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don't you love me?

pairing: toxicbsf!seungcheol x f!reader

genre: friend to lovers, toxic relationships (friendships), smut MDNI!!!

warnings: manipulation, toxic cheol, dubcon, gaslighting, controlling n possessive cheol, he isolates oc, scoups tummy mention (nom nom hot), kind of ddlg dynamic? (u can tell i have father issues), power imbalance, princess treatment, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f!recieving), dom!cheol, overstimulation, corruption kink, a little bit praise a little bit degradation but its barely noticeable, size kink (a little), manhandling, inexperienced oc, dacryphilia, crying, breeding kink, missionary bcs im a romantic sue me, big dick scoups hehe, unprotected sex (do NOT do it dawg), tummy bulge kink, mentions of baby trapping, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.3k

playlist: don't you love me?

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note: i need toxic cheol sooo bad no one gets it but thank u @seventeensrat for getting me n proofreading n giving me ur deranged thoughts abt it. want dat gold cross necklace in the pic dangling over my face 😝 i kept making him a sweetheart but then realised no he needs to be an asshole (that i would fuck 100%) n i might make a part 2 of this so lmk...

anywaysss my requests are open if u have something u wanna read or just talk n so are my dms to make new friends here :) feedback is highly appreciated hope u like this one hehehe :3

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Currently obsessed with the idea of toxic guy best friend seungcheol.

He is the bestest friend someone could ask for in your opinion. The sweetest, most selfless guy you’ve ever come across. Always drives you around in his g-wagon- hand resting just below the hem of your dress. Bought you a dyson last month; no particular occasion, just because “you talked about it once so I thought you’d like it.” Takes you to try out whatever cute cafes you want to and buys you all the pastries in the world. Calls you his “baby” and his “princess”. Not only pays for your nails but also helps you pick out the design. Carries all your shopping bags without breaking a sweat in one hand, other resting on your lower back so that the guys around you don’t think they have a chance. And of course, he pays for all your clothes with his black card :). Who would he spoil if not you? He sometimes gets into the dressing room with you in the Victoria’s Secret store while you’re changing because “we’re best friends, right?” (with a pout ofc) when you refuse because you’re not sure if this is what friends do, but you give in eventually. Now the fact that he makes you spin around in your pretty little lingerie, strong hands groping your thighs as you say “Isn’t this a little too tight, cheol?”, your hands adjusting the bra all while he’s staring at your tits spilling out of the see through material as he assures you that it’s perfect is something others don’t need to know, right?

Yeah. He’s your best friend. Always takes care of you, cooks for you, makes sure you have all your meals and that you study properly- scolding you when you miss any lectures. Makes sure you don’t drink too much at parties or guys other than him might take advantage of you. Doesn’t let you exchange notes with the guys in your class. Even got into a fight with a guy and almost got suspended because of something he said about you. He scolds you for talking to them, because you don’t know their intentions and all you do is keep your head down and nod, no other choice than to abide him. He does know what’s better for you after all, right? He scolds you only because he loves you! He just knows what’s best for you, and wants to make sure you know he’s the best for you.

All your other friends don’t really speak very highly of him tho :( they just feel like there’s something off about him. No one is ever that nice. That he’s like a guard dog around you and doesn’t let you talk to guys or date, always hovering around you and giving you orders. But you assure them that no!!! he’s your cheol :( he tells you that they’re just jealous of you. They’re jealous of your friendship with him. They envy you. Yes, he can be a bit strict sometimes and act like your dad, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to you to get in trouble! He just wants to protect you :) that’s why he always asks for tons of your pictures before you go out so that he can protect you from the creeps that think of your short dress as an excuse to get their way with you.

When you first became friends with him, you were a bit skeptical when he told you that your boyfriend was cheating on you. But then he said, “Don’t you trust me? Why would I lie to you?” with his signature pout and he was right. If you couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone, right? Now it was surprising to you when your boyfriend was the one to break up with you later that day, but all seungcheol said to you while you cried on his shoulder was “He didn’t deserve you, baby.” You don’t need to know that he lied to you boyfriend that you had sex with him when he was out of town. He only lied because he knew you were meant for him. He just wants you for himself, is that so bad? He doesn’t think so, because he takes care of you so well. Makes sure all your needs are met and you have no complaints. You’re his girl after all :)

As soon your (ex) boyfriend broke up with you, seungcheol was quick to ask you to move in with him, because “You need someone to take care of you right now, you can’t live alone doll.” and you couldn’t argue with that logic. And he was so good to you. Didn’t even make you pay rent because why would he. Always was there for you when you wanted to rant about your day, but only while sitting on his lap facing him in just his oversized shirt and panties obviously :) that was a rule. Would come up slyly from behind when you were cooking in your cute little apron, hands resting on your tits because “It’s comforting to me y/n.” and you don’t complain. Whenever you denied him something he would say “Don’t you love me?” eyes furrowed and big arms caging you.  But it was a two-way street, the way you always let him cuddle you after a bad day. How you always brought him something to eat when he had been gaming for hours. How last week you reassured him when he said he would start a diet because he thought he was gaining weight by giving him a small kiss on his cheek, telling him that it was hot for you, that it made him only more reliable in your eyes. It was the small things. But they always counted.

The girls he saw or went out with always complained about umm, the bond you both shared; but he never cared. It did bother you though seeing him bring girls over to your shared apartment, hearing their moans through the thin paper walls :( all while you had your hand shyly tucked between your thighs resisting the urge to imagine yourself in their place, bent over for him. But you never touched yourself. It would be so wrong, thinking about your best friend like that! So you often resorted to grinding against the plushie bear he won for you at the fair as his oversized shirt slipped down your shoulders- quiet whines leaving your throat as you failed to reach your high. Little did you know he was imagining the girl under him to be you every single time. He can’t even count the number of times he’s jerked off to the pictures you send him (at his request obviously). The number of times he’s stared at your panties peeking out whenever your skirt rid up or your cleavage when you bent down.

You do notice that after a few months, he takes up more of your time. Not that you’re complaining!!! You love to spend time with him, but you feel it get to a point. It’s not sudden, rather subtle and painstakingly so slow you don’t even realise what he’s doing until you’re in it too deep (or until he’s in YOU too deep ahem). Whenever you’re getting ready to go out with your friends he always hugs you and somehow always falls sick so that you can’t go out because you have to take care of him. What kind of friend would you be if you left him sick and alone to go out and drink he says. You’re being a little bitchy he says. You don’t love him he says. And tears well up in your eyes, because you love him so much you can’t believe he thinks of you that way. And then there you are in your pretty pink dress, mascara smeared on your cheeks as you’re crying in his embrace while he comforts you. You begin to stop talking to your friends because he says they’re a bad influence on you. But don’t worry! Your cheol is right next to you always :) his clinginess increases ten folds. He is always on you, hands resting on your plush thighs or your waist at all times- neck nuzzled in your hair when you sit on his lap as he games. Brings out his puppy eyes and pout whenever you refuse him. “Don’t you love me?” he says and you would never want him to think that. So you let him do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He knows what’s best for you, right?

He dreamt of taking you, corrupting you but only bit by bit. It might make you sick if you found out but he wanted to make you cry while he defiled you, moulded you to his liking. Wanted to throw you around because it was just so easy for him. A small part of him thinks you instigate your playfights on purpose to get him to overpower you, manhandle you. He knew you had had a few boyfriends before so imagine his surprise when he found out you had never had an orgasm one night, head buried in his lap drunk and giggled out the confession in shame. You should be thankful he made your boyfriend break up with you, because how fucking incompetent does one have to be.

“What do you mean you’ve never had an orgasm?” he asked, hands running through your hair.

“They just never made me cum.”

“They never ate you out?” he asked in shock.

“Mhm.” You said shaking your head before passing out on his lap.

“God. What fucking assholes.” He thought to himself. He knew he had to be the one to take care of you, after all you’ve been deprived for so long.

Few weeks later and it was your semester end party, loud music all around you, girls passed out drunk, shots being passed around and wild chaos everywhere. And there you see him, across the room talking and laughing with his friends, one hand chugging down beer every now and then. He looked so hot, though dressed in a plain black T-shirt and jeans; the royal oak watch stealing everyone’s attention as he ran his hand through his hair. It was the way he carried himself, his confidence, his carefreeness. And the way he carried you with him, showing you off like a trophy to be desired (not that you minded it a bit). You’re too engrossed in ogling him when you’re pulled out of your entranced state by no one other than Vernon. You remember meeting him on seungcheol’s birthday, recalling him as one of his close friends. You always found him cute, texting him whenever he replied to your stories or sometimes sitting next to him in shared lectures.

“Hi y/n.” He says with a slight smirk, red solo cup in his hand.

“Hi Vernon!”

“Want a drink?” he says, offering you the cup.

“Mhm I’ve already had so much to drink.” You slur through your words. “Cheol will scold me.” You say with a slight pout.

“Coups isn’t attached to your hip tonight?”

“Mhm, we’re not always together!” you giggle, a bit buzzed because of all the drinking.

“Oh? He never lets me talk to you though doll.” He says with a pout, taking a step closer.

“What do you wanna talk to me about?” you say with a smirk (the flirting a courtesy of the alcohol) as your hand rests on his chest barely grazing him.

His hand reaches to grab your waist as he’s just leaning in, his lips just about to touch yours when in the blink of an eye you see a muscular arm pull him off of you with a force, and you hear seungcheol shouting something at vernon that you’re too drunk to comprehend, but you catch a few phrases here and there- “Are you fucking dumb taking advantage of here when she’s drunk?” and “Back off dude you know she’s mine.” You feel his grip tighten on your hand as he leads you through the room, murmuring a “We’re leaving.” as he opens the car door for you.

The entire car ride was pin drop silent. His hand wasn’t even on your thigh tonight like always :( and you could feel he was pissed off- the way his veins bulged with his grip on the steering and his jaw clenched so hard. he would usually let you pick out whatever song you wanted, watching fondly with a smile when you sung along to it; but he wasn’t even talking to you :( you think maybe it’s your fault. He had warned you about guys trying to take advantage of you, but you were just talking to Vernon. He’s his friend, right? but you feel bad for ruining his night :/ he was talking to his friends but then he had to run over to you because you can’t even take care of yourself properly. Maybe he was right when he said that you needed him. Needed him to protect you, be with you, take care of you.

When you get back to your shared apartment, he’s still quiet; not forgetting his manners for a second though- opening all the doors for you and taking off your heels as you lean your weight on him, your hand on his shoulder for support. But it’s too much for you now. Why is he still so mad at you? Tears start welling in your eyes as your voice breaks.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask between sniffles, doing everything in your power to not let that tear drop slide down your cheeks but he notices it. He sees the distress in your eyes. The fear you have of disappointing him. And he loves it. Loves that you crave for his approval. He’s proud that he’s made you into this. But apparently you still need to learn to be disciplined. Then so be it, he'll make you into his obedient little girl. Your brows are still furrowed at the lack of his answer as he stands up and begins to step away from you and that’s all it takes for the dam to break as tears start welling down your face, a shame in your chest because you feel like you’ve let him down.

“Cheollie please! I- I’m sorry!” you say between sniffles, head buried in your hands.

“Yeah? What are you sorry for Y/n? And fuck are you crying for?” he spits out and it only makes you cry more because not only has he never been this mean to you, but also has never called you by your name like this :( always calling you by nicknames.

“I’m sorry for talking to Vernon.” You murmur. “I’m sorry for making you mad.” You say, wiping your tears.

“Made me leave my friends to take care of you y/n, I told you not to talk to anyone without me right? Told you not to drink too much. This is why I always have to take care of you baby, you can’t do it alone.” He says, swatting your hands away and wiping your tears as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry cheol, let me make it up to you? Don’t want you to be angry at me.”

“Yeah? How will you make it up to me baby? I’m not sure I’m ready to forgive you yet, you were so careless.”

“Anything.” You whisper. “Whatever you want I’ll do.” You say in your slightly buzzed state, but he doesn’t care. That’s all the permission he needs as he’s reaching down, arm snaking around your waist as to not give you a chance to back out, gently yet passionately pressing himself against your warm mouth. Your eyes open wide as the realization hits- hands pushing his chest away as he separates himself for a second.

He's just about to lean back in, eyes half lidded full of lust before you say, “Cheol what are you doing?”

“You said you’d do anything I wanted to make it up to me, right?” he says as you give him a hesitant nod facing down.

“But I’m a bit drunk right now.” You say, voice barely a whisper.

“So you lied to me then? When you said that?”

“No! No, I’d never lie to you.” you say as your eyes reach up to meet him on the brink of tears.

“Then let me do whatever I want baby. Let me make you feel good. Don’t you love me?”

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

It spins in your head like a mantra, before you give into his demands as a sly smirk accompanies him. You see him cup your cheeks in one hand as he’s reaching down to kiss you once again, much more possessively this time as he melted into you- tongue slipping in smoothly, as if he’s going to be the only man from now on allowed to do this (he is). His hands find your waist like they belong there. You gasp as he’s guiding you towards his bedroom, hands roaming all over the body like they’ve never been before. His lips move down your jaw as his fingers toy with the hem of your short dress- finding abode along your inner thighs. You think back to all the days you chanted his name like a prayer when you were just so close, dreaming of his fingers in you instead of your own. But at the same time your hesitation throughout it never leaves you.

He's quick to pick you up, only to throw you on his bed like a ragdoll as he gets on his knees in front you, bunching your dress up to your waist. His hands massage your thighs as he pulls them apart, immensely satisfied by the wet spot forming at your center.

“These the ones I bought you doll?” he asks, eyes still transfixed on your core. You manage to whisper a quiet yes and before you know it, he’s ripping the material off of you quite literally, diving in like a man starved. Your state is hazy because of the alcohol and the sight of him between your eyes as his words reverberate in your head while his fingers aggressively toy with your clit- Don’t you love me? Don’t you trust me? I know what’s best for you. Let me make you feel good. He’s relentless in his efforts, showing you no mercy or sympathy for the fact this the first time someone’s eating you out. Even when you ask him to slow down, to stop. Even when you cry out his name repeatedly. His plump lips suck on your clit sharply as the same hand that adorned the very royal oak watch that got you so hot drives into you, hitting your g-spot again and again.

Tears start to well in your eyes as they wet your cheeks but as seungcheol looks up at you, the only thing he can think of is how much you’ll cry when he fucks you and you feel him fully in your belly. Your moans get louder as you keep begging him to stop, but he knows you’re close. He can feel you clenching on his fingers as you buck up your hips into him. And before you know it, you’re cumming all over his thick digits. But that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t falter in his movements for even a second, fingers driving into you at the same pace as your orgasm washes over you. Your legs are shaking around his head as he animalistically groans against your clit.

“Cheol! P- please! Can’t…. can’t take more!” you cry out as your hand tightens it's grip on his hair.

“One more baby.” He grunts out. “One more on my tongue.”

He thinks he’s addicted. Addicted to the taste of you. Not only does he make you cum on his tongue once more, but pulls an orgasm out of you just but by playing with your clit. You think you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s made you cum, but he’s keeping count. One for each time he’s wanted to take you, and trust there are many. But your entire body is quaking and covered in sweat because of the relentless overstimulation. Once he thinks he’s satisfied with the number of times he’s made you cum on his tongue, he finally gets up only to see you almost passed out on the bed, barely holding on. The sheets besides you are wet from your tears but that only makes his pants tighter. You see him lose his shirt and his pants as he stands in front of you in his boxers. His length is strained against the material as if trapped. He strokes himself from over the material before pulling them down as his thick long member hits his stomach and he sees you gulp. It’s cute, he thinks, the way you react to him.

“Scared princess?” he teases you as he locks his gaze with yours, spitting in his hand as he strokes himself- precum leaking out his dark pink tip.

“It won’t fit.” You say hesitantly, but you don’t want to disappoint him either.

“You’re cheol’s good girl right? You’re a big girl, you can take it.” He spits out rather meanly, making you pout. But he’s not showing you any mercy this time. You’ll take whatever he gives you. After all, you wanted to please him, right?

Once again he’s parting your legs as he lines himself up with your already ruined entrance, tapping his tip against your clit, before he hears you say, “Cheollie, you don’t hate me, right?” with eyes on the brink of crying. It’s endearing he thinks, that you’re still afraid of disappointing him, letting him down. He’s taught you sooo well.

“Could never hate you love.” He says, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “Now let your cheol take care of you okay, like always.” And just like that, he’s pushing into you in one go, giving you no time to adjust as your wet velvet walls wrap around him, your slick covering his entire length. He’s pushing your legs up only to rest them on his broad shoulders as you continue to cry out his name over and over again. He doesn’t falter once as he propels into you, gold cross chain dangling over you, and when he opens his eyes to look down to where you connect, his eyes go wide at the sight of himself in your lower belly. He can see himself in you, literally. And oh, does it turn him on, the way you’re so tiny in front of him, so much so that his big dick bulges in you poor little belly. He taps your cheek lightly as to call you to pay attention to him.

“You see that baby?” he says, running his hand over the bulge in your belly. “See how deep I am in you, fuck! Like you were made for me.”

If that’s how deep he goes in you, what would happen if he came that deep in you he thinks. And that only makes him angle himself into you deeper as he lifts one of his legs. He could fill you up and it won’t even leak out. How would you look carrying his baby? No way you’d ever leave him if he knocked you up right now. You’d look so beautiful, his wife, his pretty little baby mama. The thought of you swelled up gets him closer to his release as his hips begin to falter and his strokes get sloppier- each one becoming a sharp thrust. And just like that, with a loud cry and a particularly sharp push of his hips into you, you’re cumming over his cock for the nth time in the night, completely spent and head blank, as you collapse back on the bed almost passed out at this point. You didn’t ask for his permission to cum, but it’s okay, he’ll discipline you next time :)

You feel him getting closer as well as his moans get louder and thrusts sloppier and you’re about to give out and rest in bliss when the realisation hits you- he’s not wearing a condom.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum baby, pussy so tight like it was made for me.” He groans.

Your panicked eyes look up to him, “Cheol, please… please don’t cum inside.” You plead.

“No way baby, not pulling out…mhm!” he moans as his pace increases, chasing his release. “Gonna fill you up real good, you trust me right?”

“Mhm…” you sigh hesitantly. “Okay…if you say so.”

“Fuck! Thank you princess, love you so much, yeah? My good girl.” He says between grunts and the slap of his balls against you, as you grunt out a quiet love you too, and with that you feel yourself getting full of him as he fills you up to the brim, still fucking you through it slowly. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out of you yet- making sure it’s inside you. Your bodies melt against each other as you feel his heavy breathes against your ear. The room smells of sex and sweat as he collapses besides you panting.

“You’re not mad at me anymore, right cheol?” you say, breaking the silence as he’s pressing another small kiss to your lips, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm, you were a really bad tonight doll. We’ll have to see if you make it up to me after another round.”

It was gonna be a long night. But it’s okay. You would do anything for your cheol :)

[sswed]

is it a crime?

alexia putellas x policeofficer!reader

A/N: pure unadulterated smut and a g!p reader, thus minors DNI, thanks

part two found here: everybody knows im a good girl, officer

wc 2.6k

Alexia doesn't actually know just how she gets herself in these kinds of situations but this isn't really the time. She's gotten pulled over, in a foreign country, where she can barely speak the language and the only other person in the car is Jana.

Which means that they aren't getting to the stadium on time or maybe even today for that matter.

You gesture for Alexia to roll down the window and she feels her breath get taken away for a moment. You have the sleeves on your uniform rolled up, which allows her a peak at your rather muscular forearms and the vest you're wearing is tight around your chest.

You're like the hot cops out of those weird police dramas that play on the television sometimes and Alexia cannot believe her luck. If you weren't the one pulling her over, she'd ask if you wanted tickets to the game or maybe even her number. 

You knock on the window and Alexia scrambles to roll it down while shushing Jana's giggles.

"Afternoon, ma'am," You say politely while taking a look inside the car.

Jana is sitting in the passenger seat and you can only see two bags on the back seat, both black and from nike. Nothing to worry about really which makes this so much easier to dismiss.

"Afternoon," Alexia replies in a murmur.

"Licence please," You put your hand out and take Alexia's drivers licence to glance over it quickly.

You smile, "Do you know the speed limit here?"

Alexia curses under her breath and looks around, all the street signs show only directions. She's about to get a ticket, in England, while she's running late for pre-match training. She knew that she shouldn't have let Jana convince her to rent a car for the few days they were here.

"Err..."

You laugh a little and smile kindly again, "Where are you from?"

Alexia feels her heart speed up at the dimples on your face and the way you casually lean against the car to run a hand through your hair.

"She's from Barcelona!" Jana leans over Alexia with a grin, clearly she's a little more outspoken than Alexia.

Your eyes lighten up. The time to use your Spanish has finally come and maybe your co-workers would stop teasing you for taking classes every week if you tell them that it has finally come in handy. 

"Right, I'll let you off with a warning this time but be careful and pay attention to the speed limit, okay?"

Alexia is taken aback. Your Spanish is flawless, like a local's and she wonders whether you're from Spain even though you don't look like you are.

"Y-yes, of course," Alexia stutters out and elbows Jana when goes to lean over again.

You pat the hood of her car and lean back, "Have a nice day."

"You too!" Jana waves at you and you wave back as you walk to your police car.

Alexia turns to Jana abruptly, "Never again."

Jana laughs while Alexia starts the car again.

"You thought she was hot, Ale!"

Alexia clenches her jaw and decides to ignore her passenger, instead she turns on the radio and drives to the stadium. This time following traffic rules.

Barcelona won over Chelsea the next day. They go from being two down in aggregate to winning 4-2 mostly due to Aitana and Pina but they all go to celebrate with the fans in the away end.

To Alexia's surprise, you're there with a Barcelona shirt on, hugging Lucy and congratulating her with a pat on the back. The shirt you're wearing is a little tight, clearly not yours but Alexia thinks it looks brilliant on you anyway.

"You have to come to the party!" Lucy's trying to convince you to join their "party" in order to properly celebrate the win and place in the final.

"Don't you have training tomorrow or something?"

You shrug her arm off you and raise a brow. You've known Lucy for a while now, ever since secondary school actually so it would be a sin to miss a game of hers if she's playing in England but that doesn’t stop her from being annoying. 

"Tomorrows a free day," Lucy argues and you sigh, she's stubborn like a mule.

"I have work tomorrow," You try but Lucy doesn't fall for it.

"You have a night shift, so you're free."

You scoff and eventually nod. You'll stay for a maximum of an hour, then when Lucy finally lets you go, you'll take the opportunity to slip away.

The opposite happens. Lucy drags you around to meet everyone, one by one and you introduce yourself to them, mostly using Spanish and before you know it, it's been two hours and a drink later.

"Now this is la Reina or capitana."

You blink a few times. This is the exact same woman that you pulled over yesterday for speeding. It's just your luck to run into probably the most sexy person you've pulled over at an after party and find out that she's a world class athlete.

You try to smile but it comes out like a grimace, "Hola."

Alexia looks just as shocked. You're still wearing that tight Barca shirt that makes your biceps pop and there is now a visible sweat on your forehead from the heat in the room. You look like walking sex and Alexia wishes that you didn't pull her over yesterday.

"Hi," Alexia replies and then takes a sip of her coke.

You nod at her and turn, hoping that Lucy will drag you away but she's gone. Lucy's just disappeared on you and by doing so, she's left you with Alexia. Who is the hottest person you've ever seen and someone so off limits it's ridiculous.

"Err..." You shuffle awkwardly, gripping the glass in your hand tightly.

Alexia is dressed magnificently. Her t-shirt is perfectly cropped just above the waistline of her jeans and you can't help but let your eyes wander over her figure.

"Listen, can we pretend that I didn't stop you yesterday?" You ask sheepishly and relief floods into you when Alexia nods.

It turns out that you and Alexia get on better than you thought you would. Actually, you hit it off. Talk about your dogs, her job and yours, about London and Spain. Then before you know it, you've been at this party for three hours and you're in a bathroom with your back against the door and Alexia's tongue down your throat.

"Shit, Ale.." You mutter through the kiss.

Your hands are firmly placed on her ass, gripping the fabric of her jeans and occasionally kneading into the flesh. She's gasping into your mouth with her strong arms wrapped around your neck so that she can kiss you comfortably.

Then she lets one of her hands fall from your neck to your stomach where your abs flex under the silky material of the shirt. Alexia runs a nail down the middle of your stomach and you groan into her mouth.

You don't think you've ever been harder in your life and Alexia is making it difficult not to do anything. Then she lets her hand drop to your belt and stops kissing you.

You pull back and look at her with hooded eyes. Alexia looks like a vision, her lips are slightly red and pupils are blown wide open, making her eyes impossible dark.

"Can I, Officer?" Alexia smirks and you can't help but groan.

You nod furiously and Alexia unloops her other arm from around your neck and it joins her other one on your belt. She unbuckles it with quick and nimble fingers then slides one of her hands into your trousers.

"Ah, fuck," You gasp out when a hand palms your clothed cock.

Alexia smirks, "Is that a baton in your pocket... or are you just happy to see me?"

You let out a shaky laugh before moaning deeply when Alexia presses her palm firmly against your cock. God, the feeling is beyond deadly. You need her so bad it hurts.

You give her ass a firm squeeze that makes her jump a little. She's teasing you, letting her hands roam around the inside of your trousers without actually slipping into your underwear. It's making the want pool in your stomach at an alarmingly fast rate.

"Don't tease," You say through clenched teeth, you're desperately trying not to moan loudly.

After all, there is no reason to make this a public announcement.

"Sorry, Officer," Alexia mewls then unexpectedly drops to her knees.

The image is one you'll forever have burned in your mind. She's got her hands on the waistband of your underwear, looking up at you expectedly with a cat-like smirk.

Fuck it, you whine loudly, you've stopped caring about what people think. Right now, you only want her.

Alexia takes that as the go-ahead and swiftly pulls down your underwear. She's greeted by your hard cock and you can't help but hiss at the cold air of the bathroom.

She wraps a hand around you and you moan slowly. You need her, so, so bad but you resist the urge to buck in her hand.

"Come on, please..." You groan out, hands splaying on the polished wood of the door.

Alexia obliges you with a smile and takes you into her mouth. It feels like heaven. Her mouth is so wet and warm that your eyes roll back into your head for a moment.

"Shit," You moan out and resist the urge to tangle your hands into her hair.

Alexia swallows down another inch with ease before taking both of your hands and placing them onto her hair. You raise your brows and only card through her scalp with a gentle hand.

This is clearly not what she meant because Alexia looks up at you a few moments later, then pulls off you to speak.

"Need a little encouragement?" Alexia says suggestively and you scoff.

You take a handful of her hair and urge her back down. You aren't shy this time, you let yourself thrust a little into her mouth and use her hair to stabilize yourself.

"That's so good, shit, you're so good," You murmur out praise in quick succession.

Alexia responds by hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder. You see stars then, she feels so good and you know that you're not going to last long if you keep this up.

You tug Alexia back and off your cock, she, in turn, looks up at you with questioning eyes.

"I want to fuck you, can I?"

Alexia smirks and stands while you tuck yourself back in for a moment. This time, you lift her so that she is seated on the sink and lean forwards to kiss her hard.

You can taste yourself on her lips but you don't care. Your hands roam down her body, feeling every mountain and fall and she's palming your stomach with needy hands.

She pulls back slightly, just so you can still feel her breath going into your mouth and her nose touching yours.

Alexia whispers, "Are you going to fuck me, Officer or no?"

"Be patient and you'll find out."

Your hands travel down to her jeans and you quickly discard them so that they are merely a heap on the marble floor. You then place a hand over her pussy, she's soaking wet. So much so that her underwear is drenched beyond belief.

"Someone's needy," You chuckle and Alexia rolls her eyes.

You kneel down and tug her underwear down, then throw them to join her jeans. You look up at her while you lick a long stripe up her cunt and you can feel the way Alexia shudders underneath you.

"Oh God," Alexia moans loudly and you smirk against her.

"No, no, just me, darling."

Alexia goes to roll her eyes again but mid way through, you twirl your tongue around her clit and her eyes roll back into her head involuntarily.

You suckle on her clit with hollowed out cheeks and Alexia howls above you. The whole place can probably hear it but that's the last thing on your mind right now.

You flick your tongue against Alexia and her hands fly to your hair while her legs wrap around your shoulders. There is practically no way out, not with Alexia's strong thighs wrapped around your head but you don't want an escape either way.

It only takes a few more minutes before Alexia is cursing out loudly, her hands tugging your hair in different directions and her thighs are squeezing around your head.

"Shit, shit-" Alexia moans out quickly and you smirk against her.

You use your hands to pry her thighs off your head and stand once again. Alexia's finger ball up the front of your borrowed shirt and drag you closer until she can kiss you firmly.

"If you don't fuck me now," Alexia mutters the threat into the kiss and you smile.

You pull her off the sink then twirl her around and press her to the front of it. You meet her gaze in the mirror and smirk wildly while she looks at you with slightly widened eyes.

"You want this?" You lean forwards to murmur into her ear and you see her nod in the reflection.

You push down your underwear and wrap a hand around your cock, give yourself a few pumps before sliding into her. She's so wet and tight that you immediately screw your eyes shut and join her in a high pitched moan.

"You feel so good,"

You plant your hands on her hips and give a few shallow thrusts. This is everything you wanted when she suggested going to the bathroom.

You close your eyes and let the sensations overtake you for a moment, she's clenching around you each time you bottom out and it drives you crazy.

You open your eyes and meet Alexia's in the mirror again. She's got her mouth slightly open, panting as you speed up your thrusts. It takes a minute until you find a perfect rhythm but when you do, you have Alexia clawing at the porcelain sink .

"Harder!" Alexia whines out and you give her a thrust that sends her forwards from the force.

"Yeah, right there," She's moaning uncontrollably, loudly so that it echoes through the room.

You think about pressing a palm to her mouth, shushing her but you decide that the damage is done. There's no point trying to be quiet when the two of you have already been too loud.

"I'm close," You whimper out while your thrusts become erratic.

"I'm going to come soon, Ale."

"Give it to me, Officer," Alexia winks at you in the mirror and you can't help yourself.

You groan loudly as you come inside Alexia. It feels Godly and you feel her tighten around you as she reaches her peak as well. You moan lightly as you pull out and brace yourself against the sink.

"That... was," You gasp out, breathing heavily.

Alexia catches her breath next to you. She's got a thin layer of sweat on her face that matches yours and her cheeks are flushed red. You turn to look at her and she presses a soft kiss against your lips.

"Fantastic?" Alexia raises a brow and you laugh.

"Yeah, fantastic."

A loud knock sounds on the door and it is followed by a few others.

"You done, capi?" Patri calls out, clearly laughing.

Then she's joined by Lucy, "You were supposed to be my ride!"

Both your eyes widen and you turn to look at Alexia.

"Maybe we should stay here forever?" You say, embarrassed and flushed.

Alexia nods with wide eyes, "Si." 

When you walk out a few moments later, you’re greeted by a crowd of cheers and Lucy’s smirk. 

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The sheer size of his physique always made you and Kenma both feel smaller, and fragile at times. Like a couple of toys to him.

Now that you could see what he had been hiding underneath his shirt; a full, wide chest that stretched, taut, across two robust shoulders. Lines worked under his skin, cropping up like guitar strings as he tossed his shirt to the side.

Comparing him to Kenma was useless. They weren't just in different weight classes; it was simply unfair to draw the full list of their differences out.

The worst part was that he knew how hot he was. He acted like he was the best thing since sliced bread. Always flexing in every mirror, offering a bulky bicep for you to squeeze just to watch you squirm on more than one occasion, leaning over both you and your boyfriend, crushing you in unnecessary group hugs.

"How's that sound, baby?" Kenma muttered against your ear, speaking in that low tone he knew you liked.

Face burning hot, you stared at the floor until Kuroo filled your vision. His chest was blocking your ability to ignore him, to try thinking clearly enough to maybe say something back.

Kenma was keeping you still, one arm around your middle, the other hand rested under one of your breasts, "You can touch him. It's okay."

They shared a look you couldn't see.

"I won't bite anymore," Kuroo whispered. He kissed the top of your head as an apology, of sorts.

He lifted your wrist and placed it onto his sculpted stomach. It was a safe move, because it did help you calm down and give you something to look at. You weren't sure if you'd be able to look him in the eye ever again.

Your heart was still racing, but you did want to touch him. Both of your hands slid over his impressive body, thumbs prodding harder into the bulky muscle you weren't so used to- the type of grabbing and groping you had always been curious about. The back of your hand brushed his dark happy trail, your breath clipped at how his v-line dove deep into his sweats.

"Kemma," He muttered, breathy, over your head, keeping your hand right there, at his waistband.

You missed whatever exchange they must've had outside of your focus, but you were right on time to turn and watch them kiss.

Mouth open, you watched, shamelessly turned on, at the steamy exchange of tongue and spit, past and power between them right next to your head.

Nothing about that was unsure in nature. You could have been convinced that they kissed frequently.

Kuroo's hand kept yours barred on his tummy so you couldn't let him go- his other hand slipped between you and Kenma, pulling possessively at the small of your back. Kenma was also pulling you harder, closer, and you felt his hand slide onto your neck.

He usually did that when he wanted comfort- but it felt different for blur of reasons here.

They were both holding tightly onto you, but kissing each other. It nearly gave you whiplash, how fast it simplified things.

The way Kuroo parted, jaw flexed, a little flare on his nostrils in restraint was outrageously sexy. His narrowed, drunken eyes looked to you.

Your wall was back up, immediately- but you couldn't move, so you took his kiss, anyway.

His lips were wet and warm with the faint taste of Kenma. And he was making himself busy at he curve of your neck, noisily sucking and biting that little sensitive spot where it dipped into your shoulder, where he knew you held all of your stress.

"Mmnh-!"

Your uncontrollable sound was eaten right up, and Kuroo was able to get his tongue in your mouth, all clumsy, needy, like he just wanted to be inside of you no matter the method. He pushed your hand further into his pants and -of course- he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Did they kiss just to get you to this spot? The thought was concerning, but fleeting.

You gasped when he finally parted- for air, at Kenma's mouth, and the brief, unintentional brush against his cock.

Your hand shot back out of his pants, and though it looked like a struggle for him, he didn't continue trying to keep your wrist hostage. Kuroo didn't have much patience. The way he showed his passion sided closer to some kind of underlying bitterness, if anything.

A big, loud, tingly kiss to your neck, "He's good, huh?"

You glanced at Kuroo- he watched Kenma, a toothy smirk on his handsome face, like that compliment truly resonated somewhere.

"Yeah," You sighed, still scratchy. You hadn't used your voice in a while.

His arms slipped from you, a small lull in all the intensity for a position shift. You went maybe half a second with neither of them touching you- Kuroo scooped you up just as you were moving to take your seat on your boyfriend's lap.

"What're you thinkin', buddy?"

He held you like a display for him, both hands cupping your tits, a few giggly pecks to the top of your head.

"Wanna know what's goin' on in that brain of yours," His mutter felt aggressive against your scalp, making you feel a bit meek, yielding to his greedy touch.

Kenma scanned your intertwined bodies with a calculated, muted (as most of his emotions read), excitement you had rarely ever seen before.

What he had in mind was inventive, certainly not your first thought, but it was in your favor.

Your concern was quelled as you saw his little idea into action- he could handle more weight than you thought, as Kuroo straddled him, a little amused smile on his face. He took in the view of you perched atop Kenma's face, your hands crossed delicately on his chest.

The idea was so you would have to look at Kuroo.

He caught the hickeys scattered along your shoulder and neck.

"Damn Kemma, that's pretty gnarly," Kuroo's finger slipped over your skin and you flinched, "You sure that's gonna heal before class?"

Kenma shrugged underneath you, another kiss over that already tingly, sensitive bud. You tried to shift away, but he barred his arms over your hips to kept you in place. You had to brave the sensation, this position, longer.

"That's the point," Mumbled against you. Kuroo smirked at how your form broke, a curve to your spine already.

A big, slow lap at your pussy was just what you needed- all this grabbing and pinching and bruising, you just needed some head at this point.

Your moan, light, fluttery, and soft, had his attention locked.

Kuroo's thumb was gentle -not quite as gentle as Kenma- brushing your cheek, the rest of his fingers curled lightly under your jaw. You could look at those shoulders, that thick neck, his veiny forearms all day, but it was just different, difficult, having to meet his face.

"Ohh, you gotta learn to look at me, babydoll," His thumb was lowered, swiped across your glossy lip, his voice bittersweet, "Or we're gonna have a tough time."

It was like looking at him would make it more real. To your defense, it did- every time. You hated that he was using it as a way to get at you, because now he wouldn't give it up.

Finally, a kiss you didn't move away from.

His height gave him the advantage of being able to lean across the distance comfortably. You got to sit 'still' on Kenma's skilled tongue.

Since you weren't making it an unnecessary struggle this time, he was softer. Or, he was just trying to prove he could play the 'good guy,' too. He stroked himself over his sweats to the sounds you spilled across his mouth.

It only took a minute for him to move away from you, clambering off of the mattress, temporarily--

"'Ey bud- I'm takin' my pants off- I can't stand this shit."

You looked away as he stripped, so quick, so eager to get back to his kisses.

There was a clouded, dreamy haze in your vision at his slow, methodical circles. It was impossible to sit straight, but you knew Kenma could take a bit of weight on his chest.

"M-mmnh-ah,"

It took a second for your brain to catch up to everything, but when you replayed how he announced his actions, you really liked that he was, in a way, deferring to Kenma.

"Thaat's better," He groaned, lowering in a silly way to look at your pleasure-drunk expression, "Hm."

He looked down at Kenma, a palm gliding over the lines in his stomach. The muscle underneath danced, twitchy, and sensitive.

"Does he feel good, babygirl?"

You nodded, a weak, "Mh-mm, ah-!"

Kuroo seethed at the sound and quickened his pumping hand, "Ohh- you wanna tell him how good he feels?"

As his eyes trailed down your pretty, weakening form, he barely stopped himself from touching the tent in Kenma's pants. Instead, he kept his second hand gripping his hip bone, probing the skin there.

"Mmh-!" You cried, stooping forward with a tremble.

The little pitiful, embarrassed expression on your face was deserving of another kiss, however fleeting.

"Go 'head. Tell'm, baby."

Kenma must've loved the idea, because he made it intentionally difficult for you to get your words out. It was huffy, and broken, and interrupted by a quick, higher whine or two- but you did manage to tell him how perfect he felt, just like Kuroo wanted.

He didn't notice your reaction to his quiet, natural, "Good girl."

A couple of taps let you know to take your weight off of him. You were shaky, close, and already embarrassed, by that time, though.

Kuroo helped by keeping you upright and supported as Kenma slid out from his position.

"You are sooo cute," He cooed, a big hand squishing your face up so you couldn't avoid another kiss.

He liked smothering you with attention, in the absence of his more intense habits. It felt like you were dealing with cuteness-aggression, unable to wriggle out of his hold.

Your attempts were always half-assed, since it was everything you wanted. The subtle pushing, evading his kisses, little dissatisfied huffs, were more about the principle of not letting him treat you however he wanted. Kenma always put you first. You didn't want Kuroo's sudden presence to change that.

Since he knew you wouldn't touch him, he just stroked himself, between your bodies. It only worked to get him more frustrated at how difficult you were.

"Could you-- damn," Kenma did a double-take at his friend's dick, and left it at that, "Could you lay down?"

Kuroo liked his role. He liked his dick getting praised, too. His smile was unshakable, as he followed along and adjusted per Kenma's nudging. He looked up at him once more when you were prompted to sit on his lap.

Though your pussy was aching for something more, after an hour of essentially just on-and-off foreplay -especially a fan of the big, hunky addition to the bedroom beneath you-, you only hovered until Kenma weighed your hips the rest of the way down.

Kuroo was whiny, speaking only to his friend, "Why won't she look at me?"

He looked at you, "Aren't we friends?"

You grew warm, shuddery at that call-out and the fact that he caught you staring at his abs again.

A good distraction was Kenma, finally taking those stupid sweatpants off; you leaned towards him, quick to pump his cock and treat him well to a flurry of kisses.

He looked sleepy, satisfied with how easily you paid him attention.

His question was mumbled against your lips, a way od depriving you of your last kiss, "Why won't you look at Kuroo, hm?"

You squinted and sighed, a thoughtful effort on your brow until you felt the addictive, slick sensation of Kuroo's cock sliding against your folds, bumping your clit just right.

He was such a tease- he knew what he was doing, when he did it. He wanted to cut you off and smirked at his success.

An uneven whine- your hands landed on top of Kuroo's, swallowing up the crease of your thighs, hips, and ass with his outrageously big fingers.

"You should be nicer to him," He placed a gentle kiss to your cheek and left your side, opting to get behind you.

Kenma guided you by the shoulder to lean forward, face-to-face with Kuroo, knocked to your elbows. He pressed himself against your entrance.

"Oooh, what'd I tell ya?" He spoke right through Kenma sinking deeper into your pussy, finally filling you up, and still rocked his own cock against your clit, "You gonna- ah, look at me now? Or are you about to make this hard?"

You and Kuroo were in similar roles, in the way that you had no idea what Kenma was thinking, or why he did it, aside from speculation.

"A-ahh-!" You gasped, brow furrowed at how much you needed him, how much better this felt with Kuroo here, really here, instead of just in your fantasies.

The stretch, the delayed gratification of finally taking him, loosened your personal reigns a little. You wanted to see how his friend liked it.

It was difficult, but you managed to take in his handsome, dark features while Kenma filled you over and over again. His jaw was tight, flexed, as he bit the inside of his cheek. His eyes never looked endearing but they were clearly narrowed on purpose, focused and tense at your decision to keep your attention on him only now.

He was so jealous that it looked like he was struggling more than you. You loved watching it play out in his eyes, having to sit there and listen to you get railed right in front of him.

"You've got such a pretty little slut for a girlfriend-," He quelled his hunger for you with a quick, harsh kiss, muttering just between you, "Lucky bastard."

Kenma stayed deep, just barely rolling his hips with a sigh. You choked out a moan against Kuroo's frown.

There was an enviable ease to his words.

"I know."

This whole mess of a dynamic was unfolding and taking different shapes the more you all switched, resisted, or accepted your roles.

He was deep, and you were taking him so well that he wasn't as slow, or as soft as he usually opted for. The audience present gave him just a small kick of energy that he used to be a little harder with you.

"Koz-ume--!" You begged, "Mmh- slo-w-- slower..."

He didn't slow down because he knew you were only being theatrical. The intention behind his willful ignorance, still made you search for something, somebody, that would listen. It left you holding onto Kuroo for comfort instead, squeezing him closer to you, mumbling your incoherent whines past his ear.

In the process, his greedy, pinchy hands became more sympathetic, as he had to hold you still. His frown became occupied with shushes and little pecks to your shoulder, and he eventually had wrapped his arms around you, like a hug.

"You're takin' him soo well, babygirl," His low mutter did nothing to soothe you. It only made you want to cum to the sound of his voice. He rubbed over the scratches Kenma had been busy raking across your back.

"Soo fuckin' good."

Neither of you were ready to part, not yet- but Kenma pulled you out of his arms. He hugged you to his own chest, stalling deep inside of you, stuffing your poor pussy with a cruel thrust.

Again, one of those instances that wouldn't be replicated as easily with a big difference in height.

He was breathy, but he didn't stutter: "You gonna be nice to him?"

His hand squeezed your neck, his eyes steady from you, to Kuroo. Your breath was labored, your eyes narrowed, wanting, down at him.

"Hm?"

In the stillness, you could feel the extra wet running down your legs and wondered if you'd ever be so perfectly turned on again.

A managed a higher, breathier, "Yes," and he loosened his grip, letting you back onto Kuroo. Though he hadn't gotten any, he was more than satisfied with how pliable it made you.

You couldn't stop looking at him now.

He kept his grip tight on you, in case Kenma wanted to try taking you away again. His kisses had more depth, more appreciation. As hot as it was seeing Kenma so assertive, he hated being left out in the cold.

"That's too bad."

Was a phrase that both of you, even in spite of your stimulation, paused at. Your lip was hesitantly let go from its place between Kuroo's teeth. He gave him a dirty look as you burrowed your head into his giant shoulder.

Kenma was toneless, void of empathy, "You wanted to third, didn't you?"

Kuroo's expression shattered- the tension in his whole face dissipating into a thousand little pieces for about two seconds, as he tried to decipher what he meant, how he meant it, and how he should take that.

"I'm kidding-" Kenma snickered, still speaking through his fluttery, cute giggle as he addressed you, "You still wanna fuck Kuroo?"

It really hit home, for both of you, that none of this was going to work without Kenma being decidedly cool about a lot of things.

"Yes," Spilled from your lips, muffled against Kuroo's hot skin- you repeated yourself, shakily pushing yourself up for good measure, "Fuck yes."

A 'See? I told you so,' look to Kuroo. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to deal with an emptiness that altogether worsened your clingy exterior.

Kuroo's jealousy had softened to appreciation, and your apprehension traded spots with a need for attention. Kenma liked the control of facilitating it all.

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Learn To Love Me

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Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 25k

Warnings - smut, angst and fluff

‘You nervous?’

‘A little bit’ you answered, twiddling your thumbs nervously as you sat on the end of your bed for the evening. Whenever you had a night out planned like you had tonight, you liked to splash out on a nice hotel room so you didn’t have to worry about getting home at stupid o’clock and this hotel was always your favourite.

‘It’s just Mason, what’s there to be worried about?’ You heard from the bathroom and when your best friend Betsy walked back out all dressed up you felt even worse because now you knew you couldn't back out even if you wanted to.

‘I know I know, it’s just… What if he doesn’t want to? Then the whole plan is ruined’ you told her as she took a seat next to you in order to put her shoes on and you knew she was about to be as persistent as usual.

‘Trust me, he will. You look hot and that boy will eat you up. Let’s head over early and get some drinks down you, yeah? I bet you’ll feel better about it with a bit of liquid courage’ she told you and all you could do was nod. ‘I’m just popping to the loo and we’ll head over okay?’

Whilst Betsy was gone you sent Mason a quick text, thinking if you did that you definitely couldn’t back out and not even a minute after you’d sent it he’d replied.

How you’d managed to get yourself into this situation, only you knew

Mason was a friend from school, but you liked to use the term friend lightly. You had a few classes together and whilst you were always polite to him you weren’t exactly besties, only really talking because your best friend at the time and his were dating on and off so you were around each other sometimes. Your parents also sort of knew each other too and sometimes you’d see him outside of school but apart from that he was like any other person you went to school with.

Except he had a big fat crush on you and everyone knew it.

It was the worst kept secret at school, but you ignored the heart eyes and longing looks he’d often send your way and pretend like you didn’t know. You knew he was getting stick for it and you actually found it admirable that he wasn’t backing down and denying his feelings but he wasn’t your type at all and you knew no matter how hard you tried you’d never feel the same for him.

How you’d both ended up in Manchester was a bit of a mystery. When you both lived at home, Manchester seemed like the furthest place away in the world yet here you were, Mason playing for man united and you, running your parents business so they could have an easy time back home.

You couldn’t deny they deserved it. Back when your dad was your age he opened up a record store in Portsmouth that was still going strong, however he soon transitioned from selling vinyls into making them. Opening up a factory in Manchester as it was cheaper than near you but they were able to manage from home and at one point he was the market leader. Things had slowed down when you were growing up as they fell out of fashion but now they were back on the rise and business was booming.

You knew why they’d put you in charge, them telling you it was because you were the eldest sibling so therefore the business was yours to take over but you knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Your younger sister Suzi was the one blessed with all the brains and therefore it would be 10x easier for her to get a job rather than a sixth form drop out like yourself.

You’d been fully in charge of the factory on your own for three years now after you’d spent a few years learning everything from your parents and whilst the business hadn’t grown at all, it also wasn't failing and you took that as a sign of a win. If you were completely honest with yourself, you knew why the business was the way it was and you knew it was your fault but at this moment in time it didn’t bother you too much. You were happy living away from everyone and getting to reinvent yourself whilst you spent your money that you probably didn’t deserve.

It probably didn’t help that you didn’t have much of a team helping you run things. You had an assistant named Flo who was basically running the business for you but your right hand woman was Betsy. You’d met her in a club toilet one night, bonding over the designer bag you had with you and by the end of the night you’d hired her. Betsy came from a well off family and had never had a job before so when you told her you were looking for some help she jumped at the chance to join you but you both knew with her around you wouldn’t be working.

She was much help at all, you spent more time having lunch and having ‘business meetings’ than actually doing what you were supposed to be but she was your best friend in Manchester and she was helping you live the life you’d always wanted.

It's not that you didn’t care, the company made you a lot of money to fund the life you wanted so it’s not like you were happy about the fact it was flat lining but you weren’t really in the mood to help fix the situation either. You knew you had to grow the business but that would cut into the time you spent with your friends so you just… didn’t.

Since moving here, you and Mason had grown a little closer. He was relentless sometimes, liking all your instagram posts and replying to your stories with the heart eyes emoji. You'd often see each other on nights out as you ran in the same circles, money always attracted money and everyone would comment on how love sick Mason seemed with you but you just brushed it off. Accepting the bottles of water he’d get you at the end of each party and letting him know you were fine to get back to your hotel safe when it was just you left. Most of his friends knew you’d known each other growing up and some of them were really trying hard to get you to give him a chance but you just didn’t have it in you. Your eyes only set on one man.

Ross was a music agent you’d met at an event around a year ago and after six months of putting the work in and trying to catch his eye, he agreed to take you out.

He was handsome and successful and everything you wanted in a guy. You both spent your time partying and wasting your money on silly things but he was yours and you were his. He was fun and exciting and seemed like the missing piece to your life up here. That was until earlier that week when he told you he didn’t see things going anywhere and that he wanted to end it. Following it up by spending that evening in a club with a load of random girls before posting pictures of himself with them draped all over him on his stories.

You found them the next morning after having spent the night in tears, a sticky and uncomfortable feeling migrating over your skin as you saw his hands on a girl's waist in one picture whilst they were on a different girl's bum in the next. You couldn’t face looking anymore and quickly shut your phone off but it didn’t stop the tears from silently streaming down your face as you hid your face in your pillow and tried to block the world out.

‘What am I gonna do, Betsy? My life is over’ you huffed later that day. Flopping down onto your bed next to her in hopes you’d get a bit of sympathy from her but her nose was stuck in her phone like usual. She’d invited herself over after you’d sent her the pictures but right now you wished you were on your own again.

‘You’re life isn’t over, stop being so dramatic’ she sighed but you didn’t have a chance to respond. Your phone buzzing by your side and you quickly sat up and opened it in hopes it was Ross messaging you to apologise.

‘Oh great, even bloody Mason’s messaging me now’ you huffed. Falling back again and covering your eyes with your arm but you could hear Betsy’s stupid laugh from next to you.

‘Oh no, not a hot footballer. Whatever will you do?’ She asked sarcastically and you knew she was rolling her eyes at you. ‘Of course he is, that boys like a love sick puppy when it comes to you’

‘Don’t remind me’ you grumbled. Not wanting to think about that right this second as Mason was the least of your worries.

‘You know you could always use that to your advantage’ Betsy told you. Turning on her side and moving your arm away from your eyes so you could look at each other but you didn’t understand the expression on her face.

‘What do you mean?’

‘What’s the one thing you could do that always had Ross running back to you?’ She asked but as hard as you tried, your mind was blank.

‘I don’t know’ you shrugged and she rolled her eyes at you playfully like it was obvious.

‘Oh come on girl. Another guy so much as looked your way and he couldn't take it’ she told you and you couldn’t help but agree. He barely let you look at another boy when you were out with him even if you were all out together. It was annoying sometimes but you just figured it was because he loved you so much and wanted you all for himself.

There was an odd look on Betsy’s face, a bit like she was scheming something and when you raised your eyebrows at her she sent you a devilish smile.

‘Why don’t you and Mason take a few cheeky pictures together and let Ross accidentally see them? He’d be yours again in no time I bet’ she suggested and her idea shocked you. Wondering if she was right and it would make Ross come running back but there was something about that just didn’t sit right with you.

‘When you say a few cheeky pictures? Do you mean …?’

‘You need to fuck him, babe’ she told you matter of factly and you couldn’t stop the frown that took over your face.

‘You think? That seems a bit harsh on Mason and won’t he think it’s weird if I’m suddenly all over him?‘

‘So butter him up a bit? He’s so hung up on you I bet he’d take whatever you gave him’ she told you nonchalantly and just like always you were starting to see her point of view. Mason was probably the easiest person to help you get Ross back and it’s like you were besties anyway so he shouldn’t be too upset.

‘He’ll probably be out with the boys at the weekend right?’ You questioned but Betsy just shrugged.

‘Text him back and ask. I bet he’ll be there if you are’ she reassured you and you quickly sat up in ordered to text him back.

‘He said he’ll come’ you told her, a wide but devious smile spreading over her face and you knew she was pleased with herself.

‘Told you it would be easy’

‘I don’t know Betsy, I might have to think about this’ you told her. Hearing her sigh behind you before shuffling down your bed to sit with you and when she placed her arm around you shoulder you rested your head on hers.

‘Babe, listen. You realise who this is right?’ She questioned but just shrugged. ‘Mason's a rich footballer with girls after him all the time. He’s probably got a whole list he can pick from and he’ll just be happy he got a chance with you. Don’t overthink it, yeah? I’m sure he’ll be over it and onto the next one quicker than you think’

‘Yeah?’

‘Of course. You know what these footballers are like he’s probably got a whole phone book of girls he can call up and no doubt he will be doing just that after you've slept with him. He’s just a boy at the end of the day and they’re all the same’

You knew Betsy was trying to downplay the situation to make it easier for you and whilst it was working to a certain extent you were still a little uncomfortable about it all. You’d never had a one night stand before let alone done it for payback so this felt like a whole new world to you.

You didn’t want to think about it too much more but you knew you had to go through with it if you wanted Ross back so you booked a hotel room like usual in hopes you could lure him back there and got to work on what you were going to say to him.

You knew it was only a few days later but time seemed to be faster than it ever had been and as soon as Betsy was out of the loo the pair of you went out for some pre drinks in the hotel bar before making your way over to the club you had arranged to meet him at.

You saw him straight away, standing with the boys over the back but you’d barely been inside for two minutes and you couldn’t help but notice the way he kept checking his phone. Wondering if he was checking in to see if you’d messaged him so after a quick once over and an final pep talk from Betsy you made your way over to him.

‘Hi Mason’ you smiled, tapping his shoulder so he’d look at you and when his eyes finally landed on your face you watched him flush under the dim light. His mouth slightly agape as he couldn’t quite find the words to say to you but you made the first move and pulled him in for a hug. The smell of his aftershave was seemingly the same one he’d worn when you were growing up and it was like you were instantly transported back to being 14 again. Your eyes pricking as a sense of home flooded you and your grip on him tightened a touch as this was the first proper hug you’d had from someone since the news broke. You didn’t realise how much you needed one and he squeezed you back just as tightly. ‘Thanks for coming’ you smiled as you pulled away. Noticing he looked more with it now but he was still blushing like a fool.

‘You all on your own? Where’s Buster or whatever her name is?’ Mason asked and you couldn’t help but laugh as you led him over to your little table and took a seat opposite him.

‘Betsy’ you smiled, watching him shrug like he wasn’t that bothered. ‘She’s around somewhere’

‘Fair enough. I’m surprised you wanted to see me’ he laughed awkwardly and you knew you had to turn the charm on a little bit to convince him you weren’t up to anything. Betsy’s words from earlier still fresh in your mind and as you looked back up at him you sent him a gentle smile In hopes he’d believe everything you were about to say.

‘Well it’s times like these you work out who your true friends are’ you told him. Implying that he was the only person to come forward in your hour of need and you could tell he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. ‘I know we don’t talk too much but you know I appreciate you right? Now more than ever. Maybe we can use this as a turning point?’

‘I’d like that’ he whispered, a grateful smile on his face as he was so happy that you finally wanted to give him some of your time and you couldn’t deny you thought he was being really cute. ‘But it’s okay, we’re both busy people and I know it’s not always possible to talk like we did when we were 13. Even though I’m still convinced you hated me back then’

‘I never hated you’ you giggled and this time you were telling the truth, you’d never hated Mason you just never took the time to work out if you could like him as you always had your focus on someone else. ‘I was just a moody teenager’

‘Oh yeah? What’s your excuse now?’ He teased, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he raised his brows at you but it was the shit eating grin that let you know he was just joking.

‘Meanie’ you pouted but he was quick you place his hand on your bare knee and give it a squeeze. You didn’t give him a chance to pull away though as you seized your opportunity and placed your hand over his and threaded your fingers together. Looking up just in time to see him gulping heavily as he looked down at your conjoined hands and you knew then and there you had him right where you wanted him.

You sat with him for hours but it only felt like minutes, talking about everything from what you’d been up to lately to how much you missed home and how you hated that you couldn't see the sea from your office here like you could back in Portsmouth.

It was obvious he was really listening and was constantly asking you questions about yourself which you were more than happy to answer. Between Ross and Betsy you never got a word in sometimes and whenever you did talk you had the feeling it was going in one ear and out the other so it was nice to be sat and listened to for once. The night was soon coming to a close though and you knew you had to kick things up a notch in order to get him to agree to come back with you.

‘I’ve enjoyed this tonight’ you smiled up at him. More truth to your words than you even realised and as he nodded down at you, you shuffled a little closer into his body and placed a hand on his knee. ‘You know, I’m only staying across the road. Do you fancy coming back for a bit? We can have another drink and carry on… talking’ you all but purred into his ear. His body going stiff as you turned your body to face his and you could tell his eyes were dark with desire.

‘Oh? I don’t know-‘

‘Why not?’ You pouted. Running your fingers gently up his thigh to try and tease him and even in the dark you could see that his pupils had blown out. Eyes glued to yours as you gently caressed him but it was the way he was taking shallow breaths through his slightly agape mouth that let you know this was a lot for him.

‘I’m not sure’ he whispered. His voice scared like he knew what was about to happen but you knew it wouldn’t take much more to break him and make him come back to your room.

'I thought you knew me Mase.. and you know I always get what I want’ you told him. Walking your fingers up his chest until you reached his neck and you watched his eyes flutter shut as you scratched the back of his head gently as you pulled his face closer to yours. 'You're not gonna deny me what I want, are you?'

'No'

'So you'll come up to my room? And we can carry on... talking' You whispered. Lips ghosting his jaw before kissing just below his ear and from the way he was gripping your waist you knew the effect you were having on him.

'Okay'

'Good boy'

If the music hadn't been so loud you might have been able to hear the small whimper that left his lips at your words. All the breath from his lungs expelling at once as he tried to control himself but there was something about you that always had him wanting more.

‘Just let me say bye to the boys and we’ll go’

‘Meet back here in five?’ You questioned, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, you watched him disappear into the crowd.

‘That was impressive’ you suddenly heard behind you. Turning to see Betsy looking at you with a proud smile and you took a calming breath in her presence. Switching off the persona you’d had turned on whilst Mason was around and you were thankful to see her as you needed a pep talk. ‘I would say I can’t believe how well you’re playing him but I actually can. Like I knew he was in love with you but damn girl he’s obsessed’

‘Are you sure I’m doing the right thing?’ You gulped, nerves hitting you with full force but the determined look on her face perked you up a bit.

‘Of course you are’ she grinned. ‘You can’t back out now’

‘I’m just nervous’ you shrugged. ‘Maybe going the whole way isn’t necessary? If I get some pictures of us like close but not-‘

‘No no, that’s not the plan’ Betsy cut in, her brows drawn together in what looked like frustration. ‘Ross won’t care if you’re just pictured together. You need more, okay? Come on you’ve put most of the work in, now’s the fun part. Even if you don’t get pictures or whatever the best way to get over someone is by getting under someone else’ she winked. ‘I know you can do this’

‘You’re right, I can’ you nodded. Clearing your mind of all your doubts and with a quick hug and a kiss goodbye Betsy was off. Leaving you to wait for Mason on your own but he wasn’t too far away. Making his way back to you with Luke by his side and you couldn’t miss the looks they were exchanging.

You’d known Luke for a few years now and you knew he’d taken up the big brother role when Mason had moved here. The pair of them clearly disagreeing about Mason leaving with you but Mason wasn’t going down without a fight. The pair of them eventually saying goodbye before Mason came back to you and when you reached out he took your hand instantly. Following behind you as you made your way outside and over to the hotel opposite.

You kept him close the whole way up to your room. Standing in front of him and wrapping his arm across your body in the lift so he was forced to cuddle you but when he caged you in with the other you knew he was game. Taking every chance he couldn’t be close to you by the looks of it and you knew you could use this to your advantage.

‘Make yourself comfortable, I’m just gonna get changed quickly. I feel like a sausage trapped in this dress’ you joked nervously and you finally entered your room. Wondering now you were in here if you could actually do it but as you set your phone down a new notification from Betsy flashed up on screen.

She was right, you did and all you needed was to put your brave face on to get into the mood and the rest would be easy. It’s not like you were sleeping with an ogre and even if this had no effect on Ross then at least you were about to have a bit of fun for the evening.

You stripped yourself down to your underwear, keeping your shoes on still as you propped yourself up on the side next to the sink and once you were happy with how your boobs looked in your bra you took a deep breath and put your game face on.

‘Hey Mase? You think you could come in here a sec?’ You called. Sitting back on your hands and pushing your chest out whilst crossing one leg over the other and as soon as he rounded inside to the bathroom his face was one of shock and awe.

‘W-what are you doing?’

‘I can’t get my shoes off, do you think you could help?’ You asked. Biting your lip seductively as you batted your lashes at him but he didn't need asking twice. Cautiously walking over as you extended your leg for him to hold and as soon as his fingers clasped around your ankle you felt a shiver roll through you.

He was so gentle and delicate as he held you. Carefully undoing the clasp and setting it on the floor so he could make a start on the other and you kept your eyes on his face the whole time. Watching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose flush while his tongue slipped from between his lips to concentrate on the task at hand.

Once he was done and had released your leg you were ready for phase two. Spreading your thighs and beckoning him over with your finger until he was positioned right up against you and you rested your hands on his strong chest as you sent him what you hoped was an alluring smile.

‘Thank you’

‘That’s okay’ he replied softly. Gripping your thighs gently as he looked down at you. ‘You need a hand down?’

‘Yes please’ you nodded. Letting him grip your waist as he gently picked you up and placed you on the floor but you were quick to turn and face the mirror so his crotch was now tightly nestled against your bum and the feel of him excited you. Hard against your soft skin but rather than step away his hands wrapped themselves around your waist as he hid his face in your neck.

‘Are you trying to give me a heart attack’

‘Not quite’ you chuckled, carefully reaching for your phone that was sat on the side and as he held you close and you quickly snapped your first picture of the night.

‘Hey Mase? There's a bottle of wine in the mini fridge, will you pour me a glass?’ You asked. Feeling him nod into your neck before he straightened up a bit and as he placed a quick kiss to your temple you felt your knees wobble slightly.

‘Okay’ he smiled, looking up at you in the mirror and you were ready to up the ante again.

‘Thank you brown eyes’ you whispered and you knew you’d got him as his face turned redder than you’d ever seen it before.

‘You better make sure you’ve got some more clothes on when you come back out’ he winked just before he left and as soon as he was out of sight you let out a breath. This was going better than planned and you were actually really enjoying being around him so you excitedly threw on an old baggy t-shirt you’d packed to sleep in and went in search of him again.

He wasn’t hard to spot, sat on the sofa at the end of your bed as he twiddled his thumbs and you noticed your glass of wine he’d poured you sat on the coffee table next to a bottle of water he’d opened.

‘You don’t want something a bit stronger?’

‘Best not, I’ll get killed if I get caught drinking loads’ he nodded and you sent him an understanding nod as you fell into the spot next to him.

‘Well if you change your mind you know where it is’ you smiled as you placed your hand on his knee and turned to him. ‘Now where were we?’

You fell back into conversation pretty easily, but you couldn’t stop your hands from wandering this time. Lightly tracing your fingers up and down his arm and you watched in delight as his skin became covered in goosebumps. His speech a little distracted and stuttery and you continued to brush against his skin and when you took the plunge to scratch over the back of his head you noticed his eyes flutter closed in delight.

You were surprised at how handsy he was in return to. He’d always come across as touchy when he was around other people and you’d noticed he was always grabbing peoples shoulders or patting their backs but with you he never pushed your boundaries. Seemingly with you making the moves on him though it was giving him the push to stroke your thighs and waist and you could see it in his eyes he wanted more of you but you knew he was still unsure of himself.

‘You seem nervous, Mase’ you teased. His eyes flashing up to yours for a brief moment before he looked away and shrugged his shoulders.

‘I’m fine’

‘You sure? I can get you another drink, our secret?’ You teased before you put the idea of something more on the table for him to see how he reacted. ‘Or you know I can always… relax you In other ways’

‘Oh um-‘

‘You know, you’re cute when you’re scared’ you winked, watching his face and the back of his neck flush and when you flicked his nose lightly he looked at you in a mix of fright and awe.

You knew he wasn’t about to brush everything off and give you what you wanted, you knew it was you that had to initiate whatever was about to happen and you figured now would be the perfect time. Flinging your leg across his lap so you could straddle his thighs but his hands on your hips as he steadied you made your inside swirl.

You weren’t sure where to start but it was hard not to touch him. You could tell just from the way his clothes sat on him that his body was insane and you’d been aching for a peek of him upclose ever since he’d held you in the bathroom so you went bulldozing in knowing he wouldn't stop you. Running your hands up his chest to his neck before dipping your hands into his open shirt so you could push it from his shoulders and the sight and feel of him sent a tingle through you in a way no one else had.

‘Where have you been hiding these bad boys’ you smiled. Fingers trailing over his toned biceps before you lent forward. Your lips landing on his collarbone so you could kiss inwards until you reached the base of his throat and lick a stripe up his neck but you weren’t expecting his voice to sound as hoarse as it did when he spoke next l.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Just exploring a little, you don’t mind do you?’ You murmured as you kissed the length of his neck but you could tell by the way he was holding you tightly that he didn’t at all.

‘N-no I don’t’ he sighed, sounding like he was in bliss and all you wanted was to hear what other noises he could make but soon enough you felt his nose nudge the side of your head and you were looking up into his blown out eyes. ‘Are you sure about this’

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

‘Well Ross-‘

‘Is nothing to me. I don’t care about him or what he’s doing or anything. We’ve been over for a while and I’m just over the whole thing I swear. I just wanna let loose a bit and I was hoping you’d be up for joining me’ you confirmed and the slight smile on his lips filled you with confidence.

‘Okay’ he whispered sweetly. ‘I just don’t want you to regret anything’

‘Mason, what can I do to make you stop worrying?’ You asked, gently gripping his hands so you could move them to rest on your bum and when he gave your cheeks a soft squeeze you felt your eyes roll back in your head. ‘How about I just keep going, yeah?’ You offered. Reaching for his shirt so you could remove it fully and once he was sat in just his vest you couldn't wait to get the rest off of him. ‘You smell so good’ you murmured and you attached your lips back to his neck, feeling his hands go straight back to your bum.

As much as you wanted to kiss him, you kept your lips on his neck as he seemed to be enjoying what you were doing. Licking and kissing his skin before sucking gently at the base of his neck and you knew you had him just where you wanted him.

‘You want me to be a bad girl? Or a good girl’ you whispered as you kissed your way back up his neck and you knew instantly what he wanted he wanted from the way he groaned in your ear. ‘Ah, good girl it is’

‘Go lay down’ he told you as he pulled you away from him. His voice gentle but firm at the same time and as you felt a thrill run through you as he squeezed your bum. Mason was always so kind and sweet with you so to see him switch up like this a little bit was exciting and the fact he wasn’t telling you no made you giggle.

You did what he said and let him help you up but before you went any further you stripped yourself of the t-shirt you were wearing so you were back in just the underwear from before and you knew he was watching your every move until you were out of sight.

It took him a second to come and join you. His shoulders tense and it looked as though he was giving himself a mental pep talk before he stood up and joined you. His knee resting on the end of the bed as he looked in your eyes and you knew he was getting ready to climb up with you.

‘You wanna be a good girl for me, huh?’ He questioned. His eyes trailing over your exposed skin and it only really hit you then that he was still basically fully clothed apart from the open shirt you’d removed from him earlier. The belted trousers accentuating his little waist and all you could think about was undoing it and ridding him of everything he had on.

‘For now, yes’ you told him, watching him shake his head as he giggled. A sense of triumph washing over you that you’d made him laugh but soon enough he had his game face back on and he tapped one of your ankles.

‘Well good girls, they don’t talk back’ he told you, gently moving your legs apart so he could kneel in between them and you made sure to mime zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key which he appeared to be amused by. You didn’t miss the way his eyes were still exploring you though and as he placed his hands by your ribs and hovered himself directly over you it was like you could feel the air thicken instantly. Reaching out to place your hands on his broad shoulders but he just tutted and shook his head as he caught on to what you were about to do.

‘Nuh uh, good girls ask for permission’ he whispered and your spine tingled in anticipation. You’d barely gotten started and Mason was already making you feel like you couldn’t take anymore, a whole new side of him that you’d never seen and you couldn’t deny you were excited by it.

‘Can I touch you?’ You asked quietly and the subtle nod of his head was all you needed to reach out and run your fingers over his arms as he hovered himself down a bit further and began to kiss your cheek and along to your ear. Each press of his lips made you throb and when he began to trail his lips even further down you ran your fingers through his hair to hold him in place as you began to wrap your legs around him.

‘Good girls also say please and thank you’ he mumbled against your neck and soon enough his eyes were locked on yours as his face hovered directly above you again. ‘So what do you say?’

‘Please’

‘Please what?’ He demanded, bumping his nose with yours softly and you could barely catch your breath.

‘Please fuck me, Mase’ you whimpered, sounding more desperate that you intended too but he’d managed to work you up in such a short space of time it’s like you’d lost all control of yourself. It seemed to have the desired effect though as his dark eyes rolled back in his head and you knew he was feeling exactly the same until his face returned to how it had been all night.

‘Soon okay? I wanna play with you first‘ he murmured and the groan that left your lips was unholy.

‘M-Mase? Can I have a kiss first?’ You asked shyly. Suddenly feeling a little unsure of yourself but as his face softened you knew you were fine. Watching him get comfortable next to you so he could hover slightly beside you as he brushed the hair out of your eyes but before he was leaning in you knew he was about to ask you that dreaded question again.

‘You sure this is what you want?’

‘I couldn’t be more sure. Please just kiss me’ you told him. Your voice determined as you really couldn’t take another second without his lips on yours but he didn’t need telling again. Dipping his head slowly to drop a soft kiss to your lips but you didn’t give him a chance to pull away too far. Your hand on the back of his head as your fingers got lost in his hair so you could pull him back down and as he moaned into your mouth you had to stop yourself from doing the same.

It was obvious from the way he was kissing you he’d been waiting a while for this. His focus just on you as he cupped your jaw but there was no way you were moving away from him as he kissed better than you imagined. He kissed better than anyone had ever kissed you and when his tongue dipped past your lips it was you that finally gave in and was moaning this time. Feeling his hand mov from your jaw to lightly trace over your body and as his fingers danced over your underwear you felt your hips buck up at the sensation.

He was so confident. No awkward pauses or laughter as he tried to figure you out, it was like he knew your body already and as his fingers began to trace circles over the front of your underwear you couldn’t help but groan into his mouth. Letting him bite your lip playfully as his fingers dipped below the fabric and the first touch of his fingers directly on you made you shiver.

That was all it took for his lips to leave yours but you felt them again soon against your cheek and then your jaw and then your neck. His lips traveling over every inch of you until you felt the playful pinch on his teeth on your chest and you both began to giggle.

You knew where he was going, his lips continuing their pilgrimage of your skin until he was kissing over the front of your underwear and you knew you were in for a good time just from the way he looked up at you through his lashes.

‘What the hell is this?’ You heard him laugh. Sitting up on your elbows so you could look at what he was referring to but as soon as you felt his finger brush over the two little words you couldn’t help but smile.

‘A moment of madness’ you groaned. Flopping back onto the bed as you covered your face with your hands and laughed at how stupid you’d been. ‘Most people dye their hair after a break up, I was convinced a tattoo was the right way to go for some reason’

‘Well it’s very cute’ he laughed, fingertips gently tracing the words Hey There that you’d had tattooed on your right hip just below your bikini line. ‘Does this make me the first person to see it?’

‘It does’

‘Well then, I better make sure I’m the last too’ he murdered against your skin. His lips kissing over the letters softly and you didn’t have any time to take in what he’d said as his hands were pulling your underwear off and pushing your thighs up to your chest so he had full access to you

His grip was strong, so much so you knew you'd have print marks from his fingers tomorrow but right now you didn't care. Bucking your hips up as he kissed over the backs of your thighs to tease you a little and you knew he was waiting for you to ask for what you wanted.

'Masey please, please do something'

'What do you want me to do?' He murmured. A smile in his voice that was easily detectable and you knew he was loving every second of this.

"You know what'

'Yeah I do' he chuckled, almost sounding cocky as if he was telling you he knew just how to make you crumble and from the first flick of his tongue you knew he was right. Melting into sheets as he licked and sucked away at you like he'd done this to you a million times before and all thoughts of anything you were meant to be doing that night vanished from your mind immediately.

Your hands were fisting the sheets as you had no idea what to do with them but soon enough they were in his hair and you knew he liked it because he growled into your skin and you sighed at the new sensation. He was doing everything just how you like with no direction from you. Slow and steady to work you up until you were a quivering mess and it felt so good you forgot about what you were meant to be doing entirely. Only remembering when you looked down to see his pretty brown eyes looking back at you but as he looked away to focus back on you, you sneakily grabbed your phone to take a few blurry snaps.

You were seeing stars soon enough as he brought you to your high. Never changing his speed to try and get you there any quicker as he knew you were feeling good with what he was currently doing and as soon as it hit, his name was falling off your tongue like a prayer.

You could see him through your tired eyes getting undressed but you could detect a hint of uncertainty around him and you knew he wasn’t sure if you wanted to go the whole hog. You’d been nervous in the day thinking about it but after the display he’d just put on for you there was nothing more you wanted so you sat up carefully to remove your bra so you were completely bare for him. Not even caring about what pictures you needed to take as right now all you wanted was to enjoy him.

‘You gonna stand there all night or do you want some help?’ You asked. Your eyes flickering all over his body that was now only covered by his boxers and when he took a big gulp you knew he needed a push.

You waited until he sent you a nod before you began pulling his boxers down. You’re mouth watering as he sprung free but you could tell he was still nervous so you held his waist and began to pepper kisses over his abs and lower stomach until he was pulling away from you and nodding for you to shuffle back on the bed with a smile.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you felt his chest on yours. A faint taste of yourself on his tongue as he kissed you and as you wrapped your legs around his waist his warm skin enveloped you. He was so soft and smooth but hard and solid at the same time and as he began to grind himself down on you, you wanted to feel him inside you.

It was you that reached down to grab a hold of him, to guide him to where you needed him and without much resistance he was pushing himself inside of you. Gasping into each other's mouths as you both got accustomed to the feel of the other and as he picked up his pace you couldn’t help but drag your nails down his back.

It wasn’t long before you wanted to switch things up a bit. To watch him crumble under you as you took control and when you pushed on his shoulders he was quick to roll over and lay on his back.

‘What are you doing?’ He laughed, helping you climb on top so you could take over and when you sent him a wink he scrunched his face up adorably.

‘I can’t be good all the time Mase’ you shrugged and even though you were ready to get going again you took a moment to grind yourself along him as he guided your hips with a devious smile.

‘You feel that, yeah?’ He whispered, his grip firm once more but it was only adding to the experience and you whimpered at the feel of gliding along him. ‘You have no idea what you do to me, do you?’

‘I have a good guess’ you groaned, finally reaching down to guide him back inside and even though you started slow you were desperate to show Mason a good time after how he’d treated you all night. Bouncing up and down on him like your life depended on it but even though his eyes were rolling in the back of his head he was quick to stop you.

‘Hey, hey baby it’s okay. Take your time, yeah?’’ he managed to get out as his hands stilled your hips. Stopping you in your tracks as you looked down into his eyes but all you could see was warmth and when he sent you an affectionate smile your skin broke out in goosebumps. ‘It’s all about you tonight, yeah? So you just let it out for me when you’re ready, you don’t have to rush anything’

His voice was soft and soothing, a million miles away from how you thought it would be as the pair of you had been at it so intensely the room could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed but it washed over you delicately and made you feel safe.

‘But I want you to cum. I want to make you feel good like you did to me’

‘Listen, sweetheart’ he whispered. Sitting up slightly so he could reposition you a bit and you went with him as he sat up against the headboard, resting his chin on your chest so he could look up at you through his lashes you almost lost it as he looked so good. Not something you ever thought you’d be thinking about Mason of all people yet here you were looking down and his big brown eyes and freckled nose thinking he was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. This wasn’t how you expected tonight to be but you were so caught up in all of him you didn’t know how to act anymore and you hung on his every word. ‘I will, trust me. Watching you is all I need so just forget about me for a second and focus on you’

‘All we’ve done is focus on me’

‘Exactly’ he teased, squeezing your waist gently and the action made you squirm as you giggled but you could see Mason's face change as you moved on top of him. ‘So be my good girl and take your time. I promise I’m right behind you’

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Not one other person you’d ever had sex with before had treated you like this and cared for in this way. It was making you feel so many different emotions and by now you’d completely forgotten the whole reason as to why he was here in your hotel room in the first place.

So you did what he asked, and you rested your hands on his chest, dangerously close to his neck, and placed your forehead on his before starting to move your hips again but slowly just like he’d requested. Feeling him slide in and out of you as he gripped your bum and moaned audibly into your mouth.

‘You like that?’ You whispered, a teasing tone to your voice but Mason just nodded. Not caring how desperate he may have been coming across.

‘F-fuck yeah, I’ve imagined this with you so many times but it’s never felt this good’ he told you and you couldn’t help but groan as you bit your lip. Wanting to tease him a bit more in hopes he’d tell you how he feels some more and since he was in this position under you, you figured you had a good chance.

‘Oh yeah, you been thinking about me?’

‘All the time’ he gulped. His voice hoarse now as you slowly pushed each other to the finish line but were stuck between savouring the moment and finally making him cum but you just went with the flow and circled your hips over him as he guided your hips with his strong hands.

‘I hope I’m as good as you imagined’

‘You’re even better’ he praised lowly. A soft smile on his lips as his eyes flickered all over your face. ‘So fucking perfect, always have been’

It wasn’t long after that you were cuming for the second time that night. Mason's lips on your neck so he could suck your skin softly before he was gently biting your shoulder as he finally hit his own high and as soon as you were both finished you felt yourself slump forward as he wrapped his arms around you.

‘You okay?’ He whispered, his fingers lightly running up and down your spine as you tried to catch your breath. Moving them down to your thighs as he massaged them gently and you could feel yourself melting onto him.

‘I’m good’ you smiled. Feeling him chuckle underneath you, kissing the side of your head sporadically and you’d never felt so content in your life. ‘I need to go and get cleaned up but I’m too comfortable here’

‘Come on, let me help you’ he whispered but you just groaned playfully in annoyance. Not wanting to move from his arms and when he kissed your forehead lightly you nuzzled into his neck. ‘You sure you’re still okay? you know with everything we’ve done’

‘More than okay’ you whispered, sitting up slightly so you could look at him and without thinking you leaned in to kiss him softly. You didn’t take it any further but he was so gentle with you as he squeezed your thighs and kissed you as sweetly as he could. ‘Thank you’ you whispered as you pulled apart but he was looking up a you with a confused expression.

‘What for?’

‘I thought good girl’s say please and thank you’ you winked but he just laughed as he squeezed you again.

‘I don’t think you’re up for being a good girl, you’re too naughty’

‘Well then I think I need a timeout’ you winked as you began to shuffle off of him. ‘I won’t be long, okay? Keep my space warm’ you told him and with that you were quick to run off into the bathroom.

You didn’t want to be too long, hoping that he might be up for round two shortly but you sent Betsy a quick message to let her know you had what you needed so she wasn’t harassing you for the rest of the night, but when you returned to the bedroom he was nowhere to be seen.

‘Mase? Where are you, you were meant to be keeping my space warm’ you called playfully. Grabbing the shirt you’d been wearing off the floor and throwing it on so you weren’t walking around with nothing on and when you turned the corner and looked in the living room you could see him getting dressed in a rush. ‘Mase? What are you doing?’

When he ignored you and continued getting dressed with a huff you felt your stomach drop to the floor, not knowing what to say or what was going on but you pressed him again so you could get to the bottom of what was happening. ‘Mason? What’s going on?’

‘Maybe you should double check who you think you’re messaging before you press send’ he spoke. Not even looking at you as he stuffed himself into his shoes and your blood ran cold at the thought of what you might have done. Quickly opening up your phone to look at the last message you sent and when you realised it had gone to Mason you felt frozen to the spot.

‘Look, Mase-‘

‘Have you seriously been taking pictures of me? Of us, to send to him to make him jealous. Is that really all I’m good for? I know you know how I feel, fuck everyone knows, but I’ve always brushed it off and gone with it cause I thought you were worth the teasing’

‘But I-‘

‘I’m not dumb alright? I knew what this was’ he cut you off. Clearly furious at you about everything but you didn’t know how to react so you let him go on his little rant. ‘I knew I was just the rebound to make you feel better but I’m so hopelessly wrapped around your fucking finger I thought I’d just take my shot’

‘Well that’s not my fault’ you told him. Wishing he would calm down a bit but you could tell from the way he was getting dressed with such vigour that he was still furious.

‘No you’re right, it’s not. But thank you very much for proving to me what everyone’s said about you all along’ he laughed but you knew there was no humour in it. ‘And don’t worry, any feelings I did have for you are long gone I promise’

‘What are people saying about me?’

‘That you’re a heartless, manipulative cow who does whatever she likes to get what she wants and the fact all you took from what I said just then was about you proves it’ he spat. The coldness of his voice sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine and you were pretty certain you’d never heard him speak like this before to anyone.

‘Mason you’re overreacting, it was just a joke’ you tried but little did you know it would just anger him more. Making him stop in his tracks so he could send you an incredulous look.

‘So now I’m a joke?’

‘No, I meant like a bit of fun’ you shrugged. Hoping he would get where you were coming from but every word that came out of your mouth seemed to wind him up even further.

‘For you maybe, not for me’ he grumbled. Looking around for his keys as he was now fully dressed and once his eyes landed on them he picked them up forcefully. ‘Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m done. That fact you don’t get how fucked up this is tells me everything’

‘If you knew what this was then why are you so mad?’ You asked. His anger now rubbing you up the wrong way as you couldn’t understand why he was so upset with you but you getting annoyed at him didn’t have the desired effect and when his sad eyes locked onto yours it was like he knocked the wind out of you.

‘Cause I could deal with a one night stand, at least I could kid myself into thinking you might like me in some way. But this?’ He asked. Voice thick like he was about to start sobbing but you saw him swallow it down before looking away from you. ‘You don’t give a shit about me more than I thought. Fourteen years I’ve known you. And for what? Fuck all apparently’

‘Mason you need to calm down-‘

‘Calm down?’ He snapped and you felt yourself shrink. ‘You fucking lied right to my face, told me this could be a turning point for us but you knew the whole time it meant nothing. Lying may not mean anything to you but it does to me’

‘People in our circle lie and do what they have to to get what they want, I thought you knew that’ you pushed back, knowing that what you were saying was awful but you were clutching at straws to make out what you’d done wasn’t as bad as he was making out. ‘Since when do you care about me that much?’

‘Since always, you idiot’ be mumbled. His voice calmer than you’d heard it this whole time but it seemed to shock you a bit. His sad eyes and distraught expression were trying their best to tear you down but you held strong. You’d got what you wanted and there was no need for all these emotions. ‘I would have given you fucking everything’ he told you, emotion laced through his voice and you tried not to let it get it to you but instinctively you moved forward but he backed away. ‘Just leave me alone’ he huffed, walking around past you to the door and when you heard it slam you let out another big sigh. Walking back to the bedroom and flopping down to the bed before unlocking your phone to speak to the one person you knew would be on your side.

Sleep didn’t come easy to you that night. Taking a quick shower and changing into your pjs so you could get some shut eye but all you could see was the heartbroken expression on Mason's face.

You tried to forget about him, to ignore the twisting in your gut at how awful you were starting to feel and tried to focus on what you were going to say to Ross to not sound like a complete crazy person when you sent him the pictures but you couldn’t face it right now. Those damn brown eyes looking back at you everywhere you turned.

Two weeks passed by and nothing changed. In fact you felt worse with each day that went by and as much as Betsy was in your ear telling you you’d done the right thing and to just send the pictures, but you kept them to yourself for now. At this point you weren't even sure you wanted to be with Ross anymore as one night with Mason has made you see exactly what you were missing out on and the fact Ross was still posting stories of himself with girls throwing themselves at him was giving you the ick.

When you were in a funk like this there was only one thing that could get you out of it. A trip to the beach usually cleared the cobwebs away but there was only one beach you wanted to be on and you weren’t sure if it was possible right now.

You always missed home but right now you really missed home. You missed your mum's hugs and comforting words and your dads amazing cooking and stupid jokes but you knew if you made the trip they’d pick up that something was wrong straight away and you knew you couldn’t confess to them what you’d done.

You were halfway through week three when you broke down and messaged your mum. You were desperate to get out of Manchester for a few days and away from Betsy’s constant nagging about Ross and Mason as every time you heard the laters name your tummy would twist and the guilt was eating you alive. You knew Betsy could see it was upsetting you too but she still carried on with you no matter how much you asked her to stop.

You left work at lunch on Friday without another word to Betsy. She’d left around 11am anyway for an appointment so as soon as the clock hit half 12 you were jumping straight in your car so you could get on the road. Thankfully the traffic was light and you made it in good time with only one stop on the way as you were so anxious to get there.

You were emotional as soon as you saw the Welcome to Portsmouth sign on the way in and when you were pulling onto the drive you were barely holding it together. You hadn't told your family about the break up with Ross yet so you were hoping you could pin your emotions on that but you knew that wasn’t why you were so upset. Mason had been weighing heavy on your mind all week and everywhere you looked he was creeping into your thoughts. You just needed a break from feeling like the worst human in the world and you were hoping some home comforts would cure you.

Your mum was the first one to answer the door, bundling you into her arms and it took every ounce of your strength to hold it together as she swayed you from side to side. Telling you how much she missed you and how excited she was to have you there and before you knew it your dad was there too to wrap his arms around the both of you.

‘Dinner won’t be long, why don't you pop your suitcase in your room and grab Suzi whilst you're up there’ you mum told you and felt your body go stiff.

‘Suzi? I didn’t know she’d be here’ you mumbled but she just sent you a wide and excited smile.

‘Yeah, neither did we’ she laughed. ‘But it’s nice to have you both back for the weekend’

You could see why she would think that, both of her babies back together for some quality family time but you hadn't spoken to her in months and now you just felt awkward about everything.

You did as she asked though, knocking on her door and giving her a small wave as she looked over at you with a bright expression before she jumped up to give you a small hug.

‘Sorry for gate crashing, you remember Annie don’t you? Well it’s her engagement party tomorrow in town and I didn’t want to miss it’ she explained but you just nodded as the pair of you made your way to the stairs. You knew you should have said more, asked how she’d been and tried to make small talk but you mind was blank and you didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

Dinner was still being plated up so your mum ushered you both outside to sit at the garden table so you could all eat in the sun. Your eyes trained on the kitchen window in hopes they weren’t too long but before you knew it Suzi had started the conversation as she was the master of it.

You knew she meant well, but you weren’t in the mood for 21 questions and by the 5th you figured she realised. Taking over from asking to just telling you what she’d been up to and in comparison to you she was living the high life. She’d only graduated around six months ago yet she’d managed to find herself a great paying job in one of the best law firms in the country, telling you she was nearing her first promotion already and soon enough she’d be able to move out of her flat share and into her own two bed flat on the outskirts of London.

You knew she wasn’t bragging, she never was, but the fact you knew in soul you’d never be able to achieve even half of what she had on your own stung so when your parents finally made their way outside you couldn’t deny you were grateful.

You relaxed as the evening went on, joining in with the conversation much to everyone’s delight but you all decided on an early night as you’d spent so much time travelling and you all wanted to be up early for the beach tomorrow.

Once again you couldn’t sleep, this time it wasn’t just thoughts of Mason keeping you up but now it was also your tummy rumbling as you tossed and turned. The only thought in your head was the leftovers in the fridge and before you knew it you were up and sneaking downstairs to grab yourself some.

You were trying to be as quiet as you could but you could see a dim light coming from the kitchen and you figured it had been kept on accidently. Heading straight for the fridge with only one thing on your mind but you had to contain your screams as you rounded the corner and were shocked out of your skin.

There sat Suzi, chowing down on a bowl of cereal by the light of the fridge and she smiled as you jumped six feet in the air at the sight of her.

‘What are you doing?’ You whisper shouted, clutching your chest as your heart threatened to burst free. You could see she was trying not to laugh at you and as much as you tried to remain stoney faced you knew you wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation yourself.

‘I needed something to eat’ she told you, nodding down to her little pile of snacks in front of her like it was supposed to be obvious.

‘I’ll come back in a bit then’ you nodded, turning on your heel to leave her to it but you didn’t get far as she was calling after you before you’d taken your first step.

‘Wait don’t go’ she yelped and when you turned back to face her you could tell she seemed a bit sad. ‘Look I know things are different but surely we can sit and eat together on our own’ she told you and you realised how ridiculous you must have looked.

‘Okay’ you nodded, realising she was right and you were just being silly. She was your sister after all not some random stranger off the street so you grabbed the leftovers you were after and heated them up in the microwave before taking a seat opposite her.

‘So how have you been?’ She asked, a slight smile behind her voice almost as if she knew how she sounded and you did your best to hide your grin as you shrugged.

‘Fine’

‘Yeah alright’ she scoffed, shovelling in another spoonful of cereal into her mouth as she rolled her eyes.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘I know we may not be close anymore but it’s as clear as day you’re not yourself’ She told you softly, her eyes gentle now as she tried to get you to open up. ‘You can tell me, you know’ she prodded but as you weren’t taking the bait she decided to take a different route. ‘How’s Ross?’

‘Um… we’re not-‘

‘Oh crap, I’m so sorry. I had no idea’ she cut you off but you noticed you didn’t get the usual pang in your chest talking about him like you had done in the beginning.

‘It’s alright’ you smiled. ‘It’s probably for the best’

‘He was a bit of a dick’ she laughed and you couldn’t help but smile along with her before her face got serious once more. ‘Is that why you’re so upset? Cause he’s really not worth any feelings for. You’re so out of his league’

‘No I think I’m kinda over it now’

‘So what’s up then?’ She questioned and you were about to shrug her off until you realised you could probably use her advice. She was younger than you but had such an old head on her shoulders and you didn’t really have another girl in your life like this to get advice from so after a quick deep breath you tried to think of a way to tell her what was going on without telling her everything.

‘You remember Betsy?’ You asked. Her face immediately turning sour and you knew she remembered her from one of your parties last summer.

‘Unfortunately’

‘Yeah well, I don’t think she’s all she’s cracked up to be either’ you told her quietly, your head dropping as you pushed your food around with your fork

‘I could have told you that months ago’ she teased before her voice suddenly dropped an octave and became more gentle. ‘What’s happened, have you fallen out?’

‘Not exactly, she doesn’t even know I feel like this’ you shrugged and now you were talking about it, it was like word vomit coming out of your mouth that you couldn’t stop. ‘I’ve realised I don’t like who I am when I’m with her’ you admitted. ‘I’m not putting all the blame on her but looking back at the last year and a half or so, I barely recognise myself. I’ve done some awful things and it’s like why am I being such an arsehole?’

‘What have you done? Are you In trouble?’ She asked and even though you were spilling the beans there was no way you were admitting to what you’d done to Mason.

‘No no, it’s nothing’ you coughed, hoping she’d believe your lies. ‘I just feel so disconnected to everything at the moment’

‘Is that why you’re here?’

‘A little bit. I just needed a break from up there’ you shrugged and you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes that you were so desperately trying to blink away. You’d never been so vulnerable in front of her before and clearly she was taking pity on you as her voice softened when she spoke to you.

‘You don’t have to tell me I’m right, but I know why you're not my biggest fan’ Suzi started and you looked up to find her looking back at you sympatheticly. ‘I should have been a better sister though and been there for you over the years. I just didn’t want to keep getting pushed away you know?’

‘No don't, I should have been a better big sister’ you gulped. ‘It's just jealousy at the end of the day. You can literally do anything you want and I’ve only got this job cause they knew I’d never be able to do anything else’

‘Hey no, don’t say that. They would never have given it to you if they didn’t think you could make it a success. That’s their whole life you should be so proud that they would trust you with it’

‘Well a fat lot of good I’m doing with it’ you huffed. ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to turn this into a pity party’

‘It’s okay’ she smiled before reaching her hand over to your side of the table. ‘How about we start fresh? I could come and stay with you for a bit maybe? You can show me around Manchester and maybe we can do something for your birthday together?’

‘Betsy organised me a party I think’ you told her and you watched her face fall, thinking you were brushing her off and you felt awful instantly as she began to withdraw her hand so you quickly grabbed it and squeezed it tightly. ‘But I’d love it if you would come

‘Consider me there’ she nodded and you felt a weight lift from your shoulders that you didn’t know you’d been carrying.

You were up and out bright and early the next day so you could all head to the beach. Your parents eyeing you and Suzie curiously as to them it seemed as if you’d turned into besties overnight but you could tell they were happy about it, and when Suzie dragged you down into the cold water you just went with it and dove right in.

You used to love the sea, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore calming you like nothing else and even though the water was freezing cold, there was nowhere else you wanted to be rather than here. Floating on your back so you could look up to the sky and clear your mind just how you’d been picturing for weeks but it only lasted so long as your dad had come to join you and belly flopped in right by you so water splashed all over you.

It was needed though and as the four of you sat on the beach and gossiped like you used to you felt even lighter. All the troubles you’d left in Manchester seemed so far away now and it was all helping you gain a much clearer perspective on it all to the point where when you got back, you knew you needed to take things into your own hands and sort your life out.

It was the evening when things took a turn for the worst. Suzie was out for her friend's engagement party which you’d helped her get ready for and you were staying up to pick her up later so you’d taken a nap just before dinner. When you eventually came down though there was no food in sight and your parents were sitting in the kitchen with their laptops open and you knew they meant business.

‘Is everything okay?’ You asked carefully, praying this wasn’t what you thought it might be but you could tell this wasn’t about to be fun for you.

‘I think it’s best you sit down, so we can talk’ your dad said. Patting the space next to him that was opposite your mum and you hated the way she was sending you such a sad smile.

‘We need to talk about work’

‘Oh?’ You replied, trying to make out like you didn’t know what they were about to say but you’d been waiting for this chat for months.

‘Look love, this isn’t easy for us to say but we have to put the needs of the business first and you know it’s not going well right now don’t you?’ your mum told you gently and you felt your face burn.

‘I know’ you sniffed, your mind reeling with all the possibilities of what they could say to you and what you should say back but right now you felt like you were on the verge of being fired.

‘We don’t want to interfere or take anything away from you, we’re just asking for a bit more effort, okay? We can’t keep floating by like this’ you dad told you, tapping your knee lightly as he was trying to comfort you but if anything it was just making you more sad.

They were being nicer than you expected them to be, but when every single part of your life was falling apart, this felt like a huge deal.

‘It’s okay to admit if you need help too, pumpkin. We can always come up for a bit and help you out if you need it’ your mum offered and her sweet tone was enough to push you over the edge as you hid your face in your hands.

‘I’m sorry’ you blubbed, hating the fact they were being so kind after practically abusing everything this worked for and you knew it was the time to step up. Uncovering your face as you looked at their sympathetic expressions. ‘I know I’ve been rubbish but I promise I can do this’ you told them but you were sure if they believed you. ‘I tell you what, give me three months and if I haven’t put us in the green then you can come up and help me’

‘Are you sure?’

‘I promise, please just give me a chance’ you begged and even though they both looked unsure it was your dad who finally nodded.

‘Three months okay? And then we’ll see where we are and what to do next’ your dad told you and you felt relief roll through you. You knew you could do it with a little help from your assistant Flo, she had good ideas but you’d never had the need to put them to any use until now and you made a mental note to put a meeting in with her first thing on Monday.

Once your dad had gone to bed later that night, your mum came and found you. Asking if there was anything else you’d wanted to talk about as she’d noticed your change in demeanour and that was all it took for you to start crying again. Telling her about Ross and how you felt like a failure a lot of the time but she was quick to big you up. Letting you know that life was full of ups and downs and even though this felt like the end of the world you’d be on the up soon.

Once she was gone you had a little more time to kill before you had to go and get Suzi. Your phone was boring you though and just like always when you didn’t know what you wanted to look at you ended up in your photos, scrolling until you hit a certain few and heart thumped as you looked at them.

One last look you told yourself. You’d known from the day after you’d taken them that you wouldn’t be sending them anywhere but you’d kept them just to relive that night sometimes. To remember how he’d held you and kissed you and made you feel better than anything else until your stupidness had ruined everything. You knew you needed to get rid of them though so with one last glance you selected each one from that night and got rid of them all in one go before deleting them from your recently deleted to make sure they were completely gone.

You went home the next day feeling a lot lighter than when you’d arrived and thankfully when you went to work on Monday Betsy had taken the morning off, leaving you and Flo to have a meeting to discuss some of her ideas and plan for the next few weeks. She was more than excited to get going and you were so impressed by her ideas as they were simple and smart and you knew you’d see results straight away.

The pair of you kept chugging along whilst Betsy was left to her own devices. Never once questioning what you were doing which just proved to you how little notice she took at work but you were ready for a break and to lose after a week or so and you used the excuse of Suzi being around to keep your distance from Betsy. Not that the pair of you had spoken too much since that night with Mason but she was constantly texting you to ask if you’d sent the pictures to Ross yet and you were running out of excuses as to why you hadn't.

Suzi stuck to her promise and came to visit for your birthday. It gave you a great excuse to not see Betsy in the build up to your party and a few days before the pair of you went out shopping for outfits. Usually you wouldn’t have left it this late but not being in the mood to be celebrating anything meant you’d not even thought about what to wear.

The pair of you headed to selfridges to have a browse but nothing was taking your fancy. In the end you split up to cover more ground and told each other to pick three things for the other person as you clearly weren’t having much luck for yourself.

You were two dresses down and looking for the third when you heard his laugh, turning a corner to see Suzi and Mason talking animatedly with big grins on their faces and you wanted the ground to swallow you up. This was the first time you’d seen him since he’d walked out of your hotel room and it was like a punch to the gut seeing him smile and chat with her. Suzi was a yapper and they knew each other pretty well from home but you knew they hadn’t spoken lately and that’s why they seemed so excited to see each other.

‘Oh here she is’ you suddenly heard, your eyes flashing up to the pair of them as Suzie was still smiling wildly but Mason had gone red in the face and you knew you looked like a deer caught in headlights. ‘Look who I bumped into, small word huh?’

You were speechless, not knowing if you should play along and say hello to him or just run away and never speak to anyone ever again but Mason took it out of your hands and sent you a sympathetic smile.

‘Hey, y/n. Good to see you’

Was it?

‘H-hi Mase- uh Mason’ you stuttered. Shaking your head but thankfully you were saved by the bell as Masons phone started ringing.

‘That’s jaz, she probably thinks I’m lost somewhere’ he nodded and with a quick see you around he was off, leaving you alone with Suzi who was looking over at you like you’d grown an extra head.

‘Look I know it’s well known he’s got a crush on you but you don’t have to act like that around him, I’m surprised you’ve not scared the poor boy off’ she joked and you realised how it must have looked with the pair of you being so awkward with each other.

‘Sorry, things are just a bit complicated’ you shrugged and you watched her face fall as she didn’t understand what you meant.

‘What do you mean?

‘Nothing, come on let’s not get distracted’ you told her, holding up the dresses you’d picked out for her and thankfully that was enough for her to pull you towards the dressing rooms to try everything on.

You seemed to have more luck picking something else out for each other. Suzi falling in love with the white strapless mini dress you’d found her whilst you picked a leafy green velvet one that hung off your shoulders and pulled you in at the waist she had picked for you. The pair of you leaving with big smiles on your faces as you’d managed to find something but the image of Mason's face was fresh in your mind and it still made your heart beat wildly as you thought about the way he looked at you.

You got ready for your party with Suzi, letting Betsy know you’d see her there and as soon as you turned up she was on you. Parading you around everywhere so you could see what she’d done for you and even though it was beautiful and you were really grateful, you knew it was just an excuse to throw a party for her and it didn’t matter that it was your birthday at all.

You spent most of the night floating between hanging out with her and all her rich friends that you spoke to every so often to then hunting down Suzi for a bit of a rest and some normality. Thinking it was funny how if that was even two months ago you’d probably be thinking the exact opposite and would be spending your whole time with Betsy but today you’d given anything to get away from her.

‘Is that Mason over there?’ You heard Betsy giggle as your mind was off thinking about something else. You were a few hours in and you’d been standing with her for the last ten minutes however you’d been looking for a way out you just wished it wasn’t this. Following her eyeline to see him stood on the other side of the room with Luke and it was like someone had punched you in the gut.

You knew why he was there, you’d invited him before everything had happened and you knew he didn’t want to cause a scene by not coming as Suzi must have spoken to him too, but this was a lot for you to deal with right now as so much had changed since you’d last seen and spoken to him properly.

You had changed more than anything.

‘What do you mean? I invited him ages ago?’ You told her hoping she would drop it but she wouldn’t stop looking at him and laughing and you were pretty sure he’d noticed the way she was acting.

‘I just thought after everything that happened he wouldn’t go anywhere near you, surely he’s not that pathetic’ she commented and you saw red instantly. Mason wasn’t the pathetic one, you were

‘It’s not pathetic at all, he’s got every right to be here’

‘I was just-‘

‘No you were being awful, just like always’ you told her, grabbing your drink so you could walk away but your mouth was running away from you before you could. ‘Mason is kind, and loyal and there’s not a bad bone in his body. You know who’s pathetic? Me, for trusting you and listening to your crap like always’

‘Y/n-‘

‘No Betsy, I’ve had enough’ you told her whilst standing up. ‘We weren’t close but Mason was my friend and now I can’t even look at him without feeling shit about myself for what I did. He didn’t deserve it, hell no one does but definitely not him’

‘Oh come on, y/n. You weren’t saying all this just before you did it, don’t try being the bigger person now’

‘I’m not claiming to be, but at least I’m not so far up my own arse I can’t see my own mistakes. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to him and until you realise the same I think we should have some time apart’ you told her. Not letting her reply or respond in any way as you walked off but as soon as you rounded the corner of your booth you were face to face with the last person you wanted to be.

You could tell with just one look at him that he’d overheard what you’d said. How much you were unsure of but it was Suzi’s voice that had snapped you out of your daze. You hadn’t even realised she was also there so the fact that she’d maybe overheard parts of it too was making your tummy sink and you didn’t know if you should answer her or flee the scene.

‘What was that about? What have you done?’ She asked but even if you’d wanted to tell her, no words were coming out of your mouth. ‘Y/n?’ She pressed but still nothing in your end.

‘It’s okay, leave it’ you heard Mason mumble. His voice making you dizzy as your breathing quickened and you knew if you didn’t get out of there soon you’d end up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone. This was meant to be your night and the thought of having a panic attack in the middle of the room was bottom of the list of tonight’s activities.

‘No it’s not, tell me what you did’ she pressed but you didn’t. Your eyes flying to the floor as they stung with tears and all you could think about was getting out of there and away from everyone.

‘I can’t, I’m sorry’ you whispered, turning on your head and fighting your way through the swarms of people to make your way to the loo so you could have five minutes peace but you could barely see as you were so emotional.

This wasn’t how you imagined your birthday party, stood in a dingy toilet as you tried to contain your sobs. Hiding from everyone in your life as you knew you’d let them all down and you didn’t know how you were meant to go back out there and face everyone. You were pretty sure only a few people had seen what happened but you knew Betsy would probably be bitching about you to her other friends and the thought of explaining everything to Suzi was making you feel sick.

You didn’t know where to go once you’d left the bathroom, taking a moment to make sure your eyes were less puffy and you looked presentable before making your way back but thankfully life was carrying on as normal without you. Realising that most people here you didn’t actually know or talk to but in the search of looking for something to do, your eyes wandered over to a table of gifts in the corner and you thought you’d take a peek.

One caught your eye immediately, knowing the handwriting on the tag as soon as you looked at it and you couldn’t help but open it then and there. Your eyes filling for the millionth time that night as you held the picture frame in your hands and you knew you’d give anything to be there right now.

‘You okay?’ You heard from behind you. Suzie’s voice was soft and understanding now, a complete 180 from how it was ten minutes ago but you knew you couldn’t face her.

‘I’m fine’ you coughed, trying to cover up the emotion in your voice but you knew she’d see right through it and when you heard her sigh you didn’t know if she was being sympathetic or she was fed up with you.

‘Listen, Mason told me what happened’ she told you quietly and you felt a shiver run though you. ‘Well, not everything, but I can get the jist of it. Why didn’t you just tell me?’

‘Why would I? It was an awful thing to do, I don’t exactly want to broadcast it everywhere’ you said quietly. Finally turning yearling to look up to her with tear filled eyes and even though you could barely see, you couldn’t help but look for him. ‘Where is he?’

‘Gone home, he’s got training early tomorrow’ she explained and you didn’t know if you were relieved or upset about the fact he’d gone. ‘What do you want to do?’

‘Go home, too’ you laughed, knowing that wasn’t really an option but her face didn’t change as she grabbed your hand.

‘Let’s go home then’ she nodded and after you’d grabbed your things you were both out of the door without a word said to anyone else.

Just because Suzi hadn't shouted at you didn’t mean she wasn’t upset with you. The pair of you jumping into your double bed once you were home and changed into your pjs and you knew you were in for a dose of much needed tough love after you finally explained what you’d done. She was definitely disappointed in you and you hated the way she was looking at you but it was no worse than how you felt about yourself.

‘You know, Mason’s not mad at you’ she told you after your tears had subsided and you gulped hard as you looked up at her in confusion. ‘I think listening to you defend his honour helped a bit but he wanted me to tell you he’s okay and he wants to clear the air’

‘He’s insane’ you laughed, wiping your eyes with the cuff of your sleeve and for the first time in a while you heard Suzi laugh too.

‘Maybe’ she giggled. ‘I know if someone had done the same to me I’d have them hung, drawn and quartered but he’s not like that. All he’s worried about is making sure you’re okay’

‘I don’t know if I can talk to him yet’ you whispered, feeling more like a coward and the moments passed by but Suzi just gave you a sympathetic smile. ‘Everytime I look at him I feel sick’

‘Give it some time, I’m sure he’ll wait’ she nodded, squeezing your hand gently as she tucked herself further into the covers and you knew she was getting ready to sleep. ‘We can talk more in the morning, yeah? Let’s just sleep on it and we can figure it out tomorrow’

‘Thank you, Suzi’

‘Don’t mention it’ she yawned as she relaxed into the sheets. ‘You ever pull a stunt like this again though and I won’t be as forgiving’

‘I’ve learnt my lesson I promise’ you gulped, her hand squeezing yours one more time before she rolled over and fell asleep.

Your feelings were pretty much the same in the morning. Not ready to have it out with Mason just yet but you knew you needed to clear the air with Betsy. Calling her into the office on Monday morning to figure out where to go from there and after half an hour, the pair of you were on the same page about the future.

All you wanted now was to focus on the promises you’d made to your family and after two weeks of intense work with Flo you were sat with her in the back of an uber on the way to something that could change the game for you. A meeting with one of the country's biggest record labels so you could pitch the idea of producing their artist’s vinyls exclusively and you were more nervous than you’d ever been for anything. This was the most effort you’d put into the business in years, maybe even ever, but you knew you needed to push yourself and this seemed like the perfect way to do it.

Your car pulled up to their offices in good time and you and Flo made your way straight inside. Pushing the button for the lift to take you to the right floor but as the doors pinged opened you stopped in your tracks.

‘Mason?’ You breathed. Him smiling at you almost guiltily as he swallowed a hard lump and as he moved out of the lift so others could get in, it was like you were frozen to the spot.

‘Y/n? What are you doing here?’ He asked, his cheeks pink at the sight of you and you were surprised he was even speaking to you in the first place so you crossed your arms over your body and bit the inside of your cheek.

‘I’ve got a meeting. What are you doing here?’

‘I’ve just come from a meeting’ he nodded. ‘My management are on the top floor’

‘’I see’ you nodded back, not sure what else to say to him but he surprised you once again by carrying on the conversation.

‘Where’s Betsy?’ He asked, his eyes falling to Flo who’d taken the hint and taken a few steps away so you could talk to Mason in private.

‘I fired her’

‘Shit’ he laughed, the sound making your chest flutter and the corners of your mouth tilt up and once he’d seen you were smiling he was looking at you sympathetically. ‘Listen, I'm glad I’ve caught you. I was hoping we could talk?’

‘What about?’

‘I think you know what’ he nodded but you just swallowed hard as you didn’t know what to say or do right now. ‘Look it’s okay, I don't want us to be like this with each other yeah? I want us to put it behind us’ he told you softly but you still couldn’t look at him. Crossing your arms across your body even further to try and protect yourself but you could hear his gentle sigh before you felt him getting closer again. ‘C’mere’ he asked gently. His hand reaching forwards in hopes you’d take it but you couldn’t bring yourself to touch him.

‘Please don’t be nice to me Mason, I don’t deserve it’ you whispered. Not trusting yourself to talk at a normal volume as your voice was bound to break and you watched through bleary eyes as his hand fell back to his side.

‘You don’t deserve to beat yourself about it forever either’ he told you. Closing the gap between you so he could place his hands on your arms and the sudden proximity of him made you dizzy. Looking up into his big brown eyes that still held so much sadness and you hated that you were the cause. ‘If I can learn to move on from it then you need to as well’

‘You haven’t moved on though, have you’ You told him. The tears welling in your eyes finally spilling over onto your cheeks and he was quick to wipe them away before cupping your jaw. His touch warming your skin and you had to fight every instinct not to rest your cheek into his hand as he sent you a barely there smile.

‘I’m getting there’ he nodded. ‘Please don’t cry, I don’t want you going in there upset’

‘I’ll be fine, I should get going’ you told him and as soon as the words left your mouth he dropped his hands back to his sides.

‘Good luck, okay. You got it’

‘Thank you’ you whispered. Giving him one last smile before he was walking away but just as he got to the door you knew you had to say something before you forgot.

‘Mason wait’ you called, watching him turn to you with his brows raised in confusion and you closed the gap as you didn’t want what you were about to say to be heard by everyone there. ‘Those pictures, I never sent them anywhere. I deleted them all I promise’ you told him.

‘Thank you’ he whispered, a grateful expression on his face and you felt your heart settle a bit knowing he was happy about it. ‘Text me when you’re done? I wanna know how you got on’

‘Okay’ you whispered, sending one last smile his way before you went back to Flo and you were thankful she didn’t mention another word about it.

You did as Mason asked and let him know the meeting went really well, the label agreeing then and there to the deal and once you let him know you were on the phone to your parents to tell them all about it too and you could tell they were shocked but more than anything they were pleased you’d taken their words on board so quickly.

Texting Mason became somewhat of a regular thing after that. Suzi pushing you to message him to say thank you for the birthday gift he’d gotten you and since you were putting it to such good use, you figured you could send him a little picture of where you’d decided to put it. You were full of dread and panic as soon as you hit send until he messaged you back and soon enough you got into a rhythm with it.

You’d message each other here and there about random things. You knew he was busy and now you were becoming busy with work it wasn’t always possible to talk everyday, that coupled with the fact you didn’t feel worthy of his forgiveness and the possibility you thought he could turn on you and call you out any second for your behaviour made your nervous and unsure about talking to him.

Suzi was always there to talk you up though, spending a night on facetime with you when one of Mason's games was on so she could teach you the rules and even though you had no idea what everyone was doing, it was fun watching him run around and go for people. The bridge of his nose getting redder as the minutes passed by but his smile was wide and that’s all you cared about.

‘You should text him, congratulate him on the win’ she told you when it was over and even though you’d been texting back and forth for a little while you were doubtful of if you should. Your face crinkling in uncertainty which in turn made her giggle and no matter how much she tried to talk you around for the next half an hour you were on the phone with her, you told her you thought it was best you left it and she didn’t want to push you.

It was as soon as you got in bed that the itch to speak to him started. She’d planted the seed in your head but as you hadn't heard from him in a few days you were unsure if he wanted to talk to you again. Thinking maybe he was coming to realise he was still unhappy with you and wanted some space but before you could overthink it more than you already had you’d typed up a small message and hit send.

The emoji and use of the name love had you grinning like a schoolgirl. Catching yourself for a moment and wondering what the hell you were doing but you couldn’t deny you were seeing Mason in a whole new way and you were hoping you could someday get to be friends again just like you thought he wanted.

Everything with Flo was going well too, she was smart and on it and excited for all the new projects the two of you were starting but for the plans you had today you were flying solo. In fact she had no idea what you were up to but you’d told her to man the fort as you were out on a special mission.

The original record store was In Portsmouth but since the factory had opened in Manchester it made sense in your mind to open a store up here too. In fact it was your idea when you’d first moved up here and it was something that had impressed your parents in the beginning but just like the rest of the business, it was plodding along and needed a bit of spicing up.

The store had only been open for an hour when you showed up unannounced and apart from your store manager Clive, the shop was empty. To say he was surprised to see you was an understatement as this wasn’t somewhere you frequented a lot but he also seemed happy enough to see you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure’ he smiled, popping down his pen from where he was doodling on a scrap piece of paper.

‘Well I was hoping I could come and work here today?’ You asked and the mask of shock that took over his face made you giggle. ‘I want to see what’s going on and maybe pick your brains a bit? I’d love to get more people in and I’m sure you’ve got some ideas’

You knew you were onto something special when he grabbed his notebook and began rattling off all the thoughts he had about the shop. From ‘album of the week’ displays to being more active on social media, you loved everything he came up with and once you’d discussed more concrete plans it was nearly lunch time.

‘Why don’t you take a proper break today? I’ll look after everything’ you assured him and it didn’t take much to get him to agree and after quickly showing you how to use the till he was off out and you were on your own.

Half an hour had passed and still no one had entered the shop so you got working putting some new stock out and tidying up a bit. Not that there was much to do as Clive clearly ran a tight ship but there wasn’t much else to do so you started making up jobs.

You were reorganising a shelf when you heard the bell on the door go. Looking around to see a girl around your age walking in with someone behind them and you gave her a quick smile before carrying on with what you were doing.

Whoever she was with clearly didn’t want to be here. You could hear her calling him a grump and asking him to cheer up but his little grunts of annoyance were making you laugh.

You didn’t stay hidden for too much longer, running out of things to put away so you stood up and made your way back to the front to grab another handful of things to sort out but you were stopped in your tracks as you turned in the aisle. Almost walking into the grumpy man that you hadn’t caught a glimpse of yet but as soon as you had you felt shock roll through you.

‘Mason?’ You gulped, your eyes peering up at him in surprise but he was sending you a warm smile which made you feel better. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I could ask you the same thing’ he smiled and it settled your heart a bit to know this wouldn’t be awkward. Yes you’d been texting but you haddn’t seen him since your meeting and that was a couple of weeks ago now.

‘Well I do kind of own the place’ you joked, wondering if he’d laugh or get a bit awkward with you but thankfully for you, you knew he found it funny as his eyes crinkled at the sides.

‘Okay, you’ve got me there’ he nodded. Ducking his head and pressing his lips together like he was suppressing a smile and you almost smiled back yourself but the presence of the girl he was with was making you feel a bit awkward and you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was the fact you didn’t know he was dating, in fact you’d never seen him with a girl ever, but you tried not to let it show you were feeling weird about it.

‘It’s nice to see you, but I’ll let you get back to your date’

‘Date?’ He laughed, following your eye line to the pretty brunette in the corner but he just shook his head. ‘That’s my stylist, Carlotta. We’re just in between shoots and she wanted to look for something’

‘Oh’ you gulped, not sure what that feeling was but you knew you felt good about the fact he wasn’t on a date and it confused you. You couldn’t think about it for too long though as the bell on the shop door was going again and you were surprised to see Clive looking at the pair of you with such a big smile on his face.

‘Mason, good to see you man’

‘You know each other?’ You asked Clive as you joined him at the till and you could feel Mason was following on behind.

‘He’s one of my regulars’ Clive told you, turning to Mason so you could raise a brow at him and you could see him blushing before he shrugged at you. ‘Oh y/n, I thought of another idea whilst I was getting lunch. What do you think about setting up a record player at the album of the month display? We can pop some headphones in and have a little listening stand so people can listen before they buy’

‘I like that’ you nodded. I’ve got a few knocking around at the factory, I can bring one over’

‘I remember you used to have that in the shop at home’ Mason nodded. ‘I tell you what though, the best thing you guys ever had there was the live sessions’ he smiled before tending his attention to Clive. ‘Last Thursday of every month they’d get someone in to do a set and I’d always go with my brother’

‘Well why don’t we do that here?’ Clive asked, looking at you with an excited smile and you knew what he’d be asking next.

‘We stopped doing it at Portsmouth cause we couldn't afford to pay people back then but I bet I could set aside some budget and bring it back here. Maybe we can invite some more up and coming artists? Give them a bit of a platform and a chance to show themselves’

‘This is the best day ever’ Clive said more to himself than to you but you couldn’t help but share a secret smile with Mason as Clive typed away on his laptop. Mouthing him a quick thank you and you really were thankful for seeing him today.

You carried on like that for a few weeks, texting Mason most days as you sent each other silly things and as your friendship slowly developed again you started to feel even worse about what you’d done.

Mason was a sweetheart, constantly making time for you when you didn’t deserve it but knowing you made him happy with a few silly texts made your heart thump and all you wanted was to make him happier. To make up for all the times you’d let him down in all the years you’d known him as you fully came to terms with the fact you’d never treated him how he should have been.

You wanted to say sorry to him properly but you didn’t really know how to do it. You wanted it to be personal and meaningful so he knew it was sincere but you’d been thinking for days and nothing felt right.

It came to you one night as you were getting your things ready for work, hoping you could use the resources you had available at your fingertips to put something together for him and after some careful planning and a late night in the factory, you’d managed to pull together something you thought was worthy of an apology he deserved.

It was the thought of giving it to him that was putting you off, not wanting to get upset in front of him again but you wanted him to have what you’d made him so on a rare day off you’d taken to sort some things out at home, you made the trip to his house. It was just after lunch when you arrived to drop it off by his door, hoping he was out so you could leave it there for him to look at when he was back but your plans were thwarted as soon as you began walking up his drive.

His car wasn’t parked on the drive which had given you the confidence to walk up in the first place, hoping you could pop it by his front door, but you were about halfway up when his front door swung open and his eyes landed on you immediately.

‘What you doing here?’ He laughed, walking out of his door and clicking his key to open the garage behind him as he chuckled at you and you weren’t sure if you wanted to say something or run back down his drive. His garage door now fully open to reveal his cars and you realised how stupid you were to not realise they were in there.

‘I’ve got something for you’ you gulped as you approached him, deciding to take the plunge and tell the truth but the way he was looking at you with a confused smile as he tilted his head to the side was making you want to run. ‘I was just gonna leave it somewhere’

‘What is it?’ He asked cheekily, holding his hand out to take it from you and even though you felt embarrassed now and didn’t want to give it up, you handed it over to him.

‘A mixtape, of sorts’ you mumbled. ‘I realised the other day I never actually apologised for what I did and I wanted to do something nice for you. Although I’m just realising you’ll probably think of it whenever you play this and I’ve probably ruined all the songs on there for you so maybe this was a bad idea’

‘Nah, I love it’ he laughed, his face lighting up as he read over the handwritten tracklist on the back but you could feel your face heating up with every second that went by and before you knew it, your mouth was running away with you.

‘I really am sorry, Mase. I can’t even begin to explain how much’ you croaked. You didn’t want to get emotional again but every time you saw him it just slapped you in the face what an awful person you were and what an awful thing you had done.

‘It’s okay, I know you are’ he told you softly but all you could do was sob as you hid your face. Not even pushing him away when he wrapped his arms around you, simply melting into his frame as he stroked your back gently and rested his cheek on the top of your head. ‘Hey come on, what’s all these tears for?’

‘I just can’t help but feel like I’ve messed up probably the best thing I could have ever had’ you confessed and you could sense he was a little shocked as his body stiffened before his posture softened once more.

‘I’m not one to hold a grudge, especially not when it comes to you’ he told you quietly, pulling away so he could look at you before reaching up to stroke your cheek softly in order to get you to look at him. ‘I get why you did it, yeah? We’ve all been fucked up for someone once’

‘Yeah but you don’t go and do what I did’

‘Not to that extreme maybe, no’ he chuckled, stroking your cheek to get rid of your tears. ‘But I’ve forgiven you, yeah? We don’t have to be all awkward with each other. I was hoping we could go back to being friends at least? And I mean proper friends, not whatever it was before’ he joked, trying his best to make you smile but you seemed to just be sobbing more.

‘You can’t forgive me Mase, not when I can’t forgive myself’ you sobbed, trying your hardest to stop your bottom lip from wobbling and as he quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks you found the strength to carry on. ‘When I look at you, I just feel sad… and guilty. I don’t wanna live like that forever’

‘You don’t have to’ he told you, shaking his head softly as he looked at you with so much concern it made your chest ache. ‘Why don’t we do something together?’

‘Like what?’ You laughed, thinking this was the last thing you expected him to say but you loved the way his face lit up knowing you were a little bit happier.

‘I don’t know, spend the rest of the day together doing something? Make some new memories and turn that frown upside down’ he joked, moving his hands to squeeze your shoulders and it was almost as if you couldn't believe what he was saying.

‘You don’t wanna spend the day with me’ you laughed, trying to test him a little bit to see if he was just having a laugh with you but his face remained serious.

‘Yeah I do’ he shrugged like it was the most simple thing in the world and you still didn’t understand why he was being so kind. ‘Why don’t we go and get some ice cream?’

‘Ice cream?’

‘Yeah, remember at school when you had that awful maths teacher, what was his name again?’ He asked and you knew exactly who he meant.

‘Mr Smith. Or Mr Shit as I called him’ you scowled, the mere mention of his name annoying you but the sound of Mason's giggles brought you back to reality.

‘Exactly, and there was that one day where he’d pepper chewed you out so you, me, Jamie and Rach got ice cream and sat on the beach’

‘How do you remember that?’

‘I remember a lot about you’ he smiled with a shrug. ‘But i remember you were a lot happier by the time we were done’

‘I haven’t had ice cream in months’

‘That might explain why you’re such a mardy arse then’ he teased but before you could say anything back he was leading you into his garage and opening the passenger door to his car with a smile. ‘Come on, my treat. We can go by the canal and pretend it’s the sea’

‘Maybe we can feed the ducks if we see any?’ You asked excitedly and he was nodding back with just as much enthusiasm and all thoughts of not wanting to hang out with him were out the window. Jumping in his car as he ran around to the other side after shutting your door and the soft smile he sent you as he set off made your heart thump.

It wasn’t exactly the time of year for it, but you were still annoyed you couldn’t find an ice cream van for love nor money. In the end, parking up and running into a small Tesco so you could pick one out of the freezer before Mason let you know there was a good view of old Trafford not too far away and suggested that you should walk by that section of the canal. You happily went along with it as you were up for doing whatever he wanted but it was nice you get some fresh air and sun on your face for a bit.

You’d never been this close to old Trafford before and you stopped by a railing so you could lean on it and take a better look. Mason's arm brushing up against yours as you stood side by side and ate in silence until your mouth started talking before you’d even realised.

‘It's huge’ you commented, nodding your head towards the stadium as you both finished your ice creams and when he held his hand out to take your rubbish you passed it over so he could pop it in the bin. ‘Do you ever get scared?’

‘Sometimes, I have a little trick though’ he smiled, moving to stand behind you with a hand on your hip and as his chest hit your back you felt your knees go weak. You weren’t expecting him to get this close to you but you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it.

‘On the other side the corner to the left, well that’s the one that faces south. So everything I feel scared or like I don’t think I can do it, I just look that way and I know I’m facing home. Things don’t feel so scary then’ he told you softly and you felt your eyes fill up at his words.

You were as stiff as a board and you knew it, willing yourself to relax a bit but as his free hand flanked your other side once he’d stopped talking you felt even more awkward. It was like you were too nervous to concentrate on anything other than the way his hands felt holding you again and you hadn't realised how much you’d missed being this close to him.

‘Hey, relax’ he laughed in your ear quietly, clearly feeling how stiff you were in his hold but with one squeeze of your waist you felt yourself melting into him a bit. His arms now circling you as he pulled you closer into his body but it was when he rested his cheek on the top of your head that you finally went with it. Your arms now on top of his to hold him back and it was like you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as a sense of belonging washed over you.

The view was beautiful from here, but there was one thing you couldn’t see that you knew was even more beautiful. Turning your head to the side and looking up so you could catch a glimpse of his chocolate eyes and as soon as you did you were turning in his arms to face him. No longer content with being stood like this as you wanted to hold him properly and as you carefully wrapped your arms around his neck he pulled you impossibly closer.

You’d never had a hug like this before, that felt like this before and you could fell your eyes sting as his touch set you alight. Feeling as though he was filling you up with his love with each stroke of his thumbs on your back and as you felt him nuzzle his face into the side of your neck you let out a shuddery breath.

‘You okay, sweetheart?’ He whispered into your skin, his arms gently swaying you from side to side in the most comforting way and you willed yourself to keep your emotions in check.

‘I’m fine’ you sniffed, pulling away just enough so that you could look at him and the sympathetic expression on his face almost set you off again. ‘Just a lot on my mind’ you laughed as you rolled your eyes but he just squeezed you a little tighter in response.

‘Tell me’

‘I know you keep saying it’s fine and you've forgiven me but I just still feel like crap’ you laughed. ‘Moving up here, I suppose it was meant to be a bit of a fresh start for me and I wanted to show everyone who I could be. Like you all thought I was a dork at school but look at me now but I’ve gone so far the other way it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore. I should have never thought it was okay to do what I did’

‘I never thought you were a dork. I’ve always seen you, you know? But this… how you are up here… it’s not you, y/n’

‘I know’ you sniffed, it really hitting home that he knew you probably better than you knew yourself at this point and as your eyes selfishly flashed to his lips all you could think about was kissing him again after he’d taken your breath away all those weeks ago. ‘No one’s ever seen me like you before’

‘That’s cause no one’s ever loved you like me before’ he told you softly and even though you’d always known it, it was still a shock to hear the words coming from him. A wobbly breath falling from your lungs as his words hit you whilst his loving smile made you want to smile back at him twice as wide. ‘Stupidly or not, I’ve always loved you. I figured if I was nice enough then maybe one day you could learn to love me back’ he confessed and you felt your bottom lip drop.

‘I know what I did was awful, but I’m not horrible. I’m just a bit dumb, you know?’ You told him tearily but you smiled as he laughed along with you. Tucking your hair behind your ear softly as his happy eyes bore into yours and you knew you wanted to keep talking. ‘One day I think, well I know, that I’ll be able to love you too. I just hope it’s not too late’ you nodded and your heart swelled as he nodded along with you. ‘I know sorry won’t make up for everything but it’s all I have for you right now. Just give me some time to prove myself’

‘You don’t realise it but I can tell you’re on the way back already. If you would have carried on like you were then I wouldn't have bothered trying to talk to you again’ he laughed but you didn’t have a chance to reply as a flash in the corner of your eye startled you before a loud crash of thunder made you squeal in terror.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay’ he reassured you, pulling you into his body carefully as you froze in terror and after a frightened whimper left your lips he was pulling you back in the direction of his car. ‘Come let’s go back to mine’

It was around a half an hour drive back to Masons house and when you pulled up onto his drive you were wondering if he was going to invite you in or send you on your way but once you were out of his car he was pulling you up the drive to his front door and taking you inside without even asking.

‘You want a drink or anything?’

‘Oh I’m… it’s okay I can go if you’re busy’ you told him, not wanting to interrupt his day anymore than you had but he just smiled at you warmly.

‘No no, rest of the day today remember? I’m not letting the rain stop that’ he winked ‘Come on, we can go relax for a bit’

‘Mase-‘ you started but another crash of thunder made you jump and his eyes softened as he reached for you.

‘Y/n come on’ he probed gently. ‘You’re exhausted’

‘I’m okay’

‘Not you’re not. Come lay down’ he all but demanded, and when he pulled you to his living room by your hand you went with him.

‘Mase-‘

‘Just do it, It’s okay’ he reassured you, stopping by his sofa so he could rearrange the cushions for you and when he reached for the blanket you felt your heart warm. ‘Just relax, okay? I’ve got some stuff to do but I’ll be in the other room so I’ll be quiet’ he told you but he could clearly tell you were still unsure. ‘Please’

‘Fine’ you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully as you flopped onto his sofa and you couldn’t stop the giggles as he tucked you in and popped a kiss on your temple.

You tried to sleep, your body aching from how knackered you were but after Mason had finished whatever he was up to in the house you could feel his presence on the other side of the room and you turned to face him. His eyes on you as you got comfortable on your side to look at him and you sent a shy smile his way which he returned.

‘I thought you were having a kip? It’s only been fifteen minutes’ Mason asked as he looked over to you from the other side of the sofa. Noticing he’d been scrolling on his phone waiting for you for a few minutes but now you were looking at him, his phone was away so he could focus just on you. You just shrugged your shoulders though as you didn’t know how to tell him you couldn’t sleep as all you could think about was him.

‘Not tired now’ you mumbled but as you tapped the space next to you but you knew that wasn’t the only reason. ‘Come and lay with me’

You didn’t really ask him, more like demanded that he come over to you but just like always he did exactly as you asked. Carefully getting up before squishing himself in next to you and after a little bit of a tangle with your arms and legs, his arm was around your waist as you half laid on top of him and rested your head in your hand so you could look down at him.

You’d never really taken the time to look at him properly before. Even from a mile away anyone could see he was handsome, and you’d always known he was objectively good looking, but looking at him up close was a whole different ball game.

His lashes were so long as they brushed his cheeks when he looked down but it was the big brown eyes that they framed that melted you. It’s like they were telling you all you needed to know about how he felt and you loved that he was so open with his feelings for you. You just hoped you could repay the favour one day if he was willing to wait.

‘What are you blushing for?’ You whispered. Noticing the way his nose and cheeks were now tinged pink but as soon as the words left your mouth he was just blushing deeper until the bridge of his nose was a deep red.

‘I’m not’ he scoffed, trying to look away and hide his face but you held his jaw and made him keep looking at you.

‘You are’ you giggled, stroking the bridge of his nose ever so gently as he looked up at you in awe. ‘Right here, you’re all red’

‘I’m always red there’ he smiled before his face got a little more serious. ‘I know this is practically common knowledge at this point, but I’ve had a crush on you since I was 13’ he confessed and you loved the fact he wasn’t shy with it but you noticed he could no longer hold your eye contact. ‘I’ve always dreamt of moments like this with you. I’ve never once not wanted this, even when I said my feelings for you were gone they never went anywhere’

You were left speechless by his declaration. In the back of your mind you’d known when you hurt him and he’d thrown all those angry words in your face he was speaking out of frustration rather than from the heart, but you couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him speak about you so positively. If Mason, who was a ray of sunshine in your life thought so highly of you then you couldn’t be that bad, right?

You'd been awful and you knew you didn’t deserve it, but you wanted him to carry on. To talk about you like no one else would so he could make you feel like no one else ever had and as you smiled down at him you could see he was looking up at you suspiciously.

‘Tell me more’ you whispered, watching his eyes roll sarcastically and you knew he was embarrassed a little bit.

‘You know how I feel about you’

‘I know but I wanna hear more’ you asked him with a cheeky smile. The hand that had been settled on his chest moving up to cup his jaw and as you stroked his cheek gently it was like you could feel him relax into the cushions even more.

‘I think you're beautiful’ he whispered, his eyes flicking all over your face. ‘And funny and kind-‘

‘That a lie’ you scoffed, cutting him off with a laugh and thankfully he was laughing with you.

‘Well not all the time’ he teased with a wink but you knew he was just trying to have a laugh with you so you sent him a wink back. ‘But I know you’ve got a lot of love to give, even to people who don’t deserve it’

‘How can you talk about me like this after everything I did? You should hate me’

‘I’ve never hated you, never have never will’ he confirmed cheekily before he face got serious again. ‘I was just disappointed, that’s all. I thought that could have been the start of something for us’ he told you sadly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, your eyes now fixed on his chest as your fingers played with the strings on his hoodie. ‘But like I said, no one’s loved you like I do and even something like that won’t make me feel any different and I don’t care if that’s stupid or whatever. I’d rather take my chances and have you while I can than not at all and I knew it might have only lasted that one night. I just figured you were worth it’

‘God I’ve been a right bitch to you’ you laughed, your eyes filling up again. ‘Not even just these past few months but since we’ve known each other. I never even bothered to get to know you and it’s it’s like you’ve been here the whole time’

‘Well I knew I’d wear you down eventually, I just didn’t think it would take 14 years’ he chuckled, trying to make you smile as he could tell you were getting upset again. ‘These last few weeks, everytime the doors gone I always wonder if it’s you. And I think about what I’d do if it was’ he smiled. ‘Hours Ive sat here, thinking about bringing you inside and sitting you down. Talking about everything’s that happened like we have done and thinking about what I wanna say’

‘Do you have anything else left?’

‘I think I’ve got it all out’ he laughed. ‘But I just want you to remember that I’m okay, and I think if we put our minds to it we can move on from this. I basically have but I don’t want you to stress anymore’ he told you. Reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear and the action made your breath hitch in your throat. ‘Do you have anything else you want to say?’

‘A little thing’ you laughed, hoping he’d see the funny side of what you were about to say. ‘Remember when I said I deleted all those pictures?’ You told him and you saw his brows crease as he nodded. ‘Well I may have kept one of them. Just the one of us in the bathroom and you can’t even see your face’ you explained and thankfully he was smiling at you. ‘I just… if you never wanted to speak to me again, I just wanted a reminder that it was all real’

‘I’ll allow it’ he winked. ‘Thank you for being honest’

‘I’m trying my best’ you giggled and as he squeezed your thigh you felt your heart stutter.

‘Did you have a nice day today?’ He asked and you were happy for the change of subject as it had all been pretty heavy so far. Looking back to his kind face that radiated warmth and all you could think about was kissing him but you knew it was off the cards.

‘I did, yeah’ you smiled, stroking his cheek lightly as he smiled up at you. ‘I’m a bit upset we never got to see any ducks though’

‘That’s cause they don’t live down that way’ he said matter of factly and you felt your eyebrows pinch in confusion before you laughed.

‘What? Why didn’t you tell me before?’ You giggled. Watching him blush a bit as he smiled back at you and you couldn’t remember a time where you’d ever felt happier.

‘Cause you were excited to look for them’ he shrugged. ‘I didn’t want to disappoint you but telling you they weren’t there’

‘Well thank you’ you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully but he just winked back at you.

‘You know, I never thanked you actually’ he told you, bumping his leg into yours before trapping it between his own.

‘What for?’ You giggled, not being able to think of a single thing he would ever have to thank you for.

‘For standing up for me at your birthday’ he told you and the fact he’d confirmed that he’d definitely overheard what you’d said made your cheeks redden. ‘Even if you didn’t mean it at the time it was still nice to hear’

‘I did mean it’ you nodded. ‘And when I told you you work out who your friends are when things are tough, I meant that too. You were the only one who messaged me to check in on me, you know. Not just asking questions or trying to get any gossip from me but to actually ask about me. And I just threw it back in your face’

‘Y/n-‘

‘I can’t stop thinking about you’ you whispered, cutting him off as he looked up at you sweetly and hung on your every word. ‘And not in a bad way like I said earlier. It's like I can’t stop thinking about your smile, the way you touched me… kissed me’ you gulped and the slight smirk that formed on his lips made your heart race. ‘You know I’d give anything to go back and change that night’

‘I know love’ he nodded sympathetically and just like always it’s like he could read your mind. Knowing exactly what to say to make you feel better but you weren’t expecting what was about to come out of his mouth. ‘You know, you don’t have to close the door on anything, my door is still very much open’ he told you as he tried to wiggle himself into you further and you carried on lazily brushing your fingers over his chest as you peered down at him.

‘What?’ You questioned but you knew from his expression what he meant. ‘Why?’

‘You do stupid things when you love someone’ he whispered and you knew his words applied to the both of you.

‘I don’t… I don’t love him. Not anymore’ you gulped as you shook your head vigorously. ‘In all honesty I don’t think I ever really did, not how you’re supposed to love someone anyway. I think I just loved the image of him, you know? Like what we could be in my mind was better than what we actually were’

‘I know’

‘We never said that to each other anyway. I tried once and didn’t exactly get the response I wanted so I never tried again’ you smiled, trying to laugh it off a bit but he just carried on looking at your earnestly.

‘You deserve to be told you’re loved every single day, he was never good enough for you. And that's not me saying I am-

‘Mase-‘

‘Wait let me finish’ he laughed before his face got serious again. ‘You’re so special to me and I can’t even explain why. It’s like my soul knows you’re meant to be mine or something’ he laughed. ‘And I’m not expecting you to feel the same, I accepted it a long time ago that you don’t but you’re so hard to move on from’

‘So don't’ you whispered and you knew your answer confused him as his brows pinched together.

‘Don’t what?’

‘Move on from me’ you gulped, hoping he would understand what you were saying. ‘Don’t move on, stay right where you are and I’ll come to you. I’m really not that far away, I’ve been on my way to you for a while now I just didn’t realise it’ you reassured him but he wasn’t giving much away as he looked up at your face. ‘You can trust me Mase’

‘I know’

‘You don’t’ you smiled sadly. You hadn't given him anything to trust ever and you wanted him to know it was okay that he doubted you. ‘But I’ll prove it, I promise’

You didn’t know if you were allowed but you couldn't stop yourself anymore. Cradling his cheek in your hand as you peered down at him and you could see it in his eyes how much he wanted to kiss you even though he was scared. You took charge though and tilted his head ever so slightly before leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

You forgot how good it felt to kiss him, the world around you blurring at the edges and all you could see and feel was Mason. His strong heartbeat pounding away under your fingers that were laid on his chest and no matter how soft you tried to keep things it was Mason who was deeping it. His free hand holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t part from him but you didn’t want to anyway. He felt safe, like home, and you only pulled away when you absolutely had to so you could take a breath.

‘Will you let me take you out? On a proper date, not for a walk to look for imaginary ducks’ Mason whispered to you after a while. Your forehead still resting on his and as you giggled he squeezed your sides gently.

‘I’d like that’ you grinned. Dipping back down to kiss him and you knew you’d finally be okay.

Three Months Later

‘Will you stop checking your phone?’ You heard from next to you. Turning to see Suzi stood there with her arms crossed over her body and you realised instantly you hadn't even realised she’d joined you as you were so engrossed with your phone.

‘He said he’d be here’ you pouted. Chancing a look again at your messages but it was exactly the same as you’d left it 5 seconds ago.

‘And he will be, it’s his bloody idea after all’ she laughed as she walked off but the sound of the bell going off on the shop door caught your attention. His eyes finding yours immediately and you knew the smile on your face was just as wide as his.

‘Hello beautiful’ Mason whispered as he approached you. Dipping down to kiss your cheek gently and you were blushing hard at the gesture instantly. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t find a parking space it’s rammo out there’

‘That’s okay, you’re here now’ you laughed, letting him stand behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and once he was settled you were looking up at him over your shoulder softly. ‘Missed you’

‘Missed you too’ he grinned down at you, your head tilting up in hopes he’d lean down to kiss you and he didn’t need telling twice. Dipping his head to place the sweetest kiss on your lips that made your head spin and you finally felt like you were back where you belonged now you were in his arms.

‘Ugh’ Suzie gagged from next to you as just rejoined you both with a drink in her hand and her disgust caused you both to pull away with a giggle. ‘I think I preferred it when you two didn’t talk’ she teased but you knew she was just joking. She had been the one to push to hang out with Mason more and more since you told her you’d made up that day on his sofa and when you told her two weeks ago you’d finally become official, she was over the moon for you both.

You watched as Mason greated Suzi quickly before moving onto your parents. Big smiles on all their faces as they hugged and chatted away like they’d always known him and it warmed your heart to know they were all getting on so well. Wanting to go and join them now that everything was set up in the shop but as you approached you could hear Mason and your dad deep in conversation.

‘Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. She’s got her spark back since you’ve been back around’ he told Mason and you could see from a mile off his much it meant to Mason to hear that from him.

‘Well if I’m being honest she’s done the same for me, I think we both just needed a reminder of home’ he shrugged, trying to brush it off just like everytime you complimented him but your dad just laughed and patted him on the back.

‘Yeah well, I think it was a bit more than that’ he teased. ‘But I’m glad you’ve got each other’

‘Me too’ Mason smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides before they were searching for you and once he’d found what he was looking for he held his hand out for you to take.

‘I got you a drink’ you smiled and the way he beamed back at you made your heart swell. Taking it from your hand to place on the side next to yours before popping a kiss on your forehead.

‘Thank you, gorgeous’

‘I should be saying that to you’ you laughed. Wrapping an arm around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders protectively and you wanted to melt into him as you felt so safe and warm. ‘This is amazing Mase I can’t believe we did it’

‘You did it’ he told you pointedly but you weren’t having any of it.

‘Well it was your idea, and you helped plan and set up so I’d say you did it’

‘Well you’re very pretty’ he winked. His random compliment throwing you off a little but you knew you were blushing as you hid your face in his shoulder. ‘I mean it, you look beautiful’

‘Well then you’re very pretty too’ you chuckled but he didn’t have time to respond however the blush on his cheeks told you everything. The lights darkening as the artist you’d booked finally came out to a loud applause and after a quick introduction she started to perform.

She was four songs in when she announced she was mixing things up a bit and was going to sing a cover and as soon as her fingers hit the keys you knew the song. One you’d put on Masons I’m sorry playlist and you knew he realised too as he squeezed your waist gently in response and pulled you closer into his body. Your face tilted up and over your shoulder to see his and he was looking back down at you so softly you felt your eyes well up. An unspoken realisation between the pair of you that thing song was special to you and as he placed a kiss to your forehead you realised again how far you both had come.

It was you that pulled Mason away and out of the crowd so you could stand off to the side on your own. The pair of you in your own little bubble as you held each other and whispered the lyrics in each other's ear until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached up to kiss him.

You still couldn’t get over the feeling of being so close with him. The way he would hold you as he poured himself into you, the way his hold was always so gentle but strong and the way he didn’t care that anyone could see you he just wanted to kiss you and you wanted the same just as much.

I wanna say, Without you, everything's wrong

And you were everything I need all along

I wanna say, I wish that you never left

I love you so much’ you whispered as you pulled away, the words falling from your lips for the first time ever and you could tell Mason was shocked before the biggest grin you’d ever seen took over his face. His hands gripping your cheeks so he could pull you in for another heated kiss before his forehead rested on yours.

‘I love you too’ he whispered, his eyes bright and happy and you knew you’d never get over the feeling of being the one to make him smile. ‘I can’t believe you just said that to me’

‘Well you did say you’d wear me down eventually’ you winked, your heart swelling as he laughed with you and you knew you were finally on the right path with the boy who brought you peace.

Thanks so much for reading you beautiful people 😘 if you feel like, I’d love to know what you think so feel free to leave me some feedback if you’d like 🩷

[star-sim]

hello kitty meets batman (real not clickbait!) ☆ jake sim

☆ youtuber! super down bad! bf! jake x youtuber! fem! reader ☆summary: jake sim was youtube's cut-throat, horror creator, known for his dark video style. meanwhile, you were the cutesy beauty vlogger, lighting up every algorithmically generated home page you touched. no one would have expected you two vastly different people to know each other, let alone be in a long-term relationship. ☆ genre: fluff, youtuber! au, secret dating! au, established relationship, suggestive, im sorry im never letting the ytber au go, cutesy!reader, jake is SO down bad its kinda painful #patheticmen ☆warning(s): no, just fluffy, also reader is really feminine and girly in this ☆ word count: 13.4k words ☆ wrote half of this in spanish class so im sorry if there are mistakes, first time writing established relationship in full, kinda nervy

Jake Sim was many things.

One of the most popular and well-respected content creators on Youtube was one of them.

As Jake's nimble fingers darted across his keyboard, his other hand rested firmly on his mouth, he thought that the blue light emitting from his computer screen should burn his eyes. Except, it didn't. Despite what most people thought, 90% of being Youtuber was just simply staring at a computer screen, rather than being in front of a camera lens. The man felt his nose prickle before he let out a soundless, but satisfying, yawn. He leaned back against his office chair, stretching his neck and arms before he rubbed his eyes.

There was a reason that he was an extremely respected creator on Youtube.

For one, the production quality of his videos were high. Down to the Closed Captions or his camera's grain, Jake's attention to detail was immaculate. Not to mention, the content itself was magnificent. 

Whenever people asked Jake what he did for work, it was hard for him to answer.

He'd said that he made horror content, but he'd only earned incredulous looks, like he was a madman. Even then, "horror" content wasn't the correct description.

In short, Jake liked to make videos about obscure things. Which just so happened to be a little spooky. Sketchy true crime cases, searches for lost media, strange Internet phenomena, government cover-ups— Name anything a little bit eerie and Jake probably already covered something of that sort on his channel. Given the nature of his content, Jake almost always maintained a serious tone, but when the opportunity came to offer his opinion, he liked to relay it in a straightforward way. 

Another reason why he was so regarded was because of his content style. He preferred using darker colors, having a crisp microphone that picked up every rasp of his deeper voice. When he had camera shots, Jake liked to be in a dimly lit room. Unfortunately, his room was dark, too. 

This all combined together to create a singular image for Jake: the cool, high-quality, but a little bit scary, guy that likes to make videos about scary topics.

Now cracking his knuckles, Jake sucked in a sharp breath. Although he could easily export his upcoming video now and upload it, garnering millions of views, he refused to. There was something missing from it; it needed a little umph, a little embellishment to really pull things together. If there was one thing about Jake, it was that he'd put quality over quantity any day.

Jake is torn out of his thoughts when his phone, long forgotten next to his mouse, lit up. Usually, when he worked long afternoons like this, he silenced his phones in order to maintain focus.

However, there was always one exception.

You.

pretty girl: hi babe, do you think you can help me take promo pictures later?

The moment that Jake saw your contact show up, he picked up his phone immediately. His fingers tapped his screen, quickly responding to you.

me: yeah i can do it rn if you want

pretty girl: if youre busy, it doesn't need to be today, it can be tomorrow or something

pretty girl: oh

pretty girl: are you sure?

Of course he was.

Jake was already shutting off his monitor, grabbing his keys and shoving his feet into his shoes at your first message.

me: yeah i'll come over right now

You were Jake Sim's girlfriend. But other than the people in your personal life, no one else knew that.

Not that either of you minded.

Like Jake, you were a Youtuber. Except, your community was the complete opposite from his.

Your niche was cute makeup and lifestyle. Your videos had cute, blushy sets, characterized by cute plushies in the background and pretty, pink decorations. When you weren't making makeup tutorials or "get ready with me's," you were giving your viewers small sneak-peeks into your life. Whether it be your rosy morning skincare, or your sunny afternoon cooking attempts, or your illuminated late night thoughts, your content was light-hearted, soft, and personable. 

And if you weren't doing any of those things, you were modeling.

You were a beauty influencer, so you had sponsors from different makeup companies and such. What was most distinguishable from your personal brand was that you were one of Sanrio's biggest ambassadors. If there was someone that was the living embodiment of Hello Kitty, it was you.

Your personability, and your ability to feel authentic to your viewers, was a key factor in your large viewerbase. And what contributed to that the most was the fact that you had no idea how to use a camera. One would think that a content creator would know how to use a camera, but you were somehow the exception.

Not a problem!

Because you had your boyfriend, Jake!

Who was basically the master of content creation and film, in your opinion.

"Jakey!" you pounced on your boyfriend the moment he appeared at your apartment doorway. You threw your arms around his neck, immediately peppering his neck and cheeks with kisses. You heard him let out a few chuckles, feeling the rumble of his strong chest as he did. 

"Geez, babe, let me take my shoes off first," Jake teased you, taking in your sweet strawberry perfume. You immediately peeled yourself off of him, your lips forming a cute frown. 

"Shut up," you murmured, punching him on the arm while you jutted your bottom lip out. The lip tint and gloss on them shined, which made Jake grin. And when you noticed that he was staring at your lips, you gave him a gentle shove before saying again, “Shut up, Jakey.”

There it was, his favorite thing about you.

You were so, very, really, undeniably, mean to him.

Okay, that sounded weird.

But it was the truth.

Your relationship could be summed up in a few words—

You were just the cutest, and could barely contain your feelings for Jake, so you'd get all cuddly and affectionate with him. He'd tease you about it, so you'd get all shy and flustered, and you would begin to be mean to him. You'd call him stupid or annoying, and you'd tell him to go away but make no effort to resist his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And then he would get to tease you more, until you were so embarrassed that you relented and let him kiss you.

How could he not resist teasing you?

You were always so pretty, with makeup or not, and it was easy to tease you since you got embarrassed so easily.

Even if he was holding his most expensive camera in his hands, he'd still let you pounce on him, if it meant that he got one extra kiss from you.

You led him to your bedroom. It had the same sweet, strawberry scent as you. Your room was pink, and along the walls were shelves, all filled with the many, many plushies that Jake bought you. Plopping onto your bed, Jake watched as you dug around your filming desk.

"Sooo," he started, "You're gonna do a promotional post on Instagram?"

You hummed. Sanrio recently launched a new line of lip tints, and they sent you their newest ones to review and promote. 

"I already made a review, and it's going to go up later," you said, digging through your drawers. "I want to make a promo post, too, y'know?"

You let out an 'a-ha!' as you found what you were looking for. It was a tube of lip-tint, the newest one from the collection. You then touched up your makeup a little more. 

Jake watched you in awe. The way you applied lip gloss and brushed setting powder (or was it blush? he didn't know anything about makeup) onto your cheeks was so mesmerizing, as you weren't already so captivating to him.

Finally, you stood up, straightening out your outfit. You puckered your lips, and when you noticed Jake staring at you, you gave him a little twirl.

"How do I look?" you asked. 

Jake, with his camera in hand, pointed the lens at you. He looked through the viewfinder.

"Beautiful." 

As always.

The shoot went smoothly. As you always did when Jake was your photographer, the two of you drove to the film studio, renting out a room for a good hour. Jake was a pro with the camera and you were an even bigger pro at modeling. Other than a few compositional edits or changes in exposure, you and Jake were done as soon as you started. The two of you decided that you’d go back to your place, cook dinner together, and maybe watch a movie.

Except that got delayed.

“Y-You’re so annoying, Jake,” you struggled out. You were in the back seat of your car, legs thrown over your boyfriend’s hips, his soft lips connected to your neck. Your fingers gently tugged on his hair, you yourself pressing soft pecks against his forehead and temples. It started because you gave Jake a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you,’ which spiraled into a makeout session in your car.

“What,” he breathed against your skin, dark eyes flickering up to yours. “You said you’d do anything to express your thanks for me.”

Jake kissed your neck again, before trailing up your throat to your jaw. Your fingers raked through his soft hair, pushing his dark locks out of his face so that you could see his face clearly. Jake reached up, took your hand out of his hair, and instead held your palm against his cheek, nuzzling into your warm hand. The way your eyes widened into saucers, lips parting, in response made the man’s lips curve upward.

“W-Well I thought you’d ask me to hug you… or something,” you said sheepishly, your voice soft as your boyfriend’s actions flustered you.

Jake grinned to himself internally before pulling away from you altogether. 

“Then do you want to stop?” Your eyes widened a fraction. “Then, let’s go hom—“

“No!” you cut him off, your hands squeezing his shoulders. “Let’s not!”

You stared at him, brows furrowed, for a few moments, before you noticed the growing grin on your boyfriend’s face. That look you knew too well, the one that said that he was going to tease the everlasting fuck out of you.

Jake pulled you in by the waist, close enough so that your chests touched, noses almost brushing against each other. He could feel the heat radiating off your face, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You sure you don’t wanna stop?” His voice was teasing, but you knew better. The earnest look in his eyes, you stared into yours, was filled with sincerity. He gave your waist a squeeze, almost as if to ask, “Do you actually want this?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you breathed against his lips, matter-of-factly. “I don’t wanna stop.”

The corner of his lips begin to lift.

“So you better kiss me,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he rasped back, before attacking your lips.

(Later, when you were done, you two went home and went about your plan for the night. Except, you had to yell at Jake to go wash his face, because the sight of your lipstick at the corner of his lips was too much for you to take.)

"Hi, everyone!" you greeted the camera, folding your hands in your lap. With your thick, pink, knit sweater's sleeves falling over your wrists, you shot the lens a pretty smile. It was another normal day on the job of making content.

"As you guys know, VidCon is coming up soon." You pulled your makeup pouch toward your chest, leaning against the edge of your filming desk. "So, let's pack with me!"

Vidcon was an event for people to meet all of their favorite Youtubers. This year, you were invited to be one of the featured creators, given your popularity. As you filmed your "Pack with Me!" vlog, surrounded by ring lights aided by your windows cracked open, you recalled the email you had sent earlier, squeezing your eyes shut.

You see, Jake and you were both invited to VidCon. Since no one else, not even Youtube the corporation or your fellow Youtubers, knew that you guys were dating, Jake and you were given vastly different things. Youtube booked an entire hotel complex for all of its creators, and unfortunately, your room was located 10 floors below Jake's room. And worse, your booths and events were so far apart from each other that you probably wouldn't even see your boyfriend even if he decided to traverse the Convention. 

That's what you got for being vastly different content creators.

This year would be the first year that you and Jake got invited to VidCon, and you two wanted to share this experience with each other as much as possible.

Which is why you just shot Youtube one of the most embarrassing emails of your life.

"Hi, Youtube. The hotel complex you booked has a bar, and it is much closer to the top than the bottom. I really want to visit that bar. Can I request a room change so that my room is maybe on the 15th or 16th floors?" except add more formalities and much more discreet language, and that was the email you sent to your employers. You knew that it wouldn't be hard, and that the Youtube PR manager wouldn't reject your request. After all, you were the Sanrio beauty girl. Regardless, you'd gotten a response about an hour ago, and your request was approved, luckily. 

As you continued talking to your camera, folding your clothes neatly while chatting to your viewers about updates in your life, you thought about what you and Jake should do at VidCon. It was in the LA area, but you definitely wanted to visit other places in Southern California. 

It was no surprise that you and Jake had been more than touchy and close to each other. You were dating. Still, butterflies formed in your stomach as you thought about what you would do with him. Your face heated up at the thought of you and him spending time together in the hotel's rooftop hot-tub. The idea of him sneaking in your room at night, warming you up and pepperinging your cheeks with kisses, made your heart rate speed up, and you could only relish in the thought of exploring LA, Irvine, or wherever Jake wanted to take you with him.

You were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities, but the mere thought of your boyfriend being within the same vicinity as you made you nervous.

Just as you finished folding your clothes, you heard your front door crack open.

"Babe?" you hear Jake's voice call out your name. You turn off your camera to greet him, swearing to forget all of the thoughts you just had. Except, the moment that you locked eyes with him, all determination to not be teased left your body. Your lips wobbled, trying to bite back that stupid, bashful, and lovesick smile that made its way onto your face when you thought about Jake, but your eyes gave it all away. Instead of throwing yourself at him like you usually did, you only reached for the hem of his black T-shirt, playing with it sheepishly. 

You mumbled a small, "Hi."

You could feel Jake staring at you, and you could hear the way his lips curve into a smug, shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," you told him, your eyebrows crashing together.

"Baby, I didn't even say anything," Jake said, his hands finding their place on your lower back.

You felt shy and exposed before him. "Well, I know you're going to say something."

Jake grasped your chin, gently making you look at him. You tried to avoid his eyes, but it was impossible to avoid those dreamy, caramel eyes. Then, he took your face with both his hands, leaning in.

Was he going to kiss you? Oh my god, he was! Quick! What do you do? You felt like you were going to melt.

Instinctively, your hands tightened on the hem of his shirt, the black fabric scrunching in your fists. You closed your eyes, your lips softly puckering. You could feel him coming closer and closer, until his breath fanned your cheek.

As if he hadn't kissed you a million times before, your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. 

Jake ghosted his lips over yours, inching just close enough that he could brush his lip against yours. 

And then, he pulled away from you. He took off his shoes, placed down his keys, and made his way into your bedroom, leaving you there standing alone.

Heat spread across your face and neck and ears as you realized your boyfriend had just teased you once again. You hid your face in your palms, letting out a small whine of embarrassment, before recollecting yourself and joining your boyfriend.

"Woah, what's going on here, babe?" Jake asked, standing at your bedroom doorway. 

"Oh." There was clothes and film equipment sprawled across your floor and bed. "I was filming a video."

You saw Jake's expression twitch, before he took your hands in his.

"My bad, was I interrupting something?" He was sincere in how his face showed a small drop of guilt for disrupting your filming. How could someone be such a tease one moment yet be so genuine the next?

"No, it's okay, Jakey," you said. "I mean, I need to finish my video, but I don't mind if you're around."

And that's how you found yourself trying not to burst out laughing as you filmed your video. Jake kept making funny faces at you, that goofy grin growing on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Jake, stop making faces!" you laughed, throwing a shirt at him.

He dodged it, throwing his head back into one of the plushies that he bought you. "I'm not doing anything!"

You threw another shirt at him, this time hitting him square in the face. Instead of admitting defeat, Jake only grabbed your shirt, pulling the fabric to his nose and taking a long, dramatic, sniff. 

"You smell sooooo good, babe," he said, ignoring your contorted expression, "I think I'm gonna keep this. You won't mind, right?"

"Ugh, Jaaaaakee!"

You plopped on top of him in bed. You felt his chest rumble as chuckles left his lips, rolling your eyes at him. You gave his chest a smack, a pout forming on your lips.

"You're so annoying," you mumbled as his hands slithered up to your hips. He gave your ass a pat, gesturing you to adjust your position. You did, sitting up so that you straddled your boyfriend's hips.

"And you're so pretty," he said, squeezing your hipbone.

"Let go of me," you poked him in the chest, but made no attempt to get off of him. 

"No."

"I need to finish my video," you pouted, still not moving to get off of him. 

"I don't care." Jake instead sat up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his face getting suspiciously close to your boobs. "Just lay with me."

Your fingers ran through his dark locks, before giving them a tug towards your chest. Jake laid his cheek against your boobs like they were pillows, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and neck. The next thing you knew, he was pressing sticky kisses against your chest and neck, soft gasps escaping your lips.

"Sorry, babe," he muttered against the shell of your ear, "I just can't resist you."

You let out a soft "ahhh!" when he bit down on your skin, his teeth brushing against the nape of your neck. Jake briefly pulled away, a smirk making its way onto his face as he admired the red-purple mark on your neck. 

"You're just too addicting."

Long story short, your video was still finished and uploaded. As Jake edited his video, he let yours play in the background, your bright voice illuminating his dark room. Somehow, your voice was the only thing that made him focus. 

However, when he heard a familiar laugh— his laugh— in your video, Jake stopped in his tracks.

His mind flashed back to what happened the other day in your apartment, when he interrupted you during your filming.

"I don't know if I turned off my camera, Jake," you had purred as Jake's tongue dipped into your collarbone. At that point, both you and him were shirtless, hair disheveled and pupils blown out with desire. Jake remembered the electricity that ran through him as those words left your lips.

"Am I supposed to care?" he had muttered, trailing kisses down your chest. "If they hear us, that's not my problem."

It was almost like you, who edited your video, added that clip to tease him. 

Immediately, his cheeks began turning the brightest shade of red possible. If you were here, he would have only coughed and looked away shyly, but since he was alone, his embarrassment spread across his face like a wildfire. Jake almost never showed it when he was flustered, at least when he was around you. 

He hid his face in his palms, sucking in a sharp breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, warmth prickling his skin. You were going to be the death of him. He let out a small, lovesick giggle, one that his friends would flame him for. He couldn't help it, not if it was you. 

When he read the comments, still flustered out of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment when no one seemed to notice him. 

For some reason, Jake couldn’t help but want people to know that you were his. He knew that you and him kept your relationship private to preserve it, but he still wanted to show you off.

Except, one comment caught his eye.

“Wait, does [Name] have a boyfriend? Who laughed at 6:34?” it read. Jake’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. The warmth that spread across his chest as his lips pulled upwards. He almost wanted to jump on his bed and roll around while giggling like a schoolgirl, but he contained himself.

At the corner of his eye, Jake spotted a certain plushie. 

As you were a partner of Sanrio, for a time there was a Limited Edition [Name] plushie, clad in pink with a cute, ruffle-lace bow to top it all off. Of course he bought one the moment it launched. Jake preferred his room to be completely dark and black, but he liked to keep that plushie on his bed, and although he’d never admit it, he hugged it when he slept if you weren’t with him.

Would it be wrong of him to tease you back? After all, Jake still had to film the brand deal for his new video. 

Would it hurt to position the plushie just enough so that it was in frame? 

So that maybe someone would see it.

Vidcon came crashing on you and Jake like a meteor, and before the two of you knew it, you were in the venue, wringing your fingers as the event commenced.

Sometimes, it was difficult for you to comprehend the level of your popularity. Sure, the numbers that Youtube loved to display for you told you that you had millions watching you, but mere numerical figures were simply not enough for you to wrap your mind around.

Your schedule that day was simple: you were going to have a booth that you'd tend to for an hour or two, where your fans could take pictures with you and take a few freebies with them. Then, you'd go to your main event, which was in a smaller venue.

At your booth, where you sat currently, your personal table was set up in a very special way: your table was pink, and covered in a lacy, white tablecloth. Even the wall behind you was specifically painted pink and decorated with various Sanrio-esque decorations. You had stickers that you'd give out, as well as a Limited Edition Vidcon Sanrio plushie of you that people could buy. The pink polaroid decorated with Hello Kitty stickers hung around your neck with a pink lanyard. You genuinely looked like Sanrio and Hello Kitty vomited all over you, but you didn't mind. And plus, that didn't matter, because you were cute either way.

You were hit with pure surprise as multiple groups of fans came your way. The amount of people that came to you, rambling nervously about how much they loved you, how much they looked up to you, how much you inspired them and made their days better, made you feel light-headed. And very warm inside.

Jake was the one that did the talking for you (thank goodness!), but for some reason, you pushed through your usual shyness, instead wanting for people to come up to you and talk.

Your face lit up as one of your fans, a girl that looked around your age, maybe only a few years younger than you, approached you. You could tell by the Sanrio sticker of you on her phone case that she was most definitely here for you.

"Oh my gosh, hi [Name]!" She gazed at you with wide, glimmering eyes. 

Your initial reaction was surprise, but then you broke out into a smile. You cocked your head, fingers gripping the hem of your dress, both nervous and excited. "Hi, there."

You fan took one look at your face, and squealed. The way that she giggled, bouncing on her feet as she fangirled over you made warmth spread across your cheeks, getting shy and looking down briefly.

"I'm sorry, [Name]!" Your fan couldn't stop giggling, which you thought was very cute. It was now that you noticed the camera in your hand. "I just really love your content, and I'm just so excited to meet you in real life!"

You blinked at her a few times, before you smile only widened. 

"Don't worry about it!" you said, taking her free hand in yours. Your shyness melted away as your fan squealed again. "It really means a lot to me that you came out here to personally see me."

Your eyes flickered over to her camera, squeezing her hand and motioning to it with your other. "Can I...?"

She nodded enthusiastically, so you took her camera. Turn on the 'photo' setting, you posed for the camera, taking multiple pictures of yourself for her. You hoped that that would make up for your shyness. The two of you hugged, and you took many polaroids for her.

Almost immediately, after she left, you were tagged in a Twitter thread. It was that fan, reporting her experience with you.

"She was so much prettier in real life, I thought I was in heaven," her tweets detailed, "And [Name] was so sweet! It felt like I was meeting the real life Hello Kitty."

She posted the pictures you took on her camera, and then the videos. You couldn't help but grin like an idiot, especially at the comments (and the rapidly-accumulating likes and retweets).

"The way [Name] gets so shy is so cute!"

"I don't really watch beauty content but I love [Name] so much."

"She's like an actual Disney Princess."

You loved your fans, you really did. You were grateful for them, and you thought they were very cute. 

You were excited to see how Vidcon would treat you.

Jake was fighting.

He was fighting demons, wars, the little voices in his head.

Did you have to look so pretty today?

Jake's own event was an entire venue away from yours. He had a few events, so after his first one, he took a small break, where he looked through his notifications. 

Of course, the first thing he looked at was your texts. They were from a while ago, during his show when he didn't have his phone on him, so he responded to them now. He smiled at your cute texts, expressing how excited and happy you were. His heart jumped out of his chest when he saw the selfie you sent him: there you were, in all your cutesy Sanrio glory, smiling so prettily for him. Jake had to clasp his face to hide the stupid, love-struck grin that bled onto his face. 

"Oi, what're you giggling about?" Jake was interrupted by Jay, another one of his fellow horror Youtubers.

Jake immediately wiped his expression clean. "Nothing."

When he glanced back at his phone, that dumb grin began to form again.

Jay groaned. "This is so weird. It's like watching Batman smile."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake scoffed.

"I'm sayin' that you're basically Youtube's Batman," Jay scrunched his nose, "And it's weird seein' you all... smiley and stuff."

"I literally smiled earlier!"

"Not in the way that you did just now. I have a bad feeling about it."

"Shut up!"

Jake really tried his best to swallow back his pure admiration for you as he opened his phone screen again, but he failed miserably.

He wished he could see you right now. He loved to see his fans, he loved to talk to them about their shared interest: all things horror and obscure.

But Jake missed you right now.

His heart plummeted to his stomach, however, when he logged onto Twitter, and saw the worst hashtag he could ever think of: #[Name]isSoCute.

He agreed with it. No, he embraced that sentiment with every molecule in his being.

Just... he wished that he could see you right now. When he checked the tag and saw all the cute pictures that people took of you and the sweet experiences they had with you, he frowned— That should be him!

However, Jake actually saw the worst thing to ever materialize when he saw the top video under the tag.

It was a shaky video, starting off with a teenage boy walking up to you. In the background, he could hear your pretty voice in the background, exchanging small greetings and words with the poster. Jake was almost lost in his sheer love for you when his eyes narrowed. The boy in the video let out a little chuckle, before dropping a cheesy pick-up line on you.

"[Name], if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber." What made it worse was that you only giggled, leading the boy to drop a few other dumb pick-up lines. The camera panned up to you, showing you all smiley and bashful. Then, you and the boy hugged, before taking a few polaroids together.

Jake almost snapped his phone in half.

He understood better than anyone that you were a content creator just like him. It was part of the job to interact with fans, and given your character, of course you were sweet to them. He could tell that you were perfectly comfortable in the video, and that the kid probably was just joking around with his favorite Youtuber.

But did that stop Jake from mentally lambasting every single aspect of the video? Absolutely not.

Shaky camera, probably filmed on a phone, Jake's hands balled into fists, Fucked up aperture, exposure to low, bad mic.

Was he being a little immature? Yes, and Jake knew that. 

Though, Jake would admit that he agreed with a lot of comments and retweets under that post, hearting many of them in agreement.

"[Name] is such a cutie!" one read.

Absolutely.

"I love her so much," another read.

Me too, Jake thought.

"I want her so bad."

Just as Jake's finger hovered over the 'heart' button, he let out a small hmph. Did it annoy him that other people wanted you? Yes. But did he disagree with the comment? Nope. He pressed the "like" button.

He wanted to see you so bad. As Jake was queued up on stage, ready for his second event, he hoped that he could see you soon.

And his wish came true a few hours later.

It was now past noon, and Vidcon was in its (unofficial) intermission period, where a lot of the creators were now taking breaks. As Jake traversed the convention, he texted you trying to find a spot where the two of you could meet.

He passed the many booths and venues of his fellow Youtubers. The layout was unique in the way that Youtubers of similar genres were placed in similar areas. So when he started seeing Youtubers with bright makeup and problematic pasts, Jake knew that he was near you.

And lo and behold, soon he found you. Under the fluorescent light, you still glowed. There was some kind of halo around you as you turned over your shoulder, your face instantly brightening up as you spotted your boyfriend. You had a few fans that you were talking to at the moment, so you tended to them first, while Jake made his way over to you.

You and Jake agreed that you wouldn't make your relationship too obvious at Vidcon, but all of that was left forgotten the moment that Jake saw you. 

However, as you ran up to him, people couldn't help but stop and stare.

Why wouldn't they? You were the living embodiment of Sanrio, that one Hello Kitty girl, whereas Jake was that one guy that made scary content and was often shrouded in darkness, dubbed as Youtube's personal Batman. Absolutely no one would have expected to see the two of you interacting with one another, let alone be within the same vicinity.

"Hi, Jakey," you smiled up at him, and Jake thought that he could die right there. With the amount of people staring, Jake had to restrain himself from throwing his arms around you and hugging you.

"Hey, baby," he grinned. 

Before either of you could do anything, you and Jake were interrupted by a shrill squeal. You whipped your heads around to see a young girl and her older brother, who still looked relatively young. They explained nervously that the girl liked your content, while the brother liked Jake's content. They were expecting to scour in order for each of them to meet either of you, but were surprised to see you and Jake in one place.

You and Jake took a few pictures with them, both individually. Though, the two of them requested a picture with both you and Jake in the same frame, which you happily did.

When they left, you and Jake shared a look, before going off together.

Vidcon Day 1: Over.

Jake returned to his hotel room, too tired to do anything other than wash up and order room service. 

As Jake laid in his half-hard hotel mattress, he scrolled through his phone. He was tagged in a lot of pictures and tweets, and he found himself grinning at a lot of the sweet words his fans left. Although he was tired, he could definitely do this a few more times, feeling invigorated by his fans.

As he scrolled, the trending Twitter hashtag caught his eye.

#HelloKittyMeetsBatman.

Interesting name, he thought as he clicked on it.

Jake's heart skipped a beat as he saw what came up.

Apparently, people were extremely surprised to see you and Jake so close to each other. 

There were so many pictures of you and him taken together from afar just from that one instance earlier, from multiple different angles and distances. Jake would admit, the way he was dressed in all black while you were dressed in cute pinks and whites was almost laughable.

What truly caught his attention were the captions of all these pictures.

"Craziest crossover of 2024."

"I'm crying they legitimately look like Hello Kitty and Batman."

"Jake Sim and [Name] interacting was not on my Vidcon 2024 bingo card."

"This is like seeing two worlds collide, absolutely wild but I'm pleasantly surprised."

For the most part, it seemed like everyone just thought that you and Jake were friends, but it was still a little funny how taken aback the entire internet was.

Then, he saw the picture of you, him, and those two kids together. 

"They look like a family," was one of the most popular retweets under that post. 

Family.

That word rang through Jake's head, before he buried his face in one of the pillows, giggling to himself. He felt a little ridiculous getting so excited over such a small comment, but he couldn't help it. He felt so giddy inside at the thought of having a family with you, and felt even giddier knowing that people could see it, too.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Jake wasn't going to answer it, too caught up in his flustered-ness, but when he realized that it was you, he quickly cleared his throat, instinctively straightening out his hair (because what if he accidentally turns on his camera?-- he needed to look good for you!).

"Baby," he greeted suavely, as if he wasn't just giggling like a schoolgirl seconds ago.

Maybe it was the fact that it was already getting late, or the fact that Jake barely saw you today, or the fact that you were just so goddamn perfect, but your voice sounded so attractive in that moment.

"Jakeyyy," you whined. "Come over."

His chest was already throbbing but Jake played it cool.

He chuckled. "What for?"

"I miss you," he could hear the pout in your voice. "And I want your attention."

It was rare for you to be so direct with him, and while Jake wanted to melt on the spot, he wanted to tease you a bit longer.

"What's wrong with just being on the phone with me?" Jake's lips pulled into a smirk. "You can just talk to me like this."

"Noooo," you said. "I want— I want you."

Jake tried his best to not crumble then and there, but it was too hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Okay then, baby. I'll come over right now."

He didn't miss the cute little "yay!" you let out before you hung up.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Eep! Jake, what are you doing here—?!”

You’re cut off when you realized that you were, in fact, backstage of one of your events. Today was the second day of Vidcon, and you had just finished up your first event. As you went backstage, carrying the little bags of gifts that your fans got you, you didn’t expect your own boyfriend to be waiting back there for you.

“Hey there, Princess,” he said cheekily, sprawled across the backstage couch. "Miss me?"

He opened his arms up, and you instinctively crawled into them, sitting on his lap and sliding your arms around his neck. 

As you did, you eyed him up and down.

Clad in black as always, he wore a black button-up, paired with black slacks, a black belt, and a loose, black tie. That's right: today, Jake was going to have a panel with a whole bunch of other horror creators, ones that transcended the internet— authors, authors that Jake spent his whole life reading and looking up to, which explained why he was dressed significantly more proper today than yesterday.

The way his shirt fit his chest and hugged his shoulders made it hard for you to not stare, and the way that it wasn't buttoned at the top, revealing his honey-tan collarbones, mixed with the scent of his rich cologne, made you feel dizzy.

"Ay, are you checkin' me out?"

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed, maybe even pushing him away, but today, you only nodded your head, humming mindlessly in agreement.

Jake blinked at you, before he pulled you in by the waist so that you were flushed against his chest completely.

"Kiss me," you mumbled, pushing his dark bangs away from his face.

Jake chuckled, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles. "What's with you these days? Getting so bold."

You only leaned into his touch. Maybe it was sometime in the LA air, or maybe it was the vigor that your fans gave you earlier, but all you could do was look at your boyfriend with glossy, wide eyes innocently, watching the way that his resolve trembled.

"Shit," Jake cursed under his breath. "Hold on—"

He grabbed your hips, then tilted your chin so that he could have a better angle. Your lips crashed into one another. Not in the way that a meteor would crash into Earth's delicate atmosphere, but in the way that gentle sea waves crashed onto themselves, dark folds of blue creasing over each other, only to brush up against the foamy seashore, none the wiser. 

Jake liked the taste of your lip gloss; it tasted sweet, but not nearly as sweet as you, hungrily squeezing your hips in his hands. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, earning a squeal from you, who tugged on his hair. 

When you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, chests heaving not for air, but for each other. You stared at each other for a few moments, losing time in each other's eyes, when your eyes trailed down.

God, the button-up and tie were going to drive you crazy.

Without thought, your fingers twirled around his tie, slinking up his chest before you yanked him harshly, jerking Jake toward you abruptly. 

In a moment of pure, unadulterated boldness, you attacked his neck, laying sticky kisses all across his skin. One hand laced itself in Jake's hair, keeping a firm hold of his tilted head, while your other hand crept around the buttons of his shirt. 

Each soft sigh that Jake let out made you only press more kisses on him. When he let out one particularly loud whine, his arm jerking up to grab at the couch's armrest, you knew that you found the sensitive spot on his neck. You pressed another kiss on that spot, this time sinking your teeth into his skin. The hickey was dark and purple, and when you ran your tongue over it, Jake's hands shot to your hips again.

"Shit, [Name], wait a sec—"

Skillfully, your fingers began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, just enough that you could see more of his chest. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy now, drunk off your desire for him. The way he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp of air he took in, curses falling from his lips, sent electricity coursing through your body.

When you unbuttoned the last button, you noticed the way Jake's eyes were squeezed shut, his other arm resting over them, hands balled into fists as his desperation for you increased.

"Jakey," you said. Jake was going to go mad, the way your voice was so soft and innocent as it said his name, all the while you were kissing and touching him in ways that made him go light-headed. He squeezed his eyes shut, another whimper escaping his lips. If he looked you in the eye right now, he was sure that he'd burst. "I want you to look at me."

He couldn't refuse you. Immediately, he opened his eyes, the arm strewn over his face dropping back to its position on your hips.

If he didn't die by combustion, Jake was certain that he'd die now— Your pupils were blown out, eyes lidded and staring at him like he was your prey to be slaughtered. He'd seen you wrought with desire so many times before, but the way you gazed at him like he was a piece of meat, like you were going to absolutely ruin him, made him feel weak.

"Watch me, Jakey," your voice sounded so sweet, but your actions said otherwise. You abruptly got up from your seat on his lap, Jake frowning at the loss of your touch. You dug through your purse thrown across the room, returning with a tube of lipstick.

You plopped back onto Jake's lap, making sure that he was watching as you applied it to your pretty, swollen lips. 

Then, you discarded it, throwing your lipstick to the side as you snatched his tie again. You brought the black fabric to your lips, staring your boyfriend down as you pressed kisses on his tie. You kissed it a few times, making sure that the color of your lipstick, as well as the shape of your lips, was well-imprinted on it.

Then, you yanked his shirt's collar toward you, pressing a harsh kiss on the fabric, making sure that the shape of your lips was once again imprinted on the fabric.

You looked back up at his face, unable to hide your smugness as his entire expression was painted with red.

"You're so hot—" Jake attempted to force out of his throat, but you only cut him off with a rough kiss to his lips. Without a word, you covered his face, from his forehead to his jaw, with kisses.

You pulled back to admire your work, before you pulled away from him.

"I have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said quietly, your back turned to him as you straightened out your skirt. Dumbfounded, Jake could only stare at you, but when you turned over your shoulder, flashing him a bright, but terribly cheeky, grin, Jake's heart fell out of chest. "I can't be late, right?"

With that, you left your boyfriend, all hot and bothered, on the couch, running off to prepare for your next event.

Almost immediately, Jake melted. He threw an arm over his eyes as he leaned back, letting out a groan.

Was this how you felt when he teased you?

Was he now sexually frustrated? Absolutely. But now he wanted you even more.

After mulling over it for a few minutes, Jake began to go back to his venue. But, as he passed the backstage vanity, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Some of it was obvious to him already: disheveled hair, messed up shirt. But what made Jake want to evaporate was the sight of his entire face and neck covered in lipstick marks. The corner of his lip had a big lipstick smudge, the hickey that you gave him earlier was so dark now, and he couldn't even dare to forget your lip imprints on his shirt and tie.

You little tease.

Jake's last straw was.... right now.

After the backstage fiasco, he didn't get to see you all day. That night, you had a PR event to attend with your fellow beauty creators, so he didn't get to see you at night either.

Which was why Jake was practically glowing with a dark and negative storm cloud as he pranced around the third day of Vidcon. It didn't help that he saw so many pictures of you and fans all across platforms. Poor guy almost lost it when one of your fans' vlogs blew up, the most replayed part being when you let out the most angelic and sweet laughs he'd ever heard in his life.

That should be him!

Meanwhile, Jake sat in the convention room at a panel. Lined up along the table were other horror creators, from authors to Youtubers to filmmakers, similar to yesterday. The way that this specific event operated was simple: fans got to ask anyone on the panel questions and they'd answer, which the entire room got to hear, and later there would be one-on-ones along the panel.

Jake was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the fans said that they had a question for him.

"Jake, your videos take a long time to make, how do you balance work and your personal life?"

Good question. He had a simple principle when it came to how to balance everything. Jake thought about it for a moment, before reaching for his microphone.

"I don't have any outright method," he began. Jake's mind flashed with your image: all the cute messages you'd send him throughout the day, all the times where after hours of rotting in front of his computer screen he could always count on your loving embrace to give him life, all times that he'd tune into your Spotify playlist so that he could be listening to what you were listening. It was easy to balance work and life, if it was you. "But I always put my life before the screen."

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

"To be clear, I understand the privilege of getting to work in a profession like mine," Jake continued. "I don't expect everyone to be able to follow my advice exactly, but the more I live, the more I realize that what happens before my very eyes will endlessly matter so much more than what happens in my own little Youtube bubble."

Jake's mouth jumped to you faster than his mind could stop him.

"My beautiful girlfriend is everything to me," he unconsciously began to grin stupidly to himself, "I'd put her above work any day if I had to."

The moment that those words left his lips, the room erupted with gasps and whispers.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend?!" one of Jake's Youtuber friends asked, leading the room to laugh.

Oh.

Shit.

Jake's eyes visibly widened. He clutched his microphone, bringing it up to his mouth, but no words came out.

There was no way in hell that he'd outright deny you, not even in a million years.

"I.... Well..." Jake stammered, trying his best to generate any words at all. He sucked in a sharp breath, a bashful expression making its way onto his face. "That's..."

The room filled with more laughter, alongside the teasing grins and pats on the back that Jake got from his colleagues.

"Oh, so that's what you were giggling about yesterday, lover boy..." Jay, also on the panel, quipped, his brows raised so high on his forehead that it could have touched his hairline.

"Sh-Shut up, Jay!"

Jake's chest felt fizzy. In a weird way.

A part of him felt on-edge. You and him always wanted to keep your relationship secret, for the sake of preserving it. He'd seen what the Internet did to relationships: it tore them apart. It wasn't like he name-dropped you, but he felt so... exposed, so vulnerable.

But at the same time, Jake felt his chest also swell with pride. That's right. He had a girlfriend (a hot girlfriend at that), a girlfriend that he was nefariously down bad for. He hoped everyone knew that, that he was taken and that if there was anyone that he'd spend the rest of his life with, it would be you.

Jake huffed. "Yeah, I have a girlfriend. What about it?"

No one questioned him further. Probably out of fear.

You were in the middle of trying your best to get through a conversation with some beauty guru that you knew one thing about: their personal makeup line launch failed horribly and they gave everyone hairy lipsticks. It was difficult, to say the least.

Exchanging your final regards, you quickly rushed back to your booth.

The first thing you saw when you checked your phone was a viral video, in which Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when you initially read the caption, but when you watched the video, you had a difficult time processing your feelings.

Did you hate that Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend? … No, you didn’t. You didn’t at all. At a certain point, seeing the way that your boyfriend smiled so earnestly made your heart jump out of your chest. The way he was so giddy and smiley (of course, only you could tell that that was how he was feeling— to everyone else it probably looked like he was brooding) made your neck and cheeks warm up.

But, the way that the room erupted with voices and laughter, combined with the quirked brows of everyone on the panel, made you quiver.

You weren’t prepared for it, for how vulnerable you felt as a chorus of “ooh’s” filled the room.

Frankly, there were too many things that you had to focus on at the moment. You'd rather enjoy Vidcon now, and address it later, when things settle down. 

Pushing it to the back of your mind, you tucked your phone away, greeting another wave of fans. Though, not without taking an extra second to "heart" the post, adding it to your favorites folder, and rewatching the video one more time, feeling warmth and giddiness filling your chest.

As the cool night air kissed your cheeks, you fought the shy smile that seeped onto your face. It was late now, late enough that you could see all the city lights gleaming, lighting up the dark sky with blotches of all different colors.

There was a Vidcon party for creators, to celebrate the end of the event. Everyone was going. Although it was meant for any creator, there was a very exclusive VIP section; only those of high prestige could get in. Both you and Jake were invited, but upon realizing that nearly the entire hotel complex would be empty due to the popularity of the party, the two of you ditched it.

You'd been wanting to go to the rooftop hottub for a while now, but you never went because you wanted to go with Jake, and it was always too crowded for the two of you to go there comfortably. But now that everyone was gone, it was the perfect time.

Your boyfriend was already waiting for you up there, towel thrown over his shoulder with a shirt and swim trunks. His face lit up the moment he saw yours emerging from the elevator doors, rushing over to you to take your hands.

He paused for a moment. His dark eyes peered at yours, licking his lips before sucking in a sharp breath. Jake gave your forehead a peck, before saying a small "C'mon" and pulling you over to the hottub.

Jake took your towel for you, folding it next to his and perching it on a sunchair.

"They're gonna get off fireworks soon— Oh, damn," he cut himself off as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a bikini top. Your face scrunched up, squirming under his gaze. It's not like Jake has never seen you like this (in fact, he'd seen you in much more compromising positions), and it wasn't like he never complimented you, but as the hottub bubbled, the rosy scent of the water filling the air, you felt shy.

Jake slinked toward you, taking his own shirt off. 

"Hey there, Gorgeous," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts that had yet to be taken off. Your heart pounded in your chest, fighting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and groan in embarrassment. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. Jake chuckled softly, before clutching your chin gently, making you look up at him.

"Don't get shy on me now, babe," Jake grinned when your lips pressed into an unconscious pout. He squished your cheek, relishing in the look of confusion painted across your face. Then, his hands fell to your hips, pulling them toward his. "You look so beautiful."

Jake's fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, meeting your eyes for permission before pulling them down himself, revealing your bikini bottoms.

Jake's eyes glazed over your figure, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Jaaakee," you whined, squeezing his hands.

"Sorry," Jake's eyes flickered up to your face. "I can't help it. You're just so hot, baby."

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub.

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub. 

The two of you got into the tub, sinking into the warm water, you felt your limbs relax. 

Vidcon was very fun, some of the most fun you've had in a while. But, it was very tiring, having to be around so many people at a time. And plus, it was hard not seeing your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

You pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear the loud techno music a few blocks away, probably coming from the club nearby. The bright night lights of LA was something that you could only imagine sleeping under.

Other than the sound of the city bustles, the hot tub’s jet system, and the occasional ripple of water, the night was silent.

“How was your day?” Jake broke the calm silence. The way the blueish water reflected off his skin made you dizzy.

“Good,” You cursed your voice for being so small. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was your boyfriend, for goodness’s sake!

Jake loved it when you were shy, but sometimes he was genuinely worried about you. Part of why he loved you was the game that was trying to figure out what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

He reached out for you, clutching your knee. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Your stomach churned. For a second, you thought about that video of him admitting that he had a girlfriend. It made your skin crawl, but when your boyfriend squeezed your knee, it all stopped.

"Nothing," you said simply.

There's a few pulses of silence, before Jake clicked his tongue.

"H-Hey—!"

Jake got up from the water, wrapping his hands around your waist, and hoisted you up so that your legs were thrown on either side of the body, before sitting back down so that you were perched right on top of his lap.

Your chest, nearly bare, pressed against his own bare chest in a way that made your heart race. The warmth of his skin as it contacted yours was an addicting feeling, enhanced only by the warm water surrounding you. Either it was the steam from the tub, or the heat collecting between the two of your bodies, that rose to your cheeks.

You rested your hands on his chest, your fingertips barely reaching his broad shoulders, while Jake’s hands stayed in their spot around your waist.

"C'mon," you could feel Jake's warm, strong chest rumble beneath you. "Tell me what's wrong."

Under the sky, his eyes gleamed, like two gems. For the flirt that he was, Jake was too genuine and pure of a person. The sincere worry in his eyes made you feel warm, even warmer than you felt right now. And sometimes that was enough for you.

You leaned into him, your hands coming up to cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks, to which he let his eyelids fall shut, relishing in the comfort that was your presence. Every time your thumb pressed against his lips, he kissed them, unable to hide the smile growing on his lips when you giggled softly.

At the corner of your eye, you spotted the purple hickey you left on him the other day. That combined with his wet hair, the water droplets temptingly running down his chest, and the fact that you were right on top of him made you feel light-headed.

Your hands left his face, and Jake opened his mouth to whine about it, but was shut up when your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was a soft, innocent kiss, the type you gave when you just wanted to be close to him. Jake hummed against your lips, squeezing your thighs. You pulled away first, but Jake gently guided the back of your head back to his, pecking your lips.

"I just missed you," you said. You kissed his cheek. "I really missed you."

"It's only been a day," Jake teased you, but he knew better than anyone that he had absolutely no right to say that to you: he was practically dying each moment he couldn't see you.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. You held onto his strong shoulders, eyes glued to his lips. You were feeling needy, needy in the way that you simply wanted to be close to Jake. You were already close to him, but you wanted to be even closer. Your heart thirsted for it.

Then, you heard a rustle, whipping your head around toward the sound.

"Nuh-uh," Jake whispered in your ear, gently holding your face and guiding it to look at him. "I want you to look at me."

It wasn't until a few seconds later that you understood why Jake's tone sounded so teasing: he was referencing you and him the other day backstage. 

"Stoppp," you whined, pushing your face into his neck. "You're so annoying."

Jake laughed, his chest rumbling. He stopped to admire the way you were all pressed up against him. He could feel every curve of your body, and he could feel the way your cheeks puffed with air, your lips forming a pout. He poked your cheek.

"You're so cute, baby."

"I know."

"What's with you getting so bold?"

"You're annoying me."

"Awww, you love me so—"

Fireworks fired off in the distance, painting the gray-blue sky with bright colors. 

You stayed in your position, only your eyes moving upward to admire the show. However, Jake stayed staring straight at you, practically ignoring the fiery flowers forming in the sky. He gazed into your eyes, watching the reflection in them.

"It's so pretty," you murmur.

"Yeah," Jake felt like he was falling into your eyes, "So pretty."

Just as another round of fireworks shot up into the sky, Jake grabbed your face, crashing his lips onto yours. Your lips fit into each other well, like puzzle pieces, in a way that was so satisfying, almost like you were made for kissing Jake. But for all of the desire and roughness that the kiss was filled with, it was a soft one. 

Jake swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, making you squeal and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands kneaded your body, roaming all over you with no intention of leaving a single part of your skin untouched. Likewise, you gripped his biceps, digging your nails into his skin to keep yourself grounded.

"Fuck—" Jake mumbled against your lips, only to get cut off by your lips attacking his— "Wait—"

Jake tasted sweet, like candy. He tasted like home, like love, like everything was going to be okay no matter what. How could you pull away now? 

"B-Baby, wait—"

"Stop talking, Jakey," you pulled away briefly, only to bite his lip, pulling on the pink flesh with your teeth. You let your tongue roam his mouth, feeling the warmth as your own hands began to wander his toned chest. 

"Just kiss me," you breathed.

You kept Jake like this for a few more minutes, trapping him in the heaven that was your lips. But when your bikini top began to untie at the back, something that Jake noticed immediately, he ripped away from you.

Something in his eyes had changed.

Quietly, he tied your bikini top back for you, ignoring your confused (and very breathless) gaze.

"If you keep doing what you do to me," he began into your ear, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

With that, Jake threw you over his shoulder as he hoisted himself up to his feet. He grabbed everything that you brought to the rooftop, throwing your towel over you and ignoring you fussing.

"W-Where are we goin—?!"

"Back to my room."

You were in for a night.

You and Jake were going to stay in LA for a little while longer after Vidcon, so you extended your stay in the same hotel rooms.

After last night, Jake and you fell asleep in his bed. 

It was going to be the best, Jake thought. Neither of you had anywhere to be, anyone to put on a show for. The two of you could sleep in for as long as you'd like. It didn't really matter to him, as long as he could wake up with you in his arms, he'd be all right.

Which is why Jake's heart dropped to his stomach when he woke up to you already dressed, pacing around the room nervously.

"Baby?" Jake was alarmed, even as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Baby, what happened?"

You whipped your head over to him, your expression pinch and painted with anxiety. 

"Check your phone," you muttered as you chewed your lip.

Jake did as you said. The moment he opened up his phone, his screen was filled with text messages from everyone: his colleagues, his friends, heck even his own mother. He was tagged in about a thousand posts all across his social media accounts, and his Youtube home page was plastered with his face. But not only his face. Your face too.

What caught his eye was an article from a major Internet news source that made its round across every platform.

Its headline?

Jake Sim and [Name] [Last Name] are reported to be dating.

The worst part was the cover page.

It was a photo of you and Jake, together in the hottub last night, with your arms thrown around his neck with your lips connected. When he read more into it, the photo evidence got more and more specific. Close-up pictures of Jake's neck to reveal a hickey and lipstick mark on his shirt, your smudged lipstick, a screenshot of the Sanrio plush in one of his videos, even that clip of his laugh in the background of one of your videos. Of course, the most crucial one was that clip of Jake admitting that he had a girlfriend.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? For everyone to know about you, to be able to show you off.

Objectively, this was bound to happen.

But as Jake watched you pace around, your hands shaking as you looked like you were about to cry, he didn't feel the pride that he thought he would feel if everyone knew. He didn't feel happy, he didn't feel excited that he got to show you off. All he felt was a mix of guilt and anger.

And before he could reach out to hold your hand and pull you close, you quietly said that you were going to go on a walk, and left the hotel room.

The quiet that filled the hotel room was piercing. Jake stilled in his spot, still groggy and disheveled.

Had he always been like this?

He swore that at the beginning of your relationship, he took every measure to keep it private. Because you asked him to. Because he respected you.

Why did he throw it all away? 

He agreed to keep things private. 

But now he put you in an uncomfortable position and an even more vulnerable position than you'd ever been in before. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? Were you going to break up with him? Would your relationship with him ever be the same? That made Jake's heart palpitate. He couldn't lose you. No, he'd die. But then again, he fucked up, he knew that.

Jake ran a hand through his hair. This was an asshole move.

But he couldn't help feeling his fingers twitch for his phone when it ding'd.

The first thing he saw when he opened up Twitter were tweets at him.

And they were surprisingly... supportive?

"Emo boyfriend, cute girlfriend, the best combo!"

"Sending love to both of you. Hope you're doing well. We support you."

"I'm very pleasantly surprised."

"This is literally like Hello Kitty and Batman meeting this is crazy"

But as he scrolled deeper, he found more obscure comments.

"Feel so bad for [Name]. Her boyfriend is a freak."

"He doesn't deserve her."

And the nail in the coffin:

"No wonder they kept it a secret. I'd hide it too if someone like that was my boyfriend."

Why did you keep your relationship with him secret? Jake knew the answer to that: you just wanted to keep your personal life private.

But as Jake plunged himself deeper and deeper into the hole that was the media, he could only imagine alternative answers, and one stuck out.

Were you ashamed of him? 

Of course you would be.

You were beautiful in every capacity and just the most perfect person in the world. And Jake was just himself. You were always cute, and sometimes, Jake felt like he couldn't keep up with you. You were far out of his league. His content was considered "niche" and "obscure," of course people, maybe even you, considered him a freak.

He was a bastard, and you were a princess. He didn't blame you for being embarrassed about him.

That's why you were so anxious and against your relationship being exposed, right?

No, no, no!

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jake thought, his hands balling into fists. You wouldn't. He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you would never be embarrassed about him. You weren't like that, and he was a fool for even thinking of you in that way. He was being insecure and stupid.

But even so, as Jake let all the guilt, shame, anger, and anxiety settle in while he thought of an apology to you, he couldn't help but feel his insecurity seeping in.

You knew that you were overreacting. You shouldn't have left Jake in there all alone, you should have sat down and talked to him about it.

But there was something scary about having everybody's eyes on you at once, scorning you. You were a Youtuber, of course you knew what it felt like to be watched, but to have the entire internet so hellbent about your personal life made you jump into your own skin.

You just took a walk along the early city streets, you reflected upon yourself.

Why did you keep your relationship with Jake secret? 

Part of it was privacy. You didn't want the internet to interfere with your personal life, of course. 

But it wasn't like you wanted to hide your love for your boyfriend forever. It wasn't like you wanted to stow him away somewhere no one could find him. You were both adults, and you had to start living at some point.

You'd be lying if you said that you never thought about making a cute video with him, if you said you never wanted to post a cheesy anniversary picture on Instagram with a long caption just for him, if you said you never wanted the world to know that Jake Sim was yours.

You remembered the first time you and Jake talked about keeping it private. He was unsure, but because he cared so much about you, he agreed. Had you ever stopped to think about how he felt? You may have wanted to keep your relationship quiet, but did he? To a degree, there was something selfish about you, both now and in the past. You wanted to preserve yourself and your feelings, but you never even considered how Jake felt.

You were afraid, you felt vulnerable and too exposed to the world. But you cared far more about Jake than those fleeting emotions. Desire outweighed fear, you had to see him now.

But as you marched back to your hotel, your mind racing as you came up with paragraphs of words that you'd spill to Jake, you began to notice your worst nightmare.

A group of men, each with massive cameras that had even bigger microphones. 

They called themselves the paparazzi, but they were really only middle-aged men that made money off of being invasive towards people half their age.

Maybe you should have worn a hat, or something, as you were in a camera-infested area that was even more infested with celebrities and influencers. As they approached you, you quickened your steps, trying to get as far as you could from them. You tried your best not to make eye-contact, but alas, they got to you before you could escape.

"[Name]?" one of them called out your name, practically running to you.

Oh my god, you thought, ignoring them as you sped up. Please not right now.

"[Name], are you dating Jake Sim?" The sound of your boyfriend's name out of their mouths made your stomach churn. You kept walking, but you could feel them pointing their massive cameras at you, taking any measure to make a buck off of you.

You had a few choices.

You could make a run for it. Though, you had about six men double your age who would probably chase you down.

You could also give in to them, and give very vague answers. That would require a lot of patience, and simply, you wanted to go kiss your boyfriend, not talk to these so-called paparazzis.

Your last option was the one that seemed the most appealing, but could stir the pot of the media even more and it would give the tabloids what they wanted: you could tell them off and shut them down completely. The only issue was that you were the cutesy, sweet, Sanrio Hello Kitty girl. You've talked about adult topics before, but for you to be hostile and mean to another person? That was completely unheard of to anyone on the Internet. It would also be very reactive, and the media could twist that into something more.

But you wanted to get out of there.

You wanted to go see Jake. If you had to throw a few curse words at people if it meant that you could go home to Jake, then you'd use every curse under the sun.

"[Name], everyone is saying that your relationship with Jake Sim is real and not a publicity stunt. Any comment on that-?"

You were getting irritated.

You stopped in your tracks, turning over your shoulder.

"Will you fuck off?" Your gaze hardened on the group of men shoving cameras in your faces. You didn't even bother looking into the lens. "It's 10 in the morning, I don't have time for this."

"We didn't mean to offend you, [Name], we just wanted to know your relationship with Jake Si—"

You huffed to yourself, rolling your eyes. They loved acting polite only to violate your privacy. 

"Cut the bullshit, okay?" you narrowed your eyes. You were only a few meters from the hotel entrance, and they were still stalking you with their massive cameras. How shameless. 

Your anger was bubbling up inside you. It was rising, rising so much that you could feel it attempting to spill out of your mouth.

"You want to make a quick buck off of me so bad?" You stepped through the hotel doorway.

If the media was so curious about your life, and if they wanted to go so far as to try to disrupt your relationship, you wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Everyone loved seeing what you were doing, everyone loved to watch you. It was your job to put on a show, to give people what they wanted. If you wanted to live, then you'd have to accept that.

You were an influencer, a micro-celebrity. You could make tides move if you wanted to. Why be so fearful of the eyes of so many?

But more than anything, you were a performer. And if that's what they wanted from you, that's what they'll get.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'll give you a story: me and Jake have been together for six years. In fact, we met each other in high school when he was my Physics lab partner. Go investigate that, won't you?"

With that, you slammed the hotel entrance door in their faces.

Jake swore he heard the trumpets of heaven when the hotel room door cracked open, revealing you.

He'd been waiting in front of it for a while now, and he jerked up immediately as he saw your face. He jumped right to his feet, ready to spill every word he thought of on you. You deserved an explanation.

But all you did was raise your hand, silencing him instantly. Instead, you took off your shoes, took his arm, and pulled him with you to the bed. You motioned for him to lay down, and did so yourself.

Jake stared at you like you were insane. Were you not going to yell at him? Why weren't you hitting him or telling him that you wanted to break up with him? Should he be on his knees begging you to stay at this point? But he complied (because of course he did, it was you).

You laid on his chest in silence, pressing your cheek up against him. 

That made his mind wander.

Maybe you were trying to ease him into a hard conversation. Maybe you were going to forget this until later.

He didn't want that. No, you deserved to hear what he had to say. If you were going to leave him, Jake wanted to say everything that he wanted to.

"I'm sorry," Jake blurted. The silence was deafening, before you took a deep breath, turning over onto your stomach so that your chin laid on his chest.

"What for?"

The gentle look in your eye as you looked at him made Jake choke up himself. He had to hold back or he'd start sobbing.

"For going against your wishes a-and..." Jake searched through his mind for all the words he practiced, but nothing came to mind. Not with you looking at him like you still loved him. "And for telling people about our relationship. I—I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry for disrespecting the promise w-we made.... And... And—"

Jake sucked in a loud, sharp breath. His eyes were getting watery. He took your hands in his, squeezing them. 

"And I know that you're ash—ashamed of me, and I know that y-you won't— you won't want to be with me anymore, but—"

"Wait what?" you interrupted him, squeezing hands back. "I'm not ashamed of you, Jakey."

Jake stared at you.

Jakey.

"I'm not breaking up with you either. What makes you think that?"

The gate that was holding back Jake's emotions broke.

Jake let the tears that he tried so hard to hold back roll down his face. He let out a sob before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

You didn't hate him? You still wanted to be with him?

You instantly threw your leg over his hips, straddling him as you pulled his head to your chest. He melted into your touch, his wet face hiding in the crook of your neck. You pet his hair, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.

"Baby," you whispered into his ear gently. "Why are you crying?"

Jake's crying only got louder, and you couldn't help but giggle. He was a total softie. The way his hold around you tightened told you enough.

Jake sniffled through his words, cutting himself off every now and then with a hiccup and more sobs. "Th-Thought you were gonna l-leave me."

Your fingers stopped in his hair. "Leave you? Why would I?"

Jake pushed his face back into your shoulder, shaking his head.

You let him cry like that for a little while longer, whispering sweet reassurances in his ear as you patted his back. 

And when he was ready, the two of you talked it out, because that's what people did when they loved each other. You exchanged apologies, explained to each other your thought processes, and created an agreement: start anew, and you both didn’t mind that your relationship was now public, and if either of you disagreed, you had to voice it immediately. You ended it with a kiss.

You clicked the camera on, checking in the viewfinder that you were in-frame. You were back at home, the pink Hello Kitty decorations in your room, as well as the scent of strawberries, surrounding you. 

“Hi, everyone!” you smiled brightly, clasping your hands together. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all. How are you?”

You chatted about a few updates since Vidcon, telling about your wonderful experience there and how you were so happy to meet all your fans.

“Now, onto the video!”

You peered to the side, where you spotted Jake sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting intently for your cue.

“Oh, Jakey!” you said in a sing-songy voice. “Come out now!”

With that, Jake popped into frame, dorkily saying a quick hi before plopping down onto the chair beside you.

“Today, I will be doing my boyfriend’s makeup!” you chirped happily. “Are you ready, boyfriend?”

The two of you shared a grin.

“Of course, girlfriend.”

[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[avonnimimi]

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Sativa

The Series. Part 1 | 2 |

☥| a/n: HI GUYSSSS IM FINALLY NOT DEPRESSED😜 this is part two, i hope you babies enjoy! @sultrydolli @koipuddle @sevyscoven @rios-st4rs MEN AND MINORS DNI

☥| content: drug dealer!Ellie, shy!reader, weed, intox, college au, mean!ellie, toxic!ellie, flirting, implied sex, “wandering” eyes, slight masturbation, peer pressure, anxiety. lmk if i missed anything!

The next day, you tried your hardest to act like Ellie didn’t exist. She was perched in her usual spot at the back of the class, but this time, her eyes were glued to you. You could feel them, like lasers cutting through the back of your skull.

You didn’t dare turn around. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as your leg bounced uncontrollably under the desk. The minutes dragged, suffocating, until the bell finally rang. You bolted, shoving your stuff into your bag in a frenzy, practically sprinting to the door. You thought you were in the clear, until a hand yanked you back.

“Did you enjoy it?” Her voice was low, raspy, like sandpaper brushing against your nerves, leaving you raw. It sent a shiver through you that you couldn’t explain, didn’t want to explain.

You turned, eyes refusing to meet hers. “Y-yeah… it was okay, I guess,” you stammered, voice barely audible. Your eyes traced patterns in the floor tiles, desperate for an escape route.

Ellie’s laugh, if you could call it that, was soft, almost like she was mocking you. You snapped your head up, heat rushing to your cheeks, but it wasn’t anger. It was something else, something you hated yourself for feeling.

You’d been avoiding her because you knew. Knew that you wanted more, but it wasn’t you. You weren’t reckless, weren’t stupid, weren’t…this. But you craved the way it made you feel…alive, untouchable, even if it only lasted a moment.

“You want more, don’t you?” Her voice dripped with confidence, with that cocky little grin you’d been trying to erase from your memory.

Your breath caught. How did she—“I don’t—”

Before you could finish, she was pulling you along, her hand firm around your wrist, dragging you into that same dingy bathroom. The air was thick with smoke, the same crowd lounging on the grimy tiles like they owned the place.

You coughed, your chest tightening as Ellie pulled you into a stall, shutting the door behind her. “Five bucks,” she said, like this was a transaction at a corner store.

You didn’t hesitate. Your hands moved faster than your brain as you fumbled through your bag, pulling out a crumpled five from your stash of $62. She snatched it without a word of thanks, her hands already busy rolling. You watched her fingers, rough yet precise, and felt something twist in your gut.

She lit it up, holding the blunt out toward you, the glowing tip like a challenge. “Inhale,” she ordered.

You obeyed. The smoke burned, clawing at your throat, but you swallowed the cough and took another drag. And another. The world softened around the edges, colors bleeding into one another, your body feeling weightless. But then there was that familiar ache, low and insistent, and you hated yourself for how much you liked it.

Your vision blurred, eyes watery and heavy, and all you wanted to do was cry. This wasn’t you. This wasn’t the plan.

“Hey, hey,” Ellie’s voice cut through the haze, softer now, almost tender. Her hands cupped your face, grounding you.

Her friends laughed somewhere in the background, muttering something you couldn’t quite catch; “she’s got her favorite” or some other nonsense. It didn’t matter. All you could focus on was Ellie’s voice, the warmth of her palms against your cheeks.

You spilled everything. How awful you felt, how guilty, how disappointed your parents would be if they ever found out. You hated this, hated yourself, but you couldn’t stop.

“Shh,” she murmured, her thumbs brushing away tears you didn’t even realize were falling. “No one’s gonna know. Just stick with me.”

Her words felt like a balm, even if you knew better than to trust them. Your lip trembled, and she watched, her eyes dragging down your face, lingering on places they shouldn’t. You swallowed hard, but it didn’t help the tightness in your chest.

Ellie pulled your phone from your pocket, her fingers quick as she punched in her number. “Message me when you feel messy,” she said, slipping it back into your hands with a smirk that you couldn’t shake.

And then she was gone, her friends trailing after her, leaving you alone in that grimy stall.

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This routine went on for over a week.

Ellie pulling you into the bathroom after class, shoving a blunt between your fingers, forcing you to smoke until your lungs burned and your chest felt hollow. Then she'd leave, and you'd be left with that familiar ache, the one you couldn't explain, couldn't shake.

But once you made it back to your bed, everything shifted. The world softened, and for a while, it felt like floating. That was the part you clung to the escape, the weightlessness, the silence in your head.

Tonight was no different. Well, maybe it was. Your mind started wandering, replaying last Friday on a loop. How you got so high, you couldn't even stand. How Ellie had to carry you all the way back to your dorm, her arm wrapped around you like she owned you. But the part you couldn't stop thinking about was her thumb. The way it brushed over your nipple so casually, so softly, as she held you steady. How she whispered, "It's gonna be fine," when you admitted you felt anxious.

And just like that, the ache started again. Deep, insistent, pulsing between your thighs. You squirmed under your blanket, pulling it tighter around you, pressing your legs together. A small, needy whine slipped out before you could stop it.

You needed her.

Your hand darted to your nightstand, grabbing your phone without a second thought. For the first time, you messaged her.

You | hey. are you awake? 10:42pm

You stared at the screen, willing a reply to appear. Minutes turned into an hour, your eyelids growing heavier until you were half-asleep. Then, your phone buzzed, the sound jolting you upright. You scrambled for it, embarrassment already blooming in your chest at how fast you moved.

Ellie | yh, wsp? 12:21am

Your fingers hesitated before typing.

You I can i come to your dorm? 12:21am

Her reply came quickly, telling you which number to find, and before you even realized it, you were standing outside her door in pajama shorts and a loose tank top. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you knocked.

Ellie opened the door, her eyes scanning you with a quick up and down glance before she stepped aside, letting you in without a word.

You wandered aimlessly, your gaze landing on the clutter of her desk. A grinder, some loose weed, two spliffs sitting neatly on the table.

"Wanna smoke?" Her voice broke the silence, low and casual.

You hesitated. You were still buzzed from earlier, the edges of your high lingering like a warm haze, but you nodded anyway.

"I didn't bring cash..." you mumbled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Ellie smirked, already reaching for a lighter. "No need. It's on me."

Ellie fumbled with the lighter, finally getting the two joints lit. The harsh smoke stung your nose, and you coughed, waving a hand in front of your face. She shoved one at you, practically hauling you over to the open window. Cold air blasted in, a stark contrast to the stuffy dorm room.

She rambled, words slurring together, about life, the universe, whatever. Showed you the faded tattoos hidden under the sleeve of her ever-present hoodie, one you’d never seen before. Every word, every touch, just made your head fuzzier.

“It’s, like, natural, man,” she mumbled, her voice thick with smoke. “From the earth. A gift.” You snorted, thinking of the crackheads outside the gas station, their ramblings just as nonsensical.

You both started laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls. Your eyes met, and the air suddenly felt heavy, charged. Then, bam, her lips were on yours, soft and then, like, really not soft.

She yanked you onto her lap, hands digging into your waist. You moaned into her mouth, panting, not even sure what you were doing, just that it felt good. Too good.

Then, it didn’t. Well, it did, but…you barely knew this girl. You shoved her away, stumbling back, hands shaking, breath all messed up.

“I-I gotta go,” you choked out, the words a jumbled mess. And you ran. Just ran. Down the hall, back to your dorm, stomach twisting with a weird mix of wanting and freaking out. The slam of your door echoed behind you, like, a flimsy shield against the mess you’d just left.

You burrowed under the covers, same as always, but the throbbing between your legs, fuck, it was relentless. Ripped off your shirt, yanked your panties and shorts down, hands going straight to your heat.

No clue what you were doing, never having done this before. Just pressed where the throbbing was worst, fingers finding that sensitive spot.

Your back arched, a whimper, almost a cry of pain, escaping your lips. Experimented, circling your finger around that swollen nub, feeling the wetness slicking your fingers. Bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, remembering your roommate in the next room.

Thighs trembling, eyes rolling back, you pressed harder. Something built, a pressure in your gut, then…nothing. You groaned, frustrated, then realized how ridiculous this whole thing was. Losing your mind over some drug addict.

Huffed, rolled over, tried to clear your head. Tried. But all you could think about were her lips, the taste of her, the way she… Fuck.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[fandomloreblog]

i need post-dmc5 headcanons for nero im begging 🥀/lh

AAAAH COMPLETELY FORGOT TO SHARE THESE!!! I’ve been out of the country for the last week I forgot to feed le masses 🤣

This post also counts as my announcement that I am accepting post DMC headcanon requests now :3

⚔️ Post-DMC5 Nero Headcanons 🍇

Again! While these are takes for my DMC6 sequel, you are more than welcome to use these for any sort of fanart, fics, whatever! Just please tag me, not for credit or anything, just because I wish to see what I accidentally inspire in y’all! I’m parched for DMC content!

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and Trauma from DMC4, but otherwise all fluff!

Probably has the healthiest body out of the whole Sparda family. While he is on the leaner side, both Kyrie and Vergil make sure he has a healthy diet (unfortunately). He and Dante have cheat days where they sneak out and order pizza or other junk foods. Somehow Vergil always finds out, though.

Takes on a more emo/punk attire after Vergil and Dante get back, piercings, lots of torn jeans and shirts, the works. Part of him did it to contrast with his dad’s more prim and popper attire, but another part of him did it because we wanted to.

Still rocking the faux hawk, only because he tried dying his hair a bit ago and realized that color DOES NOT come out of white hair without God themselves intervening, so Kyrie had to buzz it all off so it grow back normally. He cried and looked like a shaved kiwi for almost a month. Dante never let him live it down.

Ends up getting really into DIY stuff. Mostly it’s with clothes and outfits, such as cutting up his own jeans and shirts and styling them into something he’ll like, but he does end up helping Nico when making new devil bringers. Strictly in a cosmetic sense, she never lets him touch any of the mechanical components.

He tried doing that once and ended up causing the prototype she made to combust and nearly set the van on fire. Since then there has been a “Nero Isn’t Allowed To Touch Nico’s Shit” rule.

Preferably spends time with Kyrie when not doing missions for DMC. Kyrie went to college after the events of DMC 5, so whenever she’s busy with schoolwork or classes, he’s at the Orphanage in Fortuna he and Kyrie own, helping out and watching over the kids.

Inadvertently has become somewhat of a Credo figure to the orphans, which he’s extremely conflicted about. Technically he’s almost the age Credo was when he died. (Nero’s 25 ATP, Credo died at 26 in my lore)

Speaking of Credo- He’s still hung up over his death. He still blames himself for what happened, and it haunts him. On the worst days, he’ll end ip having nightmares of what happened, or worse. It usually ends with him just lying awake in the living room playing shitty videogames or watching some childish cartoon show.

Occasionally Vergil or Dante wake up and join him as well. They don’t judge or ask why he’s up, just if he wants some snacks or why he chose Power Rangers to watch or something.

Kyrie also occasionally catches these moments. She usually just gives him hugs and cuddles and asks if he wants to talk. Sometimes they do, about how Credo was and funny memories. Sometimes they don’t, and just wallow in the silence until Nero starts crying. He’s been looking into possibly doing therapy, but then again, try explaining to a mental health professional that yes, demons are real, my older brother figure got killed by one, and no I’m not crazy.

Somehow has become MORE reckless after DMC5. Because all regrowing his arm taught Nero was that he could do that. And now he gives Vergil and Kyrie a heart attack whenever he comes back missing a leg or a hand because “Dante said the fish didn’t bite”.

Absolutely despises (and enjoys) how close Kyrie and Vergil have gotten. His girlfriend and his dad now tag team on him to take care of himself.

For hobbies, he mostly does artsy stuff. Sketching is his main go-to when bored, drawing concept art for a new Devil Bringer, or sneakily sketching one of the DMC members before they spot him. Has a whole sketchbook that is just pure Kyrie art which she stole from him. (He was embarrassed about it until she went “This is my most treasured possession now”)

He still also plays video games, mostly teaching Dante how some of them work. He’s basically the only computer literate one in DMC, so he’s the one that gets summoned when the wifi router breaks or when Dante can’t figure out the controls.

Also got into writing a little bit, mostly from Vergil. The poem book he left inspired him somewhat, so he started messing around with that. Vergil accidentally found one of Nero’s poems and assumed it was some lost page from his own book from “how good it was” which nearly made Nero cry. They occasionally have little poem/book club sessions.

Speaking of family- he ends up meeting Patty 3 days after the events of DMC5 because she kicked down their door with a sword questioning why Dante went AWOL. They end up getting along really well, with Patty teaching Nero most of what she knows about DIY. She started helping around at the mobile branch as an assistant, getting trained by Dante how to use some of the weapons until Dante says she’s “demon ready”.

He’s also been looking more into his mother and her disappearance. Not out of a familial sense, more so as just a way to get answers on his family tree and genealogy. He honestly assumes her to be dead, but he doesn’t verbalize it after seeing how hung up on LIR Vergil was. Also because a small part of him wants her to be alive too.

An even smaller part wishes that if she were alive, for her to come back and they could all be a proper family.

[lelengerine]

wonbin + in my dreams — red velvet + hii lua! im sooo excited for ur event, ur works never fail to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside 🥹

͙͘͡★ lucid dreaming

song prompt. “i wrote a short story for my creative writing class about someone i saw in a dream—except now you’re sitting across from me in the campus café, and you look exactly like them”

pairing. stranger!wonbin x reader

tags. college au, strangers to ???, lots of teasing and a bit of slow burn (crazy work for a drabble), no specific pronouns used, not sure if i missed anything else...

wc. 1.5k words

notes. so i may have gotten a little carried away, and this might’ve been longer than intended but thank u for requesting xu <333 i’d absolutely love to know what u think of it after hehe ALSO quick thank you to my lovely @suzayaaa for proofreading this for me 😌😌 and as always... likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome

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the campus café was always busy, bustling with the usual clatter of coffee orders and murmured conversations. today was the same, and you’d usually start grumbling to yourself over the fact a random group of students were being too loud in the farthest corner, but you couldn’t care less this time because it wasn’t possible. 

no, it couldn’t be possible.

you sat frozen at your usual spot, gripping your iced latte so hard the condensation dripped onto your fingers as you watched the man you once dreamt of now in the flesh, breathing and all. he was reading something on his phone, one elbow lazily propped on the table, head tilted the same way you imagined. his sharp, cat-like eyes were focused, framed by messy black hair that was so perfectly imperfect it had to have been styled on purpose.

what made everything worse was the fact he was merely a table away, utterly oblivious to the way your entire sense of reality had just been derailed.

you slammed your laptop shut in attempt to scare your thoughts from plaguing you any further, but the sound came out sharper than intended. in fact, it was loud—well, loud enough to earn you a glance from the person you least wanted attention from.

you watch as his lips curve into a faint smirk, and you knew—you knew—he’d seen it all and before you could look away or bury yourself in your drink, he stood.

panic began to bubble in your chest, the feeling slowly rising up to your throat. no. no, no, no. he wasn’t actually—

he was.

in a matter of seconds, he was standing over your table, coffee in one hand and a casual confidence in the other. a shadow fell across your table, and you dared to look up. “mind if i sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the chair across from you with the tilt of his head. his voice was smooth and you could’ve swore right then and there that he was teasing you.

“uh… sure?”

the word barely made it out before he slid into the seat, setting his coffee down with an ease that made you wonder if this was a regular occurrence to him. “you seemed like you wanted to say something earlier,” he casually said, leaning forward slightly, his gaze pinning you in place. “but then you just… stared.”

you felt your cheeks heat up instantaneously from his comment. “i wasn’t staring,” the lie escaped far too easily—but even you couldn’t convince yourself it was true.

“no?” he raised an eyebrow, the playful disbelief in his tone impossible to miss. “you sure about that?” before you could snap back, he smirked, tapping the edge of his coffee cup as if he’d just thought of something. “by the way, i’m wonbin. figured you’d want to know, since you seem so fascinated.”

the sheer audacity of his remark made your jaw drop. “i wasn’t—”

“staring?” he finished for you, his grin widening as he leaned back. “right. you mentioned that. but now that we’re here, it’d only be fair for you to tell me your name too, wouldn’t it?”

you pursed your lips as you debated whether to play along or simply walk out of this conversation altogether, but there was something about the way he looked at you—so completely unbothered yet intrigued—that made you answer without thinking.

he repeated your name like he was testing it on his tongue before the expression on his face changes into one of satisfaction. “nice. i’ll remember that.”

you glanced at him with silent judgement, trying to regain some semblance of control in this strange interaction. “you make a habit of throwing strangers off like this?”

“only the interesting ones,” he shot back, gaze sharp but amused. “so, now that we’re acquainted, what’s this you’re hiding from me?”

right. that.

you let out a nervous laugh, fingers tightening around your iced latte as if it would save you. “okay, maybe i was staring. but it’s not what you think.”

“oh?” he asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes. “then what is it?”

your mouth opens for a brief moment before it closes back shut from the lack of words coming out. how could you even begin to explain this? that he looked like someone who lived in your dreams and that you may have potentially written about him for an assignment of yours? 

“it’s… complicated,” you finally answer, the words falling flat.

“complicated’s fine.” he said easily, resting his chin in his hand, watching you like he just found the most fascinating thing in the room. “i’ve got time.”

“fine,” you muttered, slumping back in your chair as you crossed your arms. “i wrote about a dream for class.”

his eyes widen just a little, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face. he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “and how does this relate to me exactly?”

you hesitated, now fidgeting with the straw of your iced latte. avoiding his gaze only made the confession harder. finally, you huffed and met his curious stare head-on. “cause… you were in that dream.”

that seemed to catch him off guard for a split second before his lips curved into a slow, teasing smile. he leaned back, his hand lazily swirling his own coffee cup. “now this is getting interesting. keep going.”

your face burned and you shook your head, shooting him an incredulous glare. “no, i’m not telling you anything else.”

“what’s it gonna take for you to open up to me, hm?” now you’re the one with an eyebrow raised. his words hung in the air, laced with an almost playful daring that made your heart stutter and race all at once. the curve of his lips was teasing, yet his eyes betrayed something deeper—a glint of genuine curiosity that made it impossible to brush him off entirely.

you tilted your head, meeting his gaze with a resolve you weren’t sure you possessed anymore. “and what makes you think i owe you an explanation?”

his grin widened, leaning back against his chair as if settling in for a game he had every intention of winning. “you don’t owe me anything. but,” he paused, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his coffee cup, “i can tell there’s a story behind all this. and you seem like the type of person who’d rather share it than let it eat you alive.”

the audacity of his confidence made your jaw tighten. yet, as much as you wanted to scoff and wave him off, the glimmer in his eyes, the slight quirk of his lips—it was all too disarming.

it was as though he already knew he’d worn down your defenses, even before you did.

you leaned forward slightly, mirroring his posture. “you know, you’re awfully presumptuous for someone who just walked over uninvited.”

his chuckle was low, a warm rumble that seemed to ripple through the chaos of the café and settle right in your chest. “fair enough. but you let me sit here, didn’t you?”

you blinked, trying to will away the heat creeping up your neck. he had you there.

wonbin takes your silence as a well-earned victory. “so,” he started off proudly, “what was i like in this story of yours? don’t hold back—i’m dying to know.”

you blinked at him, your mind scrambling to piece together a response. the sheer improbability of it all—the person you believed only existed in your imagination now sitting across from you, teasing you like it was the most natural thing in the world—sent your pulse into overdrive.

“i… still don’t think i should tell you.” 

“why not?” a playful pout replaces the smirk that was once resting on his lips, “was i boring? a nobody? or—his smirk widened, and there was a dangerous edge of amusement in his tone—was i the love interest?”

your breath hitched, and the iced latte in your hand felt suddenly too cold, too real. “what? no! it wasn’t like that.”

“hmm.” he hummed in mock contemplation, his eyes never leaving yours. “you say that, but the way you’re turning red right now is kind of telling.”

“because you’re being impossible!” you shot back, the words tumbling out before you could think.

his laugh came easily, warm and unbothered, and somehow it made the heat in your cheeks worse. “relax, i’m just messing with you. but, hey, you’ve got to admit—it’s flattering. i mean, you dreamed me up, wrote about me, and now here i am. feels like fate, don’t you think?”

you narrowed your eyes at him, torn between frustration and the urge to laugh at his nerve. “fate would’ve made you less obnoxious.”

“aw, now you’re just being mean.” he grinned, standing up and grabbing his coffee. “but i’ll take it. dream me up again sometime, yeah?”

before you could muster a response, he was already strolling away, a casual wave tossed over his shoulder. you found yourself watching his retreating figure, but this time, your thoughts lingered on the possibility of meeting him again—preferably not in your dreams, you hope.

[yeonmuse]

SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | ENDING

“Sim Jaeyun if you don’t get off my fucking counter I’ll make sure you never stand again.” Jurin yells from the living room at a now frowning Jake

“How else am I supposed to put up the streamers?”

“With a ladder dipshit it's just in the basement.”

“Fuck that im not going down there? You know what happens when you go into a basement during a party?”

“First of all you jackass the party hasn't even started, and second that’s only in movies.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the banter between the two, it was a natural occurrence since all of you had started hanging out together rather than hanging out with Sunghoon and his friends some days and vice versa. There hasn’t been a day since then where Jake and Jurin hadn’t been at each other's throats.

Today wasn’t any different, all of you having gathered together at Jurins family vacation home for the break and today all of you would be celebrating Jiaqis birthday.

“Can you two go longer than 30 minutes without fighting?” Jinyoung who’d somehow always become the voice of reason along with Jay only seems to cause more chaos with his question.

“Maybe if he takes his ass off my counter.”

“I’m not getting that ladder!”

“For fucks sake ill get the damn latter.” Finally fed up, Wooyoung makes his way down the hall to get the ladder himself.

“You know I still can’t believe you agreed to come to this.” Jay takes a seat beside Sunghoon, not missing the way his gaze had been trained on you every now and then.

“Why do all of you keep saying that?”

“Because you’re you.” Sunghoon simply scoffs and rolls his eyes as he continues to blow up balloons.

“I’m starting to see why though, music teachers got you completely over the moon.”

“I think you’ve been hanging around Jake a little too much.” Sunghoon retorts, making Jay chuckle.

“That might be true, but what I said isn’t exactly a lie either is it? You like her.”

“I don’t like her. I just care about her, that's all, she means a lot to Yoari.”

“Just Yoari?” Interrupting the conversation between the two Jurin forces Jay up out of his seat, sending him off to get cups for their drinks which Yeonjun had conveniently forgot to bring with him to Jurins house.

This left Sunghoon alone again, this time alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t say it but Jay may have been absolutely right and for some reason that scared him.

The party was a small gathering. Rather than invite half the school that no one had talked to other than an occasional conversation about class notes or asking to borrow pencils, the gathering had been kept between just your friends. Consisting of just the ten of you with the addition of Jay’s cousin and his friends. As per usual the night entailed lots of yelling over board games and card games, this time with a lot more drinking involved. The conversations only went far left as Jake and Jurin started yet another argument with one another making everyone else slowly leave the table one by one.

You on the other hand chose to slip outside where you could get some peace and quiet, unknowingly Sunghoon wasn’t too far behind. The moment you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs you heard the back door slide open, making you turn your head. Once your eyes landed on Sunghoon you’d shoot him a smile as he made his way over and took the seat beside you.

“They still going in there?”

“The conversations somehow gone back to the ladder situation from earlier.’’ Sunghoon responds, a hint of confusion in his tone, earning a laugh from you.

“Sounds about right for the two of them.”

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of you, the only ambience heard amongst the silence being the crackling of the patio fire set by Jay earlier on, and the faint sound of Jake and Jurin going at it back inside.

“About last night.’’ Sunghoon had finally spoken up, putting an end to the comforting silence and the air around you grew thick at the mention of last night's topic.

“I’m sorry about my mom, I don’t know why she suddenly decided to pry last night, but I could tell the topic made you uncomfortable.’’

“It’s fine. Your mom was only trying to get to know who she hired, better late than never right?’’

Sunghoon could tell that you had been trying your best to act unbothered by the topic, but it was obviously a heavy one for you.

“Yeah I guess so.’’

“She doesn't know where we are.’’ you suddenly confess, at which Sunghoon just returns your confession with a look of confusion.

“My mom, she doesn’t know where me and my dad are.’’

“Yn you don’t have to tell me this.’’

“But I want to, I trust you.” at your sudden admission of trust Sunghoon fell silent, you trusted him?

“My dad and I we’ve been moving around since I was fifteen. One night he and my mom got into this really bad argument one night and it got heated. She even started throwing and breaking things and trying to physically hurt my dad. I had never seen her like that. She just completely lost it. I had to watch my dad pick up the pieces of a broken home, family photos covered in blood, picture frames broken. I cried so hard that day because for the first time in my life I was forced to realize my family was no longer a family. The neighbors called the police that day and they held my mom overnight, but by the time she got out we would already be gone. It was something my dad was thinking about for the longest time when my mom started to get unwell, but we never had a reason to until she snapped. My mom would call everyone lying telling them she got help just to find out where we were, she kept finding us and It got so bad that we had to cut ties with old friends and family members until she’d finally stopped a year ago. My dad was forced to give up everything so that we could move. He gave up our house, his first restaurant, the place he worked hard to keep up with since before I had even been born. We had to just leave everything behind and had to start new over and over. I’d gone through so many schools and Chaconne was my only chance at going to an actual good school where she couldn't find me. When I told you I didn’t know how my dad had got me into Chaconne I meant it, I’m not even sure how he managed to keep us afloat and manage the house he’d gotten for us now with us leaving everything behind.” you didn’t realize that tears had fallen from your eyes, but Sunghoon noticed the moment your voice became shaky and cracked almost instantaneously. This was a topic you only told Jurin and Jiaqi having been drunk off cough medicine and completely out of it on one of your sickly nights you cried and completely spilled your guts to them.

Sunghoon on the other hand didn’t know what to say, he felt furious, furious at your mother from having put you through all of that at such a young age, yet at the same time feeling a pain in his chest watching you – the girl that was always smiling and putting a smile on others face, break down in front of him. Without thinking he wraps his arms around you pulling you in against his chest, he knew for certain this would absolutely be brought up by Jay and Jake tomorrow if not tonight, but all he cared about in that moment was making sure you had been okay. He may not have had the right words to say to you, but him having held you in his arms until you were calm had been just enough.

“I’m sorry.’’ finally your tears stopped and your sniffling quieted down, allowing Sunghoon to finally pull away

“What for?’’

“For dropping all of that onto you, I shouldn’t have just said all of that, I probably ruined the mood.’’

“No i’m glad, i’m glad that you trusted me enough to let your guard down.’’ His eyes locked with yours, he nearly reached his hand up to brush the tear stains from your cheeks until the back door slid open and out walked Jiaqi, the others not too far behind.

“You two were out here the whole time while we had to sit through their cat and dog fight.’’ Yeonjun complains, plopping himself down on the opposing side of the fire. The once somber and gloomy atmosphere is now taking a turn for the best. From then on there was no more sad talk or arguing, just playful banter and conversations around the fire.

This was the first time since meeting Jake and Jay that Sunghoon had genuinely felt he belonged with a group of people. His guard was now completely down, and he wasn’t afraid to allow it. And though he wasn’t sure how long any of them would last and how long they’d remain in his life he would enjoy tonight. You on the other hand were just grateful to finally have a group of friends to call yours. A group of people that loved you wholeheartedly and shared a love for music just as you yourself did. It felt nice to have a group genuinely connect with you, you just hoped that your time with them would last, that you wouldn’t be forced to move yet again.

-

The next day consisted of what felt like one of the longest drives of the group's life, an hour long drive just to get to the beach, which all ultimately felt worth it when they’d arrived there two hours before sunrise. You felt an immediate sense of nostalgia when your feet hit the sand, to you it felt like home ultimately, after all you were grateful enough to have lived on that very beach. It had been Jurin and Jiaqis idea originally, knowing how much you missed your dad over the last two months you’d been attending Chaconne they made the executive decision to make Jinyoung drive all the way to your hometown. That way you got to see your dad and they would get the opportunity to lounge out on the sand.

Your time on the beach was indeed chaotic, between the guys making the collective decision to bury Jake in the sand and leaving him there, and Yeonjun losing his swimming trunks in the ocean. It was certainly an eventful time. Most of your time was spent out on the beach until sunset, it was then that you all finally decided it was time to make your way down the coast. All of you walked until you finally caught a familiar sight of a large building up on the rocks, a building that had been familiar to you since the moment you turned seventeen.

As you and the others step foot inside the restaurant you’re enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the atmosphere, it completely contrasts to the cool breeze that had been blowing outside on the beach. While the interior of the place had given a more modern and homey appeal it differed from the outside patio that had served as more of your typical tropical beach setting. The doors and window seals adorned with seashells that you and your dad had found when you would often accompany him on his boating trips for the new catch. Your dad and stepmother were more than happy to see that you’d returned home for a visit and with new friends to accompany you. Ultimately embarrassing you when they first saw you all enter, your dad having brought back your old childhood nickname ‘his little starfish’ and your stepmom immediately pressing kisses all over your face as she would often do when you were much younger. In your fathers eyes no matter how old you had gotten you would always be their little girl. Now that you all had finally arrived your dad had been more than happy to close down the restaurant for the night just you and your friends. Friends who seemed to have the time of their lives learning about you and your parents and how your life had been growing up here (of course you and your dad both left out the details of your actual mother). The night couldn’t have ended more perfectly in your eyes, having given your newfound friends a glimpse into your life growing up.

Sunghoon found himself hanging onto your dad and step moms every word about how you'd been as a child and your teen years. Now having gotten to know your dad it was obvious to him why you loved and praised him as much as you had. He talked about you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, his greatest accomplishment. Not to mention the similarities between the two of you having been absolutely uncanny, sharing the same eyes, same laugh, same smile. The smile found himself thinking about countless times. Even your home– the home that your father so graciously opened up to all of you for the night, had perfectly mirrored the characteristics of you and your family.

While most of the guys had gone to sleep you and the girls set out back huddled up by the fire together watching the stars and enjoying your time with just the three of you. That left Sunghoon sitting alone in the living room with a book in his hand, a book he’d been paying absolutely no attention to because he was far too busy looking out at you, thinking about all the new details he learned about you. With a sigh he throws the book off to the side and stands up from his seat, deciding to busy himself with looking at the pictures your father had put up throughout the house instead. Each picture making a faint smile curl onto his lips as they progressed.

“She was six there.’’ your fathers voice startled him, wiping the smile off his face as his head whips around to look at him.

“That was her first time picking up a guitar, her uncle's guitar. She wasn’t allowed to touch the instruments at his house but she picked it up anyway, he found her playing and he couldn’t even be mad at her he’d just sat and watched her play to her heart's content.’’ Sunghoon didn’t say a word, he simply listened to your fathers recollection of memory, unsure as to why he suddenly felt the need to storytell, but Sunghoon didn’t mind.

“This one was her eighth birthday, she got her first violin. She stayed up all night learning the strings and printing sheet music, didn’t get any sleep that night but it was worth it knowing my little girl was happy.’’ Eight years old, she had been the exact same as Yoari back then, Yoari had been persistent in her desire to learn music, Since the moment yn started teaching her she spent sleepless nights practicing her sheet music and random songs just to show you the next day knowing you would be proud of her.

Though Sunghoon didn’t know the meaning behind your father having suddenly told him the story behind all of your photos that night, your father was well aware that Sunghoon had no problem listening. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him how attentive he was listening back at the restaurant or how often Sunghoon’s eyes would catch you when he would be looking over at the table. It was quite obvious that you were special and meant something to him and even though your father didn’t know exactly how the boy felt about you one thing was for certain, Sunghoon did indeed feel something for his little starfish.

Your father eventually left Sunghoon alone with his thoughts and the girls made their way inside, all of you having grown tired from the long day you had both today and yesterday. While the others had all gone inside and fell asleep you and Sunghoon had been the only two remaining awake. You still sat cozied up by the crackling fire watching the moon and reminiscing your childhood, soon being joined by Sunghoon who felt the need to keep you company.

“Do you-” Sunghoon starts only to stop upon seeing you look at him so attentively, he couldn’t do it, your beautiful eyes locked on him had him immediately tongue tied and he found it hard to ask the question that plagued his thoughts for quite some time now.

“I see why you missed home so much, it’s peaceful.’’ you respond with a soft hum, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, but I’ve also gotten quite used to the chaos.’’ you respond, finally glancing at him making his heart thump against his chest as they met his own.

The rest of the night was silent for the two of you, the sound of waves crashing and the crackling of the fire being your only interruptions. Meanwhile your father stood at the back window watching the two of you with a faint smile.

-

Though your time away from Chaconne had been truly amazing it was finally time to get back to classes and study groups. A chaotic and hectic week it would be with not only exams growing closer, but Yoaris recital being tonight. A night which not only you, but Yoari had been counting down since the moment the event had been presented.

“What do you mean you didn’t ask her are you stupid?’’

“Jake!?”

“What? He had the perfect opportunity to ask her and he didn’t.’’

“Yeah well it’s not like we can change the fact that he didn’t ask her.’’

“To hell we can’t where's your phone.’’ Jake makes his way over to Sunghoons desk searching through loose sheets of paper and old music sheets in search of his phone.

“Look, I backed out. She looked at me and then I just couldn't?”

“Dude the recital is tonight, you don’t exactly have all the time in the world to ask her.’’

“Fuck. I should have just kept my mouth shut, don’t know why I told you in the first place.’’ Sunghoon sighs and falls back onto his bed, sitting up almost immediately once he hears the sound of a phone ringing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you your second chance.’’ Jake responds only moments before the ringing stops and your voice could be heard on the other line.

You were shocked to say the least when you saw Sunghoons name appear on your phone, he had never called you, of course he’d sent you videos of Yoari practicing here and there but he’d never called, rarely even texted other than the videos.

“Hello?” For a moment the line was silent, but you could hear faint shuffling on the other side.

“Sunghoon did you butt dial me or something?’’

“No- no i’m here sorry.’’

“Oh- did you need something? Did something happen you almost never call?’’

“Yeah. I mean– fuck no nothing happened I just had a question?’’ he responds, sounding unsure of his own words as they leave his mouth.

“Oh? Sure what’s up?”

“Would you want to go to the recital with me? Not as in you coming as a guest or family friend, but a date?’’ On the other side of the line Sunghoon held his breath the moment you fell silent, only releasing it when you finally spoke up on the other line.

“I’d love to.’’

“So- i’ll see you there?’’

“Yeah, I'll see you tonight.’’ Before hanging up the phone he could hear a faint ‘I told you so’ being yelled in the background, and his eyebrows knit together. He then turns to Jay and Jake as he slips his phone into his pocket.

“Was It obvious or something?’’

“Well in what context?’’

“Before we hung up I heard Jurin telling yn ‘I told you so’.”

“Well if you want our honest answer, she came along and suddenly you did an entire 180. If you’re asking if it was obvious that you had a thing for her, she’s practically the only one that hasn’t realized up until now.’’ Sunghoon simply pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

“Great. So it’s just obvious to everyone else before me.’’ Sunghoon complains, making Jake and Jay just shrug in response.

After hanging up the phone your evening consisted of constant nagging and reminders from Jurin that she was in fact right about Sunghoon. You yourself had still been in shock that he had asked you on a date in the first place, having been completely oblivious to his feelings towards you the entire time. For some reason it made you nervous at the thought, your stomach churned and you felt butterflies swarm the deepest pits of your belly. You never thought that Sunghoon of all people could have feelings for you or look at you as anything more than just his sister's music teacher. Your nerves began to bubble over as you fully came to the realization that Park Sunghoon did in fact make you anxious. It was now occurring to you just how often you’d think about him in a way that was not so friend-like. How you sometimes caught yourself admiring him when he laughed or smiled, or occasionally your thoughts would drift to what it’d be like to trace the beauty marks on his face. At the time when all of the thoughts would flood your brain you had chalked it up to them being some sort of intrusive thoughts. You even downplayed the way you would get all giddy when he’d come around, most of the time showing up to the dorm with the other guys or Yoari but it made your heart thump nonetheless. Having him suddenly act on his thoughts and ask you on a date had restructured your brain and the way you thought about him entirely. It made you realize that you were in fact drawn to Park Sunghoonin in a not so friend like way, whether that be romantically or on a deeper scale he was special to you.

“Yn can you hurry up you’ve been in there for an hour you had to have found an outfit and done your hair by now?’’ Jiaqi complains from down the hall, her and Jurin having been waiting for an hour and a half now listening to the shuffle of your feet in your room as you scramble to find something to wear.

Finally your door flies open and Jiaqi immediately shoots up from the couch, Jurin following suit.

“Does it…Does it look okay?’’ After nearly two hours of panicking over what to wear, how to do your makeup, how to style your hair, you’d finally made the choice to go simple. Black corset top and black mini skirt, black lace stockings and gloves to pull the look together along with your ribbon lace up pumps. Your hair slicked back into a bumped ponytail with loose curls adorning your forehead. It was a simple and elegant look that you’d had in mind to wear for a while yet were never given a reason to up until now.

“Well if the man isn’t in love already he might be after this.’’ Jiaqi comments as she takes in your look from head to toe.

“You mean to tell me you were hiding those boobs under all those tee shirts, sweaters and crop tops all this time?’’

“Jurin!”

“What am I doing wrong? Look at them?’’ Jiaqi shakes her head in response to her friend's comments and a knock at the door interrupts the slight banter between the two.

“I thought you told Sunghoon you’d meet him there?”

“I did? I told him he didn’t have to come all this way?’’ The three of you share a confused look with one another before watching as Jiaqi swung the door open.

Once your eyes fell upon the woman that stood on the other side you felt your entire world come crashing down at your feet. Jiaqi, just as enthusiastic as ever, greets her unknowingly, though the woman's eyes seemed to be searching for someone, searching for you. You’d given her zero chances to speak, your feet moved before you could even get yourself to think properly and you had run off pushing past the woman in the doorway and completely drowning out the sound of Jiaqis voice calling out to you in worry.

-

Meanwhile on the other side of town Sunghoon couldn’t stop glancing at his phone. You haven't called or texted nor had you shown up and he was starting to worry? Had you gotten sick again? Were you stuck in traffic? Surely you wouldn’t miss the recital you promised Yoari you’d be at, or the date that he had now gotten his hopes up for.

“did yn call? Or contact you at all? Did she say anything about being sick? Or being late?’’ he asks his mom who had been busy checking her business phone at his side.

“I haven’t heard from her sweetheart no, is there something wrong?’’

“She just- she promised Yoari she’d be here.’’

“You and Yoari think too highly of that girl Hoon, even the people you think are special to you can break promises.’’ Sunghoon stares at his phone one last time, a sigh spilling from his lips as he and the rest of his family fully make their way into the venue.

-

You ran until the air in your lungs began to feel like a breath of fire, until your chest felt so heavy you thought it would cave in. You didn’t know where you were or how far you ran but you knew one thing for sure, you needed to get away from campus. Your brain was moving 50 miles per hour and it felt as if the ground itself would swallow you whole at any moment. Your heavy breathing combined with the antagonizing ringing in your ears making it hard for you to think properly. Two years, two years you had gone without her finding you and now she stood in the doorway of your very own dorm room.

13 missed calls from Jurin, 15 from jiaqi. They'd all been searching for you, worried about you. The moment you ran off the two girls followed behind you. They called everyone to help look for you, Jake, Jay, Yeonjung, Haknyeon, Jinyoung, the only one having missed every call being Park Sunghoon. He wanted nothing to do with you or your friends at that moment, he opened himself to you, made himself vulnerable enough to accept his feelings and ask you on a date and you couldn’t even be bothered to show.

When you finally had calmed down enough to come to your senses you realized that you didn’t know where to go, your home was an hour away and if you went back to your own dorm you risked running into her again. You had no money on you nor did you have your phone because you’d just run off without thinking the moment you saw her standing there. It was then you realized there was one place you knew for a fact you were always welcomed, you also came to the realization that you had been late to the recital. Even as thunder clouds came rolling in and the night turned cold you ran for half an hour until you finally made it to the venue, but unfortunately you had already been too late. Yoari had already performed and the Park family had gone home not even bothering to stay for the next hour of the showcase. Your heart sank in your chest as you realized what you had done. Not only had you broken your promise to Yoari, but you completely missed out on your date with Sunghoon.

The dark clouds that loomed over you as you walked for yet another hour had finally begun to pour down with rain, Completely soaked from the rain and shivering from the cold you eventually found yourself outside the park residence. By the time you arrived the four of them had been stepping out of their car, Mrs. and Mr. Park had stepped into the house already while Sunghoon went to pick up his sleeping sister from the backseat. Yoaris' eyes fluttered open for a moment and she seemed to be the first to notice you, wrapped in Sunghoon’s arms and clinging to him tightly. She simply looked the other way as she saw you approaching, Sunghoon noticed you shortly after, but he said nothing.

“Ari…” your heart broke as you watched her rest her head on Sunghoons shoulder completely ignoring you. Your gaze shifts to Sunghoon who had been obviously upset but he’d been trying his best to not say a word to you.

“Sunghoon I-”

“Save it. You made a promise to her. Cross my heart and hope to die, remember.’’

“Sunghoon just let me explain-”

“You should have explained 6 missed calls ago, you’re no better than your mother.” Knowing that they had been upset with you hurt, but Sunghoon’s words stung like hell and cut deep. Sunghoon himself didn’t know why he’d let such words slip from his mouth, but it had been too late to take back. He’d already said it, and he could tell by the look on your face and the glossiness of your eyes that it’d already gotten to you. And although he should have taken it back right then and there, should have apologized and made it right he just walked away, letting his own emotions dictate his actions.

During your walk back to the campus you couldn’t help but think about how in just three hours things had completely fallen apart. You didn’t know when you made it back to campus having been completely out of it the entire way back there, but you were immediately snatched back from your thoughts hearing a familiar voice.

“Yn?’’ As you whipped your head around your tired eyes met with Sunwoos, all it took was for him to say three simple words for you to break down all over again.

“Are you okay?”

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Study Date Headcanons

warnings; none ! characters; percy jackson, jason grace, + leo valdez author's note; did i technically write a study date fic already ? yes. did i write it with my big 3 ? no !! also i wrote this during breaks on my AP psych assignments so it's a tad bit wonky.. T^T

PERCY JACKSON -

oh boy.. you guys rarely get any actual work done-

but it's very fun either way !

i feel like he has a self established award system so that for every problem he gets right, he gets a kiss..

which usually just ends in him asking super easy questions he already knows the answer to in order to get one.

"hey, the answer to #5 is y = 7.5 , right ?" "uhh.. yeah ? you've gone over that like five times-" "crazy ! i got the answer right though SOOO"

very ineffective method, but you still fall for it

in the scenario where you do get some work done, it's usually bc both of you procrastinated super hard

(we hate deadlines in his household !!)

anywho, lots of snacks too ! like blueberries, blue cookies his mom made, other various things to yer liking !

amazing with science for whatever reason ??? so go to him for help !!

i give him aaaaa 9.5/10 on the study date scale: only productive when necessary but worth it for the kisses !

JASON GRACE -

the most studious person on earth, literally has never missed a deadline !

except that one time but that's bc demigod stuff

has decent handwriting ??(he was raised by wolves okay :c) but enough that you can share notes with having to decipher anything

really good in english but simply bc latin influences on it

will study for like.. 3 hours straight without breaks so you have to grab him by the ear to relax and drink something other than cold coffee and flat red bull..

takes a crap ton of ap and honors classes it's unbelievable, so def the man to go to for anything !!

ermm classical music or pure silence, no in-between ! unless you play the music which is usually what happens

makes you tea/coffee before hand since it helps him focus so he just assumes it'll help you

not necessarily a study headcanon but if you share classes he ALWAYS partners up with you !

anyways, i got sidetracked 10/10 on the study date scale: very productive evening !

LEO VALDEZ -

MY BOYFRIEND EVER !!!

another ap and honors class taker so pls ask him for help in literally anything !

ESPECIALLY MATH 🗣️🗣️

probably takes like.. algebra 2 freshman year

anyways, not the most focused person but he gets his work done super fast despite that !

fast and correctly might i add, like it pisses teachers off when he talks on class and is like "oh i already finished !"

makes you dance with him during study breaks :3 doesn't matter how late it is or if yer in the library, yer dancing to whatever music is playing in the earbuds you guys are sharing

if he finishes his work early he either helps you or just.. stares at you longingly ?? very sappy

he also draws all over his notes so good luck trying to read them !

he gets an 12/10 on the study date scale: im bias + i hate math and would kill for this man to help me with it.. T^T

THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE- might start doing more multiple character works tbh.. anyways !! hope you enjoyed loves🩷 also it was very tempting to put connor in here :(( kinda wish i did but i have work to do !!

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SCIENCE BUDDIES | KUROO. T |

summary: when your the popular girl at nekoma and your science grade is dropping day by day, your teacher pairs you with the weirdly attractive science nerd, captain of nekoma volleyball team, in order to raise your grade to graduate. but what happens when you go to his house to start the project and things go wrong.?? or at least you think.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: cursing, kissing, smut if you squint, and thats it lmk if i missed anything!

| the sun beamed into your room, blinding you as you woke up from your slumber.

“fuck i do not want to go to school.” you mumble to yourself, getting out of bead heading to your bathroom and closet to get ready for school.

when you finish getting ready, you decided to wear a white skirt with a fitted lining short sleeve shirt. as you went downstairs for breakfast, you seen your mom sitting at the marble island table with her glasses on a paper in her hand, analyzing it.

“hi, good morning mom, what did you make for breakfast today?”

“oh just some waffles, but uh. i have to talk yo you about something.” she says almost.. confused “yea sure mom”

you grab a plate and put some waffles on it, the syrup already being on the table being from your mom eating first.

“honey, i thought you had better grades than this, i- especially you science grade its .. terrible .!” she says disappointed.

“mom, ive been trying i promise ill ask my teacher today is there anything i can do to raise my grade .” you say searching for an answer so your mom can stop being mad at you.

on your way to school you bumb into kuroo the captain of the nekoma volleyball team somehow, but the biggest science geek you would ever meet in your entire existence. You stumble to the ground, dropping your phone and your purse.

“ah- gosh do you even look where you go idio-” you say standing up dusting yourself off

“oh, sorry are you okay?” he says, tall figure reaching out to check of you are injured or anything.

you look up, not even knowing it was him about to curse him out for being a complete dickwad and idiot for not looking where he was going.

“yea. im fine just watch where your going idiot” you say grabbing your phone and purse walking away.

“wait! is there anything i can do to pay you back for this i feel like an asshole.” he says to you, stopping you in your tracks.

you turn around slowly thinking if there is anything he could possibly do to pay you back

“nope, nothing now, but if something comes up. sure you can pay me back.” you say nodding

“okay! sorry abo-”

“just stop apologizing. its fine.”

| DURING SCIENCE

you had always failed science, in every grade for some reason . whether it was to hard, you were lazy , or just didn’t wanna do the work. your science class was towards the end of the day, frustrating you even more because you were so close to leaving school and then your least favorite class had to ruin the rest of your day. could be a failed test or more paper work. you hated everything about science.

when you came into science class, your plan was to ask your teacher is there anyways you could raise your grade, like you promised your mom you would. But obviously your science teacher had other plans.

“alright class, please look up the the board, these are your partners for the new project thats coming up and who you will have to sit with for about 3 weeks.”

when you seen the board, you were paired with non other than the kuroo tetsurou. you didn’t hate him, you just didn’t know him and especially cause this morning was quite awkward when you fell infront of him. As you walk over to your assigned seat with kuroo, awkwardness flowing all around you as you guys made eye contact and you approached him.

“hi.” you said very awkwardly sitting down in your seat

“hey.. Y/N.” he said back

as class started, you heard him mumbling under his breath, his words barely audible as he took notes whilst you sat on your phone hidden under the desk.

“Y/N.” your teacher calls

“hm, yea?!”

"what did i just say about the 2 main parts involved in biochemical photosynthesis eh?" he calls on you making you look around the room in confusion hoping there will be an obvious answer on the wall or something.

"well uh.. the 2 main parts are like uh." you say in total confusion and oblivion due to you being on your phone and not listening.

"its light reactions and calvin cycle, Y/N." kuroo whispers to you, head in his notebook going over his notes to pass time from the very embarrassing moment for you.

the way your name rolled of his tongue so effortlessly, as if it was a melody made your heart beat a little faster, skipping beats often you dont know why though.

"uh light reactions and the calvin cycle." you say proudly trying to redeem yourself from the embarrassing moment.

"right.. okay class this a project for photosynthesis and the calvin cycle, i will post the slides soon for what you have to do for this project. class dismissed. Y/N and kuroo, i need you both to stay."

after the class leaves you and kuroo walk up to your teacher i question on what could he possible want from the 2 of you.

"look if this is about my participation and my grade im really sorry. im trying my hardest." you say already knowing the lecture you might get twice. today.

"thats not what i called you up here for, well it is but its not. okay look, i specifically put you to work with kuroo for this project because you are failing this class. its a core class and if you cant pass it you cant graduate. Y/N your really smart, you just have to put in more work."

"soo i have to help her raise her grade? tutoring or just working with her?" he asks in confusion on why he is even here. i mean that sucks for you if you get left back. not his fault your not wizz smart like him in science.

"well yea. maybe while you guys are working on the project, you can help her pick up on some facts, and basic stuff. we can also give your extra credit if you'd like." he says

"hey um hello. just wanna say none of this stuff is basic." you tap i raising your finger in the air.

"uh yea it is, maybe stay off your phone and bring a note book to class.?" he snaps back

"oh hell no i am not working with him for three weeks straight, do you see his smartass remarks?!" you tell the teacher.

"look Y/N i know you don't like everything or everyone, but this is for your sake, to pass school. don't be stingy and just take the help."

you roll your eyes. not wanting to work with kuroo, he was kinda annoying your soul right now. your teacher was right though, maybe it was time for you to stop being an brat and take the help. just for now. not like your gonna catch feelings or anything for him. after all, even though he was lowkey a science geek, he was the cap of the volleyball team. knowing how he probably has tons of girlfriends and girls fawning over him.

"fine. when do we start." you reluctantly say

"well you cn come to my house tonight and do some studying and then we can work on the project every tuesday, thursday and friday. i dont have practice for very long on those days andi dont have practice at all today."

"sounds great, cant wait to see your progress Y/N!" your teacher says

"yea yea fine thanks." you said walking out the door.

when you got outside, you spotted kuroo with his friends, kenma, yaku and kai.

"KUROO!" you call him, stopping he and his friends in there tracks as you walk over.

"oh hey Y/N, whats up. dont tell me you cant come over tonight for tutoring for a party or something."

you smack his arm for even spitting out the word tutoring in front of his friends.

"wait, THE Y/N needs tutoring from lil ole kuroo tetsurou?!" kenma spits out giggling.

"hey for your information, im not 'lil' im damn near 6'3 and 180 pounds and you arent even 5'11 yet."

as he bickerd with his friend you just stared at him wilst he has his back turned. jesus 180? he wasn't fat, at all. he was tall and slim. he was fit, so that only meant 1 thing. he had to be hella jacked. 180 at 18 was honestly insane. and he was 6'2. you stared at his back as he countinued bickering with his friends. i mean you could see some back musces and some biceps, but you couldn't really tell to tale cause he had on maybe 3 shirts and a vest.

"Y/N..?!" he called you and you snapped out of it.

"okay no yea, im gonna come over around 6:30 so i can shower and help my mom around the house with anything."

alright cool, let me give you my number, text me when your leaving. "

"yeah thanks, i will." as you guys exchange numbers and set up a time to meet, you both went seprate ways, but you couldent stop thnking aout his physique for some reason. gosh.

| AT HOME

"im home ma, and i have good ish news!" you say going to your moms room.

"hey honey, how was school?"

"it was good, oh by the way, i got science tutoring, my techer really recommented it. so i have to go to his house tonight at 6:30."

your mom turned around with her jaw dropped.

"i thought you would never do tutoring though!?" she asked confused on what the sudent change in your persepctive was

"well im doing it to make you proud mom, i know i havent always bee the best in school, but i want to mke it up to you caue you do a lot for me." you say, genuienly.

"aw sweetie." she says reaching in for a hug.

"of course mom." okay but i have to shower and stuff so i can get ready to go over there."

"alright honey!" she calls out to you as your leave her room.

6:30

your putting your shoes on getting ready to go to kuroos house when you remember you literally don't have his address so you decide to text him.

when kuroo opens the house door, he greets you with a warm smile, what you dont realize is that kuroo is wearing these hella low sweat pants, so low, you can see his V-line, with a regular white shirt.

"is your room upstairs?"

"duh it is" he responds back snarkly

"oh sorry i asked instead of assuming, some people have cool attic rooms, i didnt know if you were one of those kids." you said giggling.

soon as he is about to respond to you, his mom comes into the living room.

"oh. my. god. kuroo you finally brought a girl home?!" you and him turn your head immediatal after she said that. his mom speed walks up to you and starts touching your face and admiring your features.

"oh my ad shes gorgeous. kuroo are you sure that this girl isnt like. one of those models on that show you used to watch?! my gosh!" all you can do is smile freakishly big and gigling at every fact kuroos mom is acidentaly spiling about him.

"n-no mom, and she isnt my girlfriend or anything, shes just a friend im tutoring for a while" he says rubbing the back of his neck, his arm raising and shirt coming alongside with it.

"ahh its fine! my dear you can come over anytime from now on! kuroo needs a bit of female interaction!"

you giggle at her "alright! ill keep it in mind, thank you."

"yep alright later mom we will be done in a hour or 2." he says grabing your wrist pulling you away to the stairs flustered at what his mom said about him and you. he didnt know wy exactly he was flusterd at the thought of you and him. he had never seen you like thta, at all. he alwayd thought you were just a snobby popular girl, he also rarely payed attention to you beauty but oh was he seeing it tonight. you had came over in a pair of blue and white plad pyjama pants with a grey hoodie, slighliy rolled up above your naval peircing. long black hair in a brad put to the side of your shoulder

as you both got to his room he sat down at hs table , getting his stuff reader as you stood and looke around his room. he had tons of volleyballs in a corner, volleyball posters, and rack full of mybe 5 or 6 volleyball shoes. gosh who needs that many.

"alright lets go Y/N." he called you over to his desk.

"coming!" you called putting his volleyball down and comig over to sit.

"by the way, please. i beg. ignore my mom. she can get really embarrassing at times."

"ah no worries my mom would react the same, just glas your mom is nice unlike any of my other ex boyfriends parents." you giggle

"yeah." he says

"okay, so....."

7:39

"KUROO I SWEAR IF YOU ASK ME ONE MORE TIME ABOUT SOME DAMN CELLULAR RESPIRATORY."

"its resperation. its not all that hard." he chuckles at your angryness manspreadig in his chair, buff arms folded up watchin you absolutly loosing your shit over easy science shit.

he stands up coming towards your, his figure being evidently taller than yours

"give me your hand."

"uh why?!"

"just give it to me"

when you give him your hand, he pulls your closer, staring down at your smaller figure now face to face with you

"listen. i'll ask you again, do you know how our bodies create energy?"

"yea." you say turing your head away from him

good. im gonna show you what happens when cellular respiration is in action."

without a word, kuroo closed the gap,his lips meeting yours in the softest of kisses, like the first touch of a summer rain against the parched earth. the kiss deepened slowly, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, the heat between them intensifying. A low murmur escaped kuroos throat, and your fingers brushed through his jet black hair, tugging him even nearer, if that was even possible. when he pulled away for air he stared at you, deeply, wipin your tast away from his lips.

"thats what happens when oxygen and gluecose come together to create energy."

“yeah yeah whatever, glucose oxygen i don’t care. finish what you started, kuroo tetsurou,” you say, pulling him back for more, your hands threading through his hair as you close the distance once again. His lips curve into a mischievous smile against yours, but there’s no hesitation this time. kuroo deepens the kiss, the teasing edge gone, replaced with a raw urgency that sends a shiver down your spine.Each movement is a reflection of the rising heat between you. Kuroo’s hands trail down your sides, a gentle yet firm pull guiding you back toward the bed. his lips never leave yours.

“Gosh you're actually so much hotter than i- mm. imagined”  he says pressing on top of you on the bed, kissing you down your neck. You take your shirt off revealing a black lace push up bra. It's like you knew you were probably gonna get laid. he takes his shirt off, proving your point, he was really jacked and he had a quite evident 4 pack.

"fuck" he mumbled.

"ah kuro-" you moan from his touch

"HEY KUROO, KENMA AND YAKU ARE HERE!"

"you gotta be fuckin kidding me."

AU: hi guys. this is actually so trash for my first story im gonna make a part 2 but om gonna start wroting feel like a fool since thats what u guys voted on but please like a reblog this to get this going!!

[zhonglisbeloved]

LEWD TEXTS. ALHAITHAM.

im not dead and another reminder to check out my friend's content on YouTube :) https://youtu.be/hEs3oxcuBM8?si=CMd5PSx4a7NyyqME Warnings: NSFW, smut, degrading, public sex, spanking, degrading, public humiliation, let me know if I missed any! professor!Alhaitham x afab!student!reader

I want to suck your dick, I want you to fuck my throat and cum inside my mouth

I desperately need your huge cock in my mouth

please fuck your needy slut, Sir

fuck me in public and breed me like the good little girl I am

please Sir I can't wait for class to end, if only you'd dismiss them early and show me who I belong too

you read out loud as embarrassment took over you, your cheeks were now dusted with a red hue, your body growing hotter by the second. you were caught texting in class by your professor boyfriend Alhaitham, and even though he was very lenient in these cases, he knew you were texting him lewd things and he couldn't help but make you read them.

so to satisfy your humiliation kink, he made you stand up and read out loud all the dirty, lewd, and sinful things that you had sent him. he kept a blank expression, ignoring the urge to walk up to you and fuck you right then and there, complying to your words.

some of your classmates looked at you and chuckled with a teasing look, some looked at you shocked and others disgusted, to say that you wanted to dig a whole and hide there forever was a huge understatement. You couldn't explain your feelings, you were turned on and embarrassed.

you swallowed a lump down your throat, clenching your thighs trying to subtly deal with how wet you were. "So, couldn't this wait until the class ended?" he asked you knowing well that your legs were probably shaking, his look was lustful, his pants tightening.

You mumbled a small "sorry" and sat down, the public humiliation had turned you on to the point that you were sure sooner rather than later your panties would be soaking and your arousal would drip down your thighs. you sat down and crossed your legs, wishing for class to end.

he ended the class rather early, it was enough of an indication for you to know that you should prepare yourself to get punished in the classroom itself. soon after the last student exited the class, Alhaitham locked the door and grabbed you.

he bent you over his desk and pulled down your clothes, ripping your underwear right after. your lower body was now on display for him. he spanked your bottom once, twice, thrice and a few more until your bottom was red and tears of pleasure ran down your now completely pink cheeks.

"now what was it that you wanted me to do to you, darling? recite everything properly or you're not getting any of it" he whispered in your ears, your thighs clenched as your arousal dripped further down your thighs to legs, whimpers leaving your parted lips.

"I wanna suck y-your cock, an-d have you-r c-cum down my throat" you stuttered out while pushing your hips backwards the moment you felt his fingers rub your clit. he slapped your clit, making you gasp before turning you around and pushing you on your knees and unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his pants.

"suck" he ordered, you wasted no time in grabbing a hold of his hard and huge cock, you started off by kitty licking the tip, almost teasing him when he suddenly grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth down, his cock reaching into your throat making you gag.

you choked but still managed to pick up the pace and bob your head while swirling your tongue around his shaft to provide more pleasure. his soft moans and groans filled the room letting you know that you're pleasuring him well.

tears formed in your eyes as Alhaitham held your head still and fucked your throat without mercy. you gagged around his cock, you pulled back and sucked on his tip while your hand stroked the rest of his cock on a rather fast pace. you could feel his cock throbbing and the pre cum dripping in your mouth.

you moaned softly at the taste, you suddenly took his entire length in your mouth, deep throating him. he moaned loudly, you looked up at him through your teary eyes as you sucked him off.

soon he was releasing his cum in your mouth, you closed your eyes and took it all the way in, the tip of your nose hitting his lower abdomen. you pulled back and swallowed his seed and opened your mouth to show him.

he let out a satisfied hum and pulled you up, and bent you over the table, "read another one" he commanded while stroking your dripping slit

"fu-ck me in pu-public and breed- breed me like the go-od ah- little girl I am~" you whined out 

he then thrusted his cock into your tight hole making you moan out loud. he fucked you mercilessly while he held your hands behind your back "fuck you're so tight sweetheart" he growled.

the room was filled with skin slapping noises and lewd sounds. you whimpered as you felt his hands wrap around your waist and rub figures of eight on your swollen clit. you whined out and moved your hips in sync with his to get more friction and pleasure. 

he suddenly stopped thrusting and flipped you over to lay on your back without pulling out. he chuckled at your state and started thrusting again, taking you by surprise. you immediately threw your head back as your eyes rolled to back of your head and your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders

you pushed your legs further apart and close to your chest as you felt your toes curl. you felt a hot pooling feeling in your abdomen as your walls started to clench around his girth. "gonna cum- please Sir let me cum" you whimpered out seeking permission to cum.

cum, my little whore he moaned and released his cum with you in a mating press, breeding you like a slut, you too released your cum at the feeling of being filled up by his warm seed. "good girl, such a well behaved angel for sir" he praised you.

[inamagicalhallucination]

who knows when ill finish this artist!atsushixmuse!akutagawa fic but here's the background kunichuuzai in three parts

1.

pathetic wet cat (dazai): so~ whats up???

cat being yelled at (atsushi): wut makes u think somethings up

pathetic wet cat: atsushi kun

cat being yelled at: okay fine

cat being yelled at: u know ur friend? the red head– not oda-san. hte one witht eh hat

pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi waited. The typing… did not go away. He waited more. And yet, Dazai-san was still typing. He sighed, leaving the chat to see if he’d missed a notification from an unknown number. He hadn’t.

He pulled up his chat with Dazai-san again. He was still typing.

cat being yelled at: dazai-san… 

pathetic wet cat: typing…

//

pathetic wet cat: that slug is NOT my friend and i am astonished disgusted and repulsed that u could betray me by suggesting that atsushi kun. why r u even asking? u should keep away fromt he slug. In fact we should get a restraining order before his slug germs infect u. Also his hat is ugly and stupid. And he’s short and weird and you should stay away from short and weird ppl.

cat being yelled at: oh

cat being yelled at: kay?

cat being yelled at: um i just needed a model to draw

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG?????????????/

cat being yelled at: well it ws the first person i thoguht of!!! I mean i asked someone else but idk if thatll come through so i wanted to have a back up

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG???????

cat being yelled at: well sure. hes pretty

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI NO

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI HOW COULD U BETRAY ME LIKE THIS. 

pathetic wet cat: MY OWN FELSH AND BLOOD

pathetic wet cat: CALLING THE UGLY DOG PRETTY??? 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE YUO TO A DOCTOR 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE U TO THERAPY pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi sighed. Then he pulled up his chat with Kunikida-san.

dead poets: kunikida-san!!

keating: What is it that you need, Atsushi?

dead poets: u know that red head with the hat??? dazai-san’s not-friend???

keating: Are you referring to Nakahara?

dead poets: i think so!!

keating: What do you need him for?

dead poets: i need a model for an art class!! I have someone else im asking but i wanted to have a back up!!

keating: I see.

keating: If your current model falls through, let me know immediately. I will reach out to Nakahara-san on your behalf.

dead poets: THANK YOU!!

Atsushi then checked back on Dazia-san.

pathetic wet cat: AND I HAVE EXPEIREICNED BETRAYAL BEFORE BUT TO THINK IT CAEM FRMO UYO!!

cat being yelled at: nvrmind dazai-san!!!!

///

2.

Atsushi took a sip of his tea. Maybe Junichiro was right. Maybe he needed to man up and ask Akutagawa out for real, other than holding out the hope that he’d just Know. And give Atsushi a preferably positive response on his own. He took another sip, sighing sadly. 

“I know my tea was perfect,” came a voice, “so whats up with you?”

Atsushi’s head snapped up. Soft red hair, gracefully falling over one shoulder, and brown-blue eyes met his. Atsushi blinked. The man blinked back.

“Na-nakahara-san?” Atsushi ventured. Nakahara-san grinned, pulling the seat across from Atsushi and sitting on it.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, “you’re that shitty mackerel's brat, huh?”

“Uh,” Atsushi thought back to if he knew any fish, “I don’t think so?”

“Really?” Now Nakahara looked confused. “Just the other day, that bandage wearing freak bombarded my phone with pictures of your art.”

“Wh-what?” Atsushi paused. Bandage wearing freak? “A-are you by any chance talking about Dazai-san?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Another pause. “He showed you my art?”

“Yeah.”

Atsushi felt his face heat up and couldn’t stop the smile spreading. He knew Dazai-san supported him; after all, Dazai-san had shown him nothing else. But still, to hear it like this.

He covered his face with his palms; still, showing his art like that…

Dazai-san was so embarrassing.

“O-oh.”

“So why are you moping around?”

“Oh-oh I wouldn’t wanna bore you.”

“Nah, I’m not bored,” Nakahara-san said. “In fact, Id be more bored if you didn’t say anything.” He looked around the cafe, “it’s a slow day.”

//

3.

“Sometimes,” Kunikida said, “you have to take a chance.”

“I don’t know,” Atsushi mumbled, feeling pathetic. “I tried. It didn’t work.”

“Try again,” Kunikida said. Like it was easy.

“Is it that easy?”

“No,” Kunikida-san replied, fixing his glasses. “It’s hard. Sometimes you don’t know what to say. Sometimes, you say everything you can, but the other person doesn’t know how to reply. Sometimes, it ends up working out but now you’re stuck with two morons who keep on stealing your blanket and shirts and act like they’re going through their third divorce. Except they are not. And you know this because you are currently engaged in a relationship with the two of them. Though you question your sanity and—”

“---uh,” Atsushi interrupted, lost, “what–what?”

Kunikida stopped, suddenly seemingly realizing he was going on a bit of a tangent. A very confusing tangent. He cleared his throat.

“Anyway,” he said, “the point is that’s it’s not easy. But it’s worht it.”

“Even if… he steals my shirts and makes me question my sanity?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” Kunikida replied.

“Um… right.”

“I’m serious,” Kunikida-san said. “It’s hard. Sometimes it’s overwhelming. But it’s worth it. Would it be worth it to you? That’s what you have to ask yourself. Imagine all the mildly annoying, downright infuriating moments. And then ask if it’s worth it.”

“This all feels very negative.”

“Maybe, but it works. Dazai’s a pain in the ass. Sometimes I daydream of throttling him,”

“Um…”

Kunikida continued as if Atsushi hadn’t madea  sound, “but in the end, that bastards mine. And I enjoy that.”

“Uh,”

“And Nakahara’s a real piece of work too. Honestly, I feel my sanity chip away slowly, day by day. But is it worth it? Yes.”

“Um, uh. Okay?”

[just-a-shrew]

my poor heart i just love torbek so much

like yeah, he’s a stinky gangly homeless guy.

but he’s OUR stinky gangly homeless guy

and he’s trying SO HARDDD while having to cope with SO MUCH and i just love him so much omg

possible spoilers up to ep 38 for once upon a witchlight. i don’t remember the exact episodes but that’s where im at so i might mention things up to then 🫡

right okay analysis time because it’s english class and i’m bored

when we first meet torbek at the carnival, he seems to be out of it. he’s just standing there, waiting to talk to mr light to apply for a job bc he’s TRYING to get money to get his life together because no matter what he keeps trying and i can’t help but respect him for that

but this guy. this stupid pathetic little man. he didn’t even realise the 8 days had already past, and he spent them all drunk and wandering around with Clementine.

so when we first see this we think “oh lol what a loser boy. he’s so pathetic wet cat, lol, stupid sad man.”

and that’s ACCURATE but!! BUT!!!!!!

we know that he has at least one alter, during the fight with agdon (idk how to spell) longscarf when he says: “You think I’m Torbek?!” and this was before witchlight was introduced into his system, fucking him up more, both mentally and physically, so what if it was one of his other alters that was wandering around the carnival, not him??

because from what we’ve seen, he has no memories of the carnival or the 8 days he’s already spent there, and he gets extremely distraught when (i forget who) mentions that the 8 days have already past, and he literally has 8 hours left to enjoy the carnival. like he gets super upset bc he can’t remember ANY of it or how he SPENT the time and it’s like that part of his life is just missing, gone, erased. LIKE. GUYS.

right okay so now what was supposed to be a silly bit actually has in depth meaning to it, making torbek a much more complicated character than he was originally portrayed to be. was this planned? who knows. but i love it either way.

and later we learn the reason for his constant drinking: to keep the voice(s) at bay in order to stay in control, essentially. so what if one of his alters was doing something similar? bc we know Torbek has done that/will do that, so i feel like it’s fair to assume one of the others might as well?

OKAY MOVING ON

GUYS NIGJT TIME

torbek is clearly uncomfortable when first putting on the bunny suit, but he does it anyway, bc all his “friends” (they’re not really friends yet at this point) are dressing up, and he doesn’t want to be left out.

i feel like this really fits his character. most of what he does is so he can get some kind of validation from others, or at least still be able to hang out with them.

we’ve seen multiple times that Torbek goes unnoticed, people will be surprised by him speaking and ask when he got there, and not believe him when he tells them he’s been there the whole time. He’s used to never being seen, and i think that’s one of the reasons he enjoyed guys might as much as he did, bc for once he wasn’t just in the shadows, for once he went just ignored, he was actually part of a group.

and, yeah, he might not be the best at all the carnival activities they did, but he still tried. everyone else was trying, and honestly Torbek is VERYYYY susceptible to peer pressure. he doesn’t want to disappoint them or do something wrong that’ll make them leave him, so he’ll do whatever he’s told to.

god i love him.

okay, so, then the whole experiments with the witchlight. upon meeting up with the group, Torbek tells them he thought about guys night all the time, and it’s what kept him going. i feel like this only proves HOW important that day was for him, and just shows HOW much fun he had. he was pushed out of his comfort zone, but not necessarily in a bad way.

i will ABSOLUTELY rant about Torbek more but i think i’ll end it here for now cause class is almost over

i love torbek <333333333

[lewishamiltoniluvu]

Matchday feels / Pablo Gavi

warnings- none, just fluff!

summary- after losing a game, pablo is thankful he still has you to hold the whole time.

a/n- hi im lina! this is my first time writing a one shot so please be kind and repost/ give me some feedback if you’ve enjoyed

ps- match spoken about is really made up, some parts true but mostly my creation so dont be like, “thats not how it happened!”

You had met Pablo when you were early on in uni. As uni student scrambling around place to place with messy hair and loungewear on, you had never expected to meet the Pablo Gavi. But you had, and he was smitten. He was grabbing the team’s coffee orders from a local café (as commanded to by pedri) when he accidentally picked up the lid of Fermin’s iced caramel macchiato haphazardly sloshing the contents of it onto a girl studying on her computer. That girl was you. You had been soaked, he instantly pulled off his hoodie, offering it to you, his undershirt coming up a bit in the process causing your eyes to linger. You took it and explained to him it wasn’t a problem and just an honest mistake. The rest was history.

Today, you were going to another one of his matches, and you knew it would be hard. It was El Clásico, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Real Madrid had been shaping themselves up to quite a team. You wished Pablo good luck by shooting him a quick text with a few hearts. You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make it to this game because of some exams for your major. You hadn’t told him when the exam got cancelled due to your professor landing tickets to El Clásico himself . You wanted to support him and surprise him and thought of no better way than putting on his jersey and tying your hair back in the loose braid he loved so much. You knew just him seeing you would motivate him for the game more. after Finishing up your hair, you laced up your nike blazers and tucked in his too big jersey a bit. You were ready for the game.

You arrived at Camp Nou a half hour before kick off. It was chilly, but nothing a barcelona scarf couldn’t fix. As you made your way up to your seat, you saw the other wags mingling among each other. As soon as Mikky saw you, she stopped her conversation and squealed. You two had been instant best friends, just those people you know click. She wrapped you in a tight hug before talking.

“you told me you couldn’t come today!” she exclaimed.

“Professors a fan, He got tickets, class was cancelled!” you explained

she smiled with a knowing look, and wrapped her arm around you.

Soon enough, the match started, excitement erupting from all over the stands. You were holding your breath, hoping, praying Barcelona would take home the win.

After taking an early lead, Real Madrid looked comfortable. Jude Bellingham had managed to get a goal in through the incredible wall that was ter Stegen. Mikky and you sighed deeply and yelled for your boys. After a missed shot by Vini Jr, ter Stegen made an incredible pass to Frenkie, who bolted up the field like a gazelle. He looked quick, saw Gavi open and passed him the ball in a brilliant cross. Gavi saw his opportunity and shot in the left corner of the goal, all the way in the back of the net. You and Mikky gripped each other and cheered as Frenkie and Gavi celebrated. Frenkie pointed up to you and Mikky while talking to Pablo and you saw his face light up. You were his cheerleader, always cheering for your darling boy. He made a heart and pointed up at you, his smile huge now. You were sure that tonight Gavi would be eager to tell you and everyone else all about that goal and how he saw you up there.

as the first half rushed by, nobody else scored. The referee blew the whistle for halftime and the whole team was ecstatic. They were tied, but Gavi’s goal had given them hope.

As the boys poured out of the tunnel ready for kickoff of the second half, you noticed gavi take a seat on the bench. ‘nooo!’ you wanted to scream, but you knew Xavi knew better and had a bigger plan.

But no, as the minutes ticked by, no plan came. Defense was getting tired and offense was lacking opportunities. Real madrid was definitely taking advantage of this rushing not one, not two, but three goals into the back of the net. You sighed. Watching Gavi fidget on the bench didnt help you, and you doubted Mikky felt any ounce better with Frenkie being benched a few minutes ago either.

As the referee blew his final whistle, you sighed. A 4-1 loss was heavy. Especially for Barcelona. Mikky and you waited patiently for your respective boyfriends before saying goodbye. The ride home with Pablo wasn’t unpleasant. He held your hand and you two often felt comfort in the silence. You wanted to offer comfort and tell him he played amazing. You knew that would only make him feel worse. You opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside with you.

“Pablito,” you start, and are engulfed by a quietly breathing Pablo who rocks back and forth like that with you for a few minutes.

You nod, understanding the need for silence and comfort and continue the long tight hug. You tilt your head up to leave a few kisses on his neck and jawline. He meets your lips in a long passionate one. Once you pull away, he wraps you up in his arms again.

“Thank You,” He mumbles against your forehead before kissing it briefly. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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