow, somewhere, the two of them start bonding? Like, Andrew is actually very smart and he studied law like Laurent, so they have some decently intelligent conversations. And Laurent appreciates his bluntness and lack of care for literally everything, he almost kind of admires it. Andrew thinks Laurent is essentially harmless, but he can be deadly dangerous if he wants to be, just like Andrew, and Andrew kind of respects that. There would be things that would endear them to each other, i think, beyond the blatantly obvious similarities they share, and i think once they get past their antagonistic and caustic natures they might actually see eye to eye more than they might think.

Essentially, i don’t think they’d ever be best mates, but given the right situation and context, i can definitely see them becoming somewhat allies. Then again, given a different situation and context, they could be arch nemesis too.

anonymous asked:

Yo idk if you do nsfw headcanons but can you do one for reddie making out any chance they get at Halloween parties

ok well this is late so i’m just gonna do parties in general but also i don’t think graphic kissing/making out is super nsfw so i’m good with it?? they’re aged up ofc but there’s nothing bad in these

warning some smooches ahead 

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okay but consider this

HOGWARTS x haikyuu au where the karasuno kids go to hogwarts (naturally)

- a very confused and lonely kageyama getting sorted into slytherin house and being sad abt it because he hears it’s the most ‘evil’ house

- but then kags meets a dazzling second year named oikawa tooru who’s so nice to him and he’s so in awe of him and he realises slytherin is nowhere near as bad as they make it out to be plus they have the best house parties (according to him)

- having flying lessons with this annoying kid hinata from gryffindor but after a fiery quidditch match/flying lesson against him they kinda sorta just become good friends but rivals

- kenma sitting in the ravenclaw common room, playing on his ds, all alone and kinda sad but kinda relieved but then he meets tsukishima kei and they become strange friends

- kenma being invited to slytherin house parties because of kuroo and also gryffindor because of hinata and he basically ends up spending half his time in the other two houses’ common rooms

- tsukki wishing he could be in hufflepuff because every day he misses being with yamaguchi but he’s too proud to say that to him

- suga being the older third year mentor to yama in hufflepuff and teaching him everything about potions because suga’s really good at potions idk and about life in general

- suga also going over to gryffindor’s common room to “study” with daichi

- hogsmeade dates between suga and daichi/kags and hinata eventually/tsukki and yama eventually/kiyoko and yachi/tanaka and noya but they go as bROs just BROS we’re holding hands bc we’re BROS we’re cuddling close because BROS here noya drink some of my hot chocolate it’s nice hey BRO hey tanaka kiss me BRO

- TANAKA AND NISHINOYA JUST WREAKING HAVOC CONSTANTLY IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM

- TANAKA AND NISHINOYA STEALING FOOD FROM THE KITCHEN AND BRINGING THEM UP FOR GRYFFINDOR HOUSE PARTIES

- TANAKA AND NISHINOYA CONSTANTLY BEING IN DETENTION AND MCGONAGALL’S ALL “whaT theFUCK i thought the marauders and the weasley twins and the trio were enough why does the universe hate me” (mcgonagall lives forever idk)

- TANAKA AND NISHINOYA SCREAMING AFTER FIFTH YEAR GIRLS WHEN THEY’RE IN SIXTH YEAR AND NOT REALISING THAT THE REASON WHY NONE OF THEIR DATES WORKED OUT IS BECUZ THEY’RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER but they blind af

- Tanaka and Noya having a huge fight in the Gryffindor common room because one of them realises he’s in love with the other and it causes him to distance himself and that makes the other one really angry and hurt and why is my best friend sli[pping away from me i need him i need him, he chokes through tears and can’t sleep at night because why is he not talking to me anymore~~

- one of them yelling at each other and saying something like ‘wtf did i do to you you just fucking walked away and i don’t know why, this is bullshit’ and the other one getting all ‘what do you want from me i can’t stick around forever’ and really really really hurting the other one but what choice does he have

- the other one being really really close to him and saying ‘i want you to be my best friend again,’ and the close proximity is almost too much for the other one to handle and then one of them just grabs the other one and one of them kisses the other and they both go bright red and the entire gryffindor common room is like WHOA except for suga who is visiting daichi and is like “daichi u owe me 10 galleons”

- tanaka and nyoa going to hogsmeade as boyfriends and hand-holding becomes suddenly romantic and there’s fireworks and electricity whenever tanaka adjusts noya’s hair and there’s snow everywhere and they have their first real kiss and it’s not rough and sloppy like before it’s soft and tentative and full of nervous laughter but then tanaka cracks a joke and it’s all okay againa nd eeverything is perfect

- tanaka and noya snuggling in each other’s beds (they had done that before but strictly No Homo) and kissing this time and exploring each other’s bodies for the first time and

- they’re still wreaking havoc in the gryffindor common room and everything’s exactly the same as before but now they’re both so much happier that’s it that’s all that’s changed and the occasional nose-kissing and sitting-in-your-arms-while-i-do-homework maybe and the mind-blowing sex and brojobs whenever they can

anonymous asked:

idk if you watch Friends, but 'the one where everybody finds out' with Stiles and Lydia in the place of Chandler and Monica. Btw you are my new most favourite blog. EVER.

Okay. So Since Teen Wolf is Back and We are all dying, I’m back to writing. I still have a few prompts in my ask but feel free to send me prompts! Anyway this one is super old but I have finally been able to do it justice! Hope you guys like it!


They know when it started. It was at Scott and Allison’s Engagement party. Well, at 2am the night after Scott and Allison’s Engagement party.

Lydia got too drunk, what with not having eaten anything the night before and the impending singleness that lurked in the air during the party. People stealing glances at her and whispers about how she spent too much time in the science lab or how she needed to ‘snatch one up quick’ before all the good ones were gone. Lydia was strong and usually didn’t let any of this get to her, but tonight the whispers and glances were stinging unusually low as she watches her ex Aiden walk into the bar hand in hand with a girl.  Sure, Lydia was happy for her best friend. Thrilled in fact, as the maid of honor all she wanted was to make this night unforgettable for Allison. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a few drinks, right?

Stiles took Lydia home, making sure she was okay. They’d been best friends for years now, and they’d watched Scott and Allison’s relationship grow throughout the years and they sat idly by. Stiles kept getting nudges from His father and his new wife, Melissa, about how he was next. Sure, he knew they were teasing and not pressuring, but Stiles couldn’t keep a girl to save his life. First Cora, moving to south America, then Malia, which was amicable but nothing that really could’ve gone further. He didn’t understand her animalistic needs the way Theo did. So, Stiles excused himself and went to hang out with Lydia, doing shots with her as they stood in the corner making elaborate backstories for people they didn’t know.

At around 1am, Stiles and Lydia walked to their place. They lived across the hall from each other but they were known for Crashing on each other’s sofas quite often. They were both drunk, as they sat on the couch, talking silently in their own little bubble.

“They’re really happy, aren’t they? Do you remember the last time you looked at someone the way he looks at her?” Lydia whispered as she unconsciously played with the rolled-up sleeve of Stiles’ button down shirt that made his chest look warm and inviting.

Stiles nodded looking down at her hand tickling his arm. “They are… and… I guess…” he whispered low as he looked at how he strawberry blonde hair framed her face perfectly. He remembered that’s how he used to look at her. In Elementary School, Middle School, even High School. Eventually Isaac had sat him down and told him to move on. So, Stiles did. He dated a few girls, and Lydia fell comfortably into the position of his Best Friend. He still had thoughts sometimes, about her like that. On nights like tonight when his thoughts were swimming in alcohol and her perfume engulfed him as they sat impossibly close.

Lydia then whispered “I don’t… I mean… There was Aiden but… There was always something off about him and us. I guess I just miss being held. Loved like that.” Lydia looked up at him thoughts cloudy but crystal clear like the moonlight bouncing off his eyes. She’d had thoughts before, of him in this way. In High School, for a little while in college as she became closer to him. Even though they were best friends, she often thought of them in bed together, or what his mouth could do to hers when he wasn’t babbling on about mythology and law enforcement ideas. Her hand softly moved to play with the edge of his collar, now unbuttoned, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. She whispered, impossibly soft. “Sometimes I’m scared I’ll never feel that way again. Like no one will ever want me.”

Stiles was shocked. She had been vulnerable with him before. He knew she often doubted herself, but he didn’t think he’d ever heard her sound this sad, his alone. Stiles frowns and moved his hand to caress her cheek, as he shifted on the couch to face her. “Lydia…. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You are the bravest person I know, kind and smart and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want you?”

Lydia looked up at him her hands softly grabbing at his collar and pulled him into her. She pressed her lips softly to his before gently wrapping her arms around his neck. Stiles was a little startled but closed his eyes gently resting his hands on her waist.

They’d kissed before. Once. That forgotten night in the locker room when she stopped him from a panic attack. He’d thought about it before. The way her hands cupped his face as she pulled him in calming him efficiently. She’d thought about it before. The way his warm lips felt against hers and the numerous times she’d wanted to do it again.

Like tonight. Expect tonight, the alcohol lowered their inhibitions. They were doing what they’d been wanting to do for ages. They were giving in to each other. Intertwined, bodies fitting perfectly, like they were two molded pieces, made for each other.

That was the first night it happened. After that, they found themselves looking for empty apartments, or late night rides in the jeep or dirty bathrooms at their usual bar. They found themselves making excuses to be with each other, whether it involved laundry, the movies, their parents, assignments, really anything. The proximity of their apartments made everything that much easier, and still that much harder.

There had been a few slip ups.

Like the time when Stiles was leaving for class and he accidentally kissed Lydia in front of everyone. Of course, Stiles being himself, went around kissing Kira and Malia as well before he left, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Leaving them all shocked, and Lydia blushing. Malia and Kira gave him a stern talking to the next day while Lydia stifled a laugh from behind them, pretending to be appalled as well.

Then there was the time Lydia was having a rough day, so she insisted her secret boyfriend Stiles Stilinski take a bath with her. Of course, she didn’t think Allison would be home from work early and knocked on the bathroom door urging to come in and ask her about takeout. Stiles natural ducked under the bubbles as Allison talked a little too long about Chinese Food, even though Lydia insisted she didn’t want any. Of course, Stiles being Stiles made Lydia call Allison back in as he hid under the bubbles for some egg rolls and lo Mein.

Then Scott found out.

Stiles and Scott were driving back from the grocery store on their weekly trip in the Jeep, whose trunk and back seat were big enough to fit the amount of groceries they needed on a weekly basis. Stiles as always, was humming along to the music, his left leg shaking as he tapped on the wheel. Then Scott spoke “Did we buy any of those brownies that come pre-packaged?” Stiles nodded vigorously as he kept humming and tapping along to the music.

Scott then decided to turn around in his seat and start digging through the groceries until he found the brownies. Of course, What he found weren’t the groceries at all, but Lydia Martin’s bright red bra she had left in the back seat from their last rendezvous. Scott smiled wide as he pulled it out and looked at it. “Dude. Who’s is this?”

Stiles frowned, not looking at him. “Who’s is what?” Stiles continued tapping as he pulled up to their apartment and saw the bright red bra. He’d been so very happy to see it the night before, but now his eyes were wide and he was blushing a shade similar to the bra Scott was holding up. Stiles quickly snatched it. “No one. Mind your own business.” Stiles said quickly as he shoved it into his coat.

Scott Laughs smiling grabbing the groceries from the Jeep’s Trunk. “Come on dude. I’m your best friend just tell me.” Stiles chuckles shaking his head as he pulled too many groceries out of the car and into their apartment.

“This girl, Scott.” He said, hoping Scott would forget it. Thankfully, Scott nodded punching him in the arm, happy he was finally dating again before distracting himself with the brownies.

Later that day, as usual they went over to the girl place all sitting around the Tv, not paying much attention to the repeat playing in the background. They hung out there because Lydia and Allison’s place was both bigger and had more comfortable seating. Allison, Kira and Malia were sitting on the couch when Lydia walked in from her room. “Hey Allison, did you see my bright red bra when you did laundry? I can’t find it in my drawer.”

Allison shook her head shrugging at Lydia. Scott took a couple seconds to process it before he gasped loudly, eyes wide as he pointed at Lydia and Stiles back and forth. Stiles made a face to Lydia as he stood up and grabbed Scott. “Scott, can I talk to you for a second?” Stiles said a little frantically as Scott kept pointing at him and Lydia making loud noises like he couldn’t get the words out. Lydia and Stiles dragged him into Lydia’s Room. Stiles ended up covering Scotts mouth in the process and tackling him onto the bed. Scott was still pointing frantically between them. Stiles sighed and gently said “Yes okay. Yes.” As he pulled his hand off Scotts mouth and getting off him.

Scott sat up, eyes still wide. He pointed to Stiles “You!” then at Lydia “and you?!”            

Lydia nodded frantically. “Yes, yes but you can’t tell anyone okay? No one knows!”

Scott was still very shocked and confused, he looked around at them “How? When?”

Stiles sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “It happened after the engagement party.”

Scott’s eyes widened again. “AFTER THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY?”

Stiles freaked covering his mouth and looking back to the door making sure no one else heard. His hands moving a little frantically as he spoke “The reason we didn’t want to tell anyone is because we didn’t want to make a big deal about it…”

Scott groaned still looking back and forth between the two of them. “But it is a big deal!” He stood up quickly. “I have to tell someone!” which led to Stiles and Lydia both grabbing him and making him sit down again, trying to calm him.

Stiles shook his head looking at him. “Scott you can’t!”

Lydia stood in front of Scott. “Please? We just don’t want to have to deal with telling everyone okay? Just promise you won’t tell.”

Scott looked between them frantically, the words almost gliding off his lips. He felt like he needed to tell someone, but the looks on their faces made him sigh loudly. “Alright!” He looked between them still trying to grasp what he just learned. “Man this is unbelievable! I mean… Its great! But…” he kept looking between them.

Stiles and Lydia had shifted to staring at each other, with big stupid goofy smiles on their faces. Lydia slowly walked to Stiles and wrapped her arms around his neck, making Stiles’ arms automatically wrap around her waist as a reflex. “I know, It’s great.” She said, smiling so wide, Scott thought her cheeks probably hurt. Then they kissed and Scott was kind of grossed out but he loved seeing two of his best friends so happy. Their eyes glowed and they radiated euphoria. Scott would keep the secret as long as they wanted, or as long as he could. He would give anything to make those two happy like they were in each other’s arms.

Then, hiding it became more difficult.

Because, now that Scott knew, their apartment became a safe haven for Stiles and Lydia to be themselves. Scott would often come home to find Lydia curled into Stiles’ lap while they watched a movie or did a crossword puzzle. Or he would wake up to the smell of bacon being cooked and find Lydia making breakfast for a sleeping Stiles before class in nothing but his old t-shirts she loved. Scott loved it. How happy they were together, but it was becoming increasingly hard to hide this from the rest of their friends.

Then Allison found out.

Allison walked into Scott and Stile’s apartment, without using a key because they never locked their door. She told him she would come over after class, but class ended early so here she was. Allison knew Stiles was home, so she figured she’d bug him until Scott showed up. She walked to his door, about to knock when she heard him speak behind it, she frowned.

“I can’t wait for tonight.” Stiles said, with an audible grin. Allison smiled. It was nice to hear him happy, probably with a girl. She wondered who he was talking to.

“Me either. I’ll just tell Allison I’m going to go do laundry for a couple hours.” Allison heard Lydia say, with the charming ring in her voice. Allison’s eyes widened.

“Laundry, huh? Is that my new nickname?” Stiles said chuckling.

Allison heard Lydia giggle before whispering something incomprehensible and then she heard moans coming from the door. Allison quickly backed away from the door freaking out, pointing at it. No way. She thought, thinking of all the times Lydia and Stiles have recently disappeared together and she didn’t think anything of it. They were together. Oh. My. God. Allison heard Scott walk in and she kept pointing to the door eyes wide. Scott realized why she was pointing and pulls her outside into the hallway nodding.

Allison was jumping up and down, freaking out. She whispered “Stiles and Lydia!”

Scott nodded. “Yes I know.”

Allison stopped jumping up and down, and frowned. “wait you know? Why didn’t you tell me? We tell each other everything baby.”

Scott nodded holding her hands. “I know but they made me promise not to tell. And you can’t tell anyone either Ally.”

Allison pouted, grabbing Scotts neck. “But we have to tell someone!”

Scott shook his head. “They really don’t want to tell anyone yet… plus now I can talk to you about it which is such a relief I’ve known way too long.”

Allison frowns. “How long has this been happening?”

Scott sighs looking down at her. “Since the engagement party… But look Kira and Malia and Isaac cannot find out. Okay?”

Allison nodded, pouting before kissing Scott. “Okay.”

After that, things went smoothly for a while. Stiles and Lydia didn’t know that Allison knew. Although Allison was making hiding a bit easier for Lydia. She would spend more time at the library or out with Scott so Lydia and Stiles could have alone time. She would “make too much” French pastries so Lydia would have an excuse to go see Stiles for a bit. Everything was going well. Lydia and Stiles were infatuated with each other in a way that was like a fairytale. They were going on read dates and staying over each other’s places.

Then Malia and Kira found out. And all Hell broke loose.

Allison, Kira and Malia were across the street From Allison and Lydia’s apartment helping Isaac pick out a new place. Kira and Malia were looking out the window smiling. There was a perfect view of their friend’s apartment from there. “Hey! Look its Stiles and Lydia!”

Allison’s eyes widened and she ran to the window, watching what was unfolding before their eyes. Lydia was smiling as she grabbed Stiles by the belt loops and pulled him against her. Stiles smiled rolling his eyes, saying something to her before kissing her. Their clothes started coming off quickly as Stiles pressed her into the window. Malia’s eyes widened “STILES AND LYDIA! STILES AND LYDIA!” Kira was pointing and freaking out silently.

Allison nodded. “I know I know but you cannot tell Isaac okay!? They don’t want anyone to know!

Isaac walked in smiling.  “So I think this might be a good bachelor pad for me.” The girls quickly turns and nodded jumping up and down, trying to distract him from the window.

Kira said “We love this apartment for you! You should totally try and get it come on we’ll go with you!”

Isaac chuckled, loving the enthusiasm and let himself be guided to the front office to sign his new lease.

When the girls got home, Scott was sitting on the couch spread out reading a book. Allison smiled and leaned around to kiss around his face. Scott smiled and pulled her over the couch onto his lap smiling. “Hi.”

Allison smiles wide. “We have good news! The girls know!”

Scott’s eyes widen as he looked at them. “That’s great! Now enough people know, that we can just tell them we know!”

Kira frowned as Malia sat down next to her. “Wait you’ve known? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Scott sighed. “Come on guy’s you know I wanted to! They just didn’t want me to! But now, enough of us know that it doesn’t matter!”

Malia smiled. “Or we could mess with them.” Kira nodded in agreement.

Scott groaned. “What?! No! no more secrets!”

Allison smiled. “I like that idea…”

“They don’t know that we know! So we can mess with them… I’ll use my obvious sex appeal…” Malia said smiling. Just as she said that, Lydia and Stiles walked in. Malia winked at the rest and walked up to Stiles, smiling. She ran her hand down his chest. “Wow, Stiles you’re looking really good today…”

Stiles chuckled smiling running his hands through his hair. “Well you know, this shirt is new…”

Kira and Allison chuckled a little as they watched Malia flirt with Stiles. Scott covered his eyes unable to watch the complicated web of lies forming in front of him. Malia smiled and nodded, reaching to rub his shoulders. “It really does you justice. Shows off your strong chest…” Stiles blushed hard smiling, a little confused. Malia winked at him, before grabbing her stuff and leaving with Kira.

Stiles chuckled fixing his shirt, feeling very full of himself. He looked at Lydia raising his eyebrows. Lydia was frowning trying to figure out what was going on as she saw Allison and Scott disappear into Allison’s room. Stiles chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lydia’s waist. “See babe, you’re dating a big shot hottie… I told you this shirt was good for me!”

Lydia looks up at him. “Stiles its just another flannel….” Her eyes widen as she gasped. “Oh my God they know!”

Stiles frowned looking at her. “What? Is it so hard to believe that I have a strong chest?” Stiles rubbed his arm over his own chest and shoulder then his eyes widened. “Oh My God! They Know!” Lydia nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“They’re messing with us!” Lydia said as she pulled away from Stiles. A devious smile crossed her face that reminded Stiles of why he liked her to begin with. “But wait! They don’t know that we know they know!”

Stiles chuckled. “Okay, so what are we going to do about it?”

Lydia smiled and pulled Stiles closed. “You are going to call Malia’s bluff. You are going to go up to her and ask her to come over and you are going to flirt your ass off.”

Stiles’ eyes widen. “What? Why me!? Can’t you flirt with her Lydia?”

Lydia chuckles and kisses Stiles. “Come on you got this. I believe in you.”

Stiles smiled wide, the determined look on her face making his heart swell like every time she bit her lip and looked at him like he was crazy.

So Later that day, when Malia came over, Stiles made sure to go up to her smiling as slyly as he could. “So, Lia…” He said trying to be smooth. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over later. I have wine and maybe you can fee l my strong chest some more… like old times…”

Stiles smiled as he leaned over Malia, his hand resting on her waist. Malia looked a little taken aback as she looked around at Kira and Allison. “Um Yeah… Sounds Good…”

Stiles nodded and pulled away. “Cool. See you tonight then.” Stiles walked out with a confidence that surprised everyone. Malia was just kind of stunned as she watched Stiles Leave.

Kira frowned. “What? I can’t believe Stiles would do that to Lydia…unless…” Kira looked at Allison and they groaned in unison. “They know we know!”

Malia sighed. “So what, is the jig up then?”

Scott groaned walking out. “Please Please Please let the jig be up!”

Allison and Kira smiled deviously, and Allison said “But they don’t know, we know they know we know.”

Malia frowned in confusion looking around to all of them. “What?”

Kira chuckles at Malia’s confusion. “We are going to keep pushing them until they admit.” Malia nodded, pretending to understand.

Scott groaned and laid on the couch annoyed at this entire situation. All Scott wanted was for them to admit everything so the lying could be done. The girls help Malia get ready and Lydia has to mentally prepare Stiles. Sure, at some point, Malia and Stiles had been a thing, but now they’re friends. So, this was going to be very very weird.

Stiles waited nervously in his button down and slacks for Malia to come. Lydia was frantically fixing his collar, trying to give him a pep-talk so he could go through with this. They were at a stale mate of unwanted flirting and advances that would implode in some ones face. Malia was fixing her dress awkwardly as she looked at Kira for encouragement. She knew she could do it but she didn’t know if she wanted to. She knocked on his door nervous, as the others scattered to hide behind the door.

Stiles let Lydia hide quickly before rushing to answer the door. “Hello.” He looked at Malia and was immediately intimidated by the amount of cleavage being showed in her dress. They weren’t kidding around with this, they were pushing it to the max.

Malia smiled wide and walked close to Stiles. “Hello. Don’t you look handsome….”

Stiles nodded smiling, not as wide as he normally would have. “You look very nice… Do you want some wine?” He quickly turned to the counter struggling to look for the bottle of wine. Malia groaned silently behind his and shuddered before stopping him and pulling him close.

“Wine sound good, but how about we just move to the chest touching.” She said her hands rubbing his chest as she looked at him. He nodded nervously and awkwardly held her waist. Malia challenged this by moving her hands to hold his belt. Stiles was nervous as he moved his arm to her shoulder avoiding looking at her cleavage. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Stiles nodded eyes wide “Not if I kiss you first.” Malia slowly leaned in their lips puckered and he puckered his lip avoiding moving any closer to her, his head shaking. Malia was moving closer avoiding it to until their lips barely touched when Stiles snapped away from her quickly. “YOU WIN! YOU WIN! I CAN’T DO THIS!”

Malia smiled wide as everyone walked back into the room hearing Stiles scream, Lydia slowly peeking out of the bathroom.  “And why not!?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE LYDIA!” He said eyes wide looking at her.

Malia’s eyes widened as she looked between them. “What?”

“I love Lydia! I love her!” Stiles said pointing to Lydia.

Malia smiled as everyone smiles, pouring in behind her. “What? I just thought you guys were hooking up, I didn’t know you were in love!”

Lydia whispered softly from behind Stiles “You love me?”

Stiles nodded turning to her, his arms finding their natural place around her body. He whispered to her “Of course, I love you. I’m in Love with you…”

Lydia smiles wide, with tears in her eyes, whispering “I love you too dummy…”

Stiles smiled, his heart filling with joy as he leaned down to kiss her, holding her tight to his body. Lydia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling away.

Scott sighed in relief from behind Allison. “Okay, So now we know and they know we know can we just tell Isaac and be done with it?” His voice exasperated, exhausted by the schemes and lies.

Isaac walked up behind them confused. “Tell me what?”

Malia and Kira smiled as they said in unison “Stiles and Lydia are together.”

Isaac frowned then chuckled. “What you guys didn’t know? They hooked up the weekend of the engagement party. Super obvious about it by the way guys…”

Everyone just kind of looked at Isaac in shock before laughing to themselves. They all fell to their natural spots on the couch, with Stiles holding Lydia tight into his chest.

This slowly became their new norm. Stiles and Lydia were a like a single entity in the friend group now. It was almost as if they had always been that way. The fit so well together that everyone wondered why they didn’t notice before. The way they subtly looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking, or found an excuse to say the other’s name just because they could. Stiles and Lydia were cool and comfortable, yet they pushed each other in the best way possible. They were two parts of one soul and they’d finally made their way back to each other.

anonymous asked:

What would the MC and RFA's first kiss be like?

First Kiss!

Just to clarify that this won’t follow the canon first kisses and Jaehee’s will contain spoilers for her route (hers will be the last one listed in this answer)! Thanks for the request hope you are having a good day friend~

Jumin:

  • he struggles at first with knowing how to express emotion appropriately in his route, and I don’t really think he’d be very “smooth” about your first kiss
  • whilst going to see jumin which also means seeing elizabeth the 3rd at his penthouse, jumin receives an emergency call from work, and whilst usually he can get away with spending the time with you instead, it’s clear that it is not something he can put off, so he reminds you that you are welcome to stay and to make yourself comfortable, he probably lists where all the rooms are if you need anything even if you have visited plenty of times before
  • elizabeth the 3rd gets bored quite quickly, and starts meowing for her daddy papa jumin, but she calms down when you start playing with her, and soon you find yourself running around the apartment waving a toy and letting elizabeth the 3rd chase after it, although she soon tires of it and wants to just snooze and not do much at all until jumin is back
  • all the running around wears you out, so you decide to nap with elizabeth the 3rd on the couch, it doesn’t seem like jumin is going to be back any time soon so a short nap isn’t going to hurt!
  • the short nap turns into a pretty damn long one and jumin comes back to see you and elizabeth the 3rd curled up together, sound asleep, and he softly smiles, happily admiring his two favourite people, and he just really has the urge to kiss you, you just look so cute and peaceful (okay the poor Elly isn’t a damn person but cats are precious I swear)

  • he’d gently crouch down and place a hand on your shoulder to wake you, and would announce that he’s going to kiss you, jumin very much seems like he would almost narrate what he’s going to do, he’s never really expressed romantic emotions before, apart from a little during the time rika was around and he had implied unrequited feelings for her, and just says what he thinks
  • jumin is also like yoosung in the sense that he is inexperienced, and the first time he kisses you, it is literally both your lips slightly grazing against each other, but I think he would quickly realise that he didn’t apply quite enough pressure and would immediately try again and would get it a little better
  • unlike yoosung, he doesn’t worry quite as much if the kiss was perfect or anything, he’s confident he will have plenty of opportunities to perfect the art of kissing but would still be curious to know what you thought of it, he definitely would stick to gentle but passionate kisses and would only be a lot rougher with his kisses if he knew you were into it (js that jumin would give some pretty hot rough kisses okay)
  • bonus: okay just imagine jumin using his free hand to cover elizabeth the 3rds eyes, his lil baby needs to be censored from such behaviour

707:

  • a first kiss means a lot to seven but he doesn’t let it show, and likes things to remain light hearted
  • the first time you guys “kiss” is when he puts two of those damn Honey Buddha Chips in his mouth to create like a duck beak and tilts your chin so he can kiss you with the chips in his mouth, and it doesn’t come as much of a surprise that he even does this
  • why is he like this
  • he certainly doesn’t want to leave things just at a joke kiss, but used it as an opportunity to see if you are interested in/wanting to kiss him in the first place
  • of course, you don’t want your first kiss to be like that at all, and you take the chips from Luciel’s mouth and give him a quick peck on the lips before walking away and hiding in the kitchen as if nothing just happened, it’s always such good fun to troll Seven after the amount of times he’s played silly pranks on you (and probably Yoosung bless him that kid is gullible as all hell)
  • Seven probably sits there for a little bit, wondering how the hell he just got trolled so hard by you before going off to find you, not hesitating in walking up to you and leaning against you slightly, essentially trapping you against the kitchen side, and now that he knows for sure that you both want to kiss each other, he goes straight in for a a fairly deep kiss considering it’s your first time kissing each other, and then he pulls back and stands there with his arms around you and his chin resting on the top of your head for a little while, enjoying the break from the ridiculous amount of work he has and just the satisfaction along with the peaceful atmosphere

Yoosung:

  • Yoosung talks a lot about how much having a girlfriend means to him and everything in the game, so a first kiss is definitely a big deal in his opinion
  • like Seven, I don’t think he’d want the first kiss to be in completely serious circumstances, although he is definitely not as light-hearted about it as Seven would appear to be
  • for a while, Yoosung shies away from having a first kiss with you, in all fairness, both of you seem quite content in just cuddling for the time being, although both of you are guilty of hinting that a first kiss would definitely be something you’d both like to go for, you’ve caught him glancing at your lips on quite a few occasions
  • it’s not until one afternoon where he lets you wreak havoc on his LOLOL account (it took you ages for you to persuade him to let you anywhere near his account) that he’s hit with a realisation of how much he likes/loves you whilst you are sat on his lap, almost yelling at his computer screen in frustration when someone mercilessly destroys all the hard work you’d managed to do in LOLOL, followed by the sound of you laughing heartily when you see other players also get completely destroyed (okay idk how this game is played okay don’t even question it)
  • he nervously asks if he can kiss you, I don’t think he seems like he’d just go for it, he needs the verbal reassurance from you that it is okay for him to kiss you
  • yoosung tells you how happy he is to be with you, and reminds you that he is happy that you are not the same as rika (he still feels guilty about thinking you were one and the same at first), before giving you a very short kiss
  • he is probably visibly blushing, from the sounds of things he is very inexperienced and would probably ask if the kiss was any good, I think he would always be a little anxious that he isn’t any good at it and you didn’t enjoy it, and whilst he isn’t exactly a pro at it until he gets practice, it still is lovely

Zen:

  • Zen seems so flirty in the chats, but he sends you home after you hold his hand back at his place, and he’s overwhelmed by just this much, then it made me think that a first kiss seems like a much bigger deal than he lets on
  • the next time you go to his late at night, he takes you back up to balcony to gaze at the stars again, at least he doesn’t hesitate to put his hand on yours on the balcony rail, but he chickens out again of going in for a kiss, afraid he’ll be overwhelmed the poor thing, but he is very determined to overcome it, but wants it to be romantic, Zen wouldn’t half ass your first kiss
  • your first “official” date out at a fancy restaurant is where you finally get that first kiss, but throughout the evening, the perfect opportunities for a kiss always get interrupted, he starts to lean across the table for a kiss a little while after you first sit down, the atmosphere is so relaxed and the tables all have candles on them, in his eyes it is very romantic and the perfect timing
  • but then the waiter arrives, just as he gets close to you
  • the next opportunity comes along when you and zen both get up to leave, he pulls out your chair for you and holds an arm out for you to hold onto, and your face is in super close proximity to Zen’s, but you are again interrupted by the waiter, who brings over the bill to be paid (RIP Zen)
  • it’s not until you are outside taking a stroll back to Zen’s apartment that you get the real opportunity for a kiss, but he waits until you get into a quieter part of town where the stars are more visible and there aren’t really any cars passing by, and just stops walking, and tells you to look up at the stars
  • he probably compares you to the stars and comments that he is more beautiful than all the stars together
  • he’d slide an arm around your waist and pull you close, and just guiltily stare at you as you watch the stars for a little while in comfortable silence, honestly just captured by the way the moonlight illuminates your face what a sap
  • he doesn’t verbally really give any warning that he’s going to kiss you, but when he turns to face you and moves his hand to your cheek, it’s a pretty good indication, and he at first goes for a short, sweet and chaste kiss and pulls back just to make sure you’re okay, but then once he sees that you’re clearly at ease, he definitely leans back in for a deeper kiss
  • on the rest of the walk back to his apartment, zen appears to be keeping his cool but inside he is pretty much losing his shit
  • zen very much likes pda so this is gonna be the first kiss of many!

Jaehee:

much love to my bae who helped with this one!!!! SPOILER ALERT FOR THIS ONE

  • after opening your coffee shop together, you and jaehee fall into a comfortable routine of sitting together after you are closed for the evening and jaehee always makes you a coffee, you can never get tired of how well she makes them, and after gaining more confidence, she starts putting designs on the top of them. Your ‘friendship’ definitely feels like it’s developed into something more, and there’s been minimal hints from both you and jaehee that you are into each other, but no one has said anything
  • the designs on the top of the coffee she makes for you start off as fairly normal ones, but one day she brings across a coffee with a heart on the top, and at first, you think nothing of it, but jaehee is totally smiling, although she doesn’t say anything
  • after it being so hectic during the day, she probably appreciates just having some quiet for a little bit, and gazes out of the window with you, the sun just starting to set and the sky is gorgeous hues of purple and orange
  • both of you avoid looking at each other, and when you look down at your coffee, jaehee reaches to push your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear, it is completely silent, save for the sound of you both lightly breathing, and the atmosphere just feels perfect, the coffee shop dimly lit and everything just has a romantic feel to it
  • as she tucks your hair behind your ear, you lean forward and jaehee opts for a kiss on the cheek, but you misjudge it completely and it accidentally turns into a “proper” kiss, and you can feel the heat rise on your cheeks and you can tell that jaehee isn’t really in much of a better state, but neither of you pull away
  • MC asks jaehee if she wants to try it again, and jaehee probably nervously laughs softly and agrees, and you can feel her smiling as you both go for another kiss, this time a little more ready
  • your first kiss with jaehee would be very simple and in the eyes of others it wouldn’t seem that special, but to you it means a lot, and it feels very intimate
Coffee, Tea, Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x Cas, because of course

Word Count: too much

Warnings: a couple of swear words, nothing major. Also Dean is drunk and says stupid drunk things ;)

Summary: Cas drinks coffee and doesn’t wear a shirt, Dean drinks whiskey and is bolder because of it, and they meet in between with tea. Cas’ paper gets turned in much too late. Dean’s ceiling has a better view than Cas’ window. Now Dean sings AC/DC every time he’s drunk.

i suck at summaries just read it

A/N: This is like slightly au-ish Cas is in college and Dean has a job or something idk

Cas had a paper due in the morning. He was probably on his fifth cup of coffee. His hands were a bit shaky and he could hardly see straight, let alone read out of his textbook. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and he was sitting on his couch wrapped in a blanket in his underwear, falling asleep slumped against a stack of essays and research. This was not ideal. It’s kind of hard to turn in his paper if he goes into cardiac arrest in an attempt to write it.

Cas decides he’s earned himself a rest, just for a couple of minutes. He sets his books down and leans back against the couch, his neck resting at an uncomfortable angle but he was too tired to care.

His eyes close and just as he’s about to doze off he hears the clanky old elevator open with a loud bang. The noise jerks him awake and he slowly shuffles to the door with a sigh, trying to suppress yet another yawn. He looks sleepily through the peephole in his front door as he hears footfalls echoing down the hallway.

Someone stops in front of the door opposite his apartment, and even through the warped glass Cas can tell exactly who it is and suddenly he’s not so sleepy anymore. His breath catches as he watches his evidently very drunk neighbor Dean Winchester drop his keys and swear. He bends over to get them and although the view is very nice from Cas’ perspective he nearly falls over, so Cas makes a split second decision.

Cas grabs a pair of sweatpants and hurriedly pulls them on before opening his door and steps out into the cold hallway. He shivers as the icy air hits his bare chest, and he wishes he had put a shirt on, too.

Dean jumps as he feels hands grip his arms from behind, and he mumbles in protest as someone pulls him to stand upright, leaning heavily on the doorframe. He’s about to spit something despicable in their general direction, but then he opens his eyes to see a pair of bright blue ones looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement.

It takes him a second to focus in on the shirtless man holding him up, and Dean frowns as his intoxicated mind tries to catch up with the rest of him, struggling to place the name with the face. “Castiel?”

It comes out a bit slurred, and the last two vowels in his name are left out. Cas chuckles at him, and picks his keys up off the floor.

“Hey, neighbor,” He says gently as Dean squints at him in the weak lighting of the hallway.

He fiddles with Dean’s keys for a second, finding the right one and sticking it in the lock. “I told you this before, you can call me Cas, alright? It’ll be a lot easier for you to say.”

Dean looks like he’s trying to process that, frowning once again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cas swings the door open wide and gives him a knowing look. “You’re drunk, Dean,” He deadpans.

He scoffs, looking offended. “What? No I’m not. I know how to handle my alcohol.”

“Well, looks like you handled too much of it tonight. Now come on, let’s get you inside. You can barely stand up.”

Dean not unkindly swats away the hand Cas places on his shoulder, shaking his head vigorously and wincing as he does. He starts to stumble unsteadily into his apartment, Cas trailing on his heels. “Look, Cas, I’m fi-”

At that moment Dean’s legs decide to give out and he would’ve been an ungraceful heap of leather and whiskey on the ground, if not for Cas catching his wrist and slinging Dean’s arm across his broad shoulders. Dean grunts in surprise as Cas snakes an arm around his waist to balance them as he practically drags Dean the rest of the way into the apartment.

“Fine, my ass,” Cas mutters, tossing the keys onto a nearby table and shutting the door with his foot.

Dean laughs and Cas starts at the warm breath spreading across his neck, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity of Dean’s face to his. It was hard to see anything in Dean’s apartment but Cas really doesn’t want to search for the light switch, and he was relieved that Dean couldn’t see his face burning in the dark.

“You ever get tired of being right, Cas?” Dean’s eyes were half-lidded and he looked ready to fall asleep right on Cas’ shoulder, but somehow he still managed to maintain his usual sarcastic nature.

“You ever get tired of proving yourself wrong, Winchester?” Cas tosses back, astonished at his own cockiness despite being in Dean Winchester’s apartment, in the dark and without a shirt on, no less. He catches the gleam of Dean’s white teeth as he grins at him, and if he doesn’t immediately flush deep red at the sight of it he’d be lying.

They stay still for a while and wait for Dean’s now sensitive eyes to adjust to the darkness, and Dean hiccups. Cas smiles at the sound of it, because it’s goddamn adorable.

“I’m telling you, Cas, I’m not drunk.”

Cas laughs. “Alright, prove it then. Say your abc’s. Frontwards if it isn’t too hard.”

Dean frowns and and his eyes seem unfocused for a second. “Okay. Uhm. A..C..” He frowns and screws his eyes shut at the effort. “D..C..?”

Cas laughs, low and sleepy. “Well, you got one right.” He laughs again, sounding much more alive, as Dean begins to hum AC/DC’s Back in Black under his breath.

For more than a second they just stand there staring at each other, both unable to look away, and neither of them wanting to. In the close space between them their breath mingles and Cas realizes they’re breathing the same air, and Dean has the bitter taste of coffee beans on his lips now, and Cas can feel the fading electricity of whiskey in his lungs. Another thing Cas realizes is that if he kissed Dean right now he would probably taste like caffeine and alcohol, and he almost curses out loud, because he knew that thought was going to haunt him long after he left Dean’s apartment.

Cas decides to focus on just Dean, not on Dean’s lips or on Dean’s weirdly attractive smell of gasoline and empty liquor bottles or Dean’s heart beating against his, but just Dean, his drunk neighbor. So he’s the one to look away and clear his throat, feeling wildly uncomfortable. He drags Dean further in and makes a waving sort of motion with his free arm.

“So your bedroom,” Cas states, voice carefully devoid of any emotion.

Dean’s head lolls to the side a bit as he peers up at Cas, throwing him a look of mock exasperation. He laughs a little bit, and the sound radiates from his chest, rattling against Cas’ ribcage and making it impossibly hard for him to keep breathing normally.

“We live in the same building, Cas. My room is where your room is.”

A pause. “Oh. Right.”

Dean gives him that smile full of teeth again as they start to shuffle forward based solely on Cas’ memory of his apartment. “And I thought I was the drunk one.”

Cas rolls his eyes so Dean can see it, and while rounding the corner Cas ‘accidentally’ leads him right into one of the walls, causing him to cry out. He hops on one foot, which isn’t easy to do with a bottle of whiskey in your veins, and frowns at Cas.

“You fucking did that on purpose, Cas!”

Cas doesn’t give Dean a reply, just smirks faintly and tightens his grip around Dean’s middle. “Keep it down, Dean. It’s two am.”

Dean grumbles but walks on, keeping a tight grip on Cas’ shoulder. He soon interrupts the silence, though, stopping and facing Cas with an amused look.

“Speaking of two am, Cas, don’t you remember that time you were drunk?”

Cas raises his eyebrows. He crosses his arms over his bare and unfortunately still cold chest. “Wait, what?”

Dean lets out a full-bodied laugh, doubling over and holding his sides. “You don’t- you don’t remember? Oh, that is golden.”

“Dean, what the hell are you talking about. I don’t get drunk. That’s not my thing. I don't even remember the last time I had more than one drink.”

“Exactly,” Dean says, chuckling and wiping at his eyes. “You don’t remember the last time because you were completely shitfaced. Like, even more than me.”

“That’s impossible. To take in that much alcohol would result in certain death.”

“Well you’re something else, then, because not too long ago you were banging on my door thinking it was yours. At two in the morning. I got you into your place and made you tea and put you to bed. I was wearing a shirt, not that I don’t like your new style choices.”

Cas blushes furiously, choosing to ignore his comment. “You made me tea?”

Dean shrugged. “You kept talking about tea for some reason, like the different kinds and stuff, so I made you some to get you to shut up.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said with a laugh, pulling Dean back onto his shoulder.

Dean just hums in response and walks with him. Cas opens the door and Dean falls forward onto the bed, eyes closed and feet dangling off the bed. Cas tugs silently at Dean’s shirt cuffs, hoping he’ll understand without Cas having to say anything because he’s not sure he trusts his voice right now, and Dean lifts his arms up as Cas slips his leather jacket off of his shoulders.

Cas sits on the edge of the bed and starts to unlace Dean’s boots, trying not to move him too much in case he’s already asleep. Dean squirms around on the bed, yawning.

“Cas,” Dean whispers, startling him. “How come we only ever talk to each other when we’re drunk?”

Cas sighs and pulls off Dean’s right boot. He looks up at the ceiling of Dean’s room and wonders how many times he had lain in bed and stared at his identical ceiling, thinking about how it would feel different seeing it from Dean’s sheets.

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m sure we could carry a very intelligent conversation while sober.”

Dean chuckles as his left boot falls to the floor, and he twists around to look at Cas. He seems hesitant and his words are still slurred, but he says, “Why don’t we do that sometime, Cas? I’ll take you out for tea or something. Do people do that? Go on tea dates?”

Cas stares at him, wide eyed. “You’re really asking me out on a date, now? You’re drunk, Dean,” Cas says for the second time that night, but he isn’t laughing now. “You won’t even remember this in the morning. Apparently we never do.”

Dean could hear the bitterness in Cas’ voice and he looked up at him, and even through his drunken haze it was if he was really looking at him, as if it was the first time. His smile lights up his whole face, and he sits up enough to tug Cas closer to him by the waistband of his sweats, the skin under his hand burning in a strangely enjoyable way.

“I guess you’ll just have to remind me in the morning, then,” Dean says, and pulls Cas down onto the bed with him.

Cas learns that Dean does, in fact, taste like coffee and whiskey. And later, like tea.

another place to let their hearts collide

p sure i got this prompt like well over a year ago but…….. 

anyways yeah also its kind of completely different from the prompt so sorry about that and i started writing it when niall was tweeting at fans their first night in south america so that managed to make it into the fic as well so this is just like a mess of things idrk

title from one by ed sheeran bc i am uncreative and ed sheeran is the most creative so there

pairing: ziall

warnings: drug use smut language frottage some light mentions of hair pulling/dirty talk kinks wow idk 

wc: ~2100

also on ao3

The fans are incredible, they really are. 

Niall just wishes they would maybe hold off on being incredible for, like, 8 hours or so and continue in the morning. He knows, he gets it— this is the band’s first time in South America and these fans are about as enthusiastic as fans get.

He just wants to sleep.

#letniallsleep is the #1 worldwide trend on Twitter but despite good intention and best effort, it’s not quite working. 

He tosses over, facing himself away from the window and pushes one of the many extra pillows against his exposed ear. He has earplugs packed somewhere especially for occasions like this, but fuck if he knows where. Usually he tries to avoid them altogether if he can— they’re spectacularly uncomfortable and make him feel like he’s got a head cold. 

The minutes tick by as he lays there; cheering and singing from outside ringing in his ears and the pillows aren’t helping worth shit if he’s being honest.

Finally he sits up in defeat, sighing as he types out yet another useless tweet begging for quiet. Scrubbing at his face, he just sits and stares at the wall a moment, phone forgotten beside him, before he’s suddenly up and heading towards the door.

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5/23 Boueibu LOVE! LIVE Report

SETLIST:

Zettai Muteki Fallin’ Love

MC Talk -introduction-

123 de Love & Joy!!
Baby Baby Sweet Baby!!
Why So Cool?
Ore wa Kyuukyoku Taiman Shugisha
Naruko Ryuu Kabu de Moukeru Houteishiki

MC Talk -kurotama yuu- (ft. Box from the niconama)

Just going now!!

-VCR with Sugit
Oh My Anchan
Sync A Think
Naida Kaze no Kousaten

MC Talk Zettai Muteki Fallin’ Love

-Encore-
(Announcements)
Just going now!!

*and starts my uncontrollable waterworks*

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