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haechan is the type of boyfriend who’s obsessed with you. he yaps about you to others, about what you’ve been doing, about how proud he is that you managed to get a promotion after being so stressed out with work, about what show you’ve been seeing and all your opinions that somehow, after he lets them marinate for a bit, also become his. he’s obsessed with the smell of your skin, of your body butter, he doesn’t know what it is or when you’ve gotten it but it has him smitten. he’s obsessed with your perfume, he can smell you on his sheets, on his towels, on his blankets, every piece of fabric in his apartment smells like you when you leave, and he falls in love with you even more. he knows you’re not a gamer, and he appreciates when you don’t get upset at him for spending his free time on the computer playing with friends. he buys all the sims expansion packs that you mention, and he lets you play on his pc — he’s happy just observing you playing around while giggling, ruining your sims’ lives, and building stuff. you seem to love building stuff, he can’t help the warmth he feels inside his chest when he sees your eyes sparkle while playing. you mention to him once that there’s an interesting game you’ve found out about from a coworker, stray to be more precise, and you think the idea is very cute. he buys the game for you as a surprise, and you’re content with sitting in his lap looking at the screen, exploring the game with him. you pick up on clues and objects laying around so fast, it’s incredible to him. he’s obsessed with how good and sharp your senses are, all of them. when he has to run away from zurks, you ask him if you can help him, maybe press a few keys simultaneously with him. he’s happy to comply, how can he not be, when you’re literally his world, with your cute outfits and your endearing personality? you fail at succeeding and the zurks eat you alive countless times before you finally succeed. you listen to him intently, you know he’s smart, and his strategies are always good. he loves the little frown you make while listening to him. he’s a very patient man — but only with you. you both know this, and he lets you take advantage of that, because he loves you.

i’m not one to make serious announcements, but this is serious. Moon Taeil, Oldest member of NCT, has been kicked out of the group due to SERIOUS sexual assault allegations. If you thought Lucas was bas, this is even worse. Removed from the group in mere seconds. Me being a Taeil stan, i’m more than disgusted. disappointed. But just because you may like him, doesn’t mean defend him. The things that he has possibly done is wrong and disgusting and if you defend him, you’re disgusting too.

The statement reads:

This is SM Entertainment.

We have recently confirmed that Taeil has been implicated in a criminal case related to sexual crimes.

While looking into the situation, we recognized that the issue is very serious, and we have decided that Taeil could no longer continue team activities. We have discussed this matter with Taeil and it has been decided he will be removed from the group.

Currently, Taeil is faithfully cooperating with the police investigation. We will share additional statements as the investigation progresses.

We deeply apologize for the controversy caused by our artist.

More is to come out about the case, stand with the victim, not with your idol.

Jaehyun and "I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” plz 💞

Jaehyun was an acquaintance, you would say. You were both majoring in the same area, had several classes together, and you talked sometimes, but that was all. You certainly didn’t expect Jaehyun to be your knight in black-and-white plaid on a day that started out sunny, but turns to a heavy rainstorm and mucky pathways around campus.

You sigh and look out the door of the building. Your next class is halfway across campus, you don’t have an umbrella, and as one boy comes slipping through the door, bringing a gust of cool, misty air with him, you curse your past self for not grabbing the umbrella beside your door at home.

You consider skipping your next class, waiting out the rainstorm here in the safe and dry warmth of this building, but you have an exam that you really can’t miss. So you take a deep breath, open the building’s door, and step out into the cold rain.

It hits and you freeze for a second, closing your eyes, and that second is just long enough for the rain to miraculously stop.

“Forget your umbrella?” A voice asks behind you, and you turn to see Jaehyun standing right at your elbow, a black-and-white flannel hugging his broad shoulders, and when you look up, you see he’s holding an umbrella over your head. “Where are you headed? I’ll walk you.”

“Th- The science building.” You shiver as the two seconds of the downpour you’d had to endure soaks through your clothes. “You don’t have to, Jaehyun. If it’s out of your way, I can--”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “I’m done with classes for the day. I was just going to walk over to the library to study for a bit. I can walk you, it’s no problem.”

So you nod and thank him, sticking close to his side as the pair of you set off toward the science building, chatting about the classes you share, about an event being hosted by your department this coming weekend, about how annoyed you are that you forgot your umbrella today of all days.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nudges you with his elbow. “But at least I was here. Lucky I’m heading to the library to study for the exam next week instead of just heading home.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to study for that.” You groan as you approach the science building at last. “I still don’t entirely understand one of the concepts, so I’m sure I’ll do terrible.”

“You could always come study with me. When are you done for the day?” He looks up at the science building’s windows glowing through the dull rainstorm. “If it’s still raining I can come pick you back up with my umbrella. We could go back to the library, and I understand most of what we’ll be tested over pretty well, so maybe I could help you? If you want.”

A stray drop of rain splatters against Jaehyun’s cheek and starts to drip down, and your eyes follow the movement. Your fingers itch to reach up and wipe his cheek dry again, but before you can make a move, Jaehyun does it for himself. You really could use the help studying, and the help staying dry in this rain, so you nod. 

“Okay, sounds like a date. Meet me back here in an hour?” You ask.

Jaehyun nods, his eyes watching your face closely as his throat bobs nervously. “A date?”

“Mhmm. A date. I’ll buy you coffee if you help me study.” You didn’t mean a date at first, but as soon as you saw his reaction, you realized that yeah, you did kind of want a date with Jaehyun. “We can grab some dinner too.”

Jaehyun smiles then, sighing in relief. “A date.” He nods. “That was easier than I thought. I remember practicing asking you out to the mirror shortly after we first met, but I’ve always lost my courage when it came down to it.” He laughs a little. “But you just out and ask me on a date like it’s nothing.” 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, a reminder that your class starts in five minutes. “I’ll see you back here in an hour?”

Jaehyun nods, and as you step out from under the cover of his umbrella to run the last few feet to the building’s door, you feel Jaehyun’s fingers brush the back of your hand, and you swear you feel his touch burning against your skin for the entirety of class, like a good luck charm and a happy memory all rolled into one.

thank you to everyone who sent these in! prompts/requests are now closed, but I’ll be working on the ones I got before this! to see more drabbles you can click here

[9:16 am]

(cw: course language)

Dating Jeno was like a dream. You knew it was early, 2 months to be exact, but you were fairly certain he was the best man ever. He was sweet, thoughtful, he listened, he was funny, and he was handsome. He took you on dates that you could tell he put effort into, he gave you gifts just because he was “thinking about you,” and got you flowers weekly. What wasn’t to like about him?

You had just seen him the night before, he had invited you over to his so he could cook for you. His excuse was that he’d been wanting to try out a recipe, but it was too much for one person. He’d listened to you talk all night about your annoying boss and how she went on and on about anything under the sun. She made it impossible to make or take calls with her roaming the floor and talking. She tried too hard to be friends with her employees.

He had had glimpses of her before when he came by to pick you up for lunch or picked you up from work. She was always the first one to the door, twirling her hair and batting her lashes. She tried flirting and didn’t even try to hide her frown when he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“And I saw that little boy toy of yours yesterday! He was out and about during lunch yesterday and we had lunch together! You’re not mad right? According to what I’ve heard he’s not your boyfriend yet…” you heard her annoying voice, but she wasn’t talking to you, right?

You turned in your desk chair, “are you talking to me?”

“Yes! Jeno, your little boy toy! He’s a real cutie, a real gentleman. I can totally see what’s so attractive about him. We sat and talked together and got carried away. I was almost late,” she laughs.

You give her a fake laugh, claiming you have work to get back to while turning to face the computer screen. Instead of working, you mull over her words. On one hand yes, you and Jeno weren’t official or exclusive in the fact that you hadn’t discussed it, but you had assumed you were. There was also the fact that when you asked him about his lunch he had been very short and moved on as if it were nothing.

Had there been signs that you missed before? Were there moments that they shared when you weren’t around? Were there hidden moments? God, this was putting you in a downward spiral.

She was still stood near you when you heard an unfamiliar male voice. “Uhhhh, flowers from Jeno?” He asked.

As you moved to identify yourself, your boss squealed, reaching for the flowers. She pulled the card from bouquet and began to read out loud, “I had the greatest time seeing you yesterday. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. Love, Jeno. He’s so sweet! So sorry you had to find out this way, but I need to go put these in some light. Get back to work.”

The rest of your day was awful. Maybe he had sent those to her. Maybe he liked her more than you. Maybe he was two-timing you.

From there your anger grew and grew. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His texts made your anger boil and bubble inside you to the point where once you saw him standing alone in the lobby of your workplace you walked right past him.

“Hey! Wait- hey, where are you going?” You heard Jeno’s voice as he followed after you.

You turned, your voice cold while your emotions were heated, “if you liked my boss you could have just said that instead of stringing me along. I know we never talked about being closed off, but at the very least I deserved to know you were seeing another person inside my office!”

He held his hands up, as if in surrender, “I don’t- I’m not seeing anyone but you. Can we talk about this?”

You groaned, running a had over your hair in frustration. You exhaled, calming your feelings, “my boss came in this morning and told me that you guys had lunch together. That you were such a gentleman and she totally gets what I see in you and that you spent the whole lunch talking and getting to know each other.” Your voice breaks as you keep explaining, “and then flowers were delivered that said you enjoyed your time with her yesterday. It’s just- I wish you had just told me.” You loon away from him as your eyes fill with tears and you desperately try to blink them back.

Jeno gives you your time to breathe and cool off before he speaks. “Babe, I didn’t get lunch with your boss. I happened to be at the same spot for lunch to pick up my order and while I was leaving she walked in. We did that whole awkward stepping the same way over and over again, and I greeted her just to be polite. I asked her how she was, but I didn’t have lunch with her. I don’t like her, she makes me feel weird and gross when she talks to me and I think she’s the same age as my mom, that or she has really bad work done.” You laugh at that and he smiles explaining even more, “the flowers were for you, babe. I have the receipt, it has your name on it as the recipient. They were supposed to be your weekly bouquet and that’s why the note says what it said. I don’t want to spend time getting to know anyone but you.”

“God, I hate that bitch. I’m sorry I assumed,” you exhale deeply, feeling an immense weight off your shoulders.

He pulls you into his chest for a hug, rubbing a hand up and down your back, “it was an unfortunate mess of coincidences mixed with delusion from your crazy ass boss. It’s the last time I’ll use a delivery service too, all your flowers are coming right from me.”

“You still want me after I made that horrible assumption?” You ask with a playful tone, but the nerves in your stomach have yet to calm down.

Jeno smirks, tsking nonchalantly, “if anything, I want you more. Something about you getting jealous, a little possessive, that’s hot.”

You shove him lightly, leaving him behind as you begin walking home again. You can hear him laughing and his steps as he runs to catch up to you. His arm wraps around your shoulders and he presses a kiss to your temple while you both dodge the other people trying to get home. He takes your bag off your shoulder and smiles at you warmly, “I didn’t think we really had to talk about it, but in all seriousness I do like you a lot. I don’t want to see anyone but you.”

“I like you a lot too,” you smile back, “so what? You’re like my boyfriend now?”

“Nothing would make me happier, and you should report your boss to HR. She’s a total bitch.”

strawhats on the phone 🏴‍☠️☎️💥#ONEPIECE

something more

zoro x f!heart pirate chronicler | wc: 439

sfw-ish, zoro cares but in a weird way, language

“You don’t have to keep walking me to bed.” You mumble gratefully, glancing at Zoro. The swordsman shrugged nonchalantly and rolled his eyes.

“Your crew might end up following you. Who knows what they could do?” His tone is low and possessive with a dash of darkness.

“You know they wouldn’t do that.” You retort, defending them. However, Zoro’s unwavering gaze made you second guess your statement even though you know those dumbasses wouldn’t dare hurt you.

“I want to make sure you’re safe.” He mutters firmly. “And I’m not taking any chances.” Zoro then walked in between you and your cabin door. The temporary closeness between you two sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m fine, Zoro.” You insist.

He opened it and walked in, making sure that nothing was out of place. Meaning your window is closed (and locked), and your furniture unmoved.

“I can take care of myself you know.” You sigh, following him inside.

“Better safe than sorry.” He hadn’t always been this way. Zoro’s constant watch of you was one you couldn’t ignore anymore. It was suffocating. You talked to Luffy about it who brushed it aside and said that he was just being thoughtful.

Seriously?

Satisfied with the state of your room, Zoro turned to you and reminded, “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Rolling your eyes, you thank him for the “protection”, closed the door, and plopped on a nearby chair. Though you were safe in your room, you heard his body lean against the door.

How the did hell this start? You couldn’t remember what caused his sudden interest in you—specifically your safety.

He had become more attentive, more present in your day which was fucking annoying. He is far from thoughtful at this point. He is obsessed. You unwillingly became the center of his world, and it was hell.

In the morning, you stretched before letting out a big yawn. After getting dressed, you opened your door and froze when you saw an identical dark green sash with a note tied to the knob.

“For your protection,” you read out loud. Your heart thumped faster as you realized that this sash is a sign that Zoro would always be there—your bodyguard watching you from a distance. It meant that you’d never be alone, and the thought is intimidating.

You knew Zoro had feelings for you, which you never confronted him about. And among all of the ways to show you, him being obsessed with your safety was the way. It is no longer unsettling. It’s terrifying.

However, who would want to lose the attention of the Straw Hats’ swordsman?

YUTA Solo Debut Showcase Tour ~ HOPE ~

⋆⭒˚.⋆ just makes sense ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Jae x f!idol!reader

summary: your and Jaehyun’s fans just really can’t believe that they two of you are just best friends

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader, I used ‘y/n’ :(, “shit”)

Ever since you joined SM you and Jaehyun had been joined at the hip. He was the awkward little guy with the bowl cut and high pitched voice who was just awkward enough to be endearing. It was lucky that you had both joined at similar times, within weeks of each other, so really who better to understand what you were going through than him?

He helped you learn your dances, you helped him moisturize his hair, he brought you food, and you reassured him that his comeback outfits weren’t ugly, even if they were. The friendship just grew and grew, from trainees to full fledged idols who debuted and had their own fans.

You were both the first ones to congratulate each other on comebacks and awards, always there supporting the other. Weirdly, your friendship was either something that management didn’t care about or didn’t keep as close of an eye on. Their idols being good friends shouldn’t be a concern for them, it was a good thing.

It was a nice relationship to show to the public that idols could be friends even with their hectic schedules and levels of fame. Through the years there had been countless pictures of you and Jaehyun out together in so many places. There were late night snack runs, a collection of those from trainee days and even now, neither of you with a spec of makeup or fancy clothes on. There were the lunches you both met up for, a few with your fellow members joining but mostly just the two of you eating and laughing.

Of course there were fans of your group and NCT who wanted you and Jaehyun to be together. They claimed that you brought out the good in each other, neither of you cared what the other acted like, and you brought out a genuineness in the other that was rarely seen. You had to admit you did like that, there was no one in the world closer to you than Jaehyun. He was your best friend, even after all these years, the levels of fame, touring, random hours, and missed hangouts didn’t dampen your friendship at all.

As time went on though, fans became more passionate for their ship. You were constantly tagged in videos of the two of you together and they were cute. How could they not be? Videos of you and your best friend doing your own dances on the SM Town stage, clips of both of you backstage supporting the other, blurry clips of you in the NCT dressing room knocked out on Jaehyun’s shoulder, a clip of Jaehyun leaving your dance studio in one of your group’s vlogs.

Then there were the pictures that you had both posted of each other, never before seen pictures until it was you birthday or his, the cakes you sent the other for birthday lives, or flowers you both sent after big shows, even pictures and videos of you in the NCT crowd with your own Neobong following the dances perfectly in sync.

Pair all that with the random clips of your members randomly mentioning you being out with Jaehyun, Jaehyun stopping by for dinner, Jaehyun sending snacks during a choreography day, or members of NCT mentioning that you stopped by to congratulate them backstage or short clips of Jaehyun in the background on the phone with you.

It was the countless posts and comments in the collection of pictures and edits of people saying they just could not believe you two weren’t together that made you laugh. It was just a known fact, in your early years of being an idol you had even dated someone else, but that didn’t stop or hinder you and Jaehyun in any way. If you were a fan, you would get lost in it all too!

So why was being up at 3 in the morning making you question your feelings for your best friend? A decade of friendship with no other instances of you even feeling remotely attracted to him, but a complication titled “Jaehyun and Y/N being the definition of best friends to lovers for 13 minutes straight” was going to be the one to change it? Was Reason Number 8, looking at him like he was the best thing since sliced bread, true? Did you really look at him differently than you looked at anyone else?

You groaned, swiping the video closed and calling the man himself. The line rang for maybe 5 seconds before he answered tiredly, shit, he was promoting. Now you felt bad.

His voice was groggy and low, “hello? Are you ok?”

“Do you think I’m in love with you?” You asked. Straight to the point, there was no room or time to be awkward with the person who knew you best.

He coughed, actually, it sounded like he was choking. He cleared his voice came out hoarse, “No, I think you love me because we’re best friends, but I don’t think you’re in love with me.” The line went silent for a bit, before he quietly asked, “ are you?”

For whatever reason you felt pressure behind your eyes as you sat up, hot tears lined your eyes as you shyly responded, “I don’t think so, but would it be a bad thing if I was? Maybe one day in the future?”

You could hear the sheets on his end rustling as he likely sat up or readjusted himself in bed. “No way,” he answered quickly and confidently, “would it be bad for you if I maybe one day fell in love with you?”

You wiped away a tear as a tear managed to escape, shaking your head and letting out a sigh of relief, “No.”

“So… do you maybe want to give the romance part a try?”

“Yeah,” you reply, feeling like a weight as been lifted off your shoulders, “but you have to promise that if anything goes wrong we’re still going to be best friends, ok?”

“Nah,” he sighs, letting out a yawn, “now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. Good night.”

You’re glad that it’s a normal phone call so he can’t see the flush that spreads across your cheeks, “good night, Jae.”

A week later when you two go on your first date, nothing has changed between the two of you. You talk like normal, you laugh as usual, the conversation isn’t awkward, but he drops you off right on your doorstep with a kiss and rosy cheeks.

A month later when SM puts out a statement nothing between the two of you changes either. Except this time you don’t read the comments about the two of you alone, you read them together. Because that’s how it’s always going to be from now on.

casanova.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

gojou is far from a dream — he is a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him are never once meant to be.

genre. angst, established relationship, student!gojou

cw. insecure!reader, babie!reader, asshole!gojou, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationship, falling out of love, suggestive, cheating, usage of alcohol, gojou does some really hurtful shit

notes. it’s finally here after two damn weeks of being on hold. yall had fun w dilf!gojou so how about i give you some pain lmao

masterlist -> part two

It came to a point where you believed that Satoru didn’t really appreciate you.

Two weeks since you’ve last seen him, you expected that he would at least act a little happy to see you again after what seemed like eons from the last. Satoru was a busy man—he constantly went on missions, participated in his school’s events, and probably exorcised cursed spirits for trying to become the world’s strongest sorcerer. You didn’t understand what he meant by his role in this said sorcerer topic, but as often as you would ask, he would respond with: the world is in shambles without me. Never questioning the lack of time that he was giving you was only for the very reason that you considered just how hectic his duties could be. He had a huge burden of responsibilities resting squarely on his shoulders. Putting you second in his priority list was something you learned to simply accept eventually, promising that he would give all of his sweet time with you whenever he did get a chance to.

But minus the lack of time, there were other factors that were affecting your relationship as a whole. It may be too early to think so given that you have only been dating him for a little over 9 months. You fondly reminisced the good old days when you first met Satoru while you were on a shopping spree with your friends at Shibuya. After asking for your number, the man would visit you every weekend in your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and sweet kisses.

Looking at the present tugged at your heartstrings because the sudden change was painfully obvious. How could you build a good foundation for this relationship to last when he wasn’t trying to make it work?

For one, Gojou no longer had gleam in his eyes whenever he reunited with you after a long period of not seeing each other. You imagined that his cerulean eyes would coruscate with love upon the sight of his girlfriend, but all that were present in those ocean orbs were cold and distant.

“Did you even put make up on?” was the first question he chose to ask when you met him outside of your apartment complex on a sunny afternoon. He didn’t say I missed you or I’m glad to see you, but had chosen to nitpick on your appearance from the second he saw you.

You would have gushed about how dapper he looked in his button-down and fitted jeans, but his pedantic fault-finding held you back from complimenting him. Not to mention that he had a disappointed peer on you from behind his dark sunglasses. “Y-Yeah, I did put some make up on.”

Was it not enough? Should you have used thicker foundation? You thought he always liked it natural so you only kept it light. Did he find you particularly unattractive today?

He nodded with little care, urging you to start walking beside him before he added, “I think you stopped trying to look good for me, baby.”

Satoru had always been playful but tactless with his words. His condescending tone reflected just how much he didn’t give a damn whether you should take it as constructive or offensive. Deep inside, you were gearing towards the latter but you leaned more into taking it constructively on the external. Gojou was Gojou and you were you—he makes a comment, you take it with a grain of salt. That was the expected dynamic.

“I’ll try to look better for you next time,” you muttered, catching up to his pace and clinging to his forearm. He was unknown to the sting that his words have left behind, but you being pathetically in love, you pushed it back.

“If you love me, you should.”

Your casual dates often happened every Fridays until it cut down to just twice a month because he could no longer commit to the weekly agreement that you used to have. On the brighter side of the spectrum, you were glad to be with him despite the decrease in your supposedly constant dates. You were forced with the thought of being grateful enough that Satoru even spared some time to meet with you when he could have been resting in his free time. He chose you when he could have been laying in bed and saving his energy for himself.

And with those special days, you wanted to be as romantic and sweet to him as you could to show just how happy you were around him. To show just how thankful you were of your relationship with him. But one thing that prevented those expectations when you went out with him was how Gojou wouldn’t hold your hand in public.

He hated PDA. He always hated the idea of being openly expressive, hated when you get touchy with him when other people were around. Brushing it off or simply pulling away was a common occurrence whenever you tried to hold his hand before. You understood that there were people who didn’t prefer to show their affection in public and you couldn’t blame Satoru for being one of them. You shouldn’t. Still, in the back of your mind, you wondered if his distaste for PDA was the only reason he had for not holding his own girlfriend’s hand.

“Weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back on the barrier as you faced the water stream. The stillness of the river was as calming as the sight of the clear blue skies spreading on the horizon.

Tilting your head to peek at him, Satoru’s face sparkled with effulgence. You have loved this man for nearly a year and nothing ever stopped your heart from skipping a beat whenever you saw his radiant smile—the kind of smile that raised his cheekbones and formed a cute puff on the corner of his lips. This very smile brought you felicity because when Satoru was happy, you were happy.

“It is,” you responded, trailing off to follow his line of sight.

Except, you realized that the reason for his smile wasn’t because of you. It was because of the group of girls standing from a distance who all had a clear interest on him. The women exchanged looks, nudging each other as if they were deciding on who should approach your boyfriend first. Their intentions were clear as day, but your feelings were as clouded as an impending storm. “Satoru.”

He met your eyes for a split second. “What?”

It’s not fair that you’re looking at other girls while you’re with me. You sighed, “Can we just move somewhere else?”

It seemed that he had caught on and realized that your face was filled with jealousy. Truth was, Gojou hated it when you were jealous. He would get annoyed whenever you tried to bring up the fact that he had wandering eyes, telling you that it wasn’t his fault that girls would look at him. ‘You’re my girlfriend, isn’t that enough?’ you remembered these words he once told you before, causing his ire.

“Whatever. Let’s go,” he muttered, blasé about the insecurity in your eyes. Getting up to walk away, you followed his footsteps like a tail as you strode along the pathway to the riverside.

The crease on his forehead and the downward slope of his lips hinted his pique. “Satoru,” you called his attention once more, “I have the right to be jealous, you know.”

A moue was visible on his face. “It’s irritating. I don’t get jealous when you look at other guys.”

But that was because you never did. Not once did you pay attention to any other male because he was all you wanted. How could he not understand that? It was unfair. “Well, I just don’t like the way you’re looking at those girls—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, stopping in his tracks to face you with clear annoyance, “do you still wanna continue with this date or not? It’s a pain in the ass to keep arguing.”

Because you loved him, you let it go.

You made an excuse for his behavior because Satoru Gojou was not perfect and he had obvious flaws. Who were you to judge him when you weren’t perfect yourself, too?

You only wanted his attention and his love. Perhaps it was how you found yourself back in your apartment, pinned under your boyfriend with your legs on his shoulders as he rutted you like there was no tomorrow.

He ran his fingers through his hair before he increased the roughness in his thrusts and left you whimpering like a “pathetic crybaby” as he described you. While you desperately held onto him, he indulged you with the kiss that you so badly asked for by merely connecting his mouth to yours.

There was little passion in his kisses—teeth nibbling your lower lip, tongue whirling around yours, and a suction from his mouth before he placed his palm on the flat of your cheek and pressed your face sideways on the mattress. It was to remind you of your place and the limit he was imposing with the affection he could give.

“A-Aah—Satoru! Slow d-down!” you whined like a wimp, only receiving his condescending chuckle because stuffing your core full of his shaft without any ounce of pity was all he cared about. He didn’t give a shit when you started crying, also didn’t give a shit when you asked to have your turn to cum, too. Gojou started to only care about his own pleasure.

“I’m tired, baby. Next time.” Soon as he was sated, he rolled the condom out of his length, tossing it to the bin before he climbed next to you.

You looked at him with those docile eyes, “Did I do well?”

Did you seriously just ask him if you did a great job at sucking his dick, letting him be balls deep inside of you like it was only done for his pleasure alone?

Yes, you miserably did. Gojou’s opinion was important. Gojou’s approval mattered.

“It was fine,” he answered, bored stupid. “You could do better.”

At least, with the decency of staying next to you, you tried to be oblivious to the pricks in your heart. How could you be hurting when he stayed to be right here with you?

Being seated on his lap—cradled on his chest as you pulled away to sit up, Satoru was busy on his phone as you lovingly traced his toned chest with your gentle fingers. His handsome face, messy white hair, and azure eyes left you blushing with the thought that such a man was all yours to have.

And yet, Gojou’s full attention was not with you even when you two were alone in bed after a night of rough sex. Little does he know, you could see the reflection of his phone’s screen through the mirror above the headboard.

And you could see with clear vision that he was scrolling through different girls’ Instagram pages, staring at bikini pictures longer than he should have. Even at that, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him out because you were scared that he would scream at you.

“Satoru,” you spoke, hiding the pain in your voice. With a still breath, you put his phone to the side and placed your head on his chest, allowing him to hug you and stroke your hair like he used to. “Do you still think I’m the prettiest girl in the world?”

He took a deep breath. “...Yeah”

Gojou guiltlessly lied to your face.

With all the promises he made, he had already broken most of them. Making you cry to your sleep every time he said something hurtful, making you wait for two hours at your meeting place and informing you by text that he couldn’t come, making you feel insecure about yourself because his eyes always looked for someone better, someone prettier.

The red flags were there, but you chose to see other colors thinking that you and him were match-made in heaven only given a challenge to make your relationship stronger. ‘Perhaps it’s just a test’ was an excuse you kept on telling yourself.

How do you not feel sorry for yourself? Gojou clearly did. Or no, he probably didn’t. He got sick and tired of having you clinging around him and being a complete pushover unlike the other confident women he had his eyes on.

The only time you ever gathered the courage to follow his whereabouts was on a Saturday night at a house party that he never told you about. If Getou hadn’t unintentionally informed you, you never would have thought that Gojou would be spending his fine night getting drunk and being around other women. Women that looked better, dressed better, and could probably make him feel better.

Your emotions weren’t as colorful as the neon lights when you stepped inside the house, squeezing yourself through the grinding bodies of intoxicated men and women to find the white-haired person you called your boyfriend. Knowing that there were familiar faces in the house, they were kind enough to direct you to wherever Satoru could be hiding.

At first, you found his best friend Suguru by the living room with a panicked expression as soon as his eyes landed on you. “Y/N,” the guy looked around, “you’re here.”

You offered a small smile, heart pounding in your chest. It was beating even louder than the booming sound from the speakers. “Where’s Satoru?”

“He’s—”

“Babe?”

A quick pivot on your heels allowed you to see a surprised Gojou descending from the nearby stairs. Arctic white hair was a tad bit messy, two of his buttons were undone, the hem of his shirt untucked, but it was the faint smear of lipstick on his mouth that caused your pendulum of a heart into an abrupt stop.

To make the situation worse, it was your friend Kellie who followed him behind with a minute of awkwardness bathing her amber eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to a party?” you asked your boyfriend, backing against a wall with a hand stopping him from approaching you further. He noticed your accusatory eyes, but didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

“Baby, you’re my girlfriend not my wife,” he meant it as a joke, and although some of his friends chuckled, you didn’t.

Kellie tried to make herself clean, though. She gave you a hug of acknowledgment not realizing that you could smell your boyfriend’s scent on her skimpy dress. “Hey, Y/N. So glad to see you here,” she greeted, feigning innocence. “I was just showing Satoru around.”

Her breath smelled similar to Satoru—alcohol, lime, and whatever else they both had throughout the night. It seemed that no one was willing to address the elephant in the room, because for all its worth, you were just Gojou’s pathetic girlfriend who would make excuses for his actions.

With the looks his friends gave you, you knew they felt sorry. You knew they felt terrible. You knew they were aware of what Satoru had done or how long he was doing this.

Too busy to see you on a weekend? He was here with all the free time in the world drinking booze and fucking other girls. That was your cue to leave and walk out saying, “I’m going home.” Regardless of Satoru’s reaction, you no longer cared.

You were far too focused on keeping your composure as much as you were already shattered inside because Gojou cheated on you. He didn’t have to explicitly say it. You already saw it with your own eyes and there was no explanation that could save him from it.

It wasn’t like he defended himself, either. He simply followed you out of the house as you tried so hard to keep your tears in. Swallowing the weakness back in. Did Gojou care? He fucking didn’t. So why was he on your tail, walking on the street with you?

“Hey.” You felt his cold hand latching onto your arm, turning you around with a look of worry. He had always been indifferent to you, so why was he nervous now? Was it because the expression on your face scared him? Or was it because of your lack of acknowledgment towards his very obvious unfaithfulness? “Are you mad?”

You wanted to say yes, but you ended up saying “no.” Holding your breath and pulling your arm away, “I’m not mad, but you should’ve texted me.”

There was a look of relief that washed over his handsome face. He probably believed that he was off the hook when in truth, you were just beginning to form a stronger wall that he could no longer break.

“Sorry, the party was a last minute thing. You love me though, right?” He smiled, and you wanted to punch the smile off his face. You wanted to slap his cheek and yell at him, tell him how much of an asshole he was, how much of a liar and a cheater and a terrible boyfriend—no, you thought of something better.

“I do,” you answered, remaining in your stoic mien. “Do you still love me?”

He pulled you for an embrace, arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting above yours. “I do.”

“Do you still think I’m enough?”

“You are.”

“Do you still think I’m worthy?”

“Of course.”

“...Okay.”

“I cherish you.”

Gojou was made of lies after lies. Your questions needn’t be answered because you weren’t stupid, or at least no longer tried to be. How could a man like him be so unapologetic of his mistakes when he knew the painful truth veiled within his lies? How could he smile at your face after being inside another girl not an hour ago and act like you were his one and only?

“Okay...” you muttered in a low voice, pulling away from his hug and blinking the tears that welled up your eyes. “I’m gonna go home.”

You shouldn’t expect much because Gojou could only do the bare minimum for you. To think that he would take you home, jokes on you because he wouldn’t.

“Alright,” he simply said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get you a cab.”

And when he did, you looked away from him as you got in the backseat while hearing him tell you to keep safe. Even as the car left, you saw his figure immediately walking back to the house without so much of a care if you were truly fine.

You had muffled sobs as the vehicle took you back to your apartment. You were weeping on your pillow as soon as you fell on your bed. Taking your phone out, there was not one text from Satoru to ask if you’ve arrived home safely.

There was no need to anymore. His name was erased on your contact list, his number blocked from your phone, and his photos deleted from your memories forever. Tonight was the last night you would ever let Satoru Gojou step on your heart and treat you like garbage, because from this day forward, you would change for the better.

You would leave him behind like a ghost, disappearing from his life forever.

Gojou was far from a dream. He was a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him were never once meant to be.

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The college exams were really getting to Johnny, but another complicated situation was troubling his mind: his parents' pressure for him to seriously date someone. It was no secret that Johnny was focused on his studies, but he also didn't miss a chance to have fun with friends and even get involved with some people, yet he never started a serious relationship.

One of Johnny's cousins' wedding was approaching and his mother asked him to be there, once again bringing up the fact that he wasn’t dating anyone. In response, Johnny ended up saying he was in a relationship, which was a big lie.

“Why did you tell your parents that?” Jaehyun, Johnny's friend and classmate, asked him while they were in the cafeteria.

“To see if they would stop pressuring me so much, but now I have a week to find a girl to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“But that’s easy, look at how many women you’ve hooked up with here.”

The fact was that Johnny was well-known and very desired at college. His charm, good humor, and his sculptural body attracted a lot of attention.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to and can’t just take anyone. It’s a wedding!”

So, Jaehyun started suggesting various possible candidates, but Johnny had very convincing excuses. Then Jaehyun looked around the cafeteria and spotted you.

“Why not talk to her?”

Johnny looked in your direction, seeing you laugh at something your friend was saying. You both were in the same major, but you started college after Johnny, making him your senior. You and Johnny had talked a few times, but you were far from being friends. You were known for being a dedicated and very reserved student, not fond of attending the college parties, which made contact with him rare.

“But how am I supposed to ask her? I can’t just go up to her and say ‘do you want to pretend to be my girlfriend for a few days?’”

“That’s not my problem. Think about it, maybe fate will bring her your way in the next few days.”

And it seemed fate was indeed on Johnny’s side. He had gone to talk to the professor of the subject he had been a teaching assistant for the previous semester to resolve some issues. Upon arriving at the office door, he found you talking to the professor, saying you had some questions and needed help to finalize the final project for the subject.

“Unfortunately, I can’t help you because I need to make a short trip to take care of some personal matters.” That’s when the professor noticed someone at the door, directed his gaze to Johnny and asked him to come in. “But it seems you’re in luck. I think you know Johnny. He was my TA last term, and I think he can help you.”

“Really?!” You said, quite excited and hopeful.

“I can help, we just need to figure out some days and times that work, so I can also study for the final exams.”

“Perfect. Are you free after classes tomorrow?”

And so, you arranged to meet in the library the next day for Johnny to help you with the project. He was already waiting for you and it didn’t take long for you to arrive, a bit flustered trying to balance your notebook and notes in your hands, which made Johnny chuckle.

“Sorry for the delay, but the professor wouldn’t stop talking.”

“It’s fine, I just got here.”

After organizing your things on the table and turning on the notebook, you started asking questions and sharing some ideas you were considering for the project. Johnny proved to be very helpful, definitely more than you expected. After some time in the library, you left together heading to the exit, when Johnny offered you a ride since he had a car and saw you were heading to the bus stop. Initially, you tried to refuse but ended up accepting with the condition that you would stop at a coffee shop near your house.

Once there, you placed your orders, which you insisted on paying for, and began talking about various topics, like the similarities of being only children, your tattoos and their meanings, the reasons for choosing that major, and so on. You were discovering more about each other's lives when suddenly Johnny heard someone call his name and recognized his mother’s voice.

“My dear! It’s so good to see you here.”

“You too, mom. What are you doing here?”

“I came to buy some things for your cousin’s wedding and decided to stop for a coffee.” She then looked at you with a very friendly smile. You stood up to greet Johnny’s mother.

“Mom, this is…”

“Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend?!”

You were about to say you were just a university colleague when Johnny interrupted.

“Yes. My girlfriend.”

Confusion was written all over your face. While being pulled into a hug by Johnny’s mother, you looked at him, seeking an explanation, he just whispered, “I’ll explain later, but please help me.”

“I can’t believe Johnny is finally dating and with such a beautiful woman like you.”

“Ah, thank you…”

“I’m leaving now. It was a pleasure meeting you, dear. And I look forward to seeing you at the wedding.”

“Of course, mom.” Johnny hugged you by the shoulders, startling you a bit. “We’ll definitely be there.”

After saying goodbye to Johnny’s mom with fake smiles, you pulled away from him and demanded an explanation.

“Long story short: I lied to my mom saying I had a girlfriend and she wants me to bring her to my cousin’s wedding. I hadn’t said who it was yet and I was going to talk to you about it before, but then my mom showed up and all this happened. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“And you think this will work?”

Johnny held your hand and kept his gaze on your eyes. That gave you butterflies, something you didn’t understand why it was happening.

“They say desperate times call for desperate measures. Will you help me?”

You took a deep breath and said, bringing a smile to the man in front of you, “You helped me, so… we have a wedding to go to.”

-

Since you had only a few days before the wedding, your meetings became more frequent, both inside and outside the university. Johnny helped you finish the project, which you presented impeccably and you also studied together for exams, each for your respective subjects, keeping each other company, thus forming a friendship between you.

Already on vacation and on the eve of the wedding, some final details were decided: the wedding and the reception would be in a neighboring town, so Johnny asked you to bring comfortable clothes for the trip and you created a story about your relationship in case anyone asked (you studied at the same university, Johnny always saw you in the corridors and fell in love with you, asked you out, and you had been dating for 2 months).

On Saturday morning, the day of the wedding, Johnny was already at your doorstep, waiting by the car and laughed when he saw you walking towards him with curlers in your hair, holding the dress and a small suitcase.

“Why are you like that?” Johnny laughed as he helped you put your things in the car.

“To speed things up, of course. We would be late if I did this at the hotel and I hate being late. And this isn’t the way to greet your ‘girlfriend’ on a saturday morning.”

“You're right. Good morning, my dear.” Johnny said, putting his hands on your waist and then laughing at the face you made. So, you decided to be as affectionate as he was. Standing on tiptoe, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him very surprised.

“Good morning, honey. Now let’s go, the road is long.”

That little kiss, innocent as it was, significantly affected Johnny, who took a while to process everything and got into the car.

A little over two hours later, you were at the hotel, and since you were returning the same day, Johnny only booked one room for you to get ready for the wedding. You checked in, ate something, and started preparing. You had already showered and were now doing your makeup. Johnny was in the shower but soon came out, complaining that he couldn’t put on the tie.

“I have no idea how to do this, I think I’ll go without it.”

“Calm down, Johnny, I’ll–” You stopped talking when you saw him with wet, messy hair, the first four buttons of his shirt open, giving a glimpse of his chest, and pants perfectly fitted to his body. Even like that, you thought Johnny was the most attractive man in the world and didn’t want to imagine how he would look when fully ready. You approached him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your blushing face, started buttoning his shirt and tied his tie perfectly. Unlike you, who was very “focused,” Johnny looked at every detail of your face, how your eyelashes were long, how your eyes were mesmerizing, how your lips seemed so soft that he wanted to kiss you right there, but he was snapped out of his trance when you patted his shoulder.

“How do you know how to tie ties?”

“I had to wear one for an event and watched some tutorials online.” You said, smiling. “I’ll add the final touches to my makeup and put on the dress.”

It didn’t take long for Johnny to get ready, so he waited for you until he heard, “Johnny, can you help me?” from the bathroom. He entered the room, seeing you struggling to zip up the dress, and quickly positioned himself behind you. This was your moment to hold your breath at his proximity as he slowly zipped up the dress. You felt your arm hair stand up when his breath touched your neck and when his hands touched your waist. You looked at each other in the mirror, and a smile appeared on your lips.

“So, how do I look?”

Johnny, even nervous, tried to talk to you more casually. “You’re so beautiful we might end up going from a fake relationship to a fake marriage.” He laughed at what he said, knowing he was trying to give you confidence. Johnny turned you to face him and said in a more serious tone, giving you goosebumps for the second time that day, “But seriously, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Arriving at the wedding venue, Johnny extended his hand to help you out of the car. You held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, after all, you had to appear as a couple from the moment you stepped into the wedding. You started to get nervous about it, but when you looked into Johnny’s eyes, you felt calmer. As the wedding was about to start, you only waved to Johnny’s parents, who were radiant with the fact that their son was “dating.” The wedding proceeded wonderfully. Mark, Johnny’s cousin, and his bride were happy, and from a distance, it was clear they truly loved each other. His speech made most people cry, including you, which Johnny noticed. In an unthinkable act, he wiped your tears and held your hand, caressing it afterward. You were startled for a second but then gave a subtle smile.

After the ceremony, there was the reception, where you had to really act like a couple. Johnny’s parents greeted you right away. His mother kept talking about how beautiful you were as a couple, made for each other, while his father said he was delighted to see that you made Johnny very happy. A few minutes later, your “mother-in-law” took you to meet Johnny’s aunts, leaving him alone with his father.

“I’m so happy for you, son. It’s clear how happy this girl makes you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Just by looking at you, it’s obvious you’re head over heels for her.”

Johnny didn’t respond to his father, unsure of what to say. He just looked at where you were, cheerfully chatting with his aunts, fitting in like family. Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, your contagious laugh making him smile unconsciously. You noticed his gaze, smiled genuinely, as if to say everything was fine, and it was then Johnny realized he was actually falling for his fake girlfriend.

The party continued. You had already had a lot of fun with Johnny's aunts, talked to the newlyweds and even danced a bit. Now you were sitting next to Johnny, just waiting for the right time to head back to the hotel, after all, the weather was turning and you would need to hit the road before it started raining. That’s when the bride announced that it was time for the much-anticipated bouquet toss. You weren’t planning to join the others, but your “mother-in-law” pulled you in, you gave Johnny a look pleading for help, but he just gave you a "can't do anything" expression.

There you were, in the middle of some women, trying to give polite smiles but clearly not wanting to be in that situation. Then, you heard the bride’s voice saying that the next one to catch the bouquet would have to get married and soon started the countdown.

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And by the irony of fate, the bouquet came your way and you caught it before it hit your face. Your wide-eyed expression made Johnny laugh as he rushed towards you. He was about to speak when his very excited mother arrived, saying:

“I knew that bouquet was yours! Now I want a photo of you two.”

You approached Johnny and whispered for only him to hear: “You two are the same, love taking photos of everything!” In the days you spent more time together, you discovered that photography was one of Johnny’s passions and that he was incredible at it.

When you saw Johnny’s mother positioning the phone for a picture of the two of you, you felt Johnny’s hand on your waist, pulling you closer and you felt a kind of warmth there. You posed for the photo, but you didn’t look like a couple. That’s when Johnny’s mother, quite cleverly, said, “Son, kiss your girlfriend!”

Johnny’s eyes widened. Now what? He couldn’t make you do anything like that. He couldn’t keep up this act. He was about to tell his mother the whole truth when he felt your hand on the back of his neck. There was a brief exchange of looks and you said, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t have time to respond as your lips on his prevented him from doing so. It would be cliché to say that “it seemed like everything around had disappeared and only you two were there,” but that’s what was really happening. The gentle touch you gave to the back of Johnny’s neck with the hand not holding the bouquet was reciprocated by the way he held your waist. Johnny knew he was in trouble but didn’t want to think about it at that moment. For him, it was like a dream, but he was “awakened” when you pulled away, only to see the man in front of you with his eyes closed. You couldn’t help but smile when he opened his eyes and you ended up wiping the gloss that had stayed on his lips.

After a while, you decided to return to the hotel and, just as you arrived, a heavy rain started.

“It’s like we predicted this would happen,” said Johnny. He asked you to go to the room to start organizing your things while he settled a few things at the reception. The time you spent alone in the room was enough for you to think about everything that had happened, how much you loved being near Johnny, how welcomed you felt by his family, how nervous you got when you had to pretend to be his girlfriend and how much you loved that kiss. But, did he feel anything for you? Did he feel something with that kiss?

Some time later, Johnny returned to the room, and he didn’t look very happy. “The rain is getting worse and some trees have fallen on the road, so we’ll have to spend the night here.”

“Oh, that’s fine then.”

“You don’t mind us sharing the room?”

“Of course not, John, it’s okay. I’ll sleep on that little sofa and you can take the bed,” you said, pointing to the small sofa in the corner of the room.

“Are you crazy? I’ll sleep on the sofa and YOU can have the bed.”

“I think you’re the crazy one. Look at your size and the size of the sofa.” You were right. The sofa was too small for him, so you thought of a simple solution that made you nervous. “If you don’t mind, we can share the bed.” Johnny looked at you as if to say, “Are you sure about this?” You understood his expression completely and said, “It’s fine. We’ll put some pillows in the middle and it’ll be perfect. The bed is huge.”

After showering, Johnny was arranging the bed while you were combing your hair.

“Did you enjoy the wedding?”

“What? So much! Seriously, Johnny, your family is so lively and funny. I talked for ages with your mom and aunts.”

“I noticed. You even danced with them. You spent more time with them than with your boyfriend.”

“What’s up with that? You should have pulled me to dance.”

“Oh really?”

Then, Johnny picked up his phone and selected a song, specifically “More Than Words” by Extreme and, in a very exaggerated manner, extended his hand to invite you to dance with him in the middle of the hotel room. You couldn’t help but smile, which he noticed, and took his hand, accepting the invitation. The dance continued, Johnny made some exaggerated moves, leading you along with him. With each twirl he made you do, your laughter increased. It was amazing how, even in such a short time, you felt light and happy around Johnny, as he didn’t have to make any effort to make you smile, he just was… himself. The “exaggerated dance” went on for a few more minutes until Johnny lifted you and spun around, but ended up tripping and falling onto the bed, taking you with him. Despite the scare, you both laughed at the situation. But the smiles faded as you realized how close your faces were. You had been this close before, after all, you had kissed earlier, but it was all part of a “show”, now you were alone. Your mouths were almost meeting when Johnny’s phone rang, bringing you back to reality for the second time that day. You got off Johnny and went straight to the bathroom to catch your breath. Meanwhile, Johnny answered the call, discovering it was his mother, just asking if everything was alright.

When you left the bathroom, Johnny was already lying on his side of the bed, ready to sleep, and you did the same, wishing him a good night.

-

Although Johnny’s mind was racing because of everything that had happened the day before and because of the new feelings in his heart, he had a great night’s sleep, except he felt some weight on him. Because of the sun rays entering through the curtain gaps, he slowly opened his eyes and realized that the “weight” was your leg over his, your head using his arm as a pillow and your arms hugging him like he was a giant teddy bear. Johnny noticed that the pillow barrier you had made to divide the bed had fallen and now you were in that situation. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw your squished face, sleeping so peacefully and comfortably in his arms. As much as he wanted to stay there, he had to get out of bed. He tried to do it in a way that wouldn’t wake you, but it didn’t work, and your eyes started to open.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Is this pillow comfortable?”

“Good morning, sort of, it’s just a bit hard…” The next second, you realized you were clinging to him and jumped out of bed. “OH MY GOD, JOHNNY, I’M SORRY! You must have slept all crooked because of me. How embarrassing!” You said while running your hands over your face, while Johnny, still in bed, just laughed at your “panic.”

-

As the days went by, you exchanged messages with trivial updates about what was happening in your lives. With each message you received, you could feel your heart beat faster just thinking it was from Johnny. All your friends knew when you were talking to him because you always had a silly smile on your face, like a lovesick teenager. Missing him so much, you decided to ask him out and he accepted right away.

You arrived in front of the chosen place: a homemade food restaurant where you had once worked and were still friends with Joe, the elderly owner. A few minutes later, Johnny arrived and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, especially because of the sunflower-patterned dress you were wearing. He didn’t miss the chance to joke, “Is that dress in my honor?” knowing that he had a sunflower tattooed on his forearm.

Upon entering the restaurant, you took Johnny’s hand to introduce him to the owner.

“Mr. Joe, it’s been so long!”

“Hi, my dear, I’ve missed you.” With a friendly smile, he turned his attention to Johnny. “Did you come to introduce me to your boyfriend?”

Lately, you two were so often mistaken for a couple that Johnny didn’t mind what was said but couldn’t help but feel sad when you stated that you were just friends.

“I see, well, enjoy the evening and maybe things will change tonight.” The elderly man shook Johnny’s hand, winking at him. Was it that obvious that he was in love with you?

You took the lead, followed by Johnny, who found it strange that you were heading somewhere other than where the customers were eating. He was about to ask where you were going when he was surprised as you reached the restaurant’s terrace. It was a rarely used place but very well-decorated and had an incredible view at night.

“Wow, this place is amazing!”

“I think so too. It was one of my favorite spots. I used to stay here during my breaks and sometimes came here to study or just think about life. The owner doesn’t use it much, but I asked a friend who still works here to set it up, just in case I brought someone here.

“And do you often bring people here?”

“To be honest, you’re the first person I’ve brought here.” Johnny gave a restrained smile, feeling special for some reason.

After placing your orders, you talked about various things. It was incredible how you always had so much to talk about. Then, a cold breeze passed, making you shiver and complain about wearing a dress and forgetting your jacket. Within seconds, Johnny promptly got up, took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders, making you momentarily forget how to breathe due to his sudden closeness.

When he returned to his seat, Johnny found it odd that you started laughing for apparently no reason.

“Please don’t get me wrong, I just think it’s amazing how you can sometimes be so sweet despite being so...” You gestured to indicate his height.

“Tall? Handsome? Hot? No need to be at a loss for words to describe me. They say that’s my charm: being sweet to balance out the fact that I’m extremely attractive” Johnny said in a charming tone and you decided to play along.

“For sure, and very modest too.”

After dinner and more conversation, you suggested to Johnny that you go to an ice cream shop near your place.

“What? But weren’t you cold?”

“No cold can make me refuse a good ice cream.”

And that’s how you ended up on your street, heading to your building with your ice creams, you looking like a happy child finally eating your favorite dessert and Johnny laughing at everything you said.

“Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, but deep down you didn’t want the night to end.

“The night was amazing. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“Oh! Before I forget.” You said while taking off the jacket and handing it back to Johnny. “I swear I’ll bring mine next time.”

“So, there will be a next time?” Johnny said provocatively while putting on his jacket. You pretended to be thoughtful for a second and replied, “Maybe… Wait a second.”

You stepped closer to Johnny to adjust his jacket collar, bringing you just inches apart. Your eyes locked, but this time in a more intense way. You could admire Johnny’s beautiful honey-colored eyes while he examined every detail of your face, which looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. You made a move to pull away, but Johnny placed his hands on your waist, preventing you from leaving. Your gaze dropped to his mouth as he said, “You’ve already kissed me once, what are you waiting for to do it again?”

“Now it’s your turn to take the initiative. Kiss me, John.”

Closing the minimal gap between you, Johnny kissed you. Unlike the first time, you felt the intensity of this kiss, and when Johnny’s tongue touched yours, you could swear you would explode with happiness, so much so that it made you smile in the middle of the kiss, causing Johnny to pull away, laughing. “Are you that happy to kiss me?”

“Of course. Because now we’re really kissing.” You kissed Johnny again, unable to believe he felt something for you too. “Hm, does this mean we’re really dating now?”

“Hmm, let’s see.” Johnny made a mock thoughtful face and listed what had already happened between you two. “I’ve introduced you to my family, we went to a wedding as a couple, we slept together… so I guess we are dating.”

“Good.” You threw yourself into Johnny’s arms, standing on tiptoe. “I won’t have to pretend anymore for your family because next week I’m going to play golf with your mom and your aunts.” You said, giving him a peck.

“YOU WHAT?”

“That’s right, I’m going to spend some quality time with my mother-in-law and show her that I’m the best girlfriend her son could have.”

Johnny’s laughter made you smile even more, he couldn’t believe how quickly you had won over his mother. He hugged you tighter, lifting you off the ground.

“Get inside before I end up kissing you all night, girlfriend.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from doing that, boyfriend.”

You both smiled and kissed once more, savoring the moment that was more real than ever.

May I req for Johnny x idol!y/n and like their first public appearance at an award after being caught by dispatch... I hope it isn't too much for me to ask this~ TQ!!

Btw I LOVE your Mark and Johnny's fic

-ty sm! I hope you enjoy your request!

This was your worst nightmare. With your phone blowing up and non stop paparazzi, you didn’t know what do you. After dispatch had leaked that you and Johnny were dating, your company had contacted you about whether or not it was true. You had called Johnny asking him for advice and what you guys had to do. Johnny was tired of beating around the bush and confirmed it with SM already. You obliged, agreeing to confirm the rumors.

Later that afternoon both SM and your company released this statement.

“We have talked to both parties and they both can confirm that they are in a relationship. We ask that you ask no further questions at this time.”

Fuck, it’s in the air now I guess. Your phone was flooded with a mix of hate comments and support, not to mention your follower counts going down. You felt like it was the end of your career. You started getting flashbacks to other idols, seeing how people handled their relationships whether it was with another idols or private. They were not good.

Your manager cancelled the rest of your activities for the week, so your promotion and appearances wouldn’t be affected by this, hoping it would die down in a week. Then, you remember that the following week you had to appear at an award show Johnny was also attending. This could not get any worse. Your phone buzzed and your manager reminded you that you and NCT 127 were going to compete in a music bank award.

You could feel the world crumbling around you. You just stayed at home eating your heart away, getting takeout and watching Korean dramas on the TV. You heard your doorbell ring, assuming it was your takeout but then you opened the door to see Johnny. He was about to speak when you slammed the door in his face.

You looked at your door camera to see Johnny pout and beg into the camera for you to open the door again. You didn’t budge. He started singing your songs loudly in the hallway while dancing to your choreography and you got embarrassed, opening the door scolding him to stop and come inside. Johnny surprisingly read your mind and brought you some of your favorite foods and snacks.

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t also enjoy my week off with my pretty girlfriend?” He said innocently.

“You got bored at the dorm didn’t you?”

“You caught me, besides your place is much bigger and less noisy.”

You laughed as you hugged him and he kissed the top do your head while rubbing your back.

“How have you been holding up?”

“Not good.”

He lifted your chin up.

“I can tell, your eyes are a little puffy.”

The the door rang again, that was definitely your takeout.

Johnny stared at you shocked,

“Are you cheating on me?!“ with a dramatic voice.

“Relax you big baby, I ordered some pizza.”

“PIZZA!”

You opened the door and thanked the delivery man and handing him a tip. You placed the pizza on the counter, leaving to go wash your hands. When you came back you already saw Johnny with a slice in his hands about to eat it. You slapped his shoulder yelling at him that the pizza wasn’t for him. But you obliged to his puppy eyes begging you to let him eat some.

“So what’s going to happen next week?”

“What do you mean?”

“My manager reminded me that we’re going to be at MAMA and then music bank later on next week.”

“We just do what we normally did, ignore each other, respectfully. Also aren’t you performing at MAMA?”

“Shit, I completely forgot about that, I’m going to get a black ocean for sure.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I’m going to message nctzens to keep their light sticks on for you, so you don’t feel scared.”

“Aww thanks.”

“Anything for you, besides, your song is really good to shake a light stick to.”

You laughed as you and Johnny spent the week together like it was quarantine, you had fun playing board games, watching movies and shows, and cooking together. Maybe next week wasn’t going to be so bad.

I lied. It was bad. The moment you stepped out of your car for MAMA, billions of paparazzi was pointing their cameras as you, asking millions of questions about Johnny. You skipped the red carpet event to avoid any other paparazzis and went straight into the green room. Unfortunately, Johnny also got mobbed by paparazzi, but couldn’t skip the red carpet event because he was with NCT 127.

You were shaking in the green room nervous about the performance and the audiences reaction to you. You hadn’t performed and sang live in a while, you felt like you were debuting again. Then you get a text from Johnny,

“Go kill it out there, I’ll be there supporting you.”

That made you smile, that’s all you needed to get up from your nervous self and you walked backstage fidgeting, listening to the group performing before you. Then it was your turn. You got on your platform that was going to lift you up in a grand entrance before you started singing your song. You saw that the nctzens still had their light sticks on for you as you sang and danced. Even some of your fans also sang along and screamed the loudest, which made you feel really good. During your dance break you saw some of your idol friends cheering for you, and you felt loved again. When you were done, people were screaming and cheering. You bowed and ran back to your manager squealing and jumping. You changed out of your performance outfit and back into award show attire.

When you returned, other groups and idols stood up to bow and greet you. When you reached Johnny, he smiled at you the brightest. He saw that your seats were further down a staircase, and he grabbed your hand and helped guided you down and made sure you had a blanket for your dress and were comfortable. You thanked him and playfully shooed him away. He ran back up to his group members who were laughing at him.

You cheered for the other groups and enjoyed other performances for the rest of the night. You got back home safely and passed out from exhaustion, at least it wasn’t the worst.

The next morning, you saw billions of news articles,

“Johnny supporting y/n is the cutest thing we’ve seen this week”

“Nctzens keep their light sticks on in support of y/n”

“Johnny and y/n interactions that made us blush”

“Johnny being a gentlemen, hypeman, and fanboy at MAMA for y/n”

You laughed at all the tabloids, not seeing many being super negative. So that made you more confident throughout the week until you had to go on Music Bank.

At Music Bank you and Johnny showed up at different times, there were fans outside screaming and supporting you both as always. NCT 127 had to perform before you so you watched them practice and perform dozen of times while you were getting ready. After Johnny was done, he surprised you by stopping by your green room with the other members. He was playing with your curled hair and pretending to be your makeup artist tickling you with brushes. You also greeted the other members, catching up with them. They all said goodbye leaving you to get ready to perform.

When you got on stage for a sound check, you saw a couple of your fans in the audience cheering along to your songs. Then when you had to perform, confetti had to come out of cannons near the stage, so you walked up and warned the fans to back up a little so they won’t get hurt. You performed with dozens of cheers and excitement when the confetti blasted. When you finished you felt like you got a rush of energy, bowing dozens of times to staff and your fans in the audience.

Then came the awards, NCT 127 against you, Music Bank always made you nervous, seeing the scores and then debating if your math skills were right that day. You both stood on opposite sides of the stage as you watched the numbers be presented on the screen. You were looking and then, you won. You won?! The MCs congratulated you, walking over to hand you your award. You thanked them and you bowed to NCT 127 thanking them too. Johnny ran over to quickly hug you, and whispered,

“I’m so proud of you.”

You thanked him as he was about to run off stage, as your song started to play for you to perform for the end of the show. NCT 127 came back on and you teasingly gave them all the mic to sing the song. They also danced alongside you and you had such a fun time with them. This is the happiest you’ve been in a while. Maybe it was all worth it.

UNTIL THE END OF TIME  .  JOHNNY SUH

pairing: non idol! johnny x fashion student! reader

genre: fluff - warnings: none - wc: 0.4k

“is this nepotism? like how i got this modeling gig?” johnny questions, swinging his hands in the air in surrender when you pause and shoot him a horrified look, “hey! nepotism isn’t exclusive to families! it’s like friends and associates too!”

“good,” you roll your eyes, reaching up to fix his collar, “i’m very relieved that my boyfriend isn’t suggesting we’re together because of oedipal shit— we’re over if you call me mommy,”

“i can’t believe you think i’d say something like that,” johnny sighs, melancholically tilting his head off to the side. before you’re able to smooth out the creases along his shoulders, johnny’s hand catches yours as he stares right into your eyes and places a chaste kiss on your knuckle, “babe, you know i’d never. you’re my beautiful, amazing lover who is well within an appropriate age range for us to be in a perfectly acceptable and healthy relationship,”

“you know what, i think jaehyun said he was free today. maybe i should ask him to model for my assignment,” you mutter, flicking his nose gently as you continue to set his accessories and hair in place, “think he’d be down to come help?”

“how could you?” johnny laments, feigning offense as he clutches your hands in his, “you wound me, love. i can’t believe how easily you’re throwing me aside and considering replacing me with my own best friend after claiming that i was your muse for this collection,”

johnny throws his head theatrically, stepping away from you while keeping one of his hands connected with yours, “oh y/n, how could you be so cruel to your muse, your boyfriend, the literal love of your life?”

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jaehyun + "I'm so in love with her/him, I don't know what to do."

You were pretty sure you were still supposed to be asleep. Jaehyun had gotten home really late the night before, and you’d stayed up for hours and hours talking. He was jet lagged from being on the other side of the planet, so he wasn’t tired at all when you finally crashed in the middle of a sentence.

But now it was the next morning. Late the next morning if the empty bed and amount of sunlight pouring through the window of your bedroom were any indication.

The sheets beside you were still retaining a little of Jaehyun’s warmth, so you knew he couldn’t have been gone from bed for too long. You wish he would’ve stayed.

This relationship with him wasn’t new necessarily, but it was going slowly. The start had been fast — a rush of emotions, passion, barely able to keep your hands off each other — but when you both decided to take this seriously as more than just having fun, things slowed down. Partially because of his schedule picking back up with appearances to make all over the globe, but also because there was things to untangle and discuss and much more to having a relationship than just being in it.

That being said, you and Jaehyun had been together for months now. You’d often shared each other’s bed, seen each other in weak moments. You’d met his parents and he’s at least made the attempt to see yours. But neither of you had said that thing, the big L word. Sometimes you wonder if that’s where this relationship is leading or if this just something Jaehyun’s doing to pass the time, to feel like he’s getting the affection that he needs.

You know that you could be the first to say it too. But you’re scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same?

Any time you’ve confided these worries in your friends, they all tell you that you’re being utterly ridiculous. They tell you that Jaehyun is clearly in love with you; it’s obvious in the way he looks at you, the way he touches you and talks to you, the way that he’s so considerate of you and your feelings, how he compromises and knows your favorite things and will take the time out of his very limited free time to travel across the city to spend that time with you.

But sometimes you just wish that you could have him for a little longer. Maybe it’s selfish, but you love him. You really do. And is it selfish to want to spend more time with the person you love?

You climb out of bed, and walk quietly toward the door, your toes curling against the cold floor.

The bedroom door is half-closed, and as you reach it, your heart rises in delight at the sound of Jaehyun’s voice quietly speaking out on your sofa.

“I don’t know, Mom. I’m so in love, I don’t know what to do.” He sighs.

You angle yourself so you can see him through the opening of the doorway. Jaehyun got his knees drawn up to his chest, his phone cradled against his cheek. You can hear the tiny sound of his mom responding, though you can make out any of the words.

“I know, but we haven’t said it to each other yet. What if I’m the only one feeling this way? Like we talked for hours last night when I got home, talked about everything except for how we feel. I just want to hear ‘I Love You.’” There’s the slight sound of something from his mom, and then Jaehyun laughs, his nose crinkling up the sides, and he says, “Not from you, but I love you, too.”

You smile and rest your head against the doorframe.

Once again you can hear the sound of his mom talking to him through the phone, her voice so tiny but making Jaehyun smile so brightly. So you stand there to watch him for a little while longer.

Jaehyun’s smile is one of the first things that drew you to him. You love his smile and his dimples, the way that he laughs with his whole chest. You love his voice when it gets really soft and sleepy, but also when it’s rough and deep. You love Jaehyun. Every bit of him that you know and all the bits that you don’t yet know. You love the way he talks to his parents, how he plays with kids, how he loves so intensely, how he loves and appreciates everything his fans have given to him and done for him. You love this moment and the last and whatever will come tomorrow and.... and...

You have to sneeze suddenly and there’s no way you can hold it in.

“Achoo!”

Jaehyun’s head snaps up in your direction, his eyes landing on you. His mouth pops open in surprise. “Mom, I’ll call you back later.”

Feeling just a tad guilty for eavesdropping, you step out of your bedroom and walk over toward your boyfriend.

“How much of that did you hear?” Jaehyun asks, opening his arms for you to sink down into his lap and rest against his chest. It’s not fair how warm he is and how nice he smells right now, but you settle in to the safety of his arms anyway.

“I was only standing there for a minute.” You say the words with your cheek pressed to his chest, so you can feel his heart racing. “Was that your mom?”

“Yeah, she wanted to see if I made it home alright after the flight. I told her I did, I was here with you.”

A flutter starts in your heart that spreads warmth down through your limbs, sending a smile to your lips. “I’m glad you came home.”

Jaehyun’s heart races still beneath your cheek. You can almost hear the words in each beat before he even gives them air. “Can I tell you something?” He asks as he touches your hair lightly.

“I already know.” You lift your head from his chest so you can look into Jaehyun’s eyes. “You’re my home too. I love you, Jaehyun.”

His gaze softens, his touch more tender. “I love you, so much I don’t even know what to do.”

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31. “You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle? with Johnny 🙏🙏

“You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?” + johnny

Bringing Johnny home for the big family reunion was a huge step, and everyone knew it. It was the first time most of your family would be meeting him. They were going to make many judgments over the weekend you were all spending together at this large mountain retreat, and you warned him beforehand that he was very likely going to be sleeping in a different room than you.

“What so no mountaintop lodge sex?” He’d thrown a smile your way, adjusting his hold on the steering wheel as he drove you there. “Damn, there goes that fantasy.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was joking, but nevertheless you put your hand on his thigh, dragging your nails lightly over the denim. Johnny huffed out a laugh. 

Upon arriving at the enormous lodge, your grandma notified you that you would be sleeping in a room on the second floor with two of your cousins. Johnny could take a room in the basement. The room sandwiched between one of your intimidatingly large cousins on one side and the room reserved for the aunt that no one can stand.

Johnny pouted at you as you helped him carry his bag downstairs. “I guess I’ll just have to take advantage of every stolen moment with you,” He said. He dropped his bags inside the door and pinned you to the wall to kiss you breathless until the sound of your cousin thundering down the stairs prompted you to push Johnny away.

All throughout that day, you introduced Johnny to aunts and uncles, cousins, the babies and little kids who seemed wary and excited about Johnny. He seemed to fit in to a surprising degree, to charm everyone into loving him as much as you loved him. 

Also, he kept true his promise of taking advantage of every stolen moment with you. He kissed you in the corners. While everyone was enjoying the bonfire after dinner, he stole you away behind a huge pine tree and you would have likely allowed him to ravish you there if not for the sudden screeches of the kids asking if they could play hide and seek in the trees.

Everyone finally began to grow tired and drift off to their beds some time after midnight. Johnny left you for bed at around one, kissing your cheek and giving you a meaningful look as he headed inside. You went to your bed just fifteen minutes later, and as you changed and tucked yourself in to the sound of your two cousins chatting quietly, you shivered in your lonely bed and wished you could have Johnny with you.

It was a while later when your two cousins grew quiet. The rest of the place seemed quiet as well, and you could see from the window that the bonfire was no longer burning. The old alarm clock read that it was nearly four in the morning, but you were cold and missing Johnny, so you wrapped up in a blanket and crept from your room as quietly as you could.

The stairs creaked, the floor squeaked, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw someone sitting on the sofa, but a skipped-heartbeat later, you realized it was one of your uncles passed out while he sat up. You crept on, sneaking down the stairs, slipping by the doorway where you could hear your cousin’s loud snores, and then there was Johnny’s room.

When you opened the door and came inside, he shifted in his sleep, and once you’d pressed the door quietly shut behind you and come over to the edge of his bed, you whispered his name.

“I knew you’d come,” He mumbled, rolling over to make room for you in the bed. 

The moment you’re under his covers, you’re comforted by the warmth, by the smell of Johnny which is so familiar by this point, and you curl up against him, snuggling in to finally fall into a comfortable sleep.

Johnny sighs. “You snuck into my room, at 4am… to cuddle? I really thought I convinced you.”

“Shut up,” You mumble and push your nose against his warm skin. “It’s cold, I’m tired, I need you to sleep.”

“What’ll they think in the morning. How scandalous.” Johnny mumbles. You can already tell he’s drifting back to sleep. 

4 + 39 + taeyong 🐈💕 hope its ok to send!

“You’re staring again.” + “I really want to kiss you right now.”

As a makeup artist for NCT, you spent a lot of time in close proximity to their very handsome faces. You were probably more familiar with the details of each of their faces than you were with the details of your own. But none more so than Taeyong’s face. He was absolutely beautiful, and of the members he’s the one that you’re closest with.

And today you are very literally close with him as you move around him in this chair, perfecting his makeup for this music video. 

You were so busy working on his lips that it takes you a moment to notice that he’s staring at you instead of his phone which now sits forgotten in his lap. As soon as you do notice him staring, he glances away, turning his attention to Taeil who’s sitting on his other side. 

You continue working on him, and within a few more minutes as you carefully brush some of his hair back from his face, you notice he’s staring at you again with the kind of attention that tells you he’s probably been looking at you for longer than you knew.

You can’t help smiling a little as you tell him, “You’re staring again.”

Taeyong startles and you see him start to blush, but he doesn’t really look away. 

For a moment, you’re in your own little bubble with Taeyong where he’s staring at you and you’re staring at him, neither of you looking away.

And then Taeyong sighs, and so quietly says, “I really want to kiss you right now.” 

Your heart stills in your chest. Your brain kind of just sizzles in your head like it’s short-circuiting. What are you supposed to say to that? What are you supposed to do? You want to kiss him too, but here? In this room surrounded by the other members, managers, and staff? That would be crazy.

Carefully, you brush the edge of your thumb against the corner of his lips, and whisper, “Later.”

Day 48/365 of art everyday for a year!!!

this is a quick sketch of a close up face done in a messier art style then I would usually do but I found it cathartic to create as I needed to stop stressing about a level results tomorrow

good luck to anyone getting their grades tomorrow!!

how johnny is as a boyfriend

minors do not interact

-*sighs dreamily* the Boyfriend of all Boyfriends

-i think johnny just loves love

-and he wouldn’t get in a relationship with just anyone

-he feels overcome with joy and happiness whenever he looks at you

-loves it when you get super excited or passionate about something

-you’re so endearing and beautiful in his eyes

-wants to build a comfortable life for the two of you

-he is attracted to strong and confident people

-loves someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind

-bonus points if you’re witty and feisty

-loves playful banter

-if you’re short he’s gonna be annoying and purposely put things on the top shelf

-he finds it cute when you scold him (and he always ends up grabbing it for you anyway)

-you guys bond over your love of music

-dance parties in the middle of your living room are the norm

-he’s a dom in and out of the bedroom

-always makes sure you are well fed and hydrated

-watches over the two of you when you’re out in public

-let’s you be a passenger princess/prince

-you never have to worry about anything when you’re around him

-he’s another one that would be all about acts of service

-he’d rather show you how much he loves you rather than tell you

-he would help you study if you needed it, send lunch to your house if you said you didn’t eat yet

-he would even help your mom put together furniture or hang up pictures

-overall just wants to be of service to you

-and he’s also a really good dater

-like fancy restaurants and stuff yes

-but also creative dates like paint and sips, hiking, drive in movies

-loves to do spontaneous and fun things with you

-wants to do Life with you

-would be SO eager to introduce you to his family and friends

-he would want to bring you to social events with his friends

-he would also be sooooo gentle and patient with you :’)

-i’m absolutely projecting here but if you were ever feeling anxious or if you weren’t feeling your best he wouldn’t judge you at all

-he would ask how he can help you and move at your pace

-if you didn’t feel like working out for two months straight he wouldn’t say anything about it

-he genuinely cares for you and wants you to be happy

-makes you feel like the prettiest person in the world 🥰

-he would fantasize about the day you guys decide to start a family

-and you guys would absolutely brainstorm baby name ideas after several rounds of passionate sex

-click here to see how johnny would be in bed 🤭

COZAGE PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO RESOLUTION TO YOUR MOST RECENT ANGST STARTS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS GNAWING ON FURNITURE SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

A/N:FINE I’LL FIX THE ANGST HERE YOU GO (sorry if it sucks and has lots of typos I had COVID while writing this) Characters: f reader x Ace, Law, Shanks Cw: Cuteness :)  Total word count: 3k

Disapproval Part 2

Part 1

Ace

It was a long time before you were alone again. You and William spent the rest of the day together, and he brought up your encounter with the pirates to everyone you ran into…minus the kiss he had seen. And every time the story was told and the people spoke of how dreadful they were, you hated this island and its people a little bit more. 

Whitebeard and his crew protected your island from the horrors of the Grand Line. Whenever you needed aid, the Whitebeard pirates were the ones to answer. And yet behind their backs, the people on this island acted as if the pirates were the scum of the earth. Some people, like William’s family, said it to their faces. 

You were pleasant through dinner. You smiled when stories were told. You spoke when you were asked a question. But your mind kept wandering back to Ace. To the pirates. They were really the only people you were ever excited to see, and the only ones who ever showed excitement at your arrival. 

And it wasn’t just Ace. Everyone in his division was kind to you. On the rare occasion another division was sent in Ace’s place, the leaders always sought you out and delivered a message. You weren’t just another face in the crowd to them. You were a person. 

When William finally bid you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, you retired quickly to your room. And once you were alone with your thoughts and all you had lost today, you couldn’t help the tears falling down your face. You weren’t even able to make it to your bed to muffle your sobs with a pillow before they began racking your body. 

“Bit of a weird reaction to spending the day with your betrothed.”

You spun on your heels toward the voice. You could only see a silhouette, but you would know that voice anywhere. 

“Ace-” your voice cracked as you spoke his name. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

He shrugged, but you could see the pain in his eyes as he stepped out from the shadows. “You always said you were going to move on if I kept leaving you behind.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Tears were already reforming in your eyes. Your chest ached for his touch again, but you resisted the urge to step closer to him. 

“Do you love him?”

“He’s a good man. He’s kind and loyal and always looks out for me” You couldn’t look at him as you said it. It felt wrong speaking about William here. You didn’t want to think about him now. 

Ace stepped toward you and reached out toward you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He held your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. 

“Do you love him?” he asked again. 

“I-” You tried to avert your gaze, but he held your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him as you answered his question. “I think I could, given enough time.”

Pain flashed across his face again, but he quickly recovered. “Do you want that?”

“What?”

“Do you want to love him? To marry him?”

You weren’t sure of the answer. Especially with Ace here in front of you. 

“I have to marry him,” you finally said. “My parents need me to do this.”

His eye twitched for a moment, and you could feel his hand warm against your cheek. “What do you need?”

“You.” The words were out of your mouth before you thought to change them. 

That was all he needed to hear. His lips came crashing down onto yours, passionate and hungry. His warmth enveloped you like a summer’s day. You only wanted him. You would only ever be his. Nobody else mattered at this moment. 

“Sail away with me,” he whispered, his fingers already tangled in your hair. 

You simply hushed him in return, trying to find his lips again. 

He indulged you with another kiss, this one longer and slower, as if he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. As if he wanted to remember it. 

This was a goodbye kiss. 

“Ace-”

“Sail away with me,” he offered again, his lips caressing your jawline.

“You’re serious?” You resisted the urge to laugh. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“I’ll go if you want me to.” He kissed your neck once, then twice, slowly moving toward your shoulder as he spoke. “Just tell me to go and I will leave you to this life. I won’t interfere anymore.”

You whimpered in response. This couldn’t be the last time you ever saw him. You needed him as much as you needed air. Your heart waited for him on that cliff every day, praying he would come back whenever he could. The very whisper of the Whitebeard pirates returning could turn your whole day around. 

“Or you can come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You could.” His lips pressed against your collarbones as he said the words. 

You considered it. Being free on the ocean. The only thing to worry about was where you would go the next day. Having people around you who actually cared about you. Being with a crew loved you for who you were, not who they wanted you to be. 

“Okay,” you sighed, already seeing your new life play out before you.  

Ace grew deathly still, only his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Okay?”

You couldn’t look away from him. “I’ll go.”

He stared at you, refusing to believe it was so easy. 

But your mind was already pushed into high gear, trying to think of everything you would have to do before you left. “My parents will never let me go, so we’ll have to sneak away. I’ll have to write them letters. And I’ll have to write a letter to William. And pack some of my belongings.”

You pulled away from him and moved to your closet, planning what to take and what to leave behind. You had a few bags you could pack. Between you and Ace, you were sure you could carry it all. 

Ace stood in the center of your room, watching your whirlwind of preparation as you shoved things into bags and weighed the value of your items. 

“Wait.” He finally said. His eyes had never left you. 

You glanced over at him as you packed up a few shirts. He looked dreadfully pale, and your heart sank. The question he had asked was in the heat of the moment. 

You froze, watching him closely. “You weren’t being sincere in your offer?” 

“Of course I was!” He rushed to get the words out. “You really want to go?”

“I do.” You went back to packing. 

“You’d leave everything behind? For what?”

You shrugged. “A life on the seas.” 

“What changed?” He took a few steps toward you. “I’ve asked you every time, and the answer was always no. So what changed?”

He was going to make you say it. Of course he was. He had to hear it from your lips. Your actions weren’t enough. 

You stopped folding your clothes and turned to him. “Because I love you, Ace. You absolute buffoon, I love you! And I was never at risk of losing you- truly losing you- until now. And I can’t bear the thought of you going away and never coming back. I can’t imagine a life where I marry William and live a perfectly normal life and die an unimportant death and I never see you again. Is that a good enough reason for you?”

He stared at you, shocked by your sudden outburst. It was all the things you wanted to say to him since the first time you saw him at the bar. And now it was out in the open, hanging between the two of you. 

He rushed toward you, effortlessly scooping you into his arms and covering your face in kisses. When he finally put you down, you felt dizzy from the heat of his lips peppering your cheeks. 

“What else needs to be packed?” He asked.

You gave him a few tasks and pulled some paper from a drawer. You had a lot of apologizing to do for those you were leaving behind. 

A few hours later, in the dead of night, you walked hand in hand as you carried your belongings toward the pirate ship in the distance. The only thing that would remain of you on the island was two letters and an engagement ring. 

Ace squeezed your hand. You could see his beaming smile against the moonlight. “You know,” he said softly. “I couldn’t live without you either.”

Law

You went to your room as soon as you got home. Your parents didn’t object, didn’t even ask if you wanted dinner. You weren’t hungry anyway. 

You laid in bed, trying not to think of the day. You hated the way it had all turned out. The lack of freedom you had on this island due to your parents made you sick. You had no freedom here. No sense of self. 

You weren’t sure when you dozed off, but you woke to a periodic tapping on your window. For a moment, you were too scared to get out of bed. It could be anything or anyone. But after a few more taps on the window, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. Besides, you were on the second story. Nobody could get you from outside your window. So you got up and peeked outside. 

Trafalgar Law was standing under your window. His golden eyes glimmered in the light of the full moon as they locked onto you. 

There was a moment of weightlessness, and then your bare feet slammed against the cobblestone path. You let out a yelp of surprise, but Law’s hands were around your mouth to muffle the sound. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I figured this would be faster than you trying to sneak out.”

“What the hell did you do?!” You looked back at your bedroom window, confused about how you had gotten here so fast. You were still in your pajamas and barefoot. Hardly the way you wanted Trafalgar Law to see you.

He scratched the back of his head as if it had just dawned on him that his actions might not be the best approach. “It’s, uh, my devil fruit ability.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “Can you put me back?”

“Do you want to go back?”

You scoffed. “I’d like some shoes, at the very least. And proper clothes.”

In the moonlight, you could see his cheeks pinken. “Right,” he said quickly. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Another weightless moment and you were back in your room. You had been expecting it this time and resisted the urge to let out another shout. You didn’t want to alert your parents to your movements or the individual outside. 

You wanted to do more than simply change clothes and put on shoes, but you didn’t want to keep Law waiting. You weren’t even sure how much time you would have with him as it was. 

Once you were as ready as you could be, you gave the window a little tap to alert him, and then gave him a thumbs up. 

A moment later, you were standing next to him. His hand instinctively went out and helped steady you. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” you said breathlessly. 

Law gave a smirk. “You’d be surprised.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while, waiting until you were out of sight from the house before you dared to speak. 

“Where are we going?” you finally asked.

“I had bigger plans for us, but the beach will do for tonight.” Law jerked his head down a side path through the forest. 

It was a path you knew well. It led to a small private alcove. Nobody would find you there. Especially at this time of night. 

“This is my favorite place on this island,” he said softly, leading you to a large blanket lying on the sand. “The view of the stars with the sound of the waves is unmatched. I always come here when I need to think. It’s the most peaceful place on the Grand Line.”

You snorted at his remark, looking up at the sky. “Surely there’s better places out there.”

“But this is my favorite.”

“I dunno why,” you grumbled. “People here give you no respect. You’ve helped these people more than they can count and they still refuse to treat you well.”

Law hummed in agreement at that. He couldn’t deny that the islanders weren’t always kind to him. “You speak as though you’re not one of them.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

Law’s eyes flicked over, studying you closely. “What do you mean?”

“I just wish I had more.” You turned to look at him. “There’s a whole world out there and I’m stuck in a sandwich shop.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “You don’t have to be.”

“I have nowhere to go and no one to go with. I’m stuck.”

His eyes returned to the sky, not saying anything. The two of you were quiet for a long while, staring at the sky lost in thought. It was the perfect night out, between the soft warm breeze and the waves crashing against the shore. You could feel your eyelids starting to close, lulling you back to sleep. 

“You could come with me.” Law’s voice jolted you awake, and for a second you thought you were dreaming. 

“What?”

His eyes were still on the stars. “My crew. You could join us and sail. We could go anywhere you wanted.”

You sat up, staring at him intensely. “You’re serious?”

He gave a nod in return. 

“I want to,” you said. “I will. I’ll go with you.” 

“We leave tomorrow.”

“I can’t leave tomorrow,” you frowned, shaking your head. There was too much to do to prepare. You couldn’t just vanish. “But…ask me again next time you’re here.”

He gave a nod of understanding. “I’ll be back in a week.”

You broke out in a smile, your mind already turning with possibilities and dreams. “I’ll be ready then.” 

One more week, and then you would be with Law. One more week, and then you would be a Heart Pirate.

Shanks

The next morning you left the house before your parents were down for breakfast. You didn’t want to face them after dinner last night. You didn’t want to think about what they had said to you, how Shanks had been with another woman. 

You wanted to be out of the house and distracted from your thoughts, so you took off early to make it to campus and study before class. You tried to think about anything other than that red-haired pirate. You had exams and projects coming up. Going over the concepts you researched and studied for, you walked right into another person. 

“A bit distracted, love?” You didn’t have to look up to know who was speaking. Out of all the places he could’ve been on this island, he had to be on this path. 

You took a quick step back and nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. “Hey Shanks. Sorry about that.”

His brow furrowed at your formality. “Everything okay?”

“Just on the way to class.” You tried your best to smile. “Busy day.”

“I’ve been trying to catch you since we got here. I’ve missed you.” He reached out to grab you, but you stepped out of his reach.

“It was good to see you.” You gave a quick look around, hoping nobody was watching you. “I don’t want to be late for class.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Your class doesn’t start for another two hours.”

Shit. You had told him that the last time he visited. His mind was too keen to forget small details like that.

His hand reached out again, this time grabbing your wrist. “What’s going on?”

“Please Shanks,” you tried to pull away, but he held firm. “Let me go.”

“What is this cold shoulder business? Did I do something to make you upset? This can’t be over-”

“Why don’t you ask that girl you were with at the market?” You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you spat out the words to him. 

Shanks visibly recoiled from your words, pure confusion on his face. 

Confusion. Not guilt. Not shame. He had no idea what you were talking about. 

“My mother lied to me,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. “Oh god, Shanks. I'm so-”

He pulled you into his chest, clasping his arms tightly around you. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I should’ve found you sooner. I’m sorry.” 

You buried your face in his chest, ashamed. “I believed them. Why did I believe them?”

“It’s okay.” He smoothed your hair as he held you. “We figured it out in the end, right?”

“I can’t stay here. We need to leave.” You pulled back, looking at him. 

He only gave a light laugh, unsure of what you meant. 

But that only made you more determined. “I’m serious, Shanks. I can’t stay here anymore. It’s suffocating. I’m dying here. I need life. I need adventure. I need you.”

The smallest spark of light gleaned in his eyes. “You want to sail? With me?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be a pirate. An outlaw, wanted by the government. You’ll be-”

“I’ll be with you,” you said, cutting him off. “The only one who has ever made me feel like I am my own person. I’ll be with you. I don’t care about the rest.”

He broke into a grin. “You’re serious?”

You stood on the tips of your toes and leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m serious. When can we go?”

“As soon as you want to.”

The excitement of living flooded into your veins. “Now.”

The two of you took off toward the docks hand in hand. And you felt more at peace looking into the unknown than you had in your entire life.  

zoro x gn!reader // sfw

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 drifts in and out of consciousness, the netting of the hammock molding into his back. your weight atop his chest is a comfortable one, one of his hands splayed over your hip and toying with the patch of skin exposed by your lifted shirt.

there’s nothing better than this- him, you, and the open sea.

he hears it all, the distant clamor of the crew, their steps along the deck, maybe the clinking of utensils in the kitchen, but he drowns it out. you, it’s all you, your soft breaths and the occasional yawn you give- it makes him drowsy.

his wado pushes against a wooden beam, a constant movement that keeps the hammock rocking. the rhythm isn’t allowed to be disturbed, not on his watch, even if it means sacrificing the sleep he cherishes so much.

he knows his swords are capable of utter destruction. he’s ended lives with them, they’ve seen countless bodies- they should be permanently colored crimson. stained crimson.

yet, right now, his sheathed blade serves only to maintain the gentle swaying of the hammock.

you stir, stretch your limbs, reaching for his arm in a bid to get him to lower his wado. “jus’ go to sleep, ‘zo. don’t need you to keep rocking it.”

“eh? m’fine,” he reassures, a bit husky, his warrior mind fighting off the sleep like nothing.

his palm moves from your hip, instead covering your eyes as if willing you back into an unconscious state. he yawns, his canines on display, before sighing. “you sleep first, got it?”

dance to this | l.hc

word count: 3.8k | genre: dancer! haechan x dancer! reader, university au, slight enemies to lovers | warnings: none

Donghyuck is an ace. He knows this from the way Taeyong chooses him to be the centre of too many of their performances, and the way too many of his clips have gone viral online.

Donghyuck is annoying. He knows this from the way Doyoung groans in exasperation at every one of his stupid pranks, or when Mark finally loses his patience and shouts across the room at the top of his voice.

But above all of that, Donghyuck is very, very competitive. He doesn’t make it obvious, but the need to win is always simmering beneath the surface, especially for the things that matter. He knows this because you are always there, in his peripheral vision, reminding Donghyuck that he needs to be better than you.

You’re an ace too, even if Donghyuck doesn’t want to admit it. The entirety of the Yonsei male student population is likely in love with you and has posters hung up in their room. You’re also annoying, or at least Donghyuck thinks so. He’s sure the rest of the team would disagree, but you’ve got them wrapped around your finger.

“I’m not partnering with someone who can’t even moonwalk properly,” he bites, and you glare back at him.

“Says the one who tore his jeans at rehearsal last year trying to do a split.”

“That was just because the jeans were too tight. I assure you I am fully capable of doing a split.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see it then. See, you’re hesitating-”

“Guys! For the love of God, can the two of you cut it out? It’s like I’m dealing with two toddlers.” Taeyong stands in front of you and Donghyuck, looking frazzled as always. Next to him is Karina, who simply rolls her eyes. Taeyong is no stranger to you and Donghyuck bickering at all hours of the day, but he’s especially tired with the upcoming recital. For that sole reason, the both of you fall silent like sullen children, looking at him.

“Sorry,” you mutter, and Taeyong smiles gently at you.

“It’s fine. We just really need this performance to go well, okay? And the both of you doing a duet will garner the most attention.”

Donghyuck sends a pointed look to Karina, who nods in assent. He sighs dramatically, enough for you to cast a sharp glance over. The dance studio is empty save for the four of them, everyone else not yet here. “Okay.”

“Me too. I’m in if Donghyuck cooperates,” you reply, and Taeyong breaks out in the most brilliant smile you’ve ever seen, lighting up his entire face.

“What do you mean if I cooperate? You’re literally the most argumentative person I’ve ever met-”

Taeyong's smile quickly disappears.

However, Karina puts a hand on the small of his back, guiding him out of the room, and the door slamming shut cuts Donghyuck’s spiel short. Just before you can send another jab Donghyuck’s way, however, Mark and Jaehyun come in, while Ningning and Giselle follow quickly after.

It’s time for practice, and you suppose there’s another thing Donghyuck can add to the list. That the both of you are professional enough to keep the childish comments outside of your actual work, and you suppose it’s the only reason Karina hasn’t bought duct tape to forcibly mute the both of you yet.

You’re sitting on the floor, out of breath and with a light sheen of sweat on your face when Donghyuck’s performance starts. Well, it’s a team performance, really, but your eyes are always on him. Compared to the majority of his audience, though, your gaze is always assessing, not admiring. His dynamics, control, sharpness, everything. You sear his image into your brain, just to compare it to your own movements in the mirror later.

Still, there’s a fluidity to Donghyuck that you’ve never been able to replicate perfectly, as much as you try. It’s something so distinct to him, the way he moves across the floor like he’s walking on water. It takes your breath away, but you’ll never tell him that. Just like how he’ll never admit that you’re much better than him at capturing details in dances, and the way you do it makes standing out effortless.

The way your sharp eyes follow Donghyuck as he moves seamlessly across the room makes him weirdly determined to make this the best performance yet. Your presence is a source of pressure, but Donghyuck performs well under pressure anyways.

The sky is quickly turning a midnight blue when Taeyong calls an end to the practice, and everyone’s made a temporary home on the wooden floor of the dance studio. It’s a familiar and comforting sight, seeing some of them on their phones, others lying on the couch, or going through their routines in the corner.

This is what makes up Donghyuck’s world. The four walls of the dance studio. Of course, he supposes his degree in Business is one integral part of his life, but it’s so much less exciting for him. Donghyuck derives an enormous amount of exhilaration from every minute, every second that he’s on the stage, spotlight shining.

He’s one of the last to leave, waving to Taeyong and Karina who give him a cursory greeting in return. They work so much harder than the rest of the team to perfect the formations, and Donghyuck’s sure that they’re both bound to get together at some point. He’s never seen two people more similar.

Other than you and him, maybe.

That’s the exact thought running through his head as he strolls past the exit of the building and turns a corner to the familiar alleyway. You’re leaning under a streetlight, phone in hand and earbuds plugged in. Your features are delicate, and the blue glare of the phone reflects off your face.

Besides being annoyingly talented and competitive, Donghyuck is also in love with you.

There was a time when he genuinely disliked you. Three years ago, when he couldn’t understand why someone new was being accepted into the dance team and was sharing the position of centre with him. If he looked back now, the Donghyuck back then would seem so very immature, nothing more than a boy afraid of being replaced.

It took him a while to realise that he didn’t mind. Enjoyed it, actually. The fact that someone else understood the burden of being under the spotlight, the responsibility of heightening the team’s energy and bringing out the very soul of the performance. You were also immensely capable and pushed Donghyuck to do better. Be better.

Somewhere along the line, dislike changed into grudging admiration, to a tentative friendship, and then into butterflies that fluttered wildly in Donghyuck’s stomach every time you looked at him.

And then one night, all it took was a few too many bottles of soju and the empty dance studio for him to take that very final leap. The both of you had stumbled out of the arts faculty building afterwards, tipsy and giggling. It’s still one of Donghyuck’s favourite memories that he has of you, clinging onto him and refusing to go into your dorm building.

There are very few feelings that surpass the pride that Donghyuck feels when he finishes a routine perfectly. However, one of them is the feeling of your lips on his. The other is the way you look when you wake in the morning, eyes half-lidded and hair messy.

And of course, like some cliche trope, the both of you had not yet told the rest of the team of these… not-so-recent developments. And the longer you went, the easier it was to just pretend there was no real need to tell them. After all, it’s not like you and Donghyuck didn’t argue anymore, if not made obvious by the events of the afternoon.  It was just that the bickering was now purely for entertainment, and the both of you acted much sappier to make up for it when no one was watching.

There was a fear that the knowledge would just bewilder most of them, considering the fact that they thought the both of you disliked each other vehemently. Karina also did mention that workplace relationships were strictly not allowed, even though she technically had no right if 1. none of you were on her payroll and 2. she had the biggest crush on Taeyong.

“Hey there,” Donghyuck says, smiling, as he grabs an earbud and places it in his other ear so that he can still hear anything you say clearly.

“Hello. Tired?” You ask as you interlace your fingers with his, but not before casting a quick glance around your surroundings. He shakes his head, and the both of you remain in a comfortable silence until you’re seated comfortably in his car with the heater on at full blast. It’s the middle of winter, and as much as you enjoy the snow, the chill also gets bone-deep. You grab the blanket from its familiar spot in the back of the car, tugging it over your legs.

Donghyuck’s apartment is far enough from campus to not be crowded, but it’s not so isolated that it’s inconvenient. You find yourself spending a lot more time at his apartment these days, so much that you almost have an entire shelf in the closet that stores your clothes.

“You should move in,” he had said one day, after the both of you finished a movie. You definitely wouldn’t mind. After all, living with Donghyuck would be comfortable. He did have a tendency to scatter his clothes all over the room, but he was mostly tidy. He also didn’t mind doing the dishes, and the only real problem you would have would be him singing at the top of his voice at all hours of the day. Even that was more enjoyable than annoying.

“How can I move in if you have the guys over almost every week to game? We’d get found out in no time,” you replied from where you were standing at the fridge, and Donghyuck muttered something like we can just tell them, then, but you were unsure if you had heard him right.

“Did you say something?” You asked, looking at him expectantly. However, Donghyuck didn’t say anything, instead smiling at you, and you tried to hide the disappointment that welled up in you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Donghyuck’s question jolts you out of your recollections, and you shake your head. His hand is interlocked with yours and rests gently on your lap, even though you’ve told him before that he should try to keep both hands on the wheel. However, the roads are deserted this time of night, so you suppose you’ll let him have his way.

The moment you enter his house, you’re quick to collapse on his couch and close your eyes, but you’re immediately dragged off. “Ouch,” you mutter when you land unceremoniously on the carpet, but Donghyuck just grins. “You need to shower, and so do I. Unless you want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“The both of us know you would be the one sleeping on the couch anyways,” you retort, and Donghyuck just rolls his eyes before he passes you a towel and extra clothes. His sweatpants, and a band tee that's a little too small on him.

You have five sets of your own clothing folded neatly on the second shelf of his closet on the right. Even then, you take his.

An hour later, you’re scrolling on your phone when Donghyuck comes out of the bathroom, towel round his neck. He’s quick to make his way over to the couch, and you move your phone out of the way before he can accidentally knock it over.

“You big baby,” you scold half-heartedly as he sprawls over you, legs tangled with yours. He hums contentedly from where his face is nestled into your shoulder, and you try not to smile.

“Donghyuck.”

“Hm?” He places a soft kiss on your neck, and your fingers fiddle with his hair. It’s getting longer, you realise, since the last time you cut it for him. It had taken a few too many video tutorials, but you were getting better at it. Not that a bad haircut would ruin Donghyuck’s looks anyways. However, when your first attempt had not been so ideal, he had taken it upon himself to be your personal make-up artist. Your relationship with Donghyuck has always been like that. Push-for-pull. Neither of you is the kind of person to back down, but you suppose that’s what makes being with him so exciting.

“Can you make me ramen?” You can feel it when Donghyuck huffs, and he raises his head to look at you. “Is that all I’m good for? I feel like I’m a personal chef instead of your boyfriend.”

You nod, making your expression as serious and earnest as possible. Still, he gives in and gets up, making his way over to the kitchen. You’re quick to follow him, however, grabbing everything he needs. It’s a routine at this point. You’re in charge of ingredients, Donghyuck overseeing cooking.

You grab a vinyl from the tall shelf next to the television, placing it gently into the gramophone. This is one of Donghyuck’s favourite records, and you find yourself humming to it as well as the music filters gently out. You remember his expression of awe when he had opened your present on his birthday.

“Y/N, you didn’t.”

“I did. You can’t possibly have that many records and no gramophone to play them.”

“But this is so expensive.”

“It was just a bunch of extra shifts at the cafe,” had been your nonchalant reply, and Donghyuck’s eyes were soft when he looked up at you, almost glistening. The both of you were seated on the floor, the cake half-eaten on Donghyuck's table that both functioned as a study area and a place to eat.

“Thank you, Y/N. But,” Donghyuck leans over, until he’s barely centimetres from you. His lips are next to your ear, and you can hear your breath hitch.

“I’ll get you an even better present next year. You know me. I can’t lose.” His grin is full of mirth now, and you scoff.

“Even for this?”

“Even for this.”

“It’s still in such good condition,” you mumble to yourself as your fingers brush over the lacquered wood.

“Of course it is. You gave it to me.” You didn’t realize Donghyuck had heard you, but his comment causes your heartbeat to speed up just slightly. The pot is simmering gently on the stove, and Donghyuck turns to look at you. Here, away from the glaring fluorescent lights of the studio, is your favourite version of Donghyuck. Not the dance team’s ace, the mini campus celebrity, but your Donghyuck.

Of course, you love the other versions of him too. But this, the Donghyuck standing under his kitchen lights with grey sweatpants and messy hair, is a sight that belongs to you and you only. And god forbid that he's not the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life.

You make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. Donghyuck isn’t that much taller than you, but in close proximity, he still cranes his neck down to meet your gaze directly. His arms wrap around your waist instinctively, and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his palms through the thin shirt you’re wearing.

“What’s with the sudden affection?” He asks, and you lean into his chest, eyes closed. “Nothing. I just like you. A lot.” The way his chest rumbles slightly tells you that he’s trying to hide a chuckle, but you know Donghyuck enjoys the sweet words, even if he teases you about it.

“Dance with me.” It’s an odd request, considering the both of you are tired out from practice, but you nod, and Donghyuck smiles.

“Wait, but the music. Shouldn’t we change it?”

“No, it’s fine. We can just dance to this.”

Donghyuck pulls you away from the stove and nearer to the couch, where there’s open space. It’s less dancing, and more of a poorly-imitated ballroom waltz. The both of you had only taken one waltz lesson during the team's annual retreat, when Taeyong had thought it a good idea to ‘diversify genres’. However, after Jaehyun had narrowly avoided crashing into a glass display and Chenle caused the team to receive a noise complaint, you suppose Taeyong had scrapped any further ideas of forcing everyone to take mandatory lessons.

It was memorable to you for an entirely different reason, however. It was the first time you began to see Donghyuck in a different light, being forced to partner with him for all three days. The both of you had quickly resolved to outdo everyone else, kickstarting a temporary truce which spiralled to well…this.

Donghyuck’s arms gently circle around your waist as the both of you take light footsteps from one end of the living room to the other. You’ve always found it easy to sync with him, and you’re guessing it just boils down to natural chemistry. That, and the fact that you’re so familiar with the way Donghyuck moves from watching him dance day in and day out.

There was a fascination with university that everyone else had, that you often failed to grasp. It had just seemed like a natural progression, rather than a hard-earned escape to a utopian place where you were an adult free to do what you wanted. The past three years had been some of the best in your life, mainly owing to the fact that you had a major you enjoyed and a dance team that simultaneously functioned as your closest group of friends.

You realise that Donghyuck has been present for its entirety. He had been there when you were accepted to the dance team, and then made centre alongside him a year later. He had been there when you did your first showcase and solo act, running down from the stage breathless afterwards. When you got your first injury, he was the one who told Taeyong for you, and convinced him that you could still fill the role with enough rest. Donghyuck was the one who found you crying in the studio when you got a failing grade on one of your exams, and who sat with you silently until your eyes were no longer red.

There’s only one year until you graduate, but Donghyuck’s presence in your life is as constant as the air you need to breathe.

It was easy to say farewell to your friends from high school, with an easy promise to maintain contact. But it’s so very different with Donghyuck, who fills up every crevice of your life effortlessly with his little habits.

You had wondered if you had fallen too fast for Donghyuck. After all, the change from rivals to friends to romantic feelings had been alarming, because you could rarely think straight when it came to him. Yet, looking at him now, you’re convinced that you want to spend as much time with Donghyuck as possible, before the worries of adulthood start creeping in.

Call it young ambition, but something about Donghyuck just makes you want to take chances. To let loose and live a little easier. Maybe it’s because he’s able to make you happy with the simplest things, and he’s so easy to love. Which is why you suppose you can finally make a decision, even though your heart has probably been silently waiting to say yes.

“If I move in, I want counter space. And also half of the closet space. And you have to promise to not scatter your clothes around our room,” you say, so abruptly that Donghyuck stops moving entirely, and you have to pause to prevent yourself from tripping over his feet. He bends down, until he’s eye level with you. His eyes are hopeful, questioning, as if he’s not entirely believing of what you’re implying.

“You’re not kidding, right?” It’s so easy for a smile to make its way onto your face, as you shake your head and Donghyuck’s grip on your waist gets a little bit tighter.

“You’ll get all the counter space you want. I’ll even let you bring your stupid potted plants.” Your nose scrunches at his remark, and Donghyuck has to stop himself from cooing at your expression.

“For the record, I think my potted plants are adorable. And once I bring them here, they’ll be yours too. So don’t speak of our potted plants that way.”

Ours. Donghyuck thinks he likes the sound of that.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

A week later, you’re standing outside the dance studio with Donghyuck, when you grab his hand. He looks down sharply at you, mouthing a ‘what?’, and then angling his chin urgently back in the direction of the studio. However, you just flash a grin at him. “Open the door, Donghyuck. We’re already late.” He narrows his eyes, but the playful grin tugging on his mouth shows that he already understands what you’re aiming at.

When the both of you walk in, there’s a mixed range of reactions. There’s Jisung and Shotaro, whose mouths are wide open. Doyoung and Mark’s eyebrows are raised, but they don’t show any other expression. Ningning, Renjun and Chenle are in a corner, knowing smiles on their faces. Taeyong and Karina just look like they’ve always known, and are honestly more miffed at the lack of punctuality from the both of you.

“I think Karina’s going to kill us for breaking her no relationships rule,” Donghyuck mutters worriedly in your ear.

“If you forget, I’m her favourite child. I think she’s more likely to murder you for getting with me,” you respond sweetly, and Donghyuck simply stares, speechless, as you let go and walk over to where Giselle and Winter are warming up. He scoffs, shaking his head, and walks over to Jaemin and Jeno, who are already ready to tease him for being a lovesick fool.

The four walls of the dance studio make up so much of Donghyuck’s life, but so do you.

hi omg!! i just wanna say i love your tmr writing sm!??! but i recently got back into my tua phase so i was wondering if i could request a five x reader fic?

so five meets reader a few years into the apocalypse. reader survived bc they were one of the 43 kids w/ powers but never adopted into tua (i read this wanda!reader fic and those powers were super cool but again whatever you wanna do!!) they survive those 45 years together and join the commission as partners and five takes them back to 2019 with him!? feel free to do this any way you like, maybe even just one part of it but its just an idea i had!!

omg thank you!!! 🫶 ; and yes of course I love this!!!!! ; thank you for requesting, hope u enjoy!

FIVE HARGREEVES ; back to the future

summary ; you meet five, work for the commission, and end up going to 2019 with him to help him save his siblings

warnings ; language, guns/gun violence, sexual innuendos/jokes but I didn't mean for it to be? like idk, how do old people make out 😭

word count ; 1.3k

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You were immediately compelled by Five Hargreeves the second he stepped into the Commission building. Your eyes were set on him.

He was around what, 58, when you met him? Mentally, at least. You were just the same, old and wrinkly, traveling across the universe of time to keep shit collected.

You quickly learned that he was also born on October 1st, 1989, brought into the world with powers just like you.

He could blink, or teleport, and travel through time with enough given energy. You, on the other hand, harvested telekinesis and energy manipulation.

You were assigned to be partners rather quickly, considering you were both highly powerful and trained assassins. Five wasn't very fond of you at first, clearly having some trouble he needed to work through, which you wouldn't prod him about. Obviously, you kept your distance to not bother him, but made some mental notes about what you'd seen and learned from him.

After a while, he grew more fond of you, but was still clearly struggling with some stuff.

"Five, watch out!"

"Wh-"

You quickly shove him to the side, your hands glowing a pulsing red as you use your telekinesis to throw the enemy soldiers to the side, protecting your partner. They grunt as their heads split open against the pavement, having been thrown by your unforseen abilities.

Five, a hand holding his fedora down, looks up at you in awe. This is the first time he's seen you use your powers, and damn, did you look badass. He merely watches from the sidelines, hearts in his old eyes.

As the men pick themselves up, they rush toward you one by one like this was the WWE or something. You throw the first one away again using your powers, ironically into a large dumpster that closes as he hits the bottom at such force and speed. The two in the back you distract by popping the glass on the lamp posts, one shard hitting one in the eye.

The next who approaches you, you use your hands to take down, strategically placing multiple punches in his face. The last, who wasn't struck by a large chunk of glass in the eyeball, shoots at you. Five, taking notice much before you, quickly blips to you, grabs you, then blips a few feet away to protect you.

You use your telekinesis to grab a hold of his gun, then use it against him, the loud pop silencing the alleyway. You deactivate your powers and turn back to Five, throwing the gun down.

"Thanks"

He nods. "That was cool"

"Complimenting me? Since when?"

"Since now"

It wasn't until you went back to 1989 to help the Handler retrieve another powered kid that you had a deep talk. It was at a bar afterward, the two of you drowning out the deep mental toll all the killing had taken on you.

Five would never admit it, but it had an effect on him, you just showed it more. Having grown up in different environments, you expressed emotions differently.

You sit at the bar, sipping on champagne, dressed in suits like businessmen. Even at two in the morning, you looked prim and proper, with the exception of tired eyes.

"Does it ever get to you?" You ask, "Not just killing, but everything we have to do for the Commission"

He nods. "Yeah." He begins to ramble, being drunk out of his mind as he'd been taste testing damn near every drink the bar had. "Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to my family, if they're okay in the future."

"What do you mean?" You question, never having heard much about his past.

He looks down for a moment before taking another sip of his beverage. "My father adopted seven of us, kids born with powers. We lived together, were trained, and used to fight off evil." He scoffs, "I tried to show him I was powerful enough to do time jumps and ended up stranded in the apocalypse. I was alone for years, and then the Handler found me. I don't know how it started or anything, but I've been attempting to find the correct equation to travel back enough time before it happened to stop it."

You blink, processing the information he just rambled out. "Damn, I'm sorry"

He nods, "I should be able to do it soon, on that next order to kill JFK."

"What about the Handler? What about me? I don't wanna snitch on you or rat you out, I mean-"

He shakes his head. "You'll come back with me."

"What?"

Silence blankets you for a few moments.

"I could use you. Whether it be opening a hole in the space time continuum large enough for both of us or needing you and your powers to stop said apocalypse, you could be useful. You've proven to be so."

You nod again. "Hm"

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

You shrug. "Interesting that you thought of bringing me along in the first place."

"You're smart, you think and process quickly. Your powers could easily outmatch even most of my siblings, even without, your hand to hand combat is brilliant. You're even smarter than me, sometimes"

You bite your tongue, attempting to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well thanks, Hargreeves"

"It's the truth, Y/n"

"Don't try and flatter me, I have a big ego"

He did, in fact, flatter you, maybe a little too much at that. God forbid that hotel with one bed that you had to share that night to rest before heading back to work. Who knew that old man was so good at romance and kissing? Kinda weird for someone who was stuck in an apocalyptic hell for 40 years.

"Go to bed, Five"

"I'm shocked you're not asking for another kiss"

"Shut the fuck up"

You didn't realize how miserable 1963 really was. From the racism and queerphobia to the overall miserable looking farm life, or maybe it was just Texas. For being so well traveled, you really weren't.

You hide behind a white picket fence with Five, accompanying him to make sure JFK was assassinated. A sniper rifle rests in a case you were carrying for him, the sound of parade music and crowd goers filling your ears.

He looks to you, giving you that sneaky little smile and nod. You set the case down as he does the same with the briefcase, making sure to stay as low as you could beside this parking lot.

You watch as a blue aura squiggles around his hands, another larger hole a few feet in front of him. He stretches it out, creating sparks of lightning, crackles of thunder audible like he was creating a storm to the future. As he gives you the nod, a fire extinguisher lands at your feet, having been thrown through on the other side.

Your furrowed eyebrows are visible to Five, who sighs. You were definitely landing in the right place.

You raise your hands toward the blue storm, a red glow illuminating it as you pull it open further, long enough to settle it, then quickly jump in.

Five grabs your hand, and with one last look, pulls you into the portal back to the future.

You fall to the ground, hair a mess, your suit now too big for your body.

You look up, having landed on your ass next to Five. A group of what you supposed were his siblings, stare at him in awe and confusion. He stands up, brushing the dust from his clothes. He stretches a hand out for you, helping you up from the ground covered in dead leaves.

The siblings, eyes widened and jaws dropped, watch as you both casually walk inside the mansion you landed in the middle of. They were one hundred percent questioning how you were here, where Five had been, and who you were.

But that didn't matter at the moment. What did matter was getting that old man now trapped in his pubescent body some coffee.

Teddy Bear - Lee Haechan

Based on my favorite Dream song, hope you like it =) 

warnings: friends to lovers, tooth-rooting fluff, confession, y/n’s a bit insecure.

The end of the semester in a University. You believed it was a universal experience for any college student, a mix of reliving and exhaustion that fuels your body. Everywhere you went you could find excited students planning their summer trips to a beach or their hometown, and zombie-like students who just wanted to sleep for a week, usually you were the latter one, but this summer your roommate invited you to a short beach trip with her boyfriend and his best friend. 

Karina and Jeno quickly became the it couple in college due to their popularity and looks, but still, Karina never made you feel left out, always inviting you to parties and hangouts in Jeno’s frat, and just like that you end up meeting Haechan, Jeno’s best friend. 

You two instantly hit it off, he was talkative and kind; it was easy for you to come out of your shell and feel comfortable around him, you two had so much in common, from favorite artists to favorite food, and he became a friend of yours quickly. 

The problem was that Haechan was handsome, breath-taking handsome. His honey-like skin adorned with freckles hypnotized you, his dark fluffy hair, piercing eyes, full lips, and playful personality; it was a deadly combo for your heart. Still, next to him, you felt like just an intruder, someone he would conveniently befriend, you weren't popular or pretty like the girls you saw him flirting with at parties, how could you even compete? 

You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you were building, so you tried your best to push aside those feelings, but it was hard for you when he was constantly flirting with you as a joke, or how touchy he was. Still, you kept it to yourself, not letting your crush ruin the friend group. 

And just like that you found yourself in that situation, packing your things for the little get-away they planned to Haechan’s family house at the beach, it was only for the weekend so you didn’t need to bring a lot, still, you were excited to have some fun before flying to your boring hometown. 

It was later on the day when the boys arrived, helping you and Karina with the bags, not wasting more time to hit the road, your heart was beating fast with excitement, seeing everyone so talkative, singing, and making plans for the next day, it felt like you were in a coming of age movie, it was the highlight of your year. 

-Y/n, I’m so happy you could come, I won’t third-wheel plus I’ll have you to keep me company!

The boy said excitedly, gaining a small chuckle from you and a side eye from Jeno. 

-I’m happy too, it’s been so long since I last went to the beach, it’ll be fun 

You smiled at him, feeling his arms around you in a side hug. 

-I feel like we’ll be the ones third-wheeling you two lovebirds.

Karina laughed, receiving a playful punch from you. 

-Don’t say nonsense…- you mumbled, noticing how Haechan got quiet, it only made you more embarrassed- play some 1D! It’s my time to DJ.

You shouted from your seat, taking the aux from Haechan and choosing one of the band’s upbeat songs, shifting the mood as he started to loudly sing and perform with you. 

It was late at night when you got to the house, everyone tired from the trip, quickly going to their rooms. Karina and Jeno got to the master bedroom after many threats from Haechan if they did something in his parents’ bed and the two of you went to the remaining rooms next to each other. 

You lazily did your skincare, getting into a comfortable pajama, and laying in bed as you heard the waves, a small fraction of moonlight coming from the window. It was the perfect setup for a good night of sleep, then why couldn't you? It was around 1 am when you got up from bed, frustrated about the lack of sleep, everyone had plans for early in the morning and you didn’t want to ruin them because of your stupid insomnia, all of that made you want to cry. 

As you got up, you walked slowly towards the kitchen, trying to not make any noise, you opened the fridge in hopes of finding some milk, maybe a warm cup would help, as you looked you heard a familiar voice calling you, making you squirm as you turned around, finding Haechan sleepily looking at you. 

-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…

You whispered with a pout, closing the fridge. The boy blinked slowly as he adjusted his eyesight, wearing a big white t-shirt and sweatpants, he looked so cute you just wanted to mess a bit more with his hair. 

-Are you having trouble sleeping? - he asked as you nodded - What are you looking for? 

-Some milk, but there’s none. -you smiled apologetically, Haechan opened his arms to welcome you, giving you a warmer hug than any drink, his sweet scent and soft skin made you relax your entire body. 

-Let’s sleep together, you can cuddle me like a teddy bear, I’ll sing for you too

He whispered, gently patting your hair. You flushed at his words, feeling your heart beating fast, pulling away from him to see if he was joking. 

-There’s no need, I’ll try to sleep again

-Nonsense - he cut you mid-sentence, pulling you to his room - let me take care of you, can’t let you like this. 

Just like that, you were curled up with him under his comforter, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, the faint smell of his worn-out cologne invading your system as he got closer, embracing you as he played with your hair. You felt his chest vibrate as he hummed a lullaby for you, kissing the top of your hair. 

-Poor baby, I’ll take care of you, my pretty girl… 

He whispered between songs, all of that wasn't helping you at all to sleep. Your heart was beating so fast it felt impossible for him not to listen, your mind rushed with thoughts, and with the lack of sleep making you more sensible you didn't even notice once you started crying, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. It didn't take long for the older to realize, pulling away to look at you with concern, whipping your eyes. 

-What happened Y/n, why are crying? - he rushed, worried with you. 

-That’s too much hyuck, please don’t play with my feelings like that - your voice filled with hurt, too drunk on sleep to think straight about what you were saying - I know our relationship is platonic, but when you treat me like that it makes my heart flutter with hopes and I don’t like it, I don’t want to get delusional. 

It didn't take him too much to understand the situation, his confused face turning into a genuine smile when realizing that you felt the same, hugging you tightly before leaving a gentle peck on your lips, feeling you with confusion. 

-Princess, you have no idea how long I waited to hear that from you. I would never play with your feelings, everything I do is genuine when it comes to you. - he caressed your cheek with care, chuckling with your expression - I like you so much, I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything, I was so scared you would reject me, even when Jeno and Karina talked my ears off, I just couldn’t believe a girl like you would want me. 

You couldn’t hold your smile, hearing those words from him, realizing he felt the same as you, had the same worries as you, all you could do was hold his face and kiss him once more, this time longer and full of love, wanting him to feel all of that you couldn’t express with words. 

-I was so worried that  you would never look me that way, now I feel so silly too - you chuckled, giving him a peck once more - I’m so happy, hyuck 

-Me too, princess. I can’t believe a girl like you would feel that way for me, you’re everything I dreamed of. 

He whispered, holding you close as he gently rubbed your back, slowly putting you to sleep with a smile on your face. 

I've got a sinking feeling - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: You are very flirty with Five, and he's tricked himself into believing he hates it. He tells you to stop. Then he learns the hard way how much he took you for granted when you meet someone else.

Note: Five requests would be very appreciated! Thank you to those who sent requests on my last one shot.

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Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1.5k

Extra Information: Viisi means Five in Finnish. Five and Y/n were partners in the commission. They look seventeen or eighteen instead of thirteen. This one-shot takes place on the last episode of season one, and the entirety of season two.

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The Academy, Five's home, has just collapsed--courtesy of Vanya's new powers--and Five ordered his family to meet at Super Star Lanes bowling alley to come up with a new plan of action.

He grabs your wrist, blinking you with him. You're both in front of the bowling alley in a flash of blue.

Five takes a moment to pace around, not entering the building. The crisp, spring air bites at your earlobes as you hug your sides for warmth

"Hey, Viisi, can we go inside?" You look at him with a grimace and a pleading smile. He whips his head in your direction to glare at you, then strolls inside with a roll of his eyes. You follow in his stead.

The interior is heated, thankfully. Five informs the underpaid worker that his "parents" will be arriving shortly to pay for his bowling shoes. He takes a seat adjacent to Lane 6 and you sit next to him.

"So, how was the farewell with Delores? I know you two were close." You lean back in your seat, getting more comfortable while waiting for Five's siblings to arrive.

He does not look at you, his jaw ticks in annoyance.

"Come onnn, I know you're stressed, but this is your sister. I'm sure she's reasonable enough not to end the world." You turn towards him, leaning your elbows on your thighs and admiring his pretty face.

"No, it's not that." He scoffs, looking at you with a sneer.

You notice that his tie is crooked so you reach out to fix it, like you often do. It's sort of your thing.

He smacks your hand away and you raise an eyebrow.

"You okay Viisi?" You rub your hand a little, surprised. Normally, he lets you fix his tie with no problem. Although, he would grumble about it a little.

"God- No. I'm not okay." He puts his hands in his hair, gripping it slightly with an exasperated expression. "And stop calling me that."

"What?" You breathe with a smile of disbelief. "What's going on? Did something happen- Did I do something?" You lean away from him a little to give him more space.

"Stop, just stop it with the touching and the nicknames. I'm sick of it!" He looks at you with cold eyes. This is very unusual of him.

You cock your head to the side, trying to understand. "Five, I thought- I thought that was our thing! Y'know, the friendly banter and-"

"I know you're desperate for some sort of relationship with me, but I'm here to tell you that it's not going to happen. We were only ever co-workers." He says through gritted teeth, avoiding your eyes. "I'm telling you to stop pursuing me." You were never 'pursuing' him.

Usually you would brush this sort of behavior off, ignore it. Tell yourself that it's only because he's stressed. He's always stressed! Thinking back, he was never all that nice to you. Even in your Commission days.

You'd tricked yourself into thinking that maybe he thought you were special, or that you were at least his friend. His confidant.

You look at him with eyes full of hurt, which Five has never seen from you. He almost feels something bubbling up his throat, but the feeling dissipates quickly. "Have I made myself clear?" He says evenly.

You only nod, turning away so he doesn't see the tears prick at your eyes.

Five's siblings come inside and you two don't speak to each other again.

A year and seven months later (for you, at least.)

1963, Dallas Texas:

Five anxiously pulls at his tie after narrowly escaping three armed Swedish men. He had just watched his siblings, along with you, blow up in yet another nuclear explosion. It's left him oddly shaken up about how he treated you back in 2019.

He's pacing down the alley-way between the Commerse and Knox when he notices a flash atop the roof. A large camera of some sort.

A brown haired man closes his window briskly. That's strange.

Five teleports inside, scaling up a flight of stairs with cat-like agility. When he knocks on a door, the one beside him answers, revealing a mouse-y looking man in his early thirties. He looks at him with big, expectant eyes.

"What do you want." His tone is dripping with suspicion.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if-" Five gets a door to the face. He huffs, blinking inside after him.

The man, Elliot, jumps, yelping in fear and pulling out a butter-knife from his drawer of kitchen utensils. "H-how did you do that?" He hesitates, astonished.

Five looks at him with amusement. "Don't really have time to explain."

Elliot runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair, gripping the butter-knife in a feeble attempt to protect himself. "You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI? KGB?"

Five eyes up the kitchen, noticing a coffee pot on the other side of the room. "Is that fresh?" He uses his powers again, blinking himself right in front of the coffee pot.

Elliot screams, whipping his head back and forth between the place Five just was and the place he appeared. "What..." He pants, eyes wide.

"Elliot? You okay?" Five hears a faraway voice from another room. A familiar voice. "Who's with you?" It asks.

You appear from around the corner, presumably from Elliot's bedroom, looking almost two years older.

Five furrows his eyebrows and so do you. He breathes out your name is what you almost register as relief. But, you know better then to think that.

"Oh, Five. You're back." You say casually, nodding and crossing your arms. Five sets the coffee down, unwillingly noticing how you didn't call him by his nickname.

"How long have you been here?" He walks towards you, looking at your slightly different features. You changed your hair, he observes. He says nothing about it.

"A year and a half, I believe." You tap your chin in thought. Elliot glances between you two with interest or surprise.

"You two know each-other?" He puts the butter-knife back onto the counter with a small clatter.

You nod, shrugging. "We were co-workers." You send Elliot a reassuring, genuine smile.

Co-workers. Five doesn't like how the word rolled off your tongue.

He licks his lips, looking away. "You live here?" He asks you, though it was a silly question considering its obvious answer.

You nod with tight lipped smile, approaching Elliot. You fix his hair with your fingers and flip the collar of his flannel back down. "Did he scare you? I told you he could be a bit much."

Elliot exhales a shaky laugh at your words and actions as Five begins to feel a hot, frothy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He changes the subject. "Are my siblings here too?"

Elliot answers for you, looking back towards the teen again. "The other six anomalys- The power surges." He begins to look excited at this new discovery. "They're your siblings?"

Five ticks his jaw, ignoring him. "So they're alive..." He begins to pace around. "I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me..."

"Elliot." You tell him his name.

"Whatever, alright? I got ten days to find them and save the world." He points to you and Elliot. "Now, I need your help to do that."

Elliot is just so happy to be involved, his three year long project finally achieving some major development. He scrambles to find a certain newspaper scrap from his desk drawer. "You know what? I, uh..." He fumbles with it, handing it to Five.

"I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four."

"Diego." Five reads softly, then he twists around to face you. "You're coming with me." He states.

You hiss awkwardly through your teeth, avoiding his eyes. "Ohh, about that... Actually, Elliot and I were about to play scrabble."

Five narrows his eyes at you, barking your name. "The world is ending and you're just gonna play scrabble with this homebody?"

Elliot looks at his dusty wooden floors with a look of dejection.

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do." You lean against the door-frame with a bored expression. "I thought you wanted me to stop following you around like a lost puppy."

Five feels strange. "You know what? I don't need this." He blinks away to search for Diego.

When Five returns from the strip club, after a failed attempt of recruiting both Luther and Diego, he decides to test something. His fingers reach for his tie, pulling at it and skewing it. Perfectly crooked.

You couldn't resist fixing his tie, he knew this.

So why didn't you? He finds himself uncharacteristically frustrated about unresponsiveness.

As he demands that Elliot develop his Frankel Footage, his eyes trail to you occasionally, silently tempting you to straighten his tie.

Your eyes flicked to it once. However, you made no move to adjust it.

Five heaves a dramatic sigh, angrily fixes it, and leaves to look for Vanya.

He messed up before, he realizes. He feels like shit.