May I please request headcanons for the RFA + V + Saeran finding out MC is both very ticklish and has a tickle kink/gets turned on when they tickle them? They'd probably try to hide the fact that they're turned on/pretend they aren't ticklish so their s/o wouldn't find out, becuase they're embarrassed and feel like a freak because of it? Sorry I made this really descriptive it's just something I personally have been struggling with lately. Thank you so much!
There’s definitely nothing to be ashamed of with a tickle kink! I actually think it’s pretty cute and I feel like the RFA would think so too. Idk why but I find kinks a really fascinating thing because everyone’s are different and individual yet some are really common.
I think I mentioned in a previous one about implied NSFW so the same is with this- it’s implied but there’s not any of the good stuff! Anyway, I hope these scenarios are ok! ~H x
RFA and MC with a tickle kink
-You thought that Yoosung was the kind of person who would probably be very ticklish -So you thought it would be fine if neither of you tickled the other -A foolproof plan -Not -You were playing LOLOL and Yoosung was beating you effortlessly so you decided he needed distracting -And you kissed him quite passionately whilst he was trying to defeat the monster -“That’s cheating!” Yoosung declared after you pulled away, his face bright red from the sudden affection. -You giggled and sat back down, thinking you’d won -But Yoosung wanted revenge -He came behind you and tickled you -You immediately squealed before covering your mouth -But Yoosung had figured that you were ticklish and was not about to show mercy -So he continued to tickle you until -“Mmm, Yoosung,” you accidentally moaned. -He stopped and looked at you for a second -Both of your faces were bright red -“I really like it when you tickle me,” you whispered seductively, too turned on to care now. -Yoosung captured your lips hungrily -And you happily complied, kissing him back -LOLOL was long forgotten by the time you’d finished
-You knew Zen was always giving you hugs and occasionally catching your ticklish spots -But it was ok because he was always happy to kiss you if you suddenly decided to make out with him -Still, you didn’t want him to know how turned on proper tickling made you -And you intended it to stay that way -Until one time, Zen was massaging your feet whilst ranting about his coworkers -And he decided to gently tickle your foot -Luckily, your foot wasn’t a place where you necessarily got turned on -But you still laughed -“Aww, babe are you ticklish?” Zen smirked. -“No,” you lied, trying to make sure he didn’t go any further than your foot -Never mind his beast, you were about to become a beast -“I think I’ll have to test that theory,” Zen hummed, obviously not believing you -No no no no no -That was the only thought going through your mind as he started to tickle you -Very quickly, the laughing turned into soft moans -Before you knew it, Zen was pinned under you and your noses were touching, both of you breathing heavily -“Sorry, Zen. Tickling does things to me. Especially if it’s you,” you explained as briefly as possible. -“I definitely wouldn’t apologise if I was you, babe.” Zen looked you up and down with a smile. -You quickly kissed him deeply, roaming his mouth with your tongue -Zen’s arms trailed down to your waist and he tickled you slowly again -With a sharp groan, you grinded down against him -It took a matter of seconds for both of your clothes to be scattered across the floor -Zen definitely loved tickling you
-She always seems so proper that you never thought she’d be one to tickle you -Boy were you wrong -You were making the two of you a cup of coffee when Jaehee came up behind you -You thought she was just giving you a hug -But then she tickled you -With a squeal, you quickly put the coffee down and turn around -“Jaehee- I- you shouldn’t-“ you tried to warn but you were already out of breath and feeling aroused. -“Oh. Sorry- I won’t tickle you if you don’t like it,” she apologised. -That was good. Then she wouldn’t know -But you really wanted her now -“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just..” you paused for a bit, “I kind of have a tickle kink.” -Jaehee blushed and giggled -Giggled -“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” she said when she noticed that you went red. -“It’s weird,” you argued, but Jaehee shook her head. -“Am I allowed to tickle you, then?” she asked. -“Only if you’re prepared for the consequences,” you breathed. -Jaehee was definitely tickling you now -Which turned into making out -And before you knew it, you were underneath her as her hands tickled a different part of your body, making you squirm in delight -Yep, Jaehee was definitely allowed to tickle you
-He wasn’t really a fan of tickling -Much to your relief -But he was having a bad day and wanted to curl up with you on the sofa -You were happy to listen to his complaining about the annoying people he worked with -Often they made you laugh -Which made Jumin laugh -Because he wants you to be happy -But then he slowly starts tracing patterns on your side -Right on your ticklish spot -It’s slow enough at first, but then you shift slightly and giggle -“MC, are you ticklish?” Jumin asked. -“Oh, not really. You just… made me laugh,” you lied, hoping that he wouldn’t find out. -Your evasion only made him more curious, so he decided to tickle you further -The little squeals you made were so cute to him -Until you moaned and he realised why you’d tried to hide it -As a man of many kinks, he knew immediately -Please never make me write that sentence again- it just sounded weird -“So you really are ticklish,” Jumin mused in his deep, seductive voice, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes. -Boy are his eyes mesmerising -And his voice -What was once an innocent cuddling session certainly doesn’t feel like that now -“Yeah,” you breathed out in defeat. -“Good, because I know all the good spots to hit,” Jumin smirked. -You didn’t miss the innuendo -He connected his lips with yours, starting a deep kiss -And then you were making out -And then you were removing each others’ clothes -And now you were ready to put Jumin’s statement to the test -Cover your eyes, Elizabeth the 3rd
-You were lying to yourself if you thought you’d last a day in this boy’s presence without being tickled -He is the ticklemaster -And he is merciless -The first time you were over at his house, he cleared his throat -So you looked up in surprise -“I must declare,” Seven said in a mock serious tone, “that it’s time for a tickle war!” -“No, Saeyoung!” you screeched. -But he tickled you anyway -You bit your lip hard to stop any… sounds… coming out -But obviously not hard enough -The second you moaned, Seven laughed -“Ohohoho, I have uncovered MC’s fatal weakness,” he grinned. -“Saeyoung, please!” you groaned, covering your face with your hands -It was still way too early into the relationship for you two to be opening up about kinks -“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” he winked. -Warning: If Seven promises something and then winks -He won’t keep that promise -“Does that mean you won’t tickle me, then?” you asked. -Ha -The answer was no, obviously -So you decided to shut Seven up by kissing him -You needed to relieve yourself somehow, if only slightly -And it certainly shut him up
-Saeran wasn’t really one for tickling -So you thought you were pretty safe -But he lives in the same house as Seven, remember? -You were over at the Choi residence when Seven decided to declare a tickle war -You immediately directed it to Saeran to avoid you getting tickled -He let out very cute giggles -But when Saeran realised you were ganging up on him too -He attac -He decided to ambush you with tickles -To which you ended up squirming and squealing -Seven quickly realised and left -Thanks, Seven -“Saeran, please, stop,” you begged. -He can tell that you secretly like it -But it’s not until you moan that he realises -“So it’s like that, huh?” he whispered in your ear after pausing his tickling, straddling your waist. -“Sorry. Tickling is just- really-“ you tried to explain. -“Got it,” he winked before kissing you hungrily. -He’s not going to forget about that fact -Guys, please move to the bedroom. Seven could walk in any second
-He wouldn’t really be a ticklish person -But he’s the type to laugh anyway because he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone -That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love to give tickles -Because he does -V had wanted to take some pictures of you at the park -You had tried to disagree but he was having none of it -But for some reason, you weren’t quite smiling like your usual self today -V asked you to stay on the bench and guard his camera whilst he bought some hot drinks from the hut in the park -But he actually had a secret plan -He bought the drinks, but after placing them down on the bench, staying out of sight, he tickled you -You immediately squealed before feeling your core heat up -Oh dear -“Sorry, love, I didn’t realise you were so ticklish,” he smiled as he came into view. -“Oh, it’s not just that, actually,” you blushed, hoping that you wouldn’t have to expand. -But V was curious now -“If it’s not just being ticklish, then what is it?” he asked, deciding to tickle you again. -You end up panting when he finally relents -And look up at him with passion in your eyes -You grab the front of his jacket and connect his lips to yours -That’s better -When you pull back, V looks at you with even more confusion -“Tickling… turns me on,” you admitted embarrassedly. -“Aah,” V finally understood, “In that case I’ll make sure to be a bit more careful with my tickling i.e. not in a public park.” -“Jihyun!” you scolded. -Before kissing him again
Slightly less popular bts ship dynamics (due to popular demand), a reference.
Jihope: the ultimate bromance duo. those dudes who there’s no such thing as too far with gay chicken. wilin out together. the full body laughter duo. like to tease each other relentlessly, but somehow remain amazingly supportive and judgment free. give each other lots of advice. give each other plenty of space and mutual respect. cuddles and backrubs. unrelenting faith in one another. dancing together x1000.
Nammin: the angelic sinners duo. simultaneously the most innocent and pure, as well as being the kinkiest horny dudes in their squad at all times. using lots of excuses to touch each other. getting each other gifts. size different kings. affectionate smiles @ each other like constantly. very comfortable with one another. can’t help but laugh when they see the other one laugh.
Vhope: the accidentally went overboard duo.
the extra wild™ duo. fake almost kisses and pretend make-out session that get a little too real for anyone watching. saying really gay things to each other. finds each other ridiculously attractive. cuddling together when it’s cold. stare at each other to get the others attention. accidentally sleeping in each other beds.
Taejin: the fool4u duo. idiots/nerds/goofballs x2. get each others jokes. encouraging each other even when no one else does. probably have a lot of inside jokes. dancing to cheesy/aegyo songs together. very soft and cute. giggling and smiling @ each other a lot. surprisingly comfortable/natural with skinship. acting bros duo.
Junghope: the golden duo. the meme bros. genuinely close. care about each other 10000%. trusts each other endlessly. embolden each other. skinship everywhere. making each other laugh. sharing inside jokes. staying up late at night together. the comfort zone ship (aka they make each other feel safe and comfortable.) soft yet stable relationship.
Sugamon: the collective mind duo. the easy company duo. chill af ultra bros. bouncing ideas off of one another. holds each other in high esteem. remembers each others order preference. late nights in the office mixing music together. telepathic #samebro, through eye contact. the uncles/dads of the squad. quiet but comfortable
idea around The Queen gathering the most good looking young masters and
training them to become the future of Silla, wasn’t one that you were very fond
of. Maybe it was because you weren’t so fond of the so called Queen herself. Maybe
it was because everyone was constantly obsessing over how good looking they all
were. Maybe it was because you didn’t want your partner to be gone from by your
Bubbly, bright and innocent (but not so much in the bedroom).
He was a ray of sunshine. Having him gone would feel like a part of you is
gone. The two of you were inseparable, despite the fact you were from a lower
class than him.
You were born as what they call, a half-blood. Your mother
was poor, barely having enough money to look after herself. Your father was
part of The Queens officials, having more than enough silver and gold to get
him through his entire life. He wasn’t all heartless, he would give your mother
and yourself a pouch or two of either gold or silver each month so you two
The ordeal of a Young Master having relations with a mere
half-blood, was sure to be looked down upon. You didn’t have the money for the quality
fabric to even sew some of the clothes the Mistress’s of the upper classes wore
but standing beside Hansung who’s clothes were always one of the most finest and
most expensive in Silla, was more than just embarrassing. Somehow he always
managed to sense your tenseness, making sure to give you his adorable boxy
smile that would make the sides of his eyes crinkle up and give you a quick
kiss on your forehead. He always offered to buy you and your mother new
clothes, sometimes even food when he knew you were struggling that week, but
you always refused. Hansung always got his way however, he’d always manage to
find a way to help you out no matter the consequence.
You had met Hansung when you were around sixteen years of
age. You had lost your way in the woods, wondering around trying to find the
way back to the city walls and be safe at home with your mother. The daylight
was slowly fading away and the night time animals were beginning to cry out,
birds, crickets, owls, all kinds of sounds were heard – but no sound of
You had soon drifted into a deep slumber until you were
lightly being shaken by your shoulders only to open your eyes to a stranger staring
down at you, sunrise just happening behind him. A thousand thoughts ran through
your head but the main ones you couldn’t forget were: he was very handsome and
he could potentially take advantage of you. Doing what anyone would do in self
defence (at least that’s what you convinced yourself it was), you hit him.
“Ow!” His voice was much deeper than you had expected. He had
the face of a baby, cute yet incredibly handsome, god he was good looking. Was he
going to be able to help you get back home? Wait. Did he live in Silla? If he
did, how had you not noticed someone like him before?
“D-don’t touch me…” you stuttered, stumbling to get up, your
foot accidentally stepping on the bottom of your dress making you lose your
balance and you fell forward, right on top of the strange man whom you were
trying to avoid.
“O-oh my-” he pushed you off his body and making your side
hit the ground with a small ‘oof’ before the young man realised what he did and
got up, muttering out apologies and helping you up.
“I’m- I’m truly sorry Miss, I- I didn’t mean to-”
“I-it’s fine…” you straightened yourself up and dusted your
dress off but the stains of wet mud and dirt remained on many parts all over
it. “I’ll clean it for you!” you looked up at him.
“N-no, not like that but- I just meant, if you take your
dress off- oh god, I swear, I-I’m not trying to be creepy-” a small giggle
passed your lips making him stop talking and he cleared his throat, a blush
appearing on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry…” he cleared his throat again, “what were you
doing out here? All alone?”
“Oh, well- I kind of, got lost and I did not know the way
back to Silla,” you admitted.
“Oh! I can take you back! We can get back quicker if we use
my horse, come on!” He grinned, becoming overly happy at the fact he was going
to be able to get someone as beautiful as you back home safely.
Ever since then, Hansung and you were not able to be pulled
apart. What started as a simple friendship bloomed into something more (even if
his father wasn’t happy with the fact his son was dating a half-breed).
“Will you coming to see me at the ceremony today?” He grinned
down at you as your hands were attempting to do up the fabric belt that wrapped
around his waist.
“Of course! I have to see you walk with the rest of your
potential Hwarang friends while multiple ladies swoon over you and your oh so good looks,” you said dramatically as
you take a step back and look at the beautiful, silky light blue robes that the
Hwarang members had been given to wear. It fit perfectly a round his slender
body, the colours contrasting with his tanned skin perfectly, his hair tied up
exposing his forehead (#exposetaehyungsforehead2k17).
“However,” he poked your nose with a small grin, “those
ladies, do know you are most definitely mine.”
“They are still able to flaunt their money and jewels in
hopes of seducing Young Master Hansung, as a matter of fact.”
“They would never be able to do that because you are the only
jewel in my eyes. See, you can see your reflection in my eyes! The circle in my
eye is the jewel and your reflection is inside it~ aren’t I the smartest?”
Hansung giggled and you weren’t able to hold back the small laugh that left
your lips at his attempts to help you feel better.
“Why yes, you are. Now go, you’re going to be late if you don’t
leave now.” You ushered him out of your room and all the way outside as he whined
and pouted back at why you were making him leave.
“Promise you’ll be there!” he yelled as you closed the door
in his face.
“Yes, yes! I promise!”
“Did I look cool? I tried doing that cool facial expression,
you know? The one where it looks like you have no emotions so it’s just a
static face and then you don’t look at anyone!” Hansung was more than excited
after the ceremony of the Hwarang’s.
“Hansung, you were smiling though?”
“It was only
because I saw you waving for my attention and I couldn’t help but smile back at
“Very cute Hansung, very cute,” you giggled but wrapped your
arms around his neck and placing a small kiss on hips lips, “congratulations on
joining the Hwarang’s.”
“Mm, thank you my princess,” he pressed his lips onto yours
again, sweet, innocent kisses were not on Hansung’s mind, all day he’d been trying
to push aside the thought of pushing his lips against yours as your whimpered
and clenched around his cock. This was a big day, all of the Hwarang’s were
revealed to the city of Silla and you were stressing over how everything should
be perfect, hence why he didn’t make a move – but now, he wasn’t going to hold
Small kisses against your lips turned into deeper ones with
his hands coming to rest on your side as Hansung pulled you into him more,
lightly biting down on your lower lip and letting go afterwards. “H-Hansung,
not here,” you whispered, not wanting to get caught by his family.
“Father won’t know if you keep quiet,” he whispered back, a
smirk tugging on the side of his face before his large hands came to cup your
breasts over your dress. Your breath hitched. This was insane, there was no way
you were going to be able to keep that quiet while Hansung was touching you,
but there was no denying this was incredibly
hot and more of a turn on than you’d like to admit.
Soft kisses and small nips were guided down your neck. “Let’s
get this off, shall we?” Hansung spoke as his fingers trailed down over the
area where he was able to untie the restrictive clothing and slide it down your
body. He was excited, that’s for sure because in no time at all, you were both
pretty much naked apart from your undergarments. “Aw, look how soaked you are
already! I haven’t done anything!” yep, very
“Hansung! Keep it down, please…”
“Sorry, sorry. My fault,” he giggled at you before lust
overtook him again and his eyes darkened, lips being pressed to your neck again
as his slender fingers gently pinched your sensitive nub over your underwear
making you release a yelp. “Need me to keep going?”
wanted to slap him, of course you needed him to keep going.
“I think you’re liking this more than you’d like to admit,”
Hansung chuckled, his hand slipping inside your underwear and rubbing at your
folds as you tossed your head back at the pleasure, biting down on your lip to
try and hold back any sounds, “look at how wet you are, hey? Anyone could walk
in on us right now and see you like this, god,
you look so pretty right now.”
His thumb pressed against your clit while his finger slipped
inside you. “Hansung- oh my god,” you
couldn’t help but let the moan flow from your mouth, your hands coming to hold
his shoulders, fingernails digging into his soft skin.
“Oh come on princess, it wouldn’t be nice if my father came
in and stopped this little fun fest. Maybe I should help you keep your mouth
shut, hm?” Hansung pulled away from your body, leaving you panting against the
wall as you stared at him.
“Ah ha! This will do,” he smirked as he walked back. In his
hand he held his belt that he was wearing around his waist as part of the
“Hands behind your back, Y/N,” you obeyed, placing them
behind your body only to have him tie them together, tightly. There wasn’t a
chance you were going to escape, “Good girl, now let me help you keep quiet
too,” he spoke as he walked around his room only to grab a piece of cloth and
came back to you. It was long enough to be tied around your mouth and wide
enough so it covered it all.
“Now, let’s continue
a/n: @taenity i’m never going to let you live to be honest, am i? lmao hope you enjoy part one ;)
request: nobody asked for it but it was definitely inspired by @sunshinemiranda‘s Pride and Prejudice pic which you need to read
summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbors infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.
warnings: i don’t think there are any, i didn’t even swear
a/n: so if it weren’t for the amazing @digging-daveed, the casting would probably suck and it would’ve taken me a lot longer to find my motivation. You are a literal life saver. This is the first part to a Great Gatsby AU, and boy do i have a lot in store for you guys.
Dancers in short dresses and feathered headpieces surrounding the swimming pool to make the mood, waiters in perfectly tailored suits passing around various alcoholic beverage, and booming music that shook you to the bones. It wasn’t your typical Saturday evening, but you didn’t despise it.
Your cousin, Anthony, had insisted that you accompany him and his lover to a house party in West Egg hosted by his wealthy neighbor, Mr. Miranda. He insisted that this Mr. Miranda was a handsome young man with nothing but fantastic manners and a phenomenal party host, though a bit mysterious. It left you curious.
Parties with large crowds had never been your cup of tea but the other option was staying alone in your mansion, which was much worse than a party bustling with life no matter how crowded. You always dreaded being alone in your home.
Shaking off the thoughts, you spun around to take a cocktail from a silver platter, flashing a charming smile to the man holding the tray.
“Anthony, haven’t you got better things to do than this?” You asked, frankly unimpressed by the surroundings.
“Why, is this not good enough for you?” He inquired with an eyebrow raised.
“Well doesn’t it seem kind of…” You paused to find the right word, “boring?”
Before he could respond with his offense, a young man with hair pulled back in a ponytail approached the two of you. “Is this your lovely cousin, old sport?”
“Indeed. She’s bored by your party as if such a thing is possible.” Anthony nearly scoffed.
The young man reached forward to grab your hand and kiss the back of it gently. Your cheeks flushed as you introduced yourself.
“Pleasure to meet you. Lin-Manuel Miranda, but please, just Lin is suitable.” A charming smile was sent your way, but your stomach dropped at the name.
“Please excuse me, I need to use the powder room.” Mr. Miranda insisted on showing you the way but you politely declined the offer, instead accepting directions and making your way there.
Years before, you had met a young man named Lin-Manuel Miranda in Louisville who had courted you before leaving for war, never to be seen again. You had fallen in love with him and promised to wait, but when he didn’t come back for you, you moved onto the next man to court you.
You were sure he recognized you as well, surely he couldn’t have forgotten your face? You took several minutes in the powder room, adjusting your feathered headpiece briefly before walking out to be greeted by Anthony’s lady.
“Jasmine!” You gasped at the sight, tugging at your fur collar. “I told you about a Lin-Manuel I met as a teenager, haven’t I?”
The young woman gave a chipper laugh and sipped on her cocktail. “Oh, have you? Darling, you never shut up about him. Have you found mystery man yet?”
“Actually I have. That’s who I’m hiding from, he’s the host of this party. This home is his, can you believe that?”
“Does he know it’s you?”
“I haven’t a clue. I ran as soon as I heard his name!”
“Come, let’s find Anthony and Mr. Miranda. I need to meet this ever mysterious Lin-Manuel,” Jasmine gushed happily before dragging you by the hand to find the two men.
You couldn’t help giggling as you followed her to the last place they were seen. She traded her empty glass out for a full cocktail and thrust one into your hands.
“Anthony, Mr. Miranda!” She curtsied to them and you followed her lead, offering a forced smile to the two men.
“Welcome back, ladies. Care for a dance now that you’re here?” Lin’s attention turned to you, offering one hand.
Cursing yourself for accepting the offer, you followed him onto the makeshift ballroom floor and he pulled you closer with a twirl.
You looked up at him, letting out a soft giggle as your dress spun with you. You opened up your mouth to speak, only to be beaten to it by Lin.
“What are the odds we’d meet again at a party of my own?” He wondered aloud with some cheek to his tone.
“It appears you’ve invited all of West Egg and East Egg, so surely it can’t be too much of a shock,” you decided, shrugging nonchalantly, though your heart was racing in your chest.
“I don’t invite people to my parties. They just show up.”
“Oh, is that so? What I’ve heard from Anthony begs to differ.”
“Mr. Ramos is the exception, you see. My poor neighbor, he won’t show up uninvited so I had no other choice.” His charming smile melted your insides as you were pulled closer to his body in the dance.
“Well,” you breathed out, blushing at how close you were, “that sounds like nothing if not Ant.”
You danced in a comfortable silence to the orchestra for a few minutes before you decided to break the silence.
“Why didn’t you come back for me?” You looked up at him with sad eyes.
“I tried, you see. I tried to find you, but I didn’t know where to begin. I never knew where you lived, or even your last name to find you in the phonebook.” He chuckled and you silently questioned why.
He continued, “I spent so much time trying to find you. I resorted to throwing parties, hoping you’d show up to one and I’d finally see you again. It’s over the top, I know, but it caught your attention, didn’t it?”
“It did,” you answered honestly, letting yourself laugh quietly. “But you’ll continue throwing the parties, yes? I wouldn’t mind an excuse to see you now and again.”
“If I get to see you, then the parties will continue. Does that mean I can expect you next week?”
You let Lin spin you closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling softly. “I think you’ll have to wait and see,” you whispered with your lips pressed to his ear. You pulled away after a second to look at him, sending a wink his way.
“A woman of mystery. I like that,” he breathed out, offering a flustered smirk.
It was only a few minutes later that Anthony and Jasmine came back over to the two of you, arms linked, and Jasmine winked to you. “A word?” She stared directly at you.
You merely groaned at her request but followed her aside after excusing yourself. “Yes, Jasmine?”
“He’s charming, isn’t he?” She turned to you expectantly, hands both on her hips.
You rolled your eyes but agreed. “Very charming, yes.”
“And cute. Very cute.” She giggled like a young girl.
“Yes, he is cute. But you know I can’t do anything.” You just snorted, a very un-ladylike mannerism.
She hit your arm in a playful way before tugging you back to the busy dance floor, nudging you towards Lin once again. You stumbled a bit towards him over your own feet, squealing as you fell, but there were two arms wrapped around your waist before you felt an impact.
Looking up, you saw Lin with his arms around you, breaking out into a wide grin. “Why, it’s great to see you again as well.”
You broke into a fit of giggles and quickly straightened to a standing position. “I apologize for my clumsiness, why I’m not the most graceful.”
“Please, you needn’t apologize.” His face was just inches from yours as he let go of your waist, making a smooth transition into a slow dance. “I did promise I would always be there to catch you, didn’t I? Many years ago, but it holds true still.”
“I suppose you did, didn’t you?” You pulled back hesitantly so your faces weren’t so close together, looking down at your feet with red cheeks.
One of Lin’s hands moved to tilt your head up and his eyes locked with yours. They had a power to them that made your heart melt with one look, like nothing you had felt before.
Lin pushed the hair out of your face with a stroke of his thumb. “Can I take you out for a date? Wednesday evening, I would pick you up at 8.”
“As much as I’d love to, Mr. Miranda..” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I can’t imagine my husband would like that.”
Sugawara blinked as he took in the crowded sight of the university cafeteria. He was surprised at how busy it was considering it was only seven in the morning.
The boy sighed, remembering his stupidity and checked the time on his mobile phone once again.
The team had agreed yesterday to meet at the gym at eight in the morning but Sugawara’s wristwatch (unbeknownst to him) was set an hour late. Thus, he ended up arriving an hour earlier and missing his breakfast as he hastily scrambled off his bed. He was already at the university when he wondered why the others were late, checked his phone for messages and saw the time blinking at him 7:00 AM.
Sugawara decided he had enough time to eat breakfast. He didn’t expect the cafeteria to be so crowded so early in the morning, though. Feeling his stomach churning out of hunger, he figured he had no choice but to buy his meal and hopefully find a vacant seat.
His eyes scanned the area as he held on to his breakfast. Just then, he spotted a girl sitting all by herself on a four-seat table. Sugawara immediately went to her. It looked like she was just about to start eating, too.
“Excuse me.” The girl was ready to dig in when he spoke and he felt a little sorry for interrupting.
The girl looked up and Sugawara felt a blush creeping onto his cheeks as she was unexpectedly very cute. Ugh, this isn’t the time for that, idiot, he told himself.
“Can I help you?” said the girl, her gaze questioning.
The lad gestured to the vacant seat across her. “Is this seat free?”
The girl’s gaze shifted to the seat before going back up at him and smiling. “Yeah, go ahead.”
Sugawara muttered his thanks before placing his meal on the table and taking his seat. As he took hold of his utensils, he low-key peeked at the girl in front of him.
She was having omurice and one thing Sugawara noticed was the ketchup she held in her hands. It didn’t take long for him to realize that the girl was gonna use it on her meal as it didn’t have the typical ketchup designs on it.
Silently, he continued to watch her. She held on to the ketchup and started to put some on her omurice. For a moment, the gray-haired lad watched her put silly smiley faces on her plate with such an adorable concentrated frown that he forgot he had his own plate to pay attention to.
Suddenly, the girl looked up and caught him watching her. Flustered, Sugawara immediately apologized but the girl just laughed with sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry, it must be very weird for you, huh?”
The boy fervently shook his head. “No! You’re actually very cute!”
He realized too late that he just said something very mortifying as the girl in front of him turned beet red out of (he assumed) embarrassment. Once again flustered, he stammered out, “I- I mean– what you did was very cute and–”
The girl giggled and he shut his mouth. That was very cute, too, he mentally commented.
“I’m [Full Name],” the girl introduced herself and held out her hand. “You are?”
Beffudled and a little bit shy, Sugawara took her hand and vaguely noted how soft her hand was. “Sugawara Koushi. Nice to meet you, [Last Name]-san.”
“[Name] is fine. Nice to meet you, too, Sugawara-kun.”
“Koushi is fine,” he said, copying her words.
[Name] smiled and leaned her cheek on her hand. “Your beauty mark is very cute, too, Koushi.”
Sugawara was almost amazed at how this girl can ruffle his feathers so easily.
Roommate being in an extremely happy and bubbly mood and suddenly taking the boys hand and begins to waltz with them because they are just a ball of sun shine at the moment. Smiling very cute and giggling.
what an adorable request!!
For once, Hanamiya didn’t feel the need to make an unpleasant remark; he did anyway but there was no true barb behind the words and you didn’t care anyway as you smiled at him again.
Chuckling, Hara spun you towards him- not the best dancer but not the worst either. “You having fun?” he asked, stopping the dance momentarily to kiss your forehead before going back to his more contemporary version of the waltz.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” he observed with a mutter, moving along the dorm with you but stiffly, awkwardly. Yet, he did not stop for that smile of yours was infectious and would never want to see it stop.
How to say he didn’t mind this, Furuhashi debated with himself, that he almost preferred to see a smile out of sheer joy than a smile out of masochistic acceptance of pain. “You should put music on,” he told you matter-of-factly and then you did and then everything seemed just right.
He was a stuttering, blushing, mess of a boy as you took up the male position and led him around the room with a seeming spark in your step; a similar branch of electricity to the one that was making your smile so bright, no doubt.
Maria Reynolds and Eliza Schuyler poly s/o headcannons please? If you don't want to, you don't have to! Thank you!
boss’ memo : ye s !!! yes i want to !!!!! =D and no, thank You for this #blessed request !!!!!! and i hope the gif is okay! <3
so how does it happen, you ask?
maria is with you, first, actually ! her last relationship didn’t end well, but after given ample time to heal, she finds that when she’s with you, you make her feel safe. you make her feel loved–and she finds herself becoming more and more aware of this as she hangs out with you. you don’t judge her for what happened. you listen. she’s scared, though. scared like you wouldn’t believe !!
what would they think of you? they might think you’re taking advantage of her vulnerability. they’ll say things about you, demonize her even more, what will they say…?
it’s been long enough, and she’s had time to deal with it, and you’ve spent many-a-night helping her out. despite this, she can’t help but worry because you’re the person she’s started to like after the mess, after all.
she’s been staying at your house for a while, now, and she kisses your cheek every morning–but she’s sure you’re only interpreting it as platonic; and even if you take it romantically, she knows you’re too sweet. she knows that you’ll wait until she makes the first move.
so, she’s embarrassed when she finally gathers her courage and approaches you about her affections–and she cries when you gather her into her arms and comfort her. she holds you tight and, trembling, informs you that you’re stuck with her for life, now.
eliza, flustered, approaches you one day whilst holding maria’s hand for comfort, and you think you have an idea of what’s going on. she shakily asks if she can start a relationship with maria–with your permission! with your permission, of course, if you’d allow her. if you’d be okay with it. you look between the two of them, and nod.
maria hints to you about eliza’s feelings–and, with a raised brow and sly smile, she tells you that eliza says some interesting things, and if you were to be as observant as herself, then you’d notice eliza’s eyes darting to your mouth every time you spoke. you roll your eyes at her and she laughs. she is telling the truth.
eliza is shy !! she loves you, actually, very early on into her relationship with maria, but she’s shy ! she accepts that she loves you fairly easily, but she’s nervous because she came into this relationship wanting maria, only !!! and now she’s beating herself up because you are just so adorable!!! she’s getting red in the face just thinking of being with you–and she finds herself slipping and referring to you as “hers” several times!
you’re leaning on maria when eliza comes into the room, simply sits on your lap, and kisses you–and she’s very cute !!! she’s giggling and cupping her own cheeks when she pulls away–! she tells you that you’re so kind, so beautiful, so gentle with maria and so patient with her. she compliments you and you’re left going, ‘how the hell did i not notice this earlier?’
maria is Smug,,,,,,,
maria is very loving once she gets comfortable with you–she hums and hugs you from behind, nuzzles your neck and, honestly? she’s not unlike a cat in displaying her affection–she’ll sit on your table, drape herself across your lap, she doesn’t really care !! she’s too busy being proud of herself for distracting you!
(she means this all in jest, don’t worry–she does her best to not bother you when you or eliza are busy. but she does crave affection !)
eliza is actually v possessive, and you better believe that both you and maria have hickies from her!! she jumps between being aggressive and shy !
maria likes to leave her red lipstick everywhere–eliza and her argue about this, sometimes, but it’s always playful !
Quill thought she raised her daughter better than this. She raised a warrior. She raised a bad ass.
She did not raise a flirt. (“She takes after you,” Tanya had joked. Quill had thrown a shoe at her.)
Kit was currently sat on Ram’s lap, batting her pink eyelashes and twirling her hair. And somehow Quill was the only one who was bothered. Even Ram’s future wife (April had been the one who proposed) smiled at her.
“Do you like my hair?” Kit had inherited her fathers ability to change her appearance at will. She had changed it to wavy brunette curls which suspiciously matched April’s.
“Very cute sweetie.”
Kit giggled. Quill frowned - she had not raised a giggler. She had raised Kit to be war itself-
Her daughter was stroking Ram’s hair.
She strode over and scooped up Kit. She protested but Quill ignored her. She could handle a five year old kicking her in the shin.
Quill put Kit down on the kitchen counter. She was small enough that even standing on the counter, Quill towered over her.
“What are you doing?” She asked her daughter, arms crossed.
Kit copied her, crossing her own arms. “What are you doing Mum?”
“I didn’t raise you like this.”
“Like what?” Kit asked, playing dumb. (Maybe she wasn’t playing - she wasn’t even in school yet.)
“Stop flirting with Ram.”
“You stop flirting with Ram. Check mate.” Kit crossed her arms again and raised her eyebrow.
“He’s twenty years younger then me. And seventeen years older then you.”
Kit stepped closer to the counter. Quill hoped she’d get a fight but Kit just leaned forward and hugged her. “But I’m in love,” she wailed.
Quill was glad to hide her face. She was scowling so hard it hurt her face. “There, there.”
“Mummm-” Kit dragged out the word. “I love him.”
“Cute,” Tanya leant against the wall. “Hey Kit.”
She sniffled and turned to Tanya as well. “Yeah?”
Tanya picked up Kit. “Hey, sweetie, so you like Ram?” She nodded. “I don’t get it. But, I’m not here to judge. But Ram already has a special person. You’ll find yours.”
Kit looked up at Tanya with wide eyes. Quill could already see the warning signs. “Promise?”
Pentagon To You Not Knowing How To Use The Internet
Jinho: “how cute!” Will find it very cute and giggle. Sits next to you and shows you step by step on where to go by pointing at the screen.
Hui: “HAA!” Lets out a big ole obnoxious laugh to tease you but ofc he’s joking. Will bookmark every place you went to when you’re done and tell you to just click on them next time.
Hongseok: Literally will sit next to you holding your waist as he teaches you, but somehow ends up doing everything and taking over as he teaches. All you have to do is listen.
Edawn: “Your not serious right?” He says grinning, pinching your cheeks after. If your sitting he will stand behind you and wrap his arms around you, telling you step by step, occasionally teasing you once in a while.
Yeo-one: “Omg baby girl it’s fine I’ll do it.” Does everything for you every time you want to go online even though that’s kind of bad because you won’t learn how to do it by yourself.
Shinwon: “Wierdo, you don’t know google.” He says this while giving you a wide grin, kissing you afterwards. Teaches you and then Writes down directions on your phone’s ‘note’ adding a heart emoji at the end.
Kino: Takes hours to teach you, taking his sweet time to make sure you get everything and will be able to use it on your own after one day. Very patient but will occasionally blurt out a laugh (in short outbursts) when you mess up and accidentally exited out the browser or website.
Yuto: This guy will just stand there watching you for some time hoping you’d figure it out by yourself. Trying to not laugh or smile thinking it might hurt your feelings. Ends up not even helping you cuz he left in the middle thinking you’d get it by now.
Yanan: “HOW DO U NOT KNOW GOOGLE??” He sorts tries to hold in his laugh while asking you this but will transform into a teacher. Teaches you and reviews everything several times to make sure you get it. Leaves you homework like “1. Go to youtube. 2. Tweet something on twitter, like I LOVE YANAN. Finish homework by tomorrow.“
Woosoek: LAUGHS. Laughs the whole time, hugs u and kisses u while laughing, takes photos of u trying to use the internet, will eventually help u, but you will never get to live on without being reminded of this day.
Hii, so this is a little idea that I had for a while now. There’s plenty more to come ,at least I hope so. Let me know what you think about it and if you want me to keep going with this? Thanks xxx
“Can you come here for a moment?”
Harry rushed into the kitchen of the apartment he quite grew to like over the last eight weeks. His band was finally taking a break after five years of nonstop working and traveling from one continent to the other. If he was honest he still didn’t feel like they were on a break. He still felt the constant jetlag and tired eyes but he enjoyed his time off. He was staying with his sister Gemma in London right now. Gemma all but begged him to stay in her apartment for a while because she missed him so much over the past few years. Harry agreed immediately, he was planning on staying with his family anyway.
“What’s up, Gem?” he asked his sister who looked like she would have a meltdown in a few seconds.
“My co-worker is coming over in half a hour. She’s really amazing and I’m so excited that I can work with her because she’s so talented. I really want her to like me and feel comfortable here because she will probably spend quite some time here during the next few weeks. I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t walk around half naked or do something stupid, yeah?”
Harry chuckled at her nervous rambling and leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. He met her last co-worker on a party a friend was hosting. If he was quite honest he doesn’t like people from the journalism industry all that much. It wasn’t even because of all the things those journalists and press people wrote about him or what rumours they spreat about him. It was the way they acted. Every journalist he met yet who wasn’t interviewing him and his bandmates was a bit strange. They were arrogant and cocky and he thought that some of them thought they were better than other people with different jobs. He really did bot like journalists.
His sister of course was different. He loved the way she wrote and how passionate she was about her job. And she wasn’t arrogant and cocky.
“Don’t worry. I’ll say hello to your new, ‘amazing’ co-worker and then I’ll leave you alone. You know I don’t like those people anyway.”
Gemma shook her head at him and walked over to the fridge to get herself a water bottle. She opened the bottle and took a sip from the cold liquid.
“She’s not like them.” she said when she turned around again to look at her brother.
“She started in this industry about three years ago. We have this big project going on. We’ll be working on stories together.”
“Sounds nice. I really she isn’t like the others I met.” Harry rolled his eyes at the thought.
“No, she’s really sweet.” Gemma smiled.
“Oh, did you say sweet?” Harry asked as if he didn’t hear her correctly.
“Yes, she is sweet. But don’t you dare make a move on her.” she threaded and pointed a accussing finger at Harry.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything embarrassing. Unless-”
“Harry, no! She won’t be interested in you anyway.”
“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing. Just go and do some work or something.” she rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile on her lips.
Harry shook his head at her and turned around to leave before he remembered something.
“I’m going to go out with Niall tonight. I won’t be long though because he is going to fly to LA tomorrow.”
“Alright. Please, don’t get drunk. Don’t want you to be sick.”
“I won’t.” Harry said and rolled his eyes at her.
He went upstairs into Gemma’s bathroom where he took a shower and shaved the little stubble that grew over the last two day he didn’t shave. He was quite looking forward to this little night out even though he didn’t enjoy those type of things as much as others did his age. Tonight he’s going to be alone with Niall which was good because that meant nobody would end up drunk. They both weren’t that into alcohol, a beer or two were okay but they both knew their limits.
He got out of the bathroom with a white towel around his hips and made his way to the guestroom. The room wasn’t big but more than enough for him to stay for a few weeks. He went over to the little drawer on the opposite side of the room where the bed stood. He decided he would wear a black see-through button down with black ripped skinny jeans and some boots.
When he was dressed and was finished with drying his hair and spritzing on some cologne it was almost seven o'clock. In ten minutes he had to leave in order to be on time.
He made his way downstairs when he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks.
A very cute and pretty giggle.
And it was definetaly not his sister giggling.
He walked down the last few stairs and over to the living room. He stopped right in front of it though, he didn’t want to be seen yet.
“So I thought that maybe we could separate our stories, you know? I don’t think it’s a good idea when we write everything together because that will probably get a bit too much. What do you think?”
That was his sister talking. There was a little pause before he heard the other girl speaking.
“I think that’s a very good idea. What I’ve seen from your previous writings is that you quite enjoy to write about nature and food and stuff like that, right? I love to write about girly stuff like makeup, fashion. But also about love and sex.”
Hell, Harry thought. He needed to know what that girl looked like. Her giggle was pretty, her voice was pretty. And somehow the fact that she enjoyed to write about sex awoke something in him.
No, it wasn’t because he was a horny teenager who started to blush and giggle whenever someone said the word ‘sex’ but the way she said it was somehow… sexy? And the fact that she wrote about it was kind of hot.
Harry rounded the corner and when he saw her it seemed like everything around him stopped.
God, she was pretty.
She smiled at him when she saw him and he didn’t think he ever saw such a breathtaking sight before. Her plump lips were stretched in the most beautiful way and her teeth were the brightest shade of white teeth could ever be. Her eyes were literally shining and looking so beautiful and perfect he almost cried. Her hair was just the right length and suited her beautiful face perfectly. She was dressed in a white shirt and blue ripped jeans and she looked so cute how she sat there he almost wanted to pinch her rosy cheeks.
“Hi! You must be Harry. I’m Y/N, Gemma’s new co-worker.” Y/N stood up from the couch and reached her right hand out with a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry mumbled and smiled softly at her.
He shook her soft hand and he was sure that he felt tiny electric shocks on his skin when he touched her.
She really was amazing, Gemma didn’t lie.
And incredibly sweet.
She was one of those people Harry’s mum Anne always called sunshine. Anne always said that Harry was a little sunshine because when he walked into a room the whole atmosphere changed and when he smiled he world looked like a better place.
Y/N was a sunshine too. Her smile left him breathless and he almost didn’t find any words to reply to her.
“Nice to meet you too, Harry. I hope I don’t disturb your evening or something.” she said and her eyes widened and her smile fell a bit.
“No, no.” Harry was quick to answer.
He wanted her to smile again.
“I had plans anyway, don’t worry. I think Gemma is quite happy when she gets rid of me.” he grinned over at Gemma.
“True.” Gemma laughed.
Y/N smiled again and Harry felt his heartbeat racing when she looked into his eyes again. He never felt like that before when he looked at a girl. Of course, he met pretty girls before but never did he meet someone like Y/N. Something about her felt different from the very first glimpse he caught of her. He wouldn’t call it love on first sight, though. He didn’t believe in that. But maybe it was a massive crush.
“Well, I’m going to leave now. I’m already a bit late.” Harry chuckled and waved at the two girls.
“Bye.” Y/N smiled at him.
Harry left the livingroom and when he was sure that they couldn’t see him he leaned against a wall and took a deep breath. That was… intense. He wondered if Y/N felt the same way but…
Let’s just say that Harry is a hopeless romantic. He loved the idea of finding the significant other and loving them forever. She won’t be interested in you anyway
The words his sister said earlier were replaying in his head. It was true. He was almost certain that she had a boyfriend because well, look at her. Someone who does not see her beauty must be blind. And even if she was single he wouldn’t have a chance. She was perfect and he was… Harry.
And she worked together with his sister.
She was taboo.
He left the apartment after he put his boots and a jacket on.
When Y/N heard the front door of the apartment fall shut she turned to Gemma.
“So I’m not some weird fangirl or something but I have to admit that I was quite nervous about meeting you’re brother.
"Oh, there’s no reason to be nervous around him. Sometimes he’s a pain in the arse but most of the time he’s a absolute sweetheart.” Gemma smiled at her.
“So you actually enjoy having him here?” Y/N asked curiously.
“Yeah, I do. I didn’t quite get to see him that often during the last few weeks is it’s nice to finally spend some time with him again.”
“That’s nice.” Y/N hummed.
“So where were we?”
“Yeah, right. So…”
Harry got home around midnight, absolutely sober. His thoughts were still consumed by the girl he met a few hours ago. He knew that he was probably overthinking everything and he only felt that way because he hadn’t met a girl in a very long time and he was pretty lonely. But he also knew that something happened when she touched his hand. It was somehow magical.
He was still sitting in his black Range Rover even though he was already in the driveway of his sisters apartment. Y/N’s car was still parked as well. His heart raced at the thought of seeing her again and a smile spread on his cheeks.
He got out of his car and made his way to the front door. He unlocked the door with his key and closed the door quietly behind him. He took off his boots and coat before he walked to the kitchen. When he walked inside he saw her placing down two wine glasses.
“Hey.” Harry spoke quietly so he wouldn’t scare her.
“Oh, hi.” Y/N turned around with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry that I’m still here but we wrote a lot and now Gemma fell asleep. She had a bit of wine so…”
“Always falls asleep after she had some wine.” Harry chuckled and leaned against the doorway.
“She’s on the couch. Did not want to wake her.”
Harry nodded and smiled at the way she took care of his sister. She was sweet. Inside and out.
“Alright so I’ll leave now.” Y/N said.
Harry’s smile fell and a frown took over his features. He knew he couldn’t ask her to stay a bit more because well he didn’t know her and she probably did not want to spend any time with him. And it was late.
“You came here by car, right?” he asked and she gave him a nod as answer.
“Oh, you’re not annoying at all. It’s sweet that you worry about me but I only had a little sip and I’m a big girl.” she gave him a little wink and a cheeky smile.
Harry chuckled and nodded.
“I know you are. Just don’t want anything happening to you.”
Y/N’s smile fell a bit at his words and he almost thought he said something wrong but she caught herself pretty quickly again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give Gemma a text when I’m at home, alright?”
“Okay.” Harry nodded.
Y/N wanted to make her way over to the living room but right when she reached the doorway of the kitchen she stumbled over her own feet and almost fell on the floor but Harry caught her. One arm was around her waist and the other hand was holding onto her arm.
Y/N looked up at Harry with wide eyes and a blush on her cheeks. Harry really did not have a dirty mind but the way her eyes were so big right now and her cheeks had that flush made him wonder what she would look like on her knees for him, about to take his-
“I’m so sorry. I’m really the clumsiest person ever.”
She moved away from his hold and looked at the ground a big embarrassed.
“Don’t worry. I’m clumsy too. I stumble over everything. And most of the time I can’t control my limbs.”
Y/N looked up at him again and a quiet giggle left her lips.
Yes, her giggle was really cute.
“I should really leave now.” she said after a while of just looking at him.
Harry nodded and moved aside so she could get her stuff from the living room. She returned a few seconds later, smiling softly.
“Thank you for saving me from hitting the floor.” she blushed.
“Anytime, clumsy.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and poked her nose with his finger.
Another giggle left her lips and now Harry was sure that he never heard something more beautiful.
“Good night.” she whispered and got up on the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss against Harry’s cheek.
Harry felt his cheeks heating up immediately. He didn’t think she would do that.
“Good night.” he whispered back.
She sent him another smile and left the apartment. He didn’t know how he could stay so calm while talking to her because on the inside he was freaking out. Harry still felt the ghost of her lips on his cheeks and he still smelled the whiff of vanilla that hit his nose when she leaned up for the little kiss. He was sure he could die happy now.
The next morning he woke up with a smile on his face. Y/N got home safely, he saw Gemma’s phone lighting up with her message half a hour after she left.
He made his way downstairs into the kitchen were Gemma was already sitting at the table with a croissant on her plate and a cup of tea in her hand.
“Good morning.” Harry smiled at her and went over to the counter were Gemma already prepared a cup of tea for himself.
“Good morning.” she replied irritated.
“What got you all smiley this morning, hm?”
Harry had to admit that he was quite grumpy in the morning. There was never a reason to his bad mood though and after twenty minutes he’d be a little sunshine again.
“Oh, come on now.” Gemma eyed him suspiciously.
“I know that smile. It has something to do with a girl am I right?”
Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to look at his sister. The problem was that he always told her everything and vice versa, but he couldn’t tell her that. T/N was taboo.
“No. There’s no girl. I’m just in a good mood.” he sent her another soft smile and sat down across from her at the table.
“Alright. Anyway, Y/N is so amazing. We already wrote on our first piece last evening and it’s so great. I love her ideas and she’s so inspiring. It’s going to be so good, we really are going to write about everything. I’ll write about lifestyle, nature and cooking and stuff and she’ll do girly stuff and some juicy stuff like love and sex. I can’t wait to finally start writing on it.”
Gemma sounded so exited Harry couldn’t help but smile at her. He was proud of her and everything she achieved lately. And the fact that she now worked with someone like Y/N who she admired was amazing.
“Sounds great. I’m excited to read some of it.”
“Oh, yes. We’ll upload the first one in like two days. And the beginning we wrote is already so good. Y/N will finish it up at home and then it will be up.” she grinned.
“Nice.” Harry nodded and took a sip from his tea.
Oh how he wished he could make a move on Y/N. But he didn’t want to ruin that experience for Gemma. If he asked Y/N out on a date or they actually really started dating it would be quite awkward if they would end. So that was probably not that great of an idea.
“Y/N told me she was pretty nervous about meeting you because of who you were. She was cute about it.”
“She knows me?”
“Of course she does! Who in our age doesn’t know who that weirdo from that strange band is? And when she found out that she was working with the sister of Harry Styles she probably had a little fangirl moment.
Harry chuckled at the thought of that sweet girl fangirling over him.
"Anyway, what do you think about her?”
Gemma’s question made him suck in a breath and he closed his eyes briefly. Goodness how he hated to answer that question. What should he say? That he was in love with her from the second he caught a glimpse of her perfect face? That he didn’t stop thinking about her since she kissed his cheek?
No that probably wouldn’t be that smart.
He hated lying to his sister.
But well, here goes nothing.
This is a Spencer x reader requested by @elliekotowski where you and Garcia have a sleepover and you tell Garcia that you like Reid, then the two of you get tipsy and Garcia ends up calling some of the team members and tells them without the reader knowing that the reader likes Spencer. Then, the next day, the reader and Garcia don’t remember anything that happened but the team remembers the calls. Alrighty, please enjoy! :)
Garcia was only encouraging you. Shame on her. Well, she probably thought you were encouraging her actually. But despite who was encouraging who, the two of you inevitably ended up knocking drinks back, more than gradually becoming exceedingly drunk. Not the greatest thing in the world for a sleepover.
You had long ago managed to huddle Garcia onto the couch. A very good idea in the long run as it was now extremely obvious there was no way either of you were going to end up moving.
“Wha'ever ‘appened to Kevin?” You slurred
“We weren’ goin’ a good ‘irection” Garcia shrugged drunkenly back
“But 'e was cute,” You pointed out, jabbing a finger into the air
“Yeah, 'ut we weren’ workin’ out,” She frowned, almost dramatically
“'E was almos’ as cute as Spencer,” You ended with a giggle
“Spencer?” Garcia turned to you with furrowed brows, surprised by your statement. Her drink was nearly tipping over in her hand.
You nodded and bobbed your head. You were much too drunk to realize what exactly you had just admitted to, “Spencer is very cute,”
Garcia only giggled in response, downing the rest of her drink, and giggled more.
You were out. There was no bringing you back from your infinite sleep. But Garcia was still awake. You had “failed” at the concept of a sleepover. Now Garcia was all alone. Just her and your sleeping body next to her. Oh, but there was her cell phone, calling out to her, begging her to have some fun. So, what could Garcia do but pick up her beloved device?
She wasn’t even sure what she was doing, but suddenly Derek’s face was flashing across her screen and she could hear his voice from the phone. She had dialed him. His voice was thick with sleep, but he had answered nonetheless, “Are you alright, baby girl? What’s up?”
She giggled drunkenly at the nickname, “'Id y'know y/n likes Spencer?”
“Are you drunk?” He sighed, on the verge of being annoyed by the late hour, but buffered by the fact that it was Garcia
“Y/n and I are havin’ a sleepover. 'E drank a but,”
“You should go to sleep, Penelope,”
Derek’s words were only met with more giggling, “Y/n likes Spencer,”
And then she hung up.
Garcia didn’t mean to call anybody else. She hadn’t meant to call Derek in the first place at all. But her fingers became their own sentient beings and suddenly she had called all of her BAU friends. They had all answered quickly, a remark of the job, always on alerts Each conversation resembled that of the one with Derek, minus the 'baby girls’ of course.
There was, of course, one member left. A certain genius by the name of Doctor. She didn’t even hesitate dialing his number, too drunk at that point to even have any idea what an inhibition was.
“Garcia?” He answered on the second ring.
The only sound he heard was giggling.
“Garcia?” He asked again
“You’re Spencer,” She laughed
“Um….yes, I’m Spencer. Garcia, are you alright?”
“Y'know, y/n likes Spencer,” Garcia giggled
Spencer froze for a moment, tensing up at the sound of your name, “Are you drunk?”
“Ooooooh yeah. I’ was a sleepover,” She laughed, barely pausing before laughing out, “Y/n likes Spencer. She told me so,”
Spencer didn’t respond for a few long moments after that, too surprised by the words that had slipped from Garcia’s mouth and escaped her uninhibited mind.
At Spencer’s absence of words, drunk Garcia could only assume that he had hung up on her and so she pushed that large red button, severing the call.
Spencer didn’t get a lot of sleep for the rest of the night.
It was so painfully obvious the next day at work when you and Garcia arrived together that you were incredibly hungover. Not that they didn’t already expect that after the calls they had all received the night before.
You and Garcia had donned comfortable clothing, just on the verge of business casual, and of course large, very dark, sunglasses to shade your eyes from the blinding lights of the federal building as the two of you nursed you strong, dark coffees.
The pair of you immediately wandered into Garcia’s office, searching the solitude of the dimmed lights and gentle noise. Neither of you even stopped to talk to anybody, just immediately hid. Not the worst strategy for two embarrassingly hungover women.
For awhile, you got away with it. Not many people ever visited Garcia besides the BAU and they all had a pretty good idea of how drunk the two of you had gotten the night before. But as lunch passed, Spencer knocked hesitantly on Garcia’s door.
“Come in,” You groaned at the sound
Spencer entered the nearly-entirely dark room and watched not only Garcia, but you too, squint at the sneaking light from the hallway.
“What’s up, boy genius,” Garcia asked, rubbing her temples
“Um, could I ask y/n something?” He stuttered nervously, itching at the sleeve of his sweater. A lock of his hair fell in front of his face.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere. It’s dark in here,” Garcia said simply
Spencer thought for a moment before sighing, “Fine, I’ll do it anyway,” He turned to you with wide eyes, “Y/n,” He started nervously, “I, um, hear that you like me…” He trailed off, searching for confirmation of some sort, and receiving that in the shock on your face.
Your cheeks shaded into ripe tomatoes, “Who told you th-? Where? What? I don’t kn-. Who? Who would’ve sai-?”
Spencer cut you off with a nervous laugh, “Let’s just say I’m pretty sure you and Garcia got pretty drunk last night,”
You turned to Garcia, a glare set across your expression and surprise liasoning across hers. Neither of you completely remembered what had happened the night before, your memories were blurred by the pounding pain.
“Um, y/n? Would that be a yes or…” Spencer questioned your glare
You turned back to him, and your anger at your friend melted away at your crush’s genuine countenance of hope and mere innocence, “Yeah, Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you,”
“Alright, we’ll set something up when you’re feeling better,” Spencer smiled shyly at the mention of your condition, a laugh cowarding against the tip of his tongue.
“I would like that,” You smiled, too.
“Alright, now that that is done, I’m sorry lover boy, but could you leave? The sounds that come out of your mouth hurt my head,“ Garcia groaned dramatically
Spencer nodded shyly and quietly snuck out the door, making sure it was completely shut behind him so as to appease your technical analyst buddy’s wishes.
You turned back to Garcia with a messy glare, "We will talk about this later, missy,” You growled under your sunglasses, “But first, I’m going to take a quick nap,”
It was almost deathly silent when he opened the front
door of his apartment, the front room being pitch black and only a
few murmurs reaching your ears from other rooms in the place.
‘Be as quiet as you can until we get to my room.’ he
breathes in your ear, making you shiver, but you nod at him, removing
your shoes quietly, and covering your mouth to stop from laughing
when he almost falls over in his haste to remove his.
'Come on.’ he whispers, grinning when he sees you
laughing silently, and beginning to pull you in the direction of a
small corridor, turning to hold his finger against his lips to tell
you to be especially quiet in this bit, and you nod, gesturing for
him to keep going.
'Namjoon-hyung is that you?’ comes a quiet voice-
speaking korean- from behind a door, and before your heart can even
begin to hammer in your chest at being caught, you’re flung into a
room and the door shut behind you, the voices continuing on the other
When you’ve righted yourself, you listen to the conversation as you look around the
room, thankfully not having fallen when you got shoved into the room,
and therefore still being on your feet as you began to snoop.
'Where have you been? I thought you said you’d help me
with my english tonight?’ comes the voice again, this time even
quieter where it had to travel through a door to get to your ears.
You smile at the obvious youthful tone to the voice as your eyes scan
the desk in the corner of the room, seeing multiple pieces of paper
scattered about with what looked like different verses of song or rap
'Sorry, Jimin, I had something to do- rain check?’
Namjoon replies, his deep voice affecting you even with a door in
between and you stop looking around the room in favour of getting
comfortable on the bed, arranging the sheets into some semblance of
normality before removing your coat and sitting in the middle as you
continue to listen to the conversation.
'Oh, okay, thats cool…what did you have to do?’ asks
Jimin, the tone to his voice telling you he had become curious as to
why Namjoon had been out so late, and from the sound of things was
acting slightly strange.
'Uh, it was nothing- look i’m really tired, I’m just
gonna go to bed.’ Namjoon responds, and you smother your chuckle in
your hands, sliding down to lie on your front, crossing your legs
behind you and resting your chin on your hands as you wait for him to
come in, hearing the door handle creek as it was turned.
'Okay, hyung- but are you sure you’re okay? You’re
acting a little-'
'Jimin, I’m fine. Now go to bed!’ he orders, making you
bite your lip at his dominance as he opens the door a little, and you
can see him watching Jimin walk back into his room before he turns to
look at you, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you laid on the
bed, making him quickly slip into the room and shut the door behind
'Fuck, you look good laid there.’ he murmurs, eyes
burning into you as he slides his coat off, chucking it into a corner
of the room before stalking towards you.
'You’re a very cute 'hyung’.’ you giggle, rolling onto
your back as he comes nearer, instantly jumping onto the bed and
kneeling over you, a smirk on his face as he straddles your hips.
'I dont think 'cute’ is the way you’re going to describe
me when i’m finished with you.’ he says quietly, smirking at you when
you bite your lip at his crude words, heart thundering in your chest
as you reach your hands up to bring his face down to yours.
'Is that a threat or a promise?’ you whisper, brushing
your lips over his teasingly and smirking when he groans quietly.
'Oh Baby, that is definitely a promise.'
You shiver as he crashes his mouth to yours, hands
immediately trailing down your body, groping greedily at your chest, and he moans into your mouth as you arch your back into him,
wriggling your legs out from under him and wrapping them around his
'Mmmmh, make sure you keep quiet 'hyung’.’ you whisper,
the sentence making him groan and chuckle as he pulls his mouth away
'Have you actually ever taken Korean classes?’ he asks,
looking at you bemusedly.
'Yes, why do you ask?’ you say, grinning as you pull on
his neck trying to get him to kiss you again.
'Because you’d know that only younger guys call me
hyung.’ he explains, laughing quietly when a blush works its way up
'The word you’re supposed to use- presuming you’re
younger than me?'
'Then you’re supposed to call me Oppa.’ he says,
grinning as he leans forward to reconnect your lips, and you sigh
happily as he does so, mulling the word over in your mind as his
hands trail to the bottom of your white t-shirt, beginning to push it
up your chest so that he could take it off of you.
'Oppa.’ you breath, testing out the word as he pulls
away to remove your shirt and gasping when he suddenly attaches his
lips to the skin of your stomach, groaning against it when he hears
you say the word.
'Fuck, thats sexy.’ he murmurs, looking up at you and
you grin at him feeling your belly quake as he continues to kiss it,
his hands travelling back to your breasts and continuing to massage
them over your bra.
'Oppa.’ you repeat, giggling when he groans again, and
gasping when he moves his mouth back to yours, your hands greedily
pulling on his shirt, suddenly needing things to speed up.
'Shit.’ he breathes, sitting up and pulling his shirt
over his head, gasping when your hands move to his chest suddenly,
nails raking hungrily over his skin.
'I need you, baby.’ he growls, the words sounding cheesy
coming from him, making you grin as his hands begin to unfasten your
trousers, fingers pinching at your skin as he pulls them down, a loud
groan escaping him as he looks you over.
'Fuck, you look good.’ he mutters, pressing hard kisses
to your lips, before quickly trailing them down your body, leaving a
path of goosebumps in their place. Your hands are restless as they
claw at his shoulders, slowly falling to the bed as his mouth comes
to a stop at the very bottom of your stomach, lingering teasingly
along your pantie line.
'I was going to make this quick…but I want to have
some fun…’ he whispers, breath ghosting teasingly over your skin.
'Please, oppa.’ you breathe, biting your lip to provoke
him, and from the glint in his eyes as he looks up at you, you know
this is going to be a night to remember.
P.S. Hahahaha, you thought you were going to get funky times :P Sorry, I’m keeping this PC for the time being! ;)