prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other
warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip
notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)
Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.
He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.
And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.
Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
This is probably obvious now, but I love high school themes LOL. So hope you like this^^
RFA and MC meeting in high school/college before RFA
was determined, this was going to be his last day in school
was the point? It’s not like he was going to college and getting a job at an
office like… like his brother… ugh…
since it was last day, he wouldn’t give any fucks and hide in the library to
get some eye shut
grabbed some books and piled them to use as support for his head.
his nap got disturbed by someone tapping his shoulder. Ugh… if this was a
teacher, he would yell, no fucks given, this is his last day anyway…
no… it’s a girl… and a very cute one, by the way.
me, uhm… sorry to interrupt you, but uhm… are you going to read this book?” you
pointed “There aren’t other copies of it, and… since you’re not really reading
yeah, sure! Here!” he snapped out of his sleepy state to take a better look at
you, how come he never saw you around? “Do we know each other?” he asked
knowing it would sound like he was hitting on you. So what if he was?
I don’t think so… I’m new here, it’s my first day…” oh… maybe that’s why you
look so shy… he finds himself smiling “So, thank you. See you around.” You wave
at him and walk away.
actually saw each other, but it was years later when you showed up at his place
to make him feel better about his leg.
spent the night, guess, pulling an all nighter to play LOLOL
managed to get awake for most of this class, but ended up dozing off when it was
close to the end
he barely noticed people getting up and leaving the class
he was listening to some muffled sounds, but it sounded so distant, even these
girls talking and giggling felt like it wasn’t real
on, MC! I want to introduce you to that guy I was talking about! Let’s lunch
with him!” “Alright, I’m coming…”
finally woke up when felt this little whoosh provoked by the girl rushing out
next to him. Ugh… better get out of here…
grabs his backpack and opens to place the books, but… wait, that’s not his
backpack… he’s pretty sure he never keeps lipstick on his backpack… ohhh, it
must be that girl’s who passed by him.
opens the door to go to the hallway and see if he can reach you, but… there’s
no need, you were about to open the door and widen your eyes in surprise.
This must be yours. I’m sorry, I was such in a rush to get out, biology with
professor Kyun always lets me a little crazy, you know how it is, right?” he
would if he paid attention to class… he just nods, unable to stare at your
come on!” “I’m coming! See you, Yoosung!” he waves, but you’re already running
towards your friend. He grabs his backpack and notices there isn’t a tag or
anything with his name on it… so how do you know his name?
was something he would ask you after the RFA party.
rarely went to parties in college, but decided to give a shot that night
it was fine, she was drinking some beer, risking on talking to people she’d
never seen before.
this tipsy girl who proposed a toast out of nowhere and disappeared right
was feeling a little dizzy, but the scene she saw sobered her up immediately
and her blood boiled in angry.
girl who made a toast with her was visibly uncomfortable with this guy groping
and dragging her back everytime she tried to leave.
you are, Seyeon! I was looking all over for you! Let’s go, there’s someone I want
you to meet!” she grabs your hand and pulls you away from there.
you… but you didn’t have to do that, the guy could get mad and do something
awful to both of us…” “In that case, I would have to show what my black belt in
judo is made of.”
smile and now it’s her turn to make her cup touch yours as in a toast, you
raise your cup and take a chug.
she was about to start a real talk, ask for your real name so she wouldn’t keep
calling you by the name she invented to get you away from the douchebag
the police showed up and shut down the party due to a noise complaint. And it
was dark in there, so even if you had stumbled into each other on college,
neither of you realized.
as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she knew.
was busy and stressed, studying for this test that was coming. But V insisted
on going to watch the female volleyball team’s trainning.
knew V had an eye on one of those girls and didn’t want to stay there by
himself, so Jumin agreed on going with him, as long as he could keep studying.
she is, number 3. She’s cute, right?” “I suppose…” Jumin shrugged, he really
didn’t care, he just wanted to do well in this physics test.
Jumin…” V nudged him “Jumin?” ugh… what now? He looked at Jihyun… and felt
something hitting his head.
raised his head, a little dizzy and looked forward, only to find a pair of
worried and shiny eyes staring at him.
you okay? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I think I added too much strength… I…” “It was nothing, don’t worry.” “Are you sure?
I hit your head…”
climbed the bleachers and went to him, messing with his hair. “I knew it, there’s
a bump, I’m so so sorry… let me walk you to the nurse office.”
this much invasion of his private space would annoy him, but he shivered when you
messed with his hair and… you looked genuinely concerned, he couldn’t get angry
with you making that face.
worry, I can take him.” V offered “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m okay, just stay
here and keep practicing, don’t worry about me.” He rushed out of there before
you would follow him, he didn’t want you to stay concerned.
took him to the nurse and everything was fine. “So you’re good to go, let’s get
back there?” “Oh, so you can keep watching number 3 like a stalker?” “No, so
you can see number 6 again.”
he really went, just giving his thumbs up stoically so you’d know he was fine,
but you looked too guilty and kept avoiding him until the end of the year, and
you never talked again… well, you did a few years later.
were some days he would study so much in college he would even forget to eat
was almost midnight and he realized he was hungry
he went on an errand trying to find some convenience store open, and after a
while, he found it.
how lucky! There was one package of Honey Buddha Chips left, gahhh, he was so hungry it
felt like the chips were calling his name…
barely noticed when someone grabbed the package at the same moment he did.
sorry…” you chuckled nervously. “It’s fine, I’m sorry too.” And you two kept
apologizing, but neither of you let the package go.
think… there’s only one mature and wise way to solve this…” he said, adjusting
his glasses. “I agree.” You said solemnly.
and then you said at the same time: “Rock. Paper. Scissors!” he chose paper,
you chose rock.
good player must recognize a defeat. Bon appétit!” you beamed as you walked away,
and he couldn’t help but smile.
there was a wiser and simpler solution: sharing. But… he couldn’t, no, he
needed to go back and study, and there was also the training with the agency in
the morning… well, you weren’t the first pretty girl he avoided initiating a
conversation because of his messy life, anyway.
you would be the last, and his life wouldn’t be that messy thanks to you.
was bored to death in that class
he started doodling nonsense, until…
saw that girl sitting diagonally from him, and she was… really cute.
was like his hands were moving by themselves, drawing her.
Kim, mind to share with the class what you’re working on? It must be important
to keep your attention like this…” the professor said ironically.
blushed and put his sketches away. What was he going to do with that, anyway?
It’s not like he would… give it to you…
he was being such a stalker finding out which one was you locker to put the
it was even weirder when he stayed to see you finding the draw.
MC… looks like you’ve got a present, who gave you this?” “I… I don’t know, it’s
not signed, there’s only a ‘V’ here…”
were looking at the draw, visibly impressed, gosh… he wanted to draw your
expression in that moment… he blushed even harder when your eyes locked with
his. Oh… he’d been staring too much and now you would know how much of a creep
quit drawing and started photographing… he met Rika, and he thought he would
never paint again… well, he also thought he would never see that girl he had a
quick crush on, he was so glad for being that wrong.
My boyfriend and I just broke up. It was mutual but it was really heartbreaking because we love each other but just can't be together right now. Could you do a little something cute with my bb Jae from Day6, please? Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)
im sorry!! here is a cute music majors!au with jae that i hope brightens ur day!!
you and jae are both music majors but he’s concentrating on guitar and you’re doing jazz studies
which is why you,,,,,,,,,never interact
and it’s just chance when you end up walking by the practice rooms, looking to put up posters for a performance of one of your friends when this tall, lanky, frantic looking boy runs up to you and is like
and youre so startled you drop the stack of flyers you were holding and you’re like holy shit is there a fire or something??? is someone hurt??? why did u yell help??
and the boy, glasses perched on the end of his nose, wide eyes looking at you like those of a lost child goes
“,,,,,,,,,,my friend ditched me so i have no one to record my audition.”
for a moment you wait for him to continue,,,,,,say something else,,,,,but he doesn’t
and you narrow your eyes and go “that,,,,,,,that’s why you yelled help?”
he nods, shrugging his guitar case over his shoulder and fixing his glasses, “dowoon canceled on me last minute to go get free food with wonpil,,,,,can you believe that? they call themselves my friends, ugh”
for a second you want to laugh but then you just shrug and go “id ditch someone for free food too.”
crinkling his nose he goes “really? you just gonna say that to me after i went through this traumatic experience of being abandoned.”
“you made me drop my flyers”
“if i pick them up, will you help me?”
you don’t have anything else planned, plus this guy is pretty funny so why not
you nod and the two of you gather the scattered flyers and he leads you toward an empty practice room
handing you the handheld camera you look at him and go “why cant i do it on my ph-”
“old school is the best school, now get my angle!”
you roll your eyes and hold up the camera,,,the guys guitar case is covered in band stickers and scribbles of random things in sharpie
he’s wearing relatively plain clothes and his hair is a little messy,,,,,,you dont think it’s a good look for an audition
so putting the camera down you walk over and you’re like “hey, whats ur name-”
he tells you it’s jae as he tunes his guitar and settles into the chair
you frown, looking him up and down and going “ok jae, let me be real.”
“be a real as you want”
“you look a mess, take the flannel off and comb your hair”
jae pulls his head back in shock, but does shrug off the old looking flannel. as for his hair he runs his hands through it and looks to you for approval
shaking your head you go over and tell him to sit still
for a minute or two you run your hands through his hair, trying to make it look presentable and less shaggy
stepping back you admire your work and give him a thumbs up,,,jae puts his hand up to fix his glasses, simultaneously hiding his oncoming blush from having a cute stranger play with his hair
on the cue you start filming and jae introduce himself with his name, age, and the name of the song he’s going to play
you don’t know why but when he starts playing you’re shocked at how good he is,,,,,,,,i mean this is a music major school but still,,,,,,he sounds like a professional
doing your best to hold the camera still, you get lost in the sound and the image of jae playing
his long body, awkward to the glance at first, looks better with a guitar in his hands
his fingers are long and pretty and then,,,,,,,he starts to sing
and it’s a voice like no other and you can’t help yourself - you’re hypnotized
you don’t even realize the song is over until jae gets out of his chair and comes over, taking the camera from your hand and pouting because “hey, why are you still recording?”
snapping back into reality you go “wow, you’re really good - whats this audition for?”
jae shrugs and mumbles that it’s nothing too crazy,,,but he’s happy you like it
grinning he turns to you and goes “thanks for your hardwork, you can really hold a camera well!”
you find yourself rolling your eyes again but also whatever - he’s cute
you tell him no problem and you turn to gather your flyers and leave when jae goes “ill help you put those up”
“you don’t have too-”
“nah, you did me a solid so ill help. maybe after,,,,,,,wanna get chicken together?”
you smile,,,,,feeling your heart skip a beat
“id like that.”
“,,,,,,,,but really a+ filming skill why are you in art school you could TOTALLY be a director”
long story short jae makes you laugh the whole time but also when you get food it kinda feels like a date,,,,,maybe????? definitely????
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,523
language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)
A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.
I'm not sure do you want to write it, because it's a little bit connected with wet dreams of RFA and Saeran's fic when he spies on MC's phone call, but maybe you want to write a request where RFA+V+Saeran and MC not together, but are very close, and s\o overhears how MC tells her friend about a certain nsfw fantasy about them and try to fulfill it. Btw, I love your works! You are amazing!
Wet dreams again! And with this one, the “wet dreams” trilogy is now complete! I did this one as mini-fics to celebrate, LOL (not really, I just got carried away as usual)
RFA + Saeran and V overhearing MC talking about her wet dreams with them (NSFW-ish?)
Come on, you don’t have to blush so much! You know you’re probably not the only
girl in this country that had wet dreams about Zen, right?”
but it’s different. I’m not just his
fan, I’m his friend. And he was a fucking butler, for fuck’s sake!”
You have a thing for butlers. Big news: we all do after watching Kuroshitsuji.”
“Yeah, and my mind keeps
playing a hentai version of it. With Zen! And… less wet, you know how hentais
are all wet and the censored version shows a girl being fucked by a bunch of
pixels? Yeah… my dream was nothing like that.”
“Oh… no pixels? So how…
how did it look?”
“Perfect… just like him…”
you sigh and chug the rest of your beer, watching as she laughs and says you’re
a dirty little bitch, and that’s why she loves you.
Zen feels… oddly
embarrassed. His fans have no chill in talking how handsome and sexy he is, and
how he is always in their dreams, but you’re right, you’re not just a fan, you’re
his friend. And though you never really hid you think he’s attractive, you never
told him you think he’s perfect, that his… dick… is perfect! Oh my… so much information
to deal! He was just trying to find you two in this after party with some of
his colleague actors, and here are the things he found out: hentais are all wet,
girl talk is kinda funny, girl talk makes him feel oddly shy when he happens to
be the subject of it, you think he’s perfect. He and his perfect dick serving
you in your dreams… oh, dreams are such powerful happenings, aren’t they? He
has psychic dreams once in a while… what about you?
“Hey, I finally found you
two, ladies. Ready to go home?” he tries to act casually, but he’s seeing you
on a whole different light.
“Yeah, let’s go. It’s
kinda late.” Your friend says, getting up of her chair. “Oh, but let me just
fangirl a little over that guy who played salesman #2. I’ll… meet you guys
outside.” She doesn’t even give you time to say anything and just vanish out of
“Enjoying the party,
babe?” oh… even calling you ‘babe’ feels differently now. What did he call you
in your dream? Madam?
“Yeah, it’s been great,
Zen! Thanks for letting us crash into this party, the musical was… fabulous,
you’re so talented.”
“Thanks. Here, let me
help you with your coat.”
“Oh, no need to, I’m
“Come on, it’s a pleasure
to service you.” Your eyes widen as you look away. Oh… he had no idea his
little tease would make him feel as aroused as you. “Anything else I can do for
“N-no, I’m fine. Let’s
get my friend before she ‘accidentally trips and falls into some of your
colleagues arms.” He chuckles at your attempt of brushing it out whatever wild
thoughts your mind is going through. What wouldn’t he give to hear them all?
You let your friend at
her place and then he walks you to yours. Somehow you managed to go back to your
usual, funny, bubbly self. You two stop at the door of your building.
“Thanks for the night,
“My pleasure.” He bows
before you, smirking as he sees you pressing your legs against each other. “So, what about joining me tomorrow night to help
me practice my lines? I think you’ll really like this new project.”
“Sure! I would love to!
Who will you play?”
“A butler.” He says
bluntly, trying not to laugh at your eyes blinking non-stop and your half ajar
mouth, your reaction is…ugh, perfect. “Good night, babe. Have sweet dreams.”
Your answer comes out
almost in a whisper. And as he starts walking, hearing you go inside your
building, he sighs in amusement. Your friend loves you because you’re a ‘dirty
little bitch’ and he loves you because… wait! He loves you?
“You should be ashamed of
yourself for thinking such impure thoughts about such a cinnamon roll, MC!”
“Don’t you think I don’t
know that? Ugh… he’s really cute, isn’t it?” you sigh “But you know what’s
cuter? His balls that I shamelessly sucked in that dream!” you two laugh
“Well, you’re so
altruistic even in your fantasies, aren’t you? Giving blowjobs instead of
getting eaten, I mean…”
“Well, you’ve met him,
haven’t you? He’s so shy, I think a blowjob would really make him loosen up. He
was definitely not shy in my dream, you know?”
“Bet he whined like a
“Girl, no! He was
groaning, and trust me… it was hot!”
Shit shit shit! Yoosung
should have stopped listening to this when he heard “balls”. And yet, he kept
standing there behind the bathroom door as you and your friend walked to the
hallway of the house she was throwing a little get together. He felt so special
about her inviting him, since he was one of your closest friends by now. Well,
as close as you two are now, it will never be close enough like you and her
talking about such… intimate things like you’re discussing this new color of
nail polish or… other stuff women talk about that he doesn’t really understand.
And though he appreciates it the hint of concern and desire of him loosening
up, your methods are… gahhhh! His face is all hot! Hot… like his groans in your
dream? No! What is he thinking? This is so naughty, Yoosung!
“Hey, MC…” he does his
best to not show you his embarrassment as he goes to you a little later, at
least not too much embarrassment.
“Are you okay? You look
so red… you don’t have a fever, do you?” your friend asks, trying to reach his
forehead, which makes him even redder. “Oh, poor thing! Hey, there’s a thermometer in the first aid
kit in the kitchen, why don’t you pick it? MC will help you.” He looks at you,
and… well, it would be impossible for you to get more flustered as him, but…
you looked pretty embarrassed… which made him feel a little relieved and very
“Sorry for the trouble,
MC. I… don’t really wanna feel like a burden to you or your friend.”
“Nonsense! If you’re
sick, I need to help you and make sure you’re feeling ok.” Helping him… making
him feel ok… gahhh! How come everything you say takes him immediately to the
conversation he overheard?
“See? No fever! I told
you I was fine, no need to worry! Now let’s go back to the party!” he says,
yes, he’ll definitely shake these naughty thoughts if it isn’t just the two of
“Are you sure? Or we can
just go, you know?”
“Ah, now that I was
starting to loosen up?” oops! It slips from his mouth before he even realizes.
But your shy smile is so worthy… “I mean… I
“You’re right. Let’s go.”
You turn your back on him. So he won’t see you blushing, maybe?
And he did loosen up,
making you and your friend really delighted. At the end, people were sad for seeing
you two calling it a night and he saying goodbye to walk you home.
“Did you have fun,
Yoosung?” you ask when you two stop by the door of your building.
“Yes! I gotta say, your
friends are… really handful at first, but then I got more comfortable and had
so much fun. Thanks for the night, MC!”
“Oh, I should thank you
for joining me, I know they can be really loud and… hard to deal if you’re shy
“Oh, you should know that
I’m not really that shy…” well, he is. But he needed seeing your cute flustered
smile at least one more time before he leaves.
So worth it! Loosening
up, getting less shy, making you smile… he loves how much he’s changing because
of you, he loves… you?
“Never would’ve took you
as a boob girl, MC! I was so sure you were more the ass type…”
“Girl, I thought I was,
but… her breasts are just… beautiful. I feel like a horny dude by thinking so
much of them to the point of dreaming about them, but… they are beautiful,
especially from the angle I was seeing in that dream, you know?”
“Well, they are pretty
big, I’m almost jealous…”
“I wish I was jealous, all
I can think about is how warm and smooth it must be…just like her whole skin…
and I seriously need to stop talking like a creepy guy, don’t I?”
“Well, you lose a little
bit of prudence when you get a crush that big…”
“Ugh, my crush is bigger…
bigger than her boobs…” you mutter shyly as your friend tells you’re fucking
Well, this is
embarrassing, to say the least. She knew you were slightly different when you
hang with your best friend, but this is on a whole another level, she wonders
if your friendship with her will ever get to the point of sharing such personal
thoughts. Oh… she’s not sure if she’ll ever feel like talking about her erotic
dreams… have she ever even had one? No, that one with Zen wasn’t really erotic,
oh, but she remembers waking up one night really sweaty… she doesn’t recall
much, but it was a dream about you… Oh… is talking about wet dreams a normal
thing between girlfriends? How will she ever talk about them with her closest
friends if the dream was about the closest friend? Her closest friend has been
dreaming about her, about her… boobs. Do they really look that great?
“Hi! I decided to touch
up my makeup too.” She says stepping to the bathroom of the bar that you
insisted on bringing your two best friends.
“Oh, great! Here, you can
borrow my lipstick. This bitch here will tell you to watch out for herpes, but
don’t mind her, she’s just jealous of my pursing lips.” You roll your eyes and
laugh, making them both chuckle. “I should get going, somebody needs to watch
our table, see ya girls in a minute.” She walks out of there humming loudly.
“I’m sorry, she’s just… I
hope she’s not making you embarrassed or anything…” oh, nothing is more
embarrassing than you liking her boobs. What do you like them beside their
“It’s okay, MC. I’m
having lots of fun!”
“Oh, I know the name of
this fun, it’s marguerita, right?” you two laugh as look at the mirror,
adjusting yourselves. “Ugh, I’m so tipsy I think I’ll smudge this lipstick
before I even put it on.”
“Oh, let me help you.” She
promptly goes to you, holding your shoulders for you to face her. So close…
like you were in that dream of hers. Yes, her boobs are pretty big, aren’t
they? You’re not that close and they are almost touching yours, yep, you
noticed that too as you quickly glanced down and cleared your throat, facing
“You know what? It’s… it’s
fine. I mean, I’ll drink more, so I don’t really need lipstick.” You say,
backing away. “Let’s go back before that bitch drinks all the beer!”
And it was so much fun! It
was so good to be around other women like that, it feels even more special
because she never had that before. It’s new, and it’s unpredictable and it
makes her feel like… well, like a woman again. She couldn’t stop feeling this
even when you called it a night and offered to walk her to her place.
“Are you sure you’re not
the one who needs help to get home, MC?” she asks when you two arrive at her
“Yeah, I’m okay! All that
fun I drank it’s no match for me!” is she a match for you? Wait, what? “Anyway,
I should get going, I can’t wait to get home, these shoes are killing me, and
don’t even get me started in this bra!”
“Yeah… I can’t wait to
take mine off too…” she feels her face heating up as she notices you basically
staring at her cleavage. But her
embarrassment turns into amusement as she watches you shaking your head after
saying goodbye. Ohoho…if you could, you would definitely slap yourself right
now, wouldn’t you?
She looks to her boobs
when she goes inside her place, chuckling. How could you make her feel so good
about this part of her body that made her feel so self-conscious for so long?
Yeah, you make her feel like a woman, and you know what? Your breasts aren’t
bad either… just another great part of you that she… loves?
“Aren’t you a little old
for school fantasies, girl?”
“Well, he could be a
professor in university. It’s not like it would be less hot anyway…”
“Were you wearing a pleated
skirt and piggytails?”
“Girl, no! Jumin is a
classy man, I would never have a wet dream about him that could be a video you
can see on Redtube!”
“Oh, so you’re saying he
spanked you with a rule, then fucked you over a desk and called you ‘his
naughty girl’, but with class?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what
I’m saying. He does everything elegantly… even, you know, cumming on my
breasts.” You both chuckle.
Well, uhm… this wasn’t a
very elegant conversation, and it definitely wasn’t elegant of him to keep
listening it, even if he was the topic. Well, not him per say, a… professor
version of him? How did you even come up with that? He never even considered a
career in the teaching field… your imagination really is… quite something. How
would this work? You were a student of his? Oh, but that would be really
unprofessional… he asking you to meet him after class, he needed to go over
your last essay and how disappointed he was because he knew you have so much
potential and can do such a better job. And you would tell him you’re really
sorry, because his opinion really matters to you and you’ll do anything to
prove you’re worth of his trust. Anything?
“Oh, there you are!” he
says, walking into the balcony you and your friend were talking in this party
at his dad’s house. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Of course not! Actually,
I… I feel like I’m interrupting something, I should… taste a little caviar. You
two… get along, will you?” you roll your eyes and he smiles softly. She’s so
unsubtle even he can see what she’s trying to do.
“How can you interrupt
something you’ve been doing from the beginning? I’m sorry, Jumin, I have no
idea what I was thinking when I told she could come over.”
“She is funny, and she is
your friend. Any friend of yours is mine too, MC. How long have you been
“Oh, we went to the same
college.” Oh… more school talk?
“I would love to have met
you in college, it would have been priceless.” Oh, you’re looking so intently
at him… what if he teases you a little? “Even though you would probably avoid
me, most colleagues would mistake me as a professor.”
“I… don’t think I would avoid
you.” Oh… not the reaction he was expecting, to be honest.
“Well, I’m pleased to
know that. Let’s go back to the party, shall we?” yeah, he got a little frustrated you didn’t really get
flustered. He’s always amused by your flustered face…
He kept thinking about
this even after Driver Kim let your friend at her place and now that you two
were alone in his car. Actually, he would like to know what you were thinking. It
almost sounded like you were trying to tease him as well back then. Did he… did
he get flustered? Probably not, if he did, you would giggle and tell him he is
cute, like you usually do. Oh yeah, just remembering makes him feel… well,
“Well, this is where I
stay. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Don’t mention it. The
pleasure was all mine. Did you have fun?”
“I did! I was so worried
because everything was so fancy and… elegant, but I…”
“You’ll get used to elegance,
it would be a privilege to teach you all about elegance from now on, if you
allow me to be your teacher, of course.” There it is… your lovely blushing
You say a quick goodbye
before getting off the car and almost running to your house. Ahh, you never
fail to amuse him, do you? He just loves you so much and… oh…
“So, just to make it
clear, he would be the one to crossdress, or did you crossdress as a guy too?”
“No, he was the one
crossdressing. And let me tell you, what a hot girl/boy he is. I was almost
“Yeah, a guy wearing your
panties and a cat maid outfit while he fucks you? That can be confusing.”
“You say that because you
don’t know how hot he looks in a dress. He looks… he looks even better than us…”
“Nah, you’re just blinded
by your crush, I suppose.”
“Yeah… and very sexually
confused.” You two laugh and keep talking about guys wearing panties and how
hot this is, you kinky little perverts.
listened to that phone call as he was checking a little bug in your phone, as
you requested him to do so. Of course he didn’t need to listen to your private
conversations, but he listened his name, crush, maid outfit and wet dream and…
well, he couldn’t stop it. It was wrong,
but why did it feel so right? Like most of his feelings for you, to be honest…
oh, if you only knew that there was nothing to feel embarrassed, because… well,
he had even filthier dreams with you… no, but he could never tell you that, he’s
not a girlfriend with who you can open up to and tell your deepest fantasies
and desires. What if he disguised as a woman and tried to get friends with you?
Oh… but if you’re so kinky for his crossdressing, you two would end up more
than friends, huh? Lol
He called you because…
well, just because. And watched as you jumped when you saw his name on the
screen of your phone. “I’ll call you later, girl.”
“Oh… your little
girlfriend is on the other line, right? Don’t worry, I won’t be a third wheel.
Talk to you later!”
“Hey, Saeyoung, what’s
up?” Oh, after that conversation? There is something definitely up with him…
“Just calling to let you
know I’m still trying to fix the bug on your phone remotely, but if it gets too
tough, I’ll probably need to go to your place and fix it personally.”
“My place? Ugh… let me
know so I can clean it up before, it’s a mess!”
“Or I can come over and
clean for you? Like a good maid?” he listens to you gulping lightly. Ohoho he
got you good, huh? Well, he would like to get you, you know?
And much to your
surprise, he did show up at your place. He considered showing up as a maid, but…
maybe he wouldn’t be able to resist to your lustful eyes when you would spot
him standing at the door. So… nah, he would be the only one struggling to
resist you, he was pretty good at it.
“Hello, miss. Did you
request my services?”
“I did. But no uniform?
Ugh… such an unprofessional maid!”
“Oh please, forgive me,
madam. Shall I change right away?” he says taking off his hoodie and making a
motion to his bag so you’ll think he actually brought the costume.
“Or maybe you can work
with no clothes on?” you smirk, and he immediately stops, blushing. You look at
him and start laughing. “Come in, stupid, I’ll make some popcorn for us.”
And as he joins you in
the couch to eat that popcorn and find something for you to watch, he can’t
help feeling… happy. Yeah, sexual fantasies are fun, but his innocent fantasies
about you are so much better, and he’s glad to make this one come true. He
would love to make all of them come true, because he… he loves you.
“… and I mean, I know it’s
bad, but I… I can’t keep an innocent vision about him getting ice cream after
that dream, you know?”
“What flavor was the ice
“I… I don’t know, it was
pink, I… seriously? I just told you about how I dreamed about Saeran licking
ice cream off my whole body, and you’re concerned about the flavor? What the
“Hahaha, I’m just messing
with you. Don’t get so upset, I bet you don’t get mad when he messes with you
“He never messes with me…
“Awww, someone is feeling
a little M, huh?”
M? What does that mean?
Oh… his brother calls Yoosung an M sometimes, could it be…? Masochist? SHIT!
What’s wrong with you girls? How can you talk about stuff like that so
shamelessly? He feels like a nerve-wracking talking over the most trivial stuff
with you, and here you are vividly describing to your equally crazy friend how
he told you how yummy you are and how he would eat you all night, even when
there was no ice cream anymore. Girls are insane! But still, it’s fun to see
you so comfortable, he wishes you would get this comfortable around him and not
being so worried about hurting his feelings. Okay, but don’t get too
comfortable… not like in your weird dream!
“Hey!” he says, walking
back from the bathroom and joining you two in the cafeteria’s table you invited
him. He probably wouldn’t have accepted if he knew you had another guest, ugh…
it’s still weird being around your crazy friends…
“Hi! So uhm… I’m sorry if my presence here makes you
uncomfortable, honey. MC said she was just very excited to introduce you to me,
but I… I should get going. No hard feelings, okay? Take your time and don’t
worry.” Ah great! Now he feels like a prick.
“Did I do something
wrong?” he asks you as she walks away.
“Oh… no, not at all! She
is just giving us some space, I mean… you, she’s giving you some space. Don’t
worry, she thinks you’re really nice and sweet.”
“Sweet like ice cream?”
he ask, more ou of curiosity than to actually tease you, but your nervous smile
is just… priceless!
“Nah, you’re sweeter.”
Shit! Now he’s blushing! Humph, he looks away grumpily, hating how you always
manages to fluster him, somehow.
You two are walking to
his place when you spot this popsicle little store. And he is wondering if you’re
teasing him. Nah, probably not, you just know he likes ice cream. You know him
“I want anything that is
pink.” He says, smirking. And you just nod, avoiding his gaze. Hahaha, cute
He notices your quick
glances at him as he runs his tongue along the popsicle. He feels so stupid
trying to be sexy, but at least you’re stupid enough to fall for it.
“Ahh, brain freeze!” you
say flinching slightly before starting to lick it again. He finds it funny how
you just complained about the bothering sensation and didn’t even hesitate to do
it again, kinda like an…
“You’re just a little M,
ain’t you?” you choke on the popsicle, which… makes him feel really aroused.
And as you walk him home
all flustered, he can’t stop smirking, he finally got the upper hand on this
flirting thing. He’s getting better and you’re allowing him on it, probably
because you like him, and he… really likes you, he… probably even loves you.
“You’re such a
narcissistic hoe, MC! Admit it!”
“No! It’s not about
narcissism! It’s about… body praising! He was praising my body by taking photos
of it and my reactions to his dirty talking,”
“I seriously can’t
imagine that guy doing dirty talk, MC.”
“I can’t either… that’s
what makes it so sexy, you know?”
“You are… so dirty for
covering such an elegant man with your impure thoughts!”
“Ugh, I know… but I can’t
help it, he’s just… he’s just elegantly sexy, I guess…”
Sexy? You think he’s…
sexy? Well, it’s not like he haven’t heard this before, but coming from you
makes it even harder to believe. He’s flattered, but he doesn’t feel like he’s
sexy… oh, but the taking pics of your reactions while he talks dirty is very
sexy, actually. Yeah… what would he say to you? “I love how your body shivers
in anticipation for me.” “You’re so beautiful,I want to see everything, show me
everything, MC!” no, too formal… “You like this, don’t you? You like being
naked as I watch you with my camera? Dirty girl…” okay, better… “I can’t wait
to turn this camera off and go to you, your body is driving me crazy, I won’t
be able to control myself.” Okay… “I need to taste you, then make you beg for
me to feel you, I’ll make you beg for my cock, my slutty little gi…” oh no, too
much, and he would never call you a slut. Ugh… your friend is right, he really
sucks at this.
“Hello, ladies!” he says
walking into the kitchen of your place, you and your friend were grabbing more
snacks for this little get together and he overheard this talk when he realized
he needed to help you two. “Can I help you with that?”
“Oh, I’m good, but you
can help MC.” Your friend says, shoving the packages in your arms and running
out of there. He chuckles as you glare at her.
“You… really don’t have to
do that, V. You’re a guest, don’t worry.”
“Oh, please allow me on
helping you being a good hostess, would you? It would be an honor…”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t
reall know how to say no to you.” You admit chuckling.
“Really now? So I suppose
you wouldn’t say no if I ask to take a picture of you?” oh… the dream… he didn’t
mean it like that. It’s just… you look really beautiful under this light and…
ahh, your blushing face is so adorable, it only makes him feel like taking a
lot of pictures! “I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let me help you with this.”
And he keeps helping you
being a good hostess for most of the night, some of your friends even remark on
how it looks like you two are a couple celebrating a little housewarming, which
makes you both blush and delight at each other’s flustered expressions. Of
course he stayed to help you cleaning afterwards.
“It was a lovely party,
MC. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Oh, I was really glad
that you came, you know? Even though it’s embarrassing, my house is such a mess
and my taste for decoration is so… all over the place!”
“I know… well, I suppose
that’s just one of the things that makes you really sexy.” He quickly looks
away, not daring to stare at you and your reaction to his sudden boldness. “I…
should get going, it’s getting late.
You nod and walk him to
the door. And as he looks at you to say goodbye, he finally sees your
expression, and it is… breathtaking! Oh… he would love to get a pic of this! He
would love to take pics of every single one of your reactions. For example, how
would you react if he ever confessed that he loves you?
Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing
“Who do you like?”
I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended
“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful
of Cap’n Crunch.
“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like
out of the guys.”
I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his
“…why do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”
Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table,
his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.
I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing
to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony
softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food,
opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s
the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And
now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.
“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.
“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.
“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.
I was lying through my teeth.
The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall
boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me,
interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was
the only boy I ever thought about.
But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d
accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared
to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.
“I know for a
fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my
nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”
“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me
was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”
Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was
surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from
the bike prank.
“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked
you to prom and you said no.”
“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”
Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something
between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with
“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he
grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”
“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want
to go to prom.”
With anyone but you, dummy.
“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds
cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone
else is going…”
going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.
Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from
He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”
I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right
“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t
you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you
“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t
like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”
“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What
are you talking about? Why not?”
“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s
werewolf hearing preceded me.
“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person
I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following
softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”
I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson
from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get
“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re
just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”
“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re
pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”
notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says
about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.
“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what
did you say?”
My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked
about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being
annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had
“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut
up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially
since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.
Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked
down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare
“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop
He put his hands up defensively.
“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles
agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”
My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you
out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated
“Oh my god.”
My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While
under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw
Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.
“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned
into my elbow, turning away from him.
“You wanna know what I said?”
Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath
catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.
“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes
seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.
“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my
own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.
“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep
my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad
when they talk about you like that.”
My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much.
“Why?” I whimpered.
Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and
turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close
to Isaac always made me jittery.
“Because I like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not
even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me,
then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and
Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless
“It means I like you. It means I want us to be
Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.
“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A
very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”
Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms
over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”
“Because that’d be really hot.”
I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.
“Wait, so this is real?”
“As real as it gets.”
“So… you really do like me?”
Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I
guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over,
His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine,
electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own
accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.
“Oh? How are you going to do that?”
“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed,
reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer,
his knees bumping into mine.
“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.
With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s
pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing
my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls
and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum
contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet
from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked
out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.
He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit
sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the
kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching
higher and higher.
I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at
each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my
thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.
“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.
“Me too, actually.”
I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.
“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at
his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.
“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I
giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.
“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”
I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.
Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his.
He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously.
“Will you go to prom with me?”
I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition.
Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.
“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”
His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.
“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”
I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a
bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I
slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.
I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him
forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead
against his, giddy and satisfied.
Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?
Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.
You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.
It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.
“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.
“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.
“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.
“Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.
“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.
“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.
“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital.
“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.
As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there.
Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.
“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.
You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.
You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking.
“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.
“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.
When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.
You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.
“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.
After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you.
“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.
Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.
Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.
“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.
“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.
“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him.
“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.
“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.
“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks.
“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.
“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.
You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.
Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?
Hope you like it! ^^
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT
RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss
You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
“How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
He would let you take your time, so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
“MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
“Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength. Thank you all so much!”
He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
“Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.
She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
“And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
“I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
“Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.
You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was already working somewhere.
He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
“MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
“Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)
You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
“Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
“No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.
He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
“Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
“Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
“I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
“Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
“Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.
He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
“Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
“You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
“I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
“Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
Request: Also take your time but .. eventually .. could you also do first kiss with Seventeen .. LOL. But you can separate it by units if it makes it easier :) 💕❤️ I LOVE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY~
(Gifs aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners).
“Y/N-ah! Come to the kitchen!” Jeonghan screamed the second he heard you step foot in his dorm. You laughed as you pulled off your jacket and shoes.
“Hurry up!” he yelled.
“I’m coming calm down,” you yelled back with a laugh as you shook your head. You ran to kitchen to see the table covered with an assortment of baked goods. Jeonghan looked up at you with a proud smile (gif).
“Happy one month anniversary Y/N!”
“Oh my God, you’re so cheesy,” you laughed as you made your way over and hugged your boyfriend.
“I wanted to something special to celebrate the fact that all my efforts eventually paid off,” he laughed and you slapped his arm playfully.
According to Jeonghan, he had a crush on you for months before you even paid attention to him. Although, it is true that it took a while for you to actually admit you had feelings for him.
“Earth to Y/N,” Jeonghan said as he waved his hand in front of your face. You turned back towards him, only to have a cupcake shoved towards your mouth. Jeonghan burst out laughing at your horrified expression.
“Why!” you laughed as you reached up to wipe the icing away. Jeonghan pulled your hand down and entwined his fingers with yours. He took a deep breath and replaced his nervous expression with a smirk.
“I’ll get it off,” he said and leaned in. Your eyes widened but quickly fluttered shut when his lips met yours.
A first kiss with Jeonghan would be playful and sweet. It might happen really early on or after a couple of months, depending on whenever the right moment is. Jeonghan seems like someone who would want it to happen naturally. His hands would either be holding yours or be on/around your waist. It’d be playful and sweet, the kind of kiss that has the both of you giggling afterwards.
You looked out the window of the coffee shop, your head resting on your hand. You glanced at your watch and sighed loudly. Joshua was nearly an hour late and hadn’t contacted you to give you any explanation.
“Ten more minutes and if he’s not here, I’m leaving,” you muttered angrily to yourself. You were staring at the melting ice in Joshua’s drink when you saw something move in the corner of your eye. You glanced at the window to see Joshua waving at you from the other side (gif). You raised an eyebrow and huffed as he quickly made his way into the coffee shop and over to your table.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Really, I am. Woozi asked me to come in for a quick recording session that ended up taking longer than expected,” he blurted, looking genuinely upset about the whole thing and you immediately softened.
“It’s okay, at least you came,” you replied quietly with a shrug. He sat down and reached across the table to take your hand.
“Thank you for waiting,” he said and you could tell he was sincere.
Hours had passed and the two of you didn’t notice until the cafe owner came over to your table to tell you that it was closing time. You glanced at your watch in surprise and saw that it was indeed midnight.
“Josh, we’ve been here for 4 hours!” you exclaimed and he laughed.
“We should probably get going,” he said and you nodded in agreement. After putting jackets and paying, the two of you stepped outside.
“It’s late so I’ll walk you home,” Joshua announced as he started walking in the direction of your house. You were too tired at this stage to protest, so you followed him without complaint.
Eventually, you reached your house. You rummaged in your pockets to find your key, slid it into the lock then looked back at Joshua.
“I had a good time, even though you were late,” you teased and that guilty look of Joshua’s from earlier returned.
“I’m still really sorry about that.”
“Josh I’m only teasing. Seriously, it’s okay,” you said with a smile before saying your goodbye and turning back to your door.
“Where’s my hug?” Joshua asked. You laughed as you turned around and allowed him to wrap you in his arms. You stayed like that for a couple minutes then Joshua pulled away. He had a thoughtful look in his eyes as he looked at you.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly and you couldn’t help but smile softly at his politeness. You nodded in response and leaned in closer to him. He gave you a small nervous smile then gently pressed his lips to yours.
Joshua Hong is a gentleman, so I highly doubt the kiss would happen in the first month. He’d want to take things slow to make sure your comfortable around him first. He would plan the kiss and it would probably take place after a really cute date. His hands would either be cupping your face, on your waist or you’d be wrapped in his arms. It’d be a gentle and sweet kiss. Joshua seems like the type to try put as much of his feelings for you as he can into the first kiss, making it a very memorable one.
“And this is G,” Jihoon said as he re-arranged your fingers on the guitar.
“Okay, now strum.” You strummed hesitantly and he nodded at you encouragingly.
“Now play all the chords together,” he instructed then sat back in his chair. You nodded in reply then did what he said. Your eyebrows knitted together and you pursed your lips in concentration. A small fond smile found its way to Jihoon’s lips as he watched you. His thoughts faded into daydreaming about what it’d be like to write a song with you and then he’d have a good excuse to mention you during acceptance speeches and-
“What?” he questioned as he snapped out of his trance.
“You were staring at me again!” you exclaimed, your cheeks tinted a light pink. He merely blinked in surprise, then smiled when he noticed your blush (gif).
“Sorry,” he mumbled and pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands (sweater-paws Jihoon is one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen). You let out a short embarrassed laugh and shook your head.
“Anyway, am I doing this right?” you asked as you attempted to position your fingers to make the chord.
“No, your index finger doesn’t go there,” he corrected.
“Here,” he said as he leaned towards you and moved your finger to the right place. His eyes flickered from your hand to your lips and not very subtly.
“You gonna kiss me or just stare at my lips all day?” you teased. Jihoon blushed then moved his hand from yours to cup your cheek. He licked his lips as he leaned in, kissing you sweetly.
The kiss would happen when it happens, but I doubt it would happen early on. It wouldn’t be planned or well thought out but that isn’t a bad thing. It just means it would happen naturally. He’d either have his hands on your waist or would cup your cheek. It’d be a very sweet kiss.
“I can’t believe you beat me!” you groaned as you and your boyfriend Seokmin left the arcade.
“Aw Jagi, it’s not my fault I’m this talented,” Seokmin replied with a cheeky grin. You glared at him and huffed as you kept walking. He ran up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Y/N-ah! Don’t be mad!” he whined as you two waddled along the pavement.
“Seokmin, you’re restricting my movement. Please let go of me,” you said. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from smiling at his cute pouty face. He huffed and released you but not for long. Seokmin grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you to face him.
“Y/N! You can’t be mad at me. I’m your adorable boyfriend Lee Seokmin!” he exclaimed loudly as he did aegyo with his signature sunshine smile (gif). Try as you might, you just couldn’t resist that smile.
“Ugh fine you’re forgiven,” you said. You mentally cursed yourself for giving in so easily.
“Good because I’d have hated if you were mad while I did this,” he replied. You gave him a confused look as he closed the small distance between you two.
“Do wha-” Before you could finish your sentence, Seokmin had his hands on your waist and his lips were on yours.
The kiss would happen early on in the relationship. Seokmin might be hyper but he’s also a pretty chill guy so I don’t think he’d have it extensively planned out but he’d have an idea off when he’d want to kiss you. It’d be a sweet kiss, the kind that you both smile into.
“Guys, can’t you shut up?” Seungkwan yelled in annoyance at his members.
“Boo Seungkwan! Where are your manners? Why are you yelling at your hyungs?” Jeonghan yelled back from the other room. Seungkwan sighed as he flopped backwards onto his bed.
“Sorry,” he replied.
“Seungkwan, it’s fine,” you said.
“No it’s not! We haven’t seen each other properly in ages and I want to be able to talk to you but SOMEBODY’S BEING TOO LOUD!”
“Boo Seungkwan don’t you raise your voice at me!” Jeonghan yelled in reply.
“Right,” Seungkwan said as he stood up, “Let’s go.”
“You’ll see,” he replied with a slightly creepy smile. You gave him a weird look but stood up regardless. You two hurriedly put on shoes and jackets then left the dorm. Seungkwan’s hand slipped into yours as he moved to walk a bit ahead of you.
“Seungkwan are we walking to Jeju?” you whined after you two had been walking for a while. He laughed loudly and shook his head.
“We’re nearly there I promise Y/N,” he said. You just let him drag you behind him as he walked. A little while later you were by a river. Seungkwan turned to you with a smile as he stepped backwards towards the railing (gif). He let go of your hand as he turned to the railing and leaned on it, with you doing the same. It was quiet for a minute or two and your mind wandered off.
“Why haven’t we kissed yet?” you thought aloud and he looked you, shook.
“W-wh-what? Y-you can’t just..just say things like that!” he complained. You raised your eyebrows and smirked at his flustered state.
“Well? Are you gonna answer my question?”
Seungkwan took a deep and very dramatic breath then faced you. He took your face in his hands then placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled as he pulled away.
“Now was that so hard?” you teased.
It’s unlikely that Seungkwan has much experience in this area because he spent his teenage years in the practice room, so he’d be quite hesitant to kiss you. He might need a bit of a push from either you or his members but he’d probably prefer to be the one to kiss you first. He’d either cup your face or have his hands on your waist. It’s be a simple first kiss, short and sweet.
Warnings: Pure smut. Not even trying to hide it. Language, NSFW
Plot: Circa Season 4 - reader is friends with Maggie and likes Daryl. Maggie and reader make a bet about the archer.
One shot, has potential for more if ya think its worth it. Also, hope this one makes up for those who hate me because I made them cry with the last one. MWAH!
The heat had been oppressive over the last few days, with no rain or clouds in sight. Off on the west side of the yard Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Tyrese were trying to add support to the fences while you, Maggie and Beth sat under the kitchen canopy taking refugee from the blazing sun.
Maggie and Beth were arguing with each other over something stupid that had happened years ago and you had your gaze set firmly to the west. Sweat was slowly dripping down your brow with the occasional salty drop landing in your eye. You could feel the sweat pooling in your bra, as well as other places, but that could just be because of your current view.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m right, aren’t I? You were there… tell her,” Maggie said and threw Beth an indignant look.
“Huh?” you asked lazily, your attention still half directed at watching the guys fix the fence. Well, not all the guys. Just one guy in particular.
Maggie rolled her eyes at you and repeated the question.
“I’m sorry Maggie, I checked out a while ago,” you offered her a sorry smile and grabbed a couple more snap peas from the bucket.
Maggie turned and followed your gaze to the fences, her face broke out into a wide grin when she was facing you again.
“Uh… no,” she said shaking her head.
“What?” you asked half offended, half confused.
“It’s pretty obvious,” Beth chimed in with a tone of disgust. “You stare at him constantly. It’s kinda creepy.”
You dismissed Beth’s comment and turned to look back at Maggie. “Has she always been like this?”
“Well, she’s always disliked you if that helps,” Maggie laughed and raised her eyebrows at Beth.
Summary: Your date for your senior prom stood you up, and your best friend Grayson sets in and helps you make it a night to remember.
Word Count: 1,123
A/N: Inspired by the song Can I Have This Dance by Zac Efron, and Vanessa Hudgens from High School Musical 3. But can you guys going to your senior prom with Grayson though? Ugh what a dream! I never went to my senior prom, so I’m pretty much living out that night through this lol. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)
Y/N was looking beautiful in her prom dress tonight. Red was always her best color. Her hair would usually be up in a pony tail or a messy bun, but tonight she had it down. The loose curls were cascading down her open back, as the cool summer breeze blew through the end curls of her hair.
She looked so happy earlier when she was in my living room getting her hair done by my mom. She kept talking about how she couldn’t wait to “dance under the lit up oak tree” with Josh. The whole 2 hours, she was at my house getting ready, that’s all she would talk about. That’s all she was looking forward too. Now she just looks so crushed. That smile she had earlier was now faded.
God I want walk in there and punch him straight in his jaw!
I watched as Y/N sat in the school courtyard crying. He had stood her up. That asshole asked her to prom, and ended up showing up with some blonde bimbo instead.
How could he have stood her up like that? Y/N deserved way better than that.
I’m such a fucking idiot! I wish I didn’t wait so long to ask her to prom, but I was scared. Scared that she would reject me. I was scared that it would ruin our friendship. But if I would’ve just grew some balls, and asked her sooner she wouldn’t have said yes to Josh, and we could’ve been in there having a blast, but instead she’s out here crying.
* * * *
“Hey…” I said, as I was walking towards her.
“H-hey…” she said, as she was wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a seat down next to her.
“Uh…yeah. I’m fine.” she said, and I can tell she was lying.
“He’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t deserve you.” I said, which caused her to finally look up at me. Her once rosy cheeks were stained with running mascara. But even with smudged eyeliner, and running mascara she was still the prettiest girl at prom.
“I just feel so stupid. I was so excited because Josh asked me to prom, and now here I am crying in the school court yard, while he’s in there dancing the night away with captain of the cheerleading team. I should’ve known that the most popular guy in school wouldn’t really be interested in me. God I must look like the school’s biggest joke right now!” she said, wiping the tears away as they started forming again as she spoke.
I’ve never seen Y/N this upset before. She sounds so broken, and humiliated. Which only makes me want to go beat Josh’s ass even more, but I knew that wouldn’t solve anything. Sometimes it was hard being Y/N’s best friend, because I hated seeing her get hurt. It’s even worst when I know deep down that if she was with me she would never have to worry about being sad, or feeling humiliated, or wasting all her make up by crying. I would never do anything to hurt her, I just wish she’d realize that, and stop chasing after these assclowns.
“Come on, get up! I’m not gonna let you spend your prom crying in the courtyard!” I said, standing up from the bench we were sitting on.
It was our senior prom, and I don’t want her to remember it as a sad night. I was going to try and make what’s left of her night memorable. That way when she looks back on her senior prom she’ll at least have something to smile about.
“Gray, what are you doing?” Y/N asked confused, looking at me hold out my hand.
“Can I have this dance?” I asked, holding my hand out to her.
* * for the full effect, listen to Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 by Troy Bulton (Zac Efron) & Gabriella Montez (Vanessa Hudgens) * *
“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?” Y/N asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“Just take my hand.” I said, entwining her right hand in mine, as my left hand rested on her waist. I took a deep breath before pulling her closer to me, and taking a step, leading the dance.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, as our feet started moving to the slow beat of the music that was playing through the courtyard speakers. I kept count of the steps in my head, so that I could keep up and made sure to not step all over Y/N’s feet.
“I’m impressed Bailey! Where’d you learn how to slow dance like this?” Y/N asked me with a smile.
“Well I had some lesson’s from my mom and Cam. I figured I should know how to slow dance, in case we went to prom together.” I said, clearing my throat after I said it. Realizing how awkward that must’ve sounded, because we didn’t go together. Y/N looked down at the ground for a bit before looking back up again.
“I should’ve came here with you. But instead I came by myself… God I’m such an idiot. Any decent human with a brain would’ve seen right through Josh, and turned him down as soon as someone as sweet, and caring as you asked them! You could be in there dancing with any girl you want to, but yet you’re out here dancing with my pathetic ass…” she said, but I interrupted before she could finish.
“Hey! Look at me!” I said, placing my index finger under her chin, and tilting her head up so our eyes could meet.
“You’re not pathetic! And Josh is an idiot! He missed out tonight, that’s his lost. You don’t need to keep beating yourself up about it. And for the record, I much rather be out here with you than anybody else.” I said, as I stared into her eyes.
Her eyes were still a bit watery from all the crying she did earlier, but they were still beautiful. I couldn’t help but get lost in them every time. It’s like her eyes had this captivating spell over me. I can feel our heads slowly moving closer together, as our lips slowly, but passionately made their way to physical contact. I let go of her hand, and now both of my hands were on her waist, gently pulling her into a closer and tighter embrace. I clutched her body as if I was cradling a baby, and her hands moved slowly from my shoulders, to the back of my neck, running one of her hands through my hair.
We both pulled away, and instead of saying anything, Y/N rested her head on my chest, and with my hands still on her waist, we continued to glide to the music, under the lit up oak tree…
Is okay to RFA do something that make MC blush really hard and she is shy and cannot speak. MC want to melt because embarrassed! Also I love how you answer the problem. You talent have a lot! At time I translate to read. But worth time. I learn a lot english. Thank you!
Awww, thank you! I’m glad my hcs make you feel like learning a whole different language, basically.
So, I hope I got this right, also hope you all like this! ^^
Flustering your MC challenge
the beginning of your relationship, he didn’t really like how the media would
go after you as much as they go after him.
time passed, you became his manager, and he learned how to appreciate sharing
the spotlight with you.
two were giving an interview in a popular radio show about fame, relationships
you see your man having the most intimate scenes with some of the most
beautiful women in the country and you fell nothing?”
you say firmly, earning some chuckles from the interviewer and from your
mean, I have the most intimate moments with the most beautiful woman off
camera, so… there’s no real reason for her to feel jealous. Right, babe?”
of them wait for some witty response, but you’re unable to give it, you’re
blushing hard and chuckles nervously just so the listeners don’t think you
passed out or something.
thinks is adorable. You usually handle things like this like a pro, but he’s glad to see that the cute girl he fell for is
you… are glad this is a radio show and people are not seeing your flushed face.
always making him blush.
you’re not even teasing him on purpose, you’re just trying to tell him he’s
cute or that he did a good job on the kitchen, and there he is getting red and
avoiding your gaze.
most of time, you do on purpose, just so you can tell him he’s cute. It’s a
full circle, actually.
you were just waiting for the right moment when you were helping him study in
answered them all right, Yoosung! Such a great student! Such a good boy!” you
say, moving your hand to pat his hair.
what kind of prize a good boy can get?” he asks, grabbing your hand and holding
it, without taking his eyes out of the book.
he didn’t see your face flaming up at his sudden boldness. “MC?” he calls since
you didn’t really answer.
looking at you right now is like looking at a mirror, somehow. But nah, you’re
cuter. And as he tells you that, you blush even more. Well… not exactly the
prize he was expecting, but still very rewarding.
blushes when you compliment her, especially if it is something about her looks.
doesn’t really care for teasing, though, so she’s not one to tease you a lot.But
today, you’re really asking for it. You two are at the movies, and you keep
leaning your head on her shoulder, trying to get some popcorn in the same
moment she does too just so your hands will touch, stuff like that.
you keep looking at the screen, pretending you’re not doing on purpose, oh… do
you really think she’s that innocent not to notice?
she leans closer to you, reaching for your ear. “Hey, MC?”
you answer, still looking at the screen. Hum… it didn’t work! “Hey, MC?”
Jaehee?” still not looking, ugh… oh, she knows what to do! “Jaehee? What
happened to Baehee?”
you finally look at her, and she steals a little peck in your lips. And… it’s
kinda dark in the room, she’s not sure if you’re really blushing.
you’re definitely a little flustered, as you didn’t try any of your teases for
the rest of the movie.
you admitted later, couldn’t really pay attention to due to your embarrassment.
He doesn’t really blush, but he gets flustered
at his own flirting sometimes.
he knows he’s getting very carried away as you play along and tease him.
he clears his throat and sometimes apologizes for getting ahead of himself,
which is… very cute.
you’re trying to activate this cute mode flirting shamelessly with him at this
he keeps himself stoic, since a lot of acquaintances are here and he needs to
keep it professional.
see you two are still on the honeymoon phase, huh?” his dad throws this comment
passing by the two of you.
I believe we’re following the conventional order, here. Wedding, honeymoon, and
moving to the next step, which would be… children. Correct, MC?
men look at you as you choke on your champagne, getting immediately red. Oh…
how can he say something like this in front of his father?
is confused, he was just answering a question, it’s not like he was trying to
tease you or anything… well, at least not at that moment.
you okay, MC?” his dad asks “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just the champagne, I…” “Ah
yes, maybe you shouldn’t be drinking if you two are really planning on children.”
Cue you getting even redder, and Jumin chuckling softly. You never fail to
gets flustered pretty easily.
if you start getting very affectionate with him in front of other RFA members
or worse… Vanderwood.
he will always remark how a taser gun could never keep this boy on the straight
and narrow, but your kisses and pampers do.
then you giggle and go back to pampering him. And Vanderwood just judges
And though you’re cute, he knows you’re doing it on purpose, so he’ll get you for that, mark his words!
here are you, him, Saeran and Vanderwood having your usual weekly dinner
you saved some room for dessert, gentlemen. “ you say “Saeyoung was in charge
of the sweet treats this time.”
really? What you prepared for us?” Vanderwood asks, and Saeyoung smirks, wrapping
his arm around your shoulder. “Well, I don’t know about you, guys, but I have
my dessert right here.”
widen your eyes and look at him, feeling the crimson tainting your cheeks. “S-Saeyoung!”
he quickly looks at Vanderwood, and he is pretty embarrassed too. And though Saeyoung
was trying to get a little of payback on you, he can’t really resist your
charming flustered face.
thankfully he saved lots of room for dessert as he basically drags you out of
the kitchen, both of you giggling. “So wait, there’s really no dessert? Ugh…”
Saeran mutters and gets out of there stomping. Vanderwood is still trying to
understand what’s wrong with all these people.