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Buster & Rio Pt.4

Buster: [you know he’s gonna go like the gentleman he is and that he doesn’t need to ask because he’d been watching her all night since the second he walked in mcvickers’ pub door so knows what she likes and will shamelessly buy her the most expensive version of her fave because he is that bitch being all ‘they’re on me’ about it cos not gonna let her buy a single drink the entire time actually]

Rio: [‘I can get the next round’ like excuse me, I wanted to but we’re only that non-mad level of hey about it ‘I never buy drinks’ like if anything the world is owed so many on me]

Buster: [‘and you’re not starting now’ as he bowls off to get these drinks like no no]

Rio: [be here shaking your head like oh you]

Buster: [just be staring at her while it takes forever and a day to get served because how busy it would be in there makes me feel anxious]

Rio: you have really intense eyes, you know

Buster: The drugs are too long gone to blame

Rio: it’s just you

Buster: I’ll take it over nice

Rio: it’s a compliment, obviously

Rio: piercing just feels like the sort of word they only use in romance novels

Buster: I’d have to take your word for that, or be lying if I said I’d read any romance novels

Rio: 😏

Rio: only if it’s on your syllabus right now, I’m sure

Buster: yeah, and for better or worse, they definitely aren’t

Rio: I’ll read one to you when your head is done in by what is

Buster: A promise or a threat?

Rio: I guess we won’t find out how you feel about them ‘til we start

Buster: already knowing how I feel about your voice takes some of the guesswork out of it though

Rio: probably meant to be in your voice

Buster: What do you mean?

Rio: the Prince Charming of it all, Hugh Grant

Buster: too predictable and tired

Rio: alright, I won’t set you a reading assignment back 🤪

Buster: There are better tasks you could set me

Rio: tempting thought

Buster: you’re welcome for it then

Rio: got to keep entertained somehow whilst we wait

Buster: Almost sounds like a dare

Rio: I’m up for the challenge if you are

Rio: the crowd I’m swamped by rn is so boring

Buster: of course I am

Rio: that’ll be why I like you best

Buster: The question is, do you want to dare first or be dared?

Rio: dare me

Buster: [we’re gonna have to say he does and it’s scandalous but she obvs does it because my googling and brain have both let me down but y’all would slay]

Rio: fuck, okay

Rio: [however long it would take you to do that and prove it etc]

Rio: 😇😇😇

Buster: Dare me, we’ll see how 😇 you actually are

Rio: alright, I’ve thought of a good one

Rio: tell someone at the bar that you fucked your cousin today

Buster: okay, come here so you’re in earshot

Rio: [do that, at least you’re tiny, snekk through these hoards of people casually]

Buster: [do that because my boo isn’t a flop and actually thought of something, and I’m gonna say either the bar person or someone else gives you a shot thinking it’s bants so you can give that to her]

Rio: [do that feeling like such a spy like haha you have no idea, random person]

Buster: You earned that for combining a dare and a truth

Rio: I’m good at games, you can’t have forgotten

Buster: I remember

Rio: you can tell me I’m 😇 now

Buster: [pulling her even closer to him through however many peeps necessary, excuse us, I have to do a hot move, so he can fully whisper in her ear just to be the most extra about it ‘you’re my angel, you can’t have forgotten either’]

Rio: [doing a shiver because we have not honey, shaking our head ‘never’]

Buster: [we all know it’s not a cold shiver but putting his arms around her anyway, just to be even closer ‘don’t’ because seriously never forget thank you]

Rio: [leaning into him like yes hug me ‘I promise’]

Buster: [hugging and kissing her in this little queue for drinks, no fucks given]

Rio: [‘I missed you’ as if you lasted any time at all]

Buster: [‘because you’re a good girl’ like yes of course you did]

Rio: [‘because you’re so…’ looking him up and down like you’re trying to think of an appropriate word for how missable he is ‘daddy’]

Buster: [gotta kiss her harder because he loves hearing that]

Rio: [making him hold you for a sec ‘cos you need to, making happy noises]

Buster: [and you’ll probably be able to get your drinks not long after that because the kind of charmed night you’re having and charmed life he leads in general so everyone will be thrilled about y’all leaving this queue]

Rio: [get out the way lads, and drink some of this drink instead of just making out, as is the temptation to do at all times]

Buster: [drink some of your fancy drinks and maybe you’ll calm down, my boo say]

Rio: [you absolutely won’t but we must at least not totally abandon them after the time and effort to get lol]

Buster: [there’s no calming down remotely until he’s at the airport but yeah, take a sec here]

Rio: [check in on all your siblings to make sure everyone is behaving even though it makes you sigh ‘cos real life]

Buster: [put an arm round her again but this time in a genuinely trying to be comforting manner because that sigh which you can easily guess the reason for]

Rio: [shaking it off metaphorically and literally like no, fuck that, can’t waste time]

Buster: [in the spirit of that, down what’s left of your drink and get her to do the same and go do some more grooving]

Rio: [you know none of the songs will be close to slow so do the most getting hot and sweaty]

Buster: [it’s been a minute since the initial dirty dancing that started all this, love that we’ve come back around]

Rio: [go us, if you want we can skip to when you have to start leaving ‘cos we know the vibe here]

Buster: [my boo says drinking and dancing is what’s up, but we absolutely can skip you’re so right, cos that’s gonna be the drama]

Rio: [just a thought lol ‘cos you’re probably just calling a car straight from this club so good luck saying this goodbye]

Buster: [I wonder what time clerbs shut on st paddy’s, something I have no clue about]

Rio: [me either, I’m just assuming they could stay open later but who actually knows]

Buster: [even if it’s poetic licence I agree that him leaving straight from there is a whole mood, and I am gonna be a massive cliche and say that he takes his jumper back but gives her his watch, which will be as adorably big on her, with the energy of counting down til Easter, soz again we are cockblocking you, love how cinematic it would be that he’s putting his jumper back on and she’s lowkey sad about it but then he puts his watch on her wrist, which he has been grabbing all night, though]

Rio: [it’s a cliche but a glorious one and yes v cinematic girl, unable to help our very real 🥺 about it, hugging you the tightest we are capable of]

Buster: [nbd just giving her his rolex like it’s nothing, sir ILY but you are ridiculous]

Rio: [thank god we know she’ll look after it lmao]

Buster: [his fam gonna think he’s been mugged lol, but he cares not and he’s just hugging her back and saying ‘I’ll see you soon’ from within it because a promise even though it ends up taking y’all longer to see each other again than you think rn]

Rio: [also your fam like where did you get that but that’s not an issue for now, excuse us we’re having emotions, just kiss him in response like it’ll be a million years regardless]

Buster: [they simply DON’T care about that soz baze and cali fams but they’re too in love atm keep your questions to yourselves, all they are bothered about is having this epic goodbye kiss and keeping it going to the literal last possible second and I do mean seriously until he’s getting in this car, don’t @ us]

Rio: [just annoying this driver by lowkey getting into this car to continue until you’re really forced to stop by time and said driver like hello ‘I’ll be waiting’ as you finally untangle yourself]

Buster: [sorry to that man, but I’m sure he’ll tip you to make up for it, sir, so you’ll be fine ‘Good’ with ALL the feeling ever that you can put into a single word]

Rio: [clearly you’re already like an exclusive and pricey driver or you’d never find one on this day at this short notice so you’ll be fine lmao, just shut this door for him and start waving like you’re not gutted]

Buster: [dramatically staring out of this car window at her until he can’t see her anymore is the only acceptable move because likewise trying and failing not to be and seem devastated lol]

Rio: [don’t know where the hell you’re going to go now and how you’re remotely going to start to process that]

Buster: [honestly, he has a flight to catch but she’s just been left there with nothing but a rolex and her feelings]

Rio: [like on the one hand, being alone would mean you could think about it but you might want to distract yourself so going to a friends is best of both but then if you fully wanted to distract yourself you could go back to the fam but I really don’t know at this point and probably neither do you so]

Buster: [lowkey wandering the streets but on her own this time, reliving it all, again how cinematic]

Rio: Will you tell me when you get back to London

Buster: Yeah, unless you’d rather I didn’t

Rio: why would I rather that

Buster: because it ends things, for now, at least

Rio: you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want, I just wanna know

Buster: I’ll tell you, I said so

Rio: okay

Buster: It will be, you know

Rio: ‘course it will, there’s no reason why not

Buster: [telling her what time he’s due back so she can check this rolex like hang in there sis]

Rio: be home before you know it

Buster: Back to my real life

Rio: right, only a holiday here and for the night

Buster: exactly

Rio: probably take me longer to get back

Buster: Walking, in those shoes, we can call it a definite, babe

Rio: pisstake 😏

Buster: I’ve spoilt you and you’re out of practice even walking at all

Rio: Yeah you have

Buster: if you’re waiting for an apology you’ll be waiting longer than the easter hols, I’m not sorry

Rio: I’m only sorry it’s over, don’t get it twisted

Buster: It isn’t over yet, London marks the end

Rio: so talk to me

Buster: You don’t need to dare me to

Rio: The driver wasn’t that scary

Buster: Fear’s a motivator regardless

Rio: not necessarily one I aim to inspire though

Buster: you inspire the other

Rio: yeah?

Buster: tonight proved it

Rio: Agreed, definitely weren’t scared

Buster: Relying on a John Lennon quote as the basis for anything, though, is hardly the move

Rio: other % of your heritage being celebrated, like

Buster: playing fair isn’t always totally redundant, it has its place

Rio: If it’s fair to us, sure

Buster: it was complimentary to you, so

Rio: I know you can do better than that

Buster: You don’t like inspiring?

Rio: Hmm

Rio: 6/10, could be more if proven

Buster: noted

Buster: I’ll prove it using the pics of you, first chance I get

Rio: 😋

Rio: okay, that works

Buster: your underwear will too, very well

Rio: you were right, you needed them much more than I did

Buster: I’m rarely wrong, I did tell you

Rio: It might take a bit longer for me to get used to just how right you are

Buster: Truthfully, I can’t get used to having them in my pocket, it’s really distracting

Rio: I bet your hand is on them right now

Buster: one of them, it’s a secret where the other hand is

Rio: from the driver but from me?

Buster: you can guess, you’re a lot smarter than he is

Rio: I can imagine, almost well enough to feel it myself

Buster: like I said, smart in the Scouse sense

Rio: I just look like I’m really worried what time it is

Buster: Or really worried about wearing a watch like that as a girl all alone

Rio: being this naked felt smarter when you were here too

Buster: I’m going to have to teach you how to keep yourself safe when I’m not there

Rio: I know how to talk to people, it’s not gonna get nicked

Buster: I’m not worried about it, and I won’t be about you when you know what to do when talking isn’t working

Rio: Don’t worry about me, I’ll be at the pub before long

Buster: tonight, but I’m not back until [whatever date Easter is, soz once again babe lol]

Buster: I’ll make the lessons fun, you don’t need to worry it’ll be boring

Rio: I’m not worried about that

Rio: you’re meant to be remembering what’s good about me though, not thinking about my literal shortcomings

Buster: It isn’t a negative

Rio: that I can’t take care of myself?

Buster: that I get to show you how to

Rio: that has appeal, definitely

Buster: Or that you’re such a tiny little baby

Rio: being totally dependent on you was so good

Buster: it won’t be long before I’m not gonna be in London any more and you can be all the time

Rio: You know how much I need you to look after me

Buster: And we both know I’m the only one who can do it right

Rio: you’re the only one I trust

Rio: others have tried

Buster: but try is all they can do, never succeed the way I have

Rio: it’s never been anything like how it was with you

Buster: Because you’re mine, for me

Rio: like I was made for you

Buster: we fit together like that, I told you how into it I was

Rio: you like how small I am as much as I like how big you are

Buster: Like isn’t the word

Rio: it’s an obsession, I can’t stop thinking about it

Buster: Yeah, it is

Rio: I’ll be sick in the head if it means I can have you

Buster: I can’t stop touching myself right now

Rio: you have to, you’ll be so bored otherwise

Buster: you’ve got me feeling the strongest urge to

Rio: you can do whatever you want, you’re paying top dollar

Buster: What do you want me to do?

Rio: just keep thinking about your tiny little baby and touching yourself

Buster: You’re all I can think about

Rio: Good

Rio: you aren’t allowed to forget about me

Buster: Don’t let me

Rio: I can annoy you constantly

Buster: No, it’d only be annoying from someone else

Rio: you want all my attention

Buster: Why would I accept any less?

Rio: I’m obsessed with you, if you want it, you can have everything, you know that

Buster: All or nothing, you know that

Buster: give me fucking everything

Rio: It's already yours, I am

Buster: I’m yours, so completely

Rio: Buster

Buster: Rio

Rio: keep me forever

Buster: if you could fit in my pocket too I’d take you out and have you wrapped around me like this underwear is

Rio: you need me that close, that often

Rio: you need looking after too

Buster: yeah

Rio: give them back at easter so I can wear them, feel how many loads you had to blow into them

Buster: You’re on

Rio: that makes me happy

Buster: you make me

Buster: Jesus, this feels so good and you’re not even here

Rio: How are you staying quiet?

Rio: it’s so loud when I walk

Buster: I’m not

Rio: that’s so sexy

Buster: Stop walking, sit down and show me how happy you are

Rio: [do that despite the fact you’re still just in the street somewhere because simply must]

Buster: oh god, now taste yourself for me

Rio: [video for that]

Rio: you miss how it tastes

Buster: I really do

Rio: I do taste good but I like it better when you can taste me for yourself

Buster: you’re my favourite taste, you know that

Rio: if you don’t remember how much I love your cum, you’ll have to look at the photos

Buster: I haven’t been able to close them

Rio: I’ll send you new ones every day

Buster: I’ll book you a flight as soon I can

Rio: you will?

Buster: I need you in the same city as I am, as much as possible

Rio: I love you, you know

Buster: Fuck, don’t say it if you don’t

Rio: I’m not

Buster: then say it again, please

Rio: I love you

Buster: It’s too late to show you what that just did to me

Rio: I wanted to say it when you were still here but I was too scared to

Buster: I can protect you whatever happens, scared is for other people

Rio: I’ve said it now, I couldn’t take it back if I wanted

Rio: did you manage not to make a mess, as I’m not there to clean it up for you

Buster: That’s not true, I wouldn’t hold what’s said in the heat of the moment, or when we’ve both had as many drinks as we have, against you

Buster: wrong twin, you can take it back, or anything else, if you want to

Rio: do you want me to?

Buster: I’m giving you the option, I didn’t say it

Rio: alright

Buster: you know it is

Rio: obviously I can do what I want

Buster: Yeah, that’s been the entire point of tonight

Rio: I don’t know if point is the right word

Buster: doing what we both want has been the most important thing, how could it not be the right word?

Rio: I dunno, wasn’t like there was a game plan or something

Rio: It was unavoidable, bound to happen

Buster: I’m obviously not suggesting either of us planned this

Rio: No

Buster: of course not

Rio: be mad to

Buster: and another case of mistaken identity

Rio: awkward at this point

Buster: awkward definitely wouldn’t be the word

Rio: closer to mortifying

Buster: As is the fact she’s getting yet another mention

Rio: I didn’t bring it up as a 💭

Buster: no, I did, and I was trying to make you feel better

Rio: Why? I’m good

Buster: Because I give a fuck and I wanted to make sure you were

Rio: You’re good, honestly, don’t worry

Buster: okay, Rio

Rio: Oi, why are you Rio’ing me like you don’t believe me?

Buster: Why would I believe you?

Buster: we barely know each other, which is why you were scared to tell me you love me in person and why I was giving you an opportunity to act like you hadn’t said it once you did

Rio: I don’t care, we’re still family

Buster: Don’t, that’s so distracting

Rio: You can’t deny that, it’s facts

Rio: no matter what else

Buster: I know, I’m not denying it, or you

Rio: Then let it be distracting, let me

Buster: What are you asking my permission to do, baby?

Rio: Let me turn you on

Buster: I can’t stop you, remember, everything you do is a turn on

Buster: and I don’t want to, that’s a proven fact in itself now

Rio: You like it, I like it, there’s no reason to fight that, whatever words you put to it

Rio: You want me

Buster: It’s a fight I’m well aware I’d lose, and that isn’t a position I’d ever willingly put myself in

Rio: it isn’t one I’m interested in putting you in either

Buster: we’re left with plenty of others

Rio: my current options are slightly limited but you’re still right

Rio: pretty quiet here… should’ve found this spot earlier

Buster: Mine too, but I can be quieter myself this time

Rio: Do you have to?

Rio: your driver has such bad taste to not want to hear more

Buster: If you wanna hear me, I’ll let you

Rio: You’re the best

Rio: but it’s cute, imagining you trying to keep quiet

Buster: I am, so don’t underestimate me, babe

Rio: Doesn’t sound like me, babe

Buster: at least I know you haven’t been robbed yet, it’s still very much you I’m talking to

Rio: I can take care of myself a 🤏

Rio: just prefer it when I don’t have to

Buster: Completely helpless would be a turn off, there are already too many girls like that in my circles

Rio: I’m familiar

Buster: my sister talks about it enough without me bringing it up as well

Rio: I’ve met a few of them, had my own friends like it before

Rio: it’s usually a grift anyway, stupider or kind guys will fall for it ‘til they learn better

Buster: I don’t doubt for your friends it is, mine actually need a nanny along with the rest of their staff until they’re 21

Rio: 🙄

Buster: yeah

Rio: well, must be nice to be able to afford to

Buster: Everything has its pros and cons

Buster: but I’d personally rather see my parents more than a couple of times a year

Rio: Obviously, everyone knows how fucked up posh kids can be

Rio: just a different look on how fucked up really poor kids can be too

Buster: Living in extremes leads to behaviour that is

Rio: and suburban middle class kids are bored, everyone has their shit

Buster: and their excuses ready

Rio: Valid or otherwise

Buster: I don’t think there is any valid justification for shitty behaviour, or that anyone should be given further encouragement to push blame around

Rio: Sure but there’s exceptions

Buster: that’s such a polite way to disagree

Rio: I don’t gain anything by judging anyone

Rio: have to make sure you’re perfect before you start that

Buster: Well, you are perfect, take the moral high ground as often as you like

Rio: That was smooth

Buster: it’s a fact

Rio: Did your parents have to get the earliest flight possible

Buster: They didn’t know I’d have a reason to want to stay this badly

Rio: True, can’t exactly bring it up for a reschedule either

Buster: No, but I could’ve brought you to the airport with me

Buster: I’m an idiot for not taking full advantage of this driver

Rio: Oh

Rio: why didn’t we think of that before now 🥺

Rio: I’m stupid for getting out the car

Buster: We weren’t thinking clearly

Rio: Impossible to

Buster: I forgive you for not being here, it’d be as impossible not to when I still can’t stop thinking about everything we did while I was there

Rio: I’d know you were lying if you tried to say otherwise

Buster: You’ve always been able to tell

Rio: maybe I just pay close attention to you

Buster: there’s no maybe

Rio: not now

Rio: no plausible deniability with you, at least

Buster: Oh, do you think it’s plausible to pretend there was ever a maybe?

Rio: Oi, that’s nothing to do with me, you just think everyone is always looking at you 😏

Buster: As I’m not totally oblivious, I notice the people who definitely are

Rio: It’s definitely now, is it?

Buster: you chose maybe, I didn’t

Rio: You know how I think about you, and how often

Buster: Remind me

Rio: I think that looking at you has always been enough to turn me on

Rio: for as long as I can remember

Rio: which could be very inconvenient considering but I never minded

Buster: [Tell her about how turned on you were the last time you saw her and have a lil reminisce, I won’t commit y’all cos we might wanna do it at some point as there’d obvs be a vibe if not also a full moment ™️ to end up here, I think it would’ve been Christmas, even if you bailed before nye to party with your flop friends, correct me if I’m wrong]

Rio: [I think it would deffo be Christmas, nothing else is big enough bar NYE and like you said, you’d both be with friends for that more likely]

Rio: You looked even better than the last time I saw you, I don’t know how it’s always possible for you to best yourself but 😾

Buster: I could say the same about you and managing to wear my jumper so well though

Rio: Almost as well as I’m wearing your watch now

Buster: and you will the lingerie when that arrives

Rio: you’ll be the first to know

Buster: It’ll soften the blow of returning home

Rio: Distracting you from your studies sounds more interesting than my own

Buster: Being distracted sounds too tempting not to allow

Rio: You have to play too, you’ve heard the saying

Buster: but it’s undeniably almost as tempting to see what you’ll do if I ignored you again

Rio: Well that’s just mean

Buster: Come on, play along

Rio: maybe I will when you actually ignore me

Rio: risk you have to take, isn’t it

Buster: you’ve heard the saying, no risk, no reward

Rio: 🤞 babe

Buster: Wishing me luck implies you think I’ll need it, a belief I can’t and don’t share

Rio: 😏

Buster: How did you know that’s what my face looks like right now?

Rio: I got a pretty good look

Rio: not just across crowded rooms, like

Buster: Pretty good?

Buster: that isn’t good enough

Buster: [obvs sending her a pic like hey]

Rio: 😍😍😍

Rio: I can’t handle you

Buster: Not true, you’re the only girl who can

Rio: You ain’t gonna wish that weren’t true any time soon

Buster: I know

Rio: just like you’re not REALLY going to want to ignore me

Rio: right, daddy?

Buster: I included the almost for a reason, baby

Rio: 🥰

Rio: the walk back feels longer

Buster: The drive to the airport is too short though

Rio: what you get for paying for a decent service

Rio: I’ll miss having you all to myself

Buster: I already miss you

Rio: It’s weird, I couldn’t miss you before

Rio: who knows when we’d see each other again

Buster: Christmas was the only real certainty

Buster: and we couldn’t tell each other how much we did, if or when

Rio: definite risk, no idea on the reward, yeah

Buster: Some idea, still a foolish amount of risk

Rio: Not as much idea as you’d like

Buster: unfortunately

Rio: it’s different now

Buster: and we aren’t really gonna go back, I was just playing about ignoring you

Rio: You know I wouldn’t let you for long

Rio: only long enough to be fun

Buster: I know there are so many other ways we can have fun

Rio: I know you do, even if I wasn’t totally certain before tonight

Buster: Weren’t you?

Rio: Not saying I thought you were boring or anything

Buster: What are you saying?

Rio: Just that I didn’t know how fun you were, obviously

Buster: We both outdid ourselves tonight

Rio: agreed

Rio: No need to hold back now

Buster: agreed

Rio: so you can talk to me a bit when you’re on the plane, right?

Buster: Yeah, of course

Rio: 🥰 thank God

Buster: You should be thanking me

Rio: I intend to

Buster: yeah?

Rio: you don’t remember how I worshipped you?

Rio: that won’t do

Buster: I haven’t forgotten, that wouldn’t do either

Rio: I’ll still remind you

Buster: good

Rio: soon, don’t want any random thinking it’s for them

Buster: Where are you?

Rio: nearly at [the location of the party]

Buster: Well then I wouldn’t worry, nobody left there is gonna be capable of forming a coherent thought

Rio: That’s true for the whole town, I reckon 😏

Buster: except for us

Rio: You’re worth being sober for

Buster: Nobody has ever told me that before

Rio: Sounds like they’ve got a problem then

Buster: A drinking problem?

Buster: true for my whole town

Rio: If anything gets in the way of feeling good, what’s the point

Buster: It’s a pointless postcode which I don’t belong in

Rio: Couldn’t agree more, obviously 😋

Buster: You’re biased, about Trinity’s location and me

Rio: Me? 😇

Rio: not at all buzzing how long it’ll take you to be properly qualified either

Buster: absolutely not

Rio: You’ll like Trinity

Buster: [tell her the uni stats etc cos idk but you would before you accepted that offer]

Rio: I meant the atmosphere but that’ll undoubtedly help

Buster: Oh, I’m sure I’ll love the atmosphere

Rio: You’re adorable

Buster: Me?

Rio: Very

Rio: and I’m not just saying that because I’ve got here and everyone is, as predicted, a total state

Buster: or because I’d have insane FOMO if you don’t

Rio: you know damn well you’re the only person I actually want to be with right now

Buster: I feel the exact same, you know

Rio: I’m gonna go sit on the kitchen floor and think about you

Buster: You’re full of the best ideas

Rio: [pics to show as much]

Rio: feeling like the best/worst idea and I’d rather go with your analysis so

Buster: The choices we’ve made shows our judgement has been impeccable

Rio: I can’t even remember how it happened but I couldn’t be happier it did, conscious choice or otherwise

Buster: It happened because I’m full of the best ideas too

Rio: okay, so tell me what I should do now

Buster: That depends on which of the kitchen floor moments were your favourite

Rio: How can I pick when it was all perfect 🥴

Buster: think really hard

Rio: I can only think about how your cum should be all over my face still

Buster: Look at the pics again

Rio: Fuck, okay

Buster: it was you that was perfect, don’t forget it

Rio: I can tell you think it, just looking at these pictures you took

Buster: Everybody thinks it, I just acted on the thought before any of them did

Rio: I only want you

Rio: you treat me right

Buster: How else can I expect to keep you?

Rio: I’m yours for a reason

Buster: and you’ll stay mine for a reason

Rio: when you rub my feet…

Buster: I should be, you’ve walked so far

Rio: it aches

Buster: my poor baby

Rio: I really, really need you to look after me

Buster: Without me to take care of you, you’re never gonna feel better

Rio: I can’t do anything right now I’m so overwhelmed

Buster: [this boy just sending her a v extra and ‘comforting’ voice note as if this driver doesn’t exist]

Rio: your voice is so sexy, you haven’t talked to me enough

Buster: [obvs gonna call her, again as if both of y’all are alone when you absolutely are not]

Rio: [just answering with 🥺 noises as if you’re incapable of anything more rn]

Buster: [giving even more comforting noises back because of course]

Rio: [‘Buster, I seriously miss you’ as if you were thinking we were playing like no, you gotta know]

Buster: [saying her name with ridiculous amounts of !! because hard same in case she didn’t know lol]

Rio: [just moaning in response to this ‘I want you back’ again like its not so obvious already]

Buster: [‘I want you here’ likewise as obvious and also totally impractical for her to be in this car rn, the poor driver is having to deal with enough but anyway]

Rio: [‘if I was there-’ with the oh the things I would do not needing to be said]

Buster: [I don’t need to be going into the graphic detail he is about the things he’d be doing if she was, we know damn well and Clove is barely letting me type rn as it is]

Rio: [being blatant about how this has made us feel and what we’re having to do about it]

Buster: [it’s clearly mutual despite Clove saying no saucy antics]

Rio: [‘I don’t even care how embarrassing it would be if anyone walked in on me’ ‘cos clearly]

Buster: [add to the number of approx peeps who have witnessed y’all being feral as if someone had, being like ‘[such and such] isn’t an embarrassing number’ because we all know y’all are about it]

Rio: [‘but I’m alone this time’ like isn’t that what would make it cringe, even though we actually don’t think it is]

Buster: [‘No you aren’t’ because really trying to do the most to make it like y’all are together rn]

Rio: [make happy noises about it]

Buster: [in the spirit of what she said about getting walked in on and not caring, tell her about this poor driver’s reactions to y’all being feral as per]

Rio: [‘tell him I’m sorry’ in the least sorry voice of all time tbh]

Buster: [‘I’ll tell him to make a detour and pick you up’ just saying we don’t care if we miss our flight as if baze wouldn’t be like um wtf son]

Rio: [‘you know I’d love that’ because obviously we don’t think it’s going to happen]

Buster: [I simply can’t let it happen sir, this is night 1 there will be plenty of time for things like that, calm down lol ‘I know you love me’ because he was into it sis, however much he tried to be like you can take it back if you want lol lol]

Rio: [‘yeah’ like you’re so nonchalant and there’s no part of you freaking out over how he feels that you said that ‘you don’t want me to get married’]

Buster: [‘you don’t want to marry somebody else’ just hardcore saying she does wanna marry you there, bighead, where’s the lie but you didn’t have to say it atm]

Rio: [you can’t really clapback like yes I do because who so just making a noise like the cheek]

Buster: [‘you belong to and with me’ like that’s case closed]

Rio: [when that shamelessly turns you on to a ridiculous degree ‘alright, come pick me up’ like you must]

Buster: [‘What do you have to say first?’ do we mean please or ILY or both, shan’t elaborate]

Rio: [going with neither and parroting ‘I belong to and with you’ like it’s a contract]

Buster: [this nerd being so turned on about it, I have to lol, being loud like that’s remotely acceptable]

Rio: [‘it’s not right that I’m not there’ as if there’s anything y’all can do about it ‘you wanna spend more time with me, don’t you?’]

Buster: [‘yeah’ but there’s nothing nonchalant about it, it’s obvs indecent and he’s also obvs going into yet more graphic detail about how that time would be spent]

Rio: [‘I swear that’s all I wanna do’ getting louder ourself because we’re so !!]

Buster: [‘You’re so good at promises’ because how she sounds just is sending him, he’s dying over here]

Rio: [‘you make it really easy to want to give you everything’ no lie, we’re on the same level here]

Buster: [‘You make it possible to offer you everything you could ever want without turning me into a liar’ because will give you everything, you’ll see, gal]

Rio: [just have to call him daddy because too compromised in all the ways]

Buster: [calling her baby in response because simply must but we all know he’s feral about the d word so that’s coming out sounding indecent af]

Rio: [‘keep me’ with all the sincerity and urgency like you cannot just leave this at this point, even though we know you all can’t, you’d obviously still be slightly concerned in the AM you might change your mind]

Buster: [‘it’s all I wanna do’ as !! ‘keep you feeling like this’ as if that makes it any less sincere or you can remotely pretend it’s just in a saucy manner]

Rio: [‘I will do anything for you’ so seriously like name it and it’s done lmao because we just wanna scream ILY at you at this point]

Buster: [‘say it’ because honey he wants to hear her scream ILY at him, can’t and won’t even pretend otherwise in this moment]

Rio: [we know what you mean and that gets to us like nothing else could so we are saying it but it’s amazing it comes out at all for how indecent a tone we are having to say it in]

Buster: [we all remember it making him cum the first time she said it so there’s no way it isn’t going to this time when she’s not only saying it again but being that extra about it, fully losing it in this car, soz to that man driving]

Rio: [which will in turn make you cum gal so excuse us, this party, we aren’t soz and it cannot be helped, here attempting to catch our breath]

Buster: [likewise so I love that you’re breathing together v dramatically on this phone lol, thank god he didn’t actually insist on the car being turned around cos how awks]

Rio: [gonna say you have to hang up this call to talk to someone who has walked in, whether they’re being like can u stop or flirty about it]

Buster: [both are realistic and feasible scenarios depending on the type of person strolling in, meanwhile this boy just sending her a pic of the mess he is in after all that, shamelessly and unrepentant]

Rio: 🤤

Rio: gimme

Buster: I swear I can feel your tongue on me

Rio: I wish I could taste you

Buster: I’ll do it for you

Rio: did I mention I fucking love you

Buster: [sending her a lil video of that moment for no reason except to be feral and so he can also react to the ILY because never over it]

Rio: I swear you aren’t real, you’re so perfect

Buster: Everything you could ever want, that’s what I said, and I’m a man of my word

Rio: How do you know exactly what I want though

Buster: because we’re soulmates, remember, I told you that too

Rio: how could I forget that

Buster: don’t

Rio: never ever

Buster: Rio

Rio: Yeah?

Buster: I’m basically at the airport

Rio: it’s okay

Buster: okay isn’t the word

Rio: no but I can’t say how gutted I am without sounding hysterical

Buster: I don’t know what to say and speechless for me might as well be hysterical

Rio: I won’t tell if you don’t

Buster: you can’t and neither can I

Rio: is that a good or a bad thing for you?

Buster: It’s a little jarring, given that this is the first thing in my life I won’t be bragging about after the fact, but I like having you as my secret more than I care about scoring points with people who are soon to be totally irrelevant

Rio: that’s logical

Rio: and you have so much else to brag about

Buster: exactly, why would I chalk it up to any kind of loss for staying between us when it’s actually the opposite

Rio: secrets are fun, if your friends didn’t suck so hard, you’d know

Buster: I can be myself with you, even if that’s bordering on hysterical

Rio: Not a word I’d choose but still, of course you can

Buster: it hasn’t been an of course before, with anyone else

Rio: People can be hard to trust

Rio: like you said, there’s security in this, neither of us can say anything without blowing our own shit up with it, and why would we do that

Buster: I don’t think you would betray my trust, under any circumstances, these are unusual but if they were more conventional and you had the option to, you still couldn’t

Buster: it isn’t who you are

Rio: I mean, yeah, I would never do that to you, I can’t imagine wanting to do that to hurt you for any reason

Rio: you wouldn’t do it either, we couldn’t have taken the risk if we really thought that was a possibility

Buster: That was never where the risk came from, no

Rio: we won’t get caught

Buster: I’ve done worse, you can rely on me

Rio: Fucking you whilst they were all in the building was so good, we can’t get caught because I need it again and again

Buster: We won’t

Buster: I had you up against the cellar door and nobody on the other side of it realised

Rio: I screamed your name so many times

Buster: I need that again and again

Rio: I don’t care who else is around then, or how close

Buster: I don’t give a fuck how close this airport is, all I can think about is making you scream

Rio: you’re so thoughtful, baby

Buster: you’re so important to me

Rio: your favourite

Buster: my girl

Rio: your soulmate

Buster: my perfect match

Rio: made for you

Buster: blood, like you said

Rio: you can fuck me forever, there’s no going anywhere, we’ll always be family

Buster: Jesus, I’ll miss my flight whilst waiting outside the airport if you don’t stop turning me on

Rio: I’ll try to behave, even though nothing about that really makes me want to

Buster: behaving could mean making me cum for the last time

Rio: protecting my reputation and halo like I’m not debating all the ways you can make me scream with our family there

Buster: You’re my angel, not theirs

Buster: and you know how badly I want to do every way

Rio: you like it as much as I do, that’s why you’re touching yourself again, just like I am

Buster: I love it

Rio: no one else should be able to touch me, not when you’re the one who’s always turned me on the most

Buster: they’re not anymore

Rio: you want me just for you, tell me

Buster: any cunt who lays a hand on you will lose the use of it and I’ll break their jaw if they even try to kiss you

Rio: I’m so in love with you

Rio: too bad I’ll never see it because I’m solely yours now

Buster: I can always go for eye sockets when they look, if you wanna see how I feel about you

Rio: I wanna see you fight, can I

Buster: I’d let you watch every single one, be in London all the time

Rio: move me in

Buster: fuck you in each room of the house

Rio: I want you to be thinking about me wherever you are

Buster: I already am

Rio: every room, yeah

Buster: You know I’m obsessed with you

Rio: you can be all I think about, keep this up

Buster: I could travel back to America or anywhere I’ve been before or have yet to go to and I’d still have thoughts of nothing else

Rio: I’m yours before I’m anything else, you know that was true the moment you touched me

Buster: You didn’t need to touch me to make me yours, I haven’t been anyone’s the way I am for you

Rio: Buster

Buster: none of it means a thing, I thought I wasn’t being real because it’s all too shallow for any depth of feeling, and that’s true, but it was also because I was waiting for you

Rio: there’s nothing fake or shallow about this

Rio: you have to fuck me forever to make up for the fact you had to ever wait

Buster: And I feel like I could love you for that alone, never mind the rest

Rio: I don’t need you to say it, you show it

Buster: words get twisted, I twist them, manipulate conversations however I like, whenever it suits me

Rio: you’re intentional, you said I can have everything I need, what more could I possibly ask for

Buster: Ask and it’s yours, it’s as simple as that

Rio: I know, daddy

Buster: We could have it all, I believe that would be as easy

Rio: you do?

Buster: don’t you?

Rio: I wanna

Buster: I’ll show you, the world was mine and now it’ll be ours

Rio: Okay, show me

Buster: I’ll put a ring on every finger, you couldn’t get married to some other cunt if you were desperate to

Rio: fuck, do it

Buster: you can have the first at Easter, I’ll bring it with me

Rio: you know why I want it, yeah

Rio: not because I’m a golddigger

Buster: You’ll be richer than me, babe, the content you’re gonna put out, I’m not worried about you being interested in my wallet

Rio: I’ll give you your share

Buster: I’ll earn it, or it isn’t my share at all

Rio: You know what I mean

Rio: only fair if you’re half of what they’re there to see

Buster: I know it won’t be hard work doing any of it with you

Rio: I should hope not!

Buster: You’re adorable

Rio: Yeah, I am

Buster: I’d do it for free but I’ll take my share and save for a house I seriously can move you into

Rio: 😍

Rio: If only

Buster: it’ll happen

Rio: but there’s no point moving me there now

Buster: I didn’t say I would, we can do loads better

Rio: I don’t mind coming to see you in halls

Buster: I should hope not, babe

Rio: 😏 just saying, probably the only way I’m experiencing it

Buster: There’s nothing stopping you going when you’ve achieved your other goals, you’re more than intelligent and hardworking enough

Rio: yeah well

Buster: I’m just saying, you could do it

Rio: I’d rather be distracted by you though

Buster: Well that’s easily arranged

Rio: go on then

Buster: [sending her the hotel booking confirmation he’s just done for where they said they wanted to stay at Easter, soz you won’t get to do it, huns]

Rio: I’m going to buy so many pretty things to wear for you

Rio: like now, too excited to wait

Buster: Good, it’ll keep you busy, I’ve got a flight to catch and I’d hate for you to think I’ve started ignoring you

Rio: Thanks for the warning, babe

Rio: I won’t go hysterical now 😘

Buster: [do go and do that sir so there’s obvs a pause here]

Buster: I like you hysterical

Rio: You missed it

Buster: I’ve missed you

Rio: [the number of days it is ‘til Easter] to go

Buster: You counted

Rio: I had time

Buster: How did shopping go?

Rio: I’ve made a start

Rio: but you aren’t getting any clues

Buster: Why not?

Rio: because it’s a surprise of course

Buster: but since you’ve only made a start there’ll be surprises left

Rio: 😖 rude when you know I can’t say no to you

Buster: It’d be both insulting and ridiculous if you wanted to say no to me

Rio: I don’t wanna

Rio: [send him some of the purchases you have made, you know the vibe, nothing practical]

Buster: I’m really proud of you

Rio: 😳 stop it

Buster: no, I am

Rio: you like what I chose for you, daddy?

Buster: very much

Rio: Good thing I know what you like

Buster: You’ve proved it and yourself

Rio: well, you have good taste

Buster: I know

Rio: Are you in the air yet?

Buster: [send her a pic of whatever part of the airport process you’re at idk cos I’m disabled and have to be there ages early and am also not rich, realistically I’m sure you’re on the plane already]

Rio: 🛫☁️💭🛬

Buster: Are you still in your friend’s kitchen?

Rio: Thereabouts, yeah, when I wanna go to sleep, I’ll probably go to the pub or somewhere, no point trying to get to mine

Buster: I don’t know whether to be impressed or offended that I haven’t tired you out yet

Rio: Be impressed, that works for me and you

Buster: Good answer

Rio: I like the idea of you being impressed with me

Buster: I have been for as long as I can remember

Rio: You know you’re impressive, so I don’t know what I can say for the same effect

Buster: Don’t you know you are?

Rio: I don’t think I am yet, not that it’ll never happen

Buster: You are, and you’re allowed to acknowledge it while striving for more, it’s the kind of attitude that’ll only help you get there

Rio: You’re a good motivator

Buster: I’m just stating a fact, you’re a business woman, at our age that’s impressive

Rio: I’ve barely started but thank you

Buster: nevertheless, you’ve started, instead of sitting around talking about what you might do

Rio: Talking is just that, we both know that

Buster: yeah, and most people are all talk

Rio: definitely

Rio: it’s hard to relate to my friends like that

Buster: I don’t relate to mine either

Rio: You’ll find them

Rio: school is just, the dickheads you live near, you know

Buster: absolutely, and it’s almost over

Rio: Thank God

Buster: We’re both ready to move on, plenty of those friends aren’t

Rio: it’s sad, how some people are already clinging on so tight before its even over

Buster: sad as in embarrassing, sure

Rio: A lot of people get lost in their 20s, as long as they sort it eventually, then we can say embarrassing not sad

Buster: As long as I don’t have to express sympathy toward or interest in said people during their 20s, they can waste their own time and opportunities however they want

Rio: Not the friends I had pictured for you, no 😏

Buster: I appreciate that, babe

Rio: I’m not that bitch, anymore than you would let me tell you what to do

Buster: I’m not opposed to you telling me what to do

Rio: oh yeah?

Buster: there’s a definite time and place for it

Rio: Interesting

Buster: Think about it

Rio: I am

Buster: What would you like me to do then?

Rio: Is now the time and place? 🤔

Buster: You’d rather wait until we’re together again?

Rio: On the one hand, yes, because there’s more I could have you do but on the other, maybe I’ll be too shy then

Buster: Well now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about how stunning you look when you’re blushing

Rio: [an adorable selfie]

Buster: I’m never gonna get over how fucking beautiful you are

Rio: It’s mutual

Rio: I keep looking at everything I have of you

Buster: Same, plus everything else you’ve posted, which is an unfair amount of content in my favour compared to what I’ve given you, and I would feel bad about if I didn’t already feel a completely different way

Rio: It is entirely unfair and if it wasn’t my only desire to make you feel that way I’m sure your feeling, I would insist you felt sorry for me right now

Buster: At least you can’t demand it by looking at me 🥺 because I honestly can’t resist when you do

Rio: that’s a really smart way to ask me to send you more and more photos

Rio: [do a 🥺 photoshoot]

Buster: You’ve given me such vivid flashbacks [and obvs he’s recounting every time during their feral antics that she’s made that face but I’m not gonna go back and re-read rn so I can list them lol]

Rio: Vivid is the word

Buster: and I’m so turned on right now that it’s bringing back the memory of how wet you were for my bulge and your reaction to the tip of me

Rio: I’m as wet as that from nothing but the memory now too

Rio: you have such a hold on me, you know

Buster: I wanna hear you

Rio: [send that voicenote]

Buster: Jesus

Rio: good thing you remembered headphones

Buster: True, but it’s a shame some passengers would notice me using your underwear as a gag

Rio: another reason to earn private flight sort of money if I ever heard one

Buster: And book a [huge number here because the whole point is they can hook up for ages uninterrupted whilst still ending up at a destination they’d wanna be at] hour flight to [the boujee destination that he knows from her socials she hasn’t been before and he obvs hasn’t either for that first]

Buster: [then just describing said holiday under the guise of all the saucy antics they are gonna do on this long af flight and at the hotel and every landmark cos that’s the mood y’all are in rn but we both know underneath that you’re not at all casually planning a romantic summer holiday cos it’s never just horny nonsense]

Rio: That would be perfect

Rio: you are

Rio: say we really can

Buster: Of course we can

Rio: and we can [add more sexual exploits you’ve somehow thought up]

Buster: [add some more of your own too, boy, you’re both extra bitches]

Rio: alright, lets do it

Rio: I can take a solo vacation, no one will be asking questions about that

Buster: We’ll have both earned it after acing our exams

Rio: I’m going to have to knuckle down

Rio: I haven’t always been that focused

Buster: You haven’t always had me rewarding you

Rio: exactly 😋

Rio: everything used to be more drama before this year too, when most of us realised none of that really matters, you know

Buster: Too many people have their priorities all wrong

Rio: you’re telling me

Buster: but I’d rather tell you more about mine and how right they are

Rio: I’m certainly not opposed

Buster: [make some more plans for y’all’s summer that I won’t commit you to rn cos we can decide when we get there lol]

Rio: it’s the first summer of the rest of our lives

Rio: full freedom

Buster: You know we don’t have to wait until summer to do whatever we want though, tonight was the beginning of that

Rio: ‘course but all we wanna do will be easier living in the same city

Buster: What do you wanna do first?

Rio: tonight, or when you live here?

Buster: Tell me both

Rio: I’ll tell you anything you wanna know

Rio: tonight I just want to keep going, not lose any of it, make sure it’s real

Rio: when you live here, I’ll have to take you out properly, show you what you’ve been missing out on, convince you how much you need me

Buster: Haven’t I convinced you yet how much I need you?

Rio: Never hurts to be doubly sure

Buster: I’ll do whatever it takes to make you as sure as you want

Rio: you know I’m sure too

Buster: yeah, I do

Rio: I told you

Buster: And you know you can tell me anything

Rio: Might take a while to get my head around but yeah, right back at you

Buster: A lot of what’s happened could have that effect if you let it

Rio: potentially

Rio: not going to change my mind though

Buster: good, don’t

Rio: we’re a bit past that

Buster: Ordinarily we would be, but like I said when you said you love me, all normal bets are off as it’s just me and you who can and do have any idea where we are and what we’re doing there

Rio: Well yeah, but we can’t just pretend to ourselves like it didn’t happen

Buster: We haven’t had that luxury for a long time

Rio: okay, true

Rio: I can promise you I have 0 desire to go back to how it was

Buster: I swear I have no desire to either

Rio: I believe you

Rio: you’re not an idiot

Buster: I believe you

Buster: you’ve obviously learnt from your previous terrible relationships

Rio: that’s not fair, I can’t judge you for your crap choices

Buster: I’m not judging you, I’m judging them, which you’re perfectly within your rights and welcome to do

Rio: only if I had time or inclination to go through your tagged pics

Buster: you don’t need to pretend you haven’t

Rio: Shh

Buster: we’re definitely past that, babe

Rio: anyway, not all my boyfriends have been shit

Buster: Bullshit

Rio: you’re hot when you’re jealous

Buster: I am, but there’s nothing to be jealous of where your ex boyfriends are concerned

Rio: 😏

Rio: maybe not now

Buster: not at any point

Rio: that’s just mean

Rio: they’d touched me and you hadn’t

Buster: I could’ve while you were with them though and they can’t now you’re with me

Rio: not just them

Buster: exactly

Rio: you said with you

Buster: I did

Rio: 🥰

Buster: [a pic that’s like the equivalent of that and v 😍 just because and also if you were making summer holiday plans for a while there I could realistically say you’re getting off this short af flight and it not just be blatantly just a we’re on page 29 shh move]

Rio: that was too fast

Buster: Remember what a short flight it is when you’re waiting for me to show up for Easter

Rio: Who knew you were so positive

Buster: You should know I’m in a good mood

Rio: I like to see it

Buster: and you like how much credit you can take for it

Rio: it helps

Buster: I’m glad because you’re gonna have to stay positive yourself while I’m heading home

Rio: I get it

Rio: no privacy in a car filled with your fam

Buster: I’ll talk to you soon, hold me to it

Rio: You will

Buster: yeah

Rio: talk soon then 🤎

Buster: Goodnight, Rio

Rio: Buster

Buster: I know

Rio: Sweet dreams then

Buster: you too, baby

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mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

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moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

jungjaeprince replied: 😂😂😂

10vely replied: @ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry

letswonwon commented:

whoop whoop

junguwu commented:

OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍

takoyaki_prince commented:

MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘

jisungpwark commented:

rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻

bigheadking replied: F ✊🏻😔

peachyangel replied: f 🥺🥺

yoitslucas replied: F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️

donutkillmyvibe replied: F 💔

morklyrawr replied: @ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????

officialgordonramsay commented:

didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?

apado_god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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okay so this fic was from Wattpad and I found it in my google docs so I’m just gonna upload it here for ya’ll lol. I didn’t tag, I wrote this a while ago let me know what ya’ll think!!!

Warnings: Smut.

With dancing, came immense concentration and a lot of cardio.

That was all okay for Damara. She wore her silk pressed hair back into a pony, simple Polo Ralph Lauren hat on to keep her edges slicked back, high waist thin grey leggings, all white cropped tank, and matching white Vans. Damara held onto the aluminum double bar Ballet barre, studying her glistening reflection within the wall mirrors that covered every single area from floor to ceiling.

Her chest rose and fell, right hand coming up to rub sweat off the tip of her nose. She had thirty minutes down, only twenty more to go. Being a pro dancer was fun when you posted tutorials on Instagram and YouTube, but when it came down to touring internationally and getting a chance to perform at Coachella, dance became a full time job.

Damara stares down at her version three iWatch, allowing herself to become consumed with the breathing app. She watched it expand with every breath, then declined whenever she exhaled. After her breathing returned to normal, Damara pulled up her iTunes playlist again, choosing to go sensual with a little bit of flash dance routine.

The instrumental to Kendrick Lamar- Love.

This song was always a warm up for her because it got her ‘in the mood’. She could feel the want and need behind the beat and his words. Damara snakes her hands up her frame, sliding slowly from the cuff of her ass, to her lower back, and lightly up and over her shoulders, forearms pressing into her large D cup breasts.

One thing is for sure, Damara could move her torso like Shakira, body rolling and ticking to the beat with perfect harmony. Doing a sudden spin on her tiptoes, Damara Lowers herself to the polished flooring, arching her back off of the surface with her legs spread into a V, before lifting her lower half off the ground to do a series of air kicks like she was back in an 80s workout video or like she was in Kanye West’s video for Fade instead of Teyana Taylor.

She turned over onto her hands, hitting a side to side split perfectly before lifting from the ground to walk seductive and tantalizing towards the middle of the dance studio.

That’s where it began, the sweatiest most bewitching dance yet. Her hands cascade everywhere, eyes closed to take in the beat with heightened hearing. Her hands rubbed along the outline of her pussy in a teasing manner. Damara was so shameless when it came to dancing provocatively. She twirled and made an S with her body like a snake, body in sync to the beat. The sultry look in her eyes could trap you like Medusa. You would think she danced to one of Prince's songs from the outside looking in.

The song came to an end, Damara lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it in the corner, picking up her gallon water bottle to take a huge sip. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling the burn in her curvy waistline from all the crunching and belly rolling that came with dancing. Her gluteal muscles were on fire as well, causing Damara to admire her ass in the mirror, sweat staining the crack of her ass over the fabric.

—

Finishing up, Damara grabs all her things before leaving the dance studio at the gym she finally snagged a membership for. The gym had two sections: one for premium guests who had VIP access to the soundproof workout rooms or standard. Sadly, Damara was standard. She always wanted to workout in the soundproof tinted glass rooms like all the extremely fit individuals did, but one look through those glasses at the equipment housed within would make you withdraw with fear. Her personal trainer had stressed for her to go VIP, bribing her with access to the ice bath room and luxury pool where you can watch the LA skyline like you’re in a hotel.

She made a left at the end of the hall, walking with her shirt and towel over her shoulder to the main gymnasium area full of musky people and terrible workout music. Even though Damara did a one hour session of dancing, she couldn’t help but to gravitate towards the stair master for a good fifteen minute burn. Once there, Damara climbs the stairs, beginning her workout on nine speed, instantly feeling the ache. Her eyes scanned the area, finally landing on a group of women huddled around one of the sound proof workout rooms for VIP gold card members.

She let out a tired chuckle, shaking her ponytail clad head before pausing to drink some water. Of COURSE they would all salivate over some random ass man instead of working out, because that’s what gyms are for these days. On queue every day Damara comes to the gym, once the clock strikes 8 pm, a hoard of women suffocate the glass, fogging it with their heavy breathing and wetting it with saliva from their wiggling tongues. Damara would have been one of them if she listened to her group of girlfriends who didn’t come in tonight. Supposedly, there is this fine ass man that comes to the gym every day, around 8 pm. Damara never seems to catch him, and even if she did, no man was that fine to act like a hyena over. He couldn’t be that sexy.

“Ooo, girl, let me get off this got damn treadmill he back again!” Damara turned to find a short, slim, mocha skinned girl with a track runners body ogling the group of women, her friend who looked like she could be her sister, biting her lip.

“I wonder if he’s doing the pull ups right now, fuckk. You know his dick stay hard when he working out.”

The other girl laughs, “I just want to suck it. Just give me one good time!”

Both women laughed while Damara tries her best to work out and ignore them. But to her surprise, she couldn’t focus. Not because of the talking, but because she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe after this she could rub it in her friends faces that whoever this guy was, wasn’t about the hype after all.

Defeated, Damara stopped her workout, quickly lowering herself off the machine and towards some spray and paper towels to wipe away her sweat. Tossing everything, Damara makes her way towards the sound proof workout room straight across from the men’s locker room.

Here she was, and yet just a few minutes ago she was laughing to herself at how ridiculous it was to come to a gym and stare at a man for two hours. Wasn’t no man fine enough for that.

The glass window straight ahead had about seven ladies standing in front of it, whispering and admiring at what looked like absolutely nothing to Damara. It was so dark she couldn’t see a thing. As she got closer, at first, all she could see through that glass was the usual workout machines of all types and weight racks. Just before she could walk away, he started lifting those weights. Suddenly, as if pulled by some type of force field, Damara turned into a fan girl with glossy eyes and a watery mouth. He had to be the one her friends were talking up. There is no way he couldn’t be the one with how fine he is.

“This must be your first time noticing Erik.”

Damara turned to the lady who looked to be twice her age standing next to her.

Damara didn’t respond, she simply looked back at him through that tinted glass. He was so fucking sexy that her jaw dropped; literally. Erik was definitely the one her friends were juiced up over. Not the juice you drink, but the drip from that pussy when she hungry for a nigga as damn fine as he is.

Erik had been bench pressing weights and she couldn’t get a good enough look at him until he lowered the weights. Yeah, when he was laid out on his back, sweaty muscles moving as he lifted 280 pounds over his head he looked good, but GOD once he stood up was she slapped with his looks.

Erik was wearing sweat shorts that dropped low around his waist, a damp sweat top and a pair of Nike Air Max Trainer 1s on his feet.

His braided back dreads were damp from the perspiration; it really set off his caramel complexion.

Erik returned his weights to their respective places and stood facing that mirror with a bottle of gatorade. Damara could really see how perfect he was. Fine wasn’t even the word, it was so much she could say about him. The look in his eyes, the way his muscles moved in conjunction with him, the smoothness of his skin, the hairstyle that compliments him very well, and let’s not forget those lips. She figured he got many compliments on his lips, as beautiful and suckable as they were. That thick erection he was sporting was an added bonus. All she could see was herself lowering onto it and rocking like crazy, like she was riding a horse. When she returned to reality from her lustful daze, she noticed her hands were flat against the glass, jaw STILL dropped, and her nipples tender and hard practically clawing at him. They were so hard that they were hurting, and the feeling of his lips pulling and sucking and licking on them would have been exactly what she needed, just pull her shirt down and suck em.

All of that talk and fantasizing in her head, ironically made his eyes meet hers. Damara swore she thought those big, dark eyes could see her and only her. The lady she ignored next to her smiled, like she knew what Damara was going through. She did, that’s why her and the others were still there.

——

Feeling a little foolish and embarrassed by her behavior, Damara asked the lady next to her if Erik could see them or was it one of those half way windows.

“Girl, he can see us alright. That’s why his dick is so big and hard poking through those shorts. He sees something he likes.”

Damara looked back at him, and right then like a spark had been ignited, he smiled a little at her with dimples, then winked before downing the rest of his gatorade. Damara could feel her knees buckle, body so nervous. She decided it was most definitely time to bounce. That night, Damara never told her girls about seeing the living legend, but she did go back the following day, a Wednesday, to stare him down at that window again. She purposely went there alone to have him to herself. It was crazy how obsessed he became.

——

After about a week or so of admiring Erik through that glass, Damara decided to take it up a notch and use the adjoining women’s workroom; yeah, like she could actually bench press any of the equipment in there. Getting into that women’s workroom meant that she had to become a gold member. The upgrade was about 20 dollars more, which landed her to about 80 dollars a month; great.

She felt like she’d been walking the yellow brick road to the emerald city. Opening those double glass doors to her new sanctuary, she could smell musk no longer, only fresh air and a cool breeze. The music was even better in there, sicko mode playing low through the speakers. It was approximately 7:50 pm, so she knew Erik would be arriving soon.

At about 8:15, a little later than usual, Erik pulled open the doors and walked into the men’s workroom. He had his dreads crinkled and messy, a pair of Beats solo 3 in black with gold trim over his ears, black Nike pro training top that clung to his body like it was two sizes too small, matching black shorts that hung low on his hips with the waistband of his compression pants peeking through. He hadn’t immediately seen Damara on the other side since she was in the corner tugging on the pull ropes that she couldn’t make budge. She didn’t really know what to do. If she popped out of nowhere near that window, she could scare him to death, and he’d be mad. He looked like the no nonsense type too.

Damara decided that hiding wouldn’t fix anything so she came out into the open to do some yin yoga poses that helped stretch her body. Sitting Indian style, she started with the butterfly, bending forward while gripping her shoes. The stretch made her moan, all the tension in her back disappearing. Next, she decided on the dragon, bringing one foot forward in a low lunge, stretching out her glutes and back again. Admiring herself, she liked the way her ass looked in the tinted mirror, and apparently so did Erik. Her heart dropped to her stomach like she’d been on the tallest roller coaster, her eyes reverting towards the ground. Damara could feel his eyes on her still as she lifted from the ground, rolling her neck. With one hand on the back of her neck to stretch the muscles, her eyes met his again. That same slight smile graced his face again, almost innocent, but those eyes were dark and sultry, like hot coal.

The heat turned down just a little, Erik walking away leaving Damara a flustered mess.

——

He started out with a little cross training. Damara watched from her workout mat in between doing crunches. Next, he pumped a little iron. She noticed how he enjoyed admiring himself when he lifted weights. The veins in his arms would bulge so much it looked like they wanted to break the surface of his skin. She could see his mouth slightly opened, concentration set in his features, and she just knew he was making those grunting, straining noises that guys make when they workout. Watching those muscles flex and bulge like that made her weak in the knees again. She liked the feeling. When he lay on his back to do the leg lifts, that’s when she lost it in a major way. The weight Damara had in her hand to do Russian twists fell down on her shoulder. She screamed out without even knowing it. All she could feel was pain beginning to throb in her left shoulder, and she laid back on the floor massaging it with a whimper. Unfortunately, at that time Erik was the last thing on her mind. When Damara got enough nerve to look at the window, Erik was pressed against it looking at her. He mouthed to her since it was sound proof, “You aight, Lil Mama?”

After Damara figured out his words, she nodded and gave him the okay symbol with a tired smile. Erik stares at her for a few seconds, scanning her frame in that PUMA workout suit she decided to wear, then moved on to the leg machine again. Damara liked the way he scouted her, and that made the pain in her shoulder go unnoticed.

——

Throughout their workouts, they would peep each other, and he liked the attention she was showering him with. There he was again with those pull-ups, directly facing her with intimidation in his eyes. Somehow, he had lost his shirt along the way, sweat pouring off his body like he’d been doing push-ups in the rain.

Damara’s workout suit was almost see-through and hugging all her curves, and he definitely paid attention because his erection was good and hard, tenting the front of those black workout shorts like wild. Damara wanted to think it was solely her making those pants tent like that, but working the hell out of those machines may have played a role in it. She’s good, but not that good.

The more she looked at Erik, the more she wanted to taste him, feel him pressing into her throat.

Damara looked down at her iWatch and realized it was minutes to closing time, but she couldn’t leave that room, let alone that window. She hated to leave because he was worth staying and getting caught with. Knowing the kind of man Erik was, he probably got a kick out of the chicks staring his fine ass down, then going home to his equally fine ass girl. That was the kind of luck Damara had: finding the juiciest man on the planet, but not able to land him because he was taken.

Damara suddenly had a lightbulb moment. Erik was a gold member, with a passkey to leave the gym if he ever got locked in. Damara could lie and say she lost her passkey, having to go to him to get out...or to get off! Shit, lord knows she needs that, it’s been way too long. Suddenly, Erik made a move she hadn’t been prepared for. He stepped away from the weight trainer and approached the window again. Damara couldn’t move, couldn’t muster a speech, all she could do was watch him approach her with that sweaty, perfect body. Maybe not so perfect to some because it was littered with tiny raised scars, but to her it was absolutely perfect. Man, the closer he got to her, the hotter she got. In all her orgasmic nonsense with a pussy so wet and probably creaming her panties, it soon dawned on her that he probably approached her to ask her why she’s still there; that maybe he was tired of being stared at as if he were a zoo animal. Damara got scared and backed up.

Erik backed up a bit, confusion on his face before chuckling, giving her a head to toe view of him, then he got busy. His eyes stared into hers as he massaged that massive erection up and down through his pants. Damara could feel her nectar elevating within her core. Then it hit her, he was about to give her a private sex show. Was she about to bounce? Fuck no, she stayed and watched everything that pretty nigga did.

When his erection got hard and thick within his pants, he let out a fucking dazzling smile that could make her cum right there. No man had ever smiled so wickedly at her that her panties got wet; then again, she’d never met Erik. His pecs were mouthwatering to the point of drool, contours and ripples were everywhere. All her nasty little tongue wanted to do was lick, lick from his collarbone to his abs and continue south. Her hands shook as they clutched her chest, feeling her nipples brush against her fingers. All the while, her eyes never left his.

——-

Bending to remove his shoes and socks was a chore because that delicious dick was in the way, but he managed. His fingers beckoned Damara to get closer. Damara knew he was going to slide his pants down next, the nigga was clever with his seduction. She moved back to that window, and watched him slide his shorts to his hips. His dick bounced out, sprang to life, and she dropped to her knees, wondering how all that would feel stroking her insides. He was real heavy, the type of dick where the tip and about two inches could only fit in the pussy. The type of dick where you would push him away while he blew your back out from getting too deep. The type of dick where you had to use two hands to jerk while you sucked; you really gotta be a pro to suck a dick like that with no hands, not to mention ride a dick like that.

Erik bit at his plump bottom lip, massaging it with his tongue while his hand massaged that long pole; that damn snake. The more he stroked, the bigger and bigger it became within his hand. He strokes that beautiful dick until he was about ready to nut. He mouthed at her through that sound proof glass,

“I want that throat.”

His muscles tensed, he squeezed it harder, and playfully rubbed it against the glass directly where her mouth was. She swore she could taste him, feel him sliding it between her lips and forcing his inches into her. Erik stroked it so hard that she could see the moisture forming on his tip. Damara couldn’t help herself, she had to reach between her thighs and stroke her pussy to match his tempo. Damara pulled her suit down, revealing her drenched sports bra and panties to him. She didn’t want to waste any time the way her fingers made its way to her panties, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal her wet sticky treat. The more he stroked himself, the deeper her fingers slide into her valley; all three of them. When Erik dropped to the floor, she scrambled to see what he was going to do next. It was fucking outrageous! That pretty ass nigga got on his back and moved his hips up and down like a bitch was on top of him. Damara screamed in ecstasy over the sight of it. Her fingers went deeper and deeper like she was trying to scoop her cum out the pussy. She turned around and arched her back, rubbing at her clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other. He pumped hard and long, perspiration dripping from him, muscles tensing. Damara just knew he was going to explode on the floor instead of her which was a damn shame. No. No fucking way. He turned over on his stomach, and did push-ups, pumping those hips and dick into oblivion. He still hadn’t cum for her yet. His arm shook when he did his one-handed push-ups, dick throbbing in his other hand. She felt her orgasm building deep in her belly, her legs shaking from muscle strain and intense pleasure. That was the grand finale, watching him cream into his own hands while staring her down.

Damara screamed out, Cumming on her fingers with a shake of her body.

——

He returned to his back and pressed out so much cum that she almost fainted from the orgasm he gave her. When her breathing returned to normal, Damara looked into her hand, now covered with so much of her own thick moisture that her fingers were sticking together. Then she glanced up at him watching her with a sweet smile on those wonderful lips—his erection was still in his hand and still harder than boulders.

The windows were nice and steamed by the time he and Damara finished. She watched him grab the rest of his belongings and headed for the showers. Damara took off as well, figuring that was all she’d get from him.

Damara made her way to the showers herself, letting her plan go. At least she got a good show from him so she was thankful.

While in the shower, Damara couldn’t help but smile as she wet her body under the steamy water. She struggled to fight the urge that this was it and probably her last sex show a man would ever give her and he didn’t even touch her. Damara allowed the warm water to trickle down her aching joints and relaxed. Her body mitt delicately encircled her breasts, pretending the sultry touch was Erik’s fingers, sucking on them gently before making a tongue track down to her core. She shuddered in waves of heat. Her body trembled, spasms, taking her mind off the pain from her injured shoulder. She completely gave in to pleasure and let the most tremendous orgasm hit her like no other one had ever before...well, until Erik happened on the scene.

Then.

“Damn, girl.”

The words came from nowhere. Damara assumed they had been in her mind. Nonetheless, her eyes opened and she twirled around to see if anyone had come in. There Erik was, standing directly in front of her. Damara tried reaching for her towel but Erik snatched it from the railing before she could get it.

His cool, seductive voice melted into her horny spirit.

“Imagine how big this dick would be if I would have been standing right above that ass, watching you finger that pussy from the front. All I could see was that phat ass shaking and quivering to some sexual fantasy. Was it about me?”

Damara couldn’t speak. All she could do was look down at the towel around his midsection, sporting a killer of an erection. Her mouth opened, her voice cracked.

“I...I, uh…”

“It’s okay, babygirl. I already know that ass was thinking about me. How could you not after the show I gave you.”

Erik moves toward her, one step away from entering the stall with her.

“You liked that show I already know that shit. I already know I got you”— he slapped her pussy, then reached around to palm her ass roughly, smacking each ass cheek causing it to sting—“hot enough to want more, right? You should anyway since I gave you a little taste of what the fuck I got,” he pulled his towel off and entered the stall.

It was different from having that window in between them both, Damara covering her nakedness with her arms. Erik pulled them down.

“Don’t you dare cover up a fucking thing.”

The grip on her wrists were so tight her hands shook.

“So, you just walk in women’s locker rooms? What if I wasn’t the only one here?”

He chuckles, letting her wrists go, “And? I don’t give a fuck about that. It’s okay for me to do whatever I fucking please in here.” He kisses her cheek. “I’m Erik—“

“I know who you are, Erik. Every woman within a five-city radius knows who you are.”

“Yeah? And who might you be?”

“Damara; nothing exotic, nothing romantic, just regular old Damara.”

“Not from where I’m standing, girl. You are so fucking sexy. I bet you taste good too, I know that pussy enjoyed me pleasing you.”

“It did, I can still feel it.” She lets out a moan.

“Well then that pussy won’t mind if I please you again?”

Damara relaxed, his hands covering her breasts, much the same way they did in her daydream. He stroked the tight tips with his thumbs, then replaced them with his lips. She was right, that mouth was made to suck on some titties. Erik sucked them ferociously, licking them like they were candy. Her head reared back as he sucked like he was trying to milk her. Her back arched off that wall, his arm circling her waist and pulling her close.

“So, you want everything, huh?”

“Every single drop.”

Erik’s muscles tightened around Damara; their bodies pressed against the wall. As the water continues to drench them, he lifted her into his arms; her legs hugged his hips. She felt the tip of that delicious dick play with her opening, tease it, rub up and down on it. She faces him, staring into those delicious brown eyes of his.

“It’s almost closing time, I couldn’t leave yet without a little taste.”

It definitely wouldn’t be a little with how big he was. Damara prepares herself for the surprise, her pussy clenching and quivering on its own. Erik takes his fingers to caress her clit, taking a single finger to tease it with a flickering motion. Damara kept a firm grip on his neck, pressed against the shower wall.

“I’m playing wit that clit good, huh?”

She responds with a bite to his shoulder, her pussy jerking in his hand. Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, spits on them, then brings them back to her clit. He was very generous with his spit, making her pussy extra sloppy. Clearly with him still going at it on her clit he aimed to make her cum this time with his own fingers.

“Ok, you working my clit,” she felt him take his dick to finish it off, rubbing her clit in circles. The smoothness of the tip of his dick hit every sensitive spot on her clit.

“Make that pussy cum,” she edged him on.

His hand came down to grip her ass while he worked, her body shuddering, legs securing around him even harder, moans echoing off of the shower walls.

“Shit, fuck, damn…”

She could feel the sensitivity in her pussy too.

“Open up for me.”

Damara opened wider, Erik bringing his dick to her pussy. He pushed his way in slow, only by a few inches before she clamped up. Her guess was correct, he was too much to take. Damara was scared now, she didn’t know if she could go through with it.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big,” her eyes grew wide.

“Ha, You knew that already when you saw me jerking it.”

“I’m too tight.”

“So?” He moves his hips, teasing her walls to let him in further. Her body crunched, hand to his chest. Was she fucking a monster dick or what? His shit was too damn much.

“Chill,” her eyelids fluttered. She wouldn’t be able to stand.

“You’ve been eyeing me all fucking week, teasing me and shit and now you wanna cry about how big my dick is?”

He kissed at her neck, causing her to moan and rub her wet face against his. She brought her hands to his biceps, squeezing them tightly.

“Be gentle, okay? It’s too damn big.”

Erik takes that invitation, gripping her hips firm before pressing himself in inch by inch, pausing in between. Each time he entered her it felt like he was ripping her a new hole, but it felt so full in a good way. Along with the pain came a shock of pleasure. The vein on the underside of his shaft rubbed smoothly at the floor of her pussy, a new sensation she had never felt. It curves at the tip to hit her g spot, swiping it each time he moves his hips.

“I don’t think I ever had a dick this good,” she hissed the moment he fully entered her.

“I already know you didn’t with all that crying you was doing.” He pulled out to the tip, purposely, to make her feel every inch again. Erik pushes back in, watching the way her face went through a series of confused and unprepared emotions. It was time to pick up the pace now. Erik started off slow, his strokes growing and her moans. Damara held onto the rails along the walls of the shower, watching with astonishment how Erik’s dick fucked her.

“Oh, oh, omg,” she shook tremendously, a single hand clawing at Erik’s chest. He simply fucks her with deeper strokes, reminding her what came with every inch. Clearly he had a fetish for making women cry from how big he was. That rock hard body came with a huge package.

“Are you fucking kidding me!!!!!” She felt a rush of pressure forming in her lower belly, so big it pushes Erik’s dick out, a fountain of liquid pouring. The more she clenched, the more it flowed. Damara couldn’t control it and it shocked her. No way, this nigga made her squirt and for the first time ever. She’d always tried to make that happen for herself but it never worked so she would give up.

That seemed to fuel Erik even more, he brought one of her legs up into a split, entering her body again. This time, he flexed his abs, bringing his dick into even more of a curve, really hitting her spot. Erik knew what he was doing, he wanted to see the reaction again.

“Come on, take this big dick,” he held her leg up even if it shook.

“Ah, fuck yes, shit it’s happening again!!” Before she could relax, here she was, squirting again but Erik stayed in. He smiled, slamming her so hard with his dick that she could feel it in her stomach. At this point, Damara might as well lose count of how many orgasms she’ll have.

———

It was true.

Damara has missed two days of the gym for a reason.

She couldn’t get out of the damn bed the morning after her and Erik had sex. Her pussy was sore and sensitive, inner thighs shaking when she stood from the bed. Damara didn’t bother exchanging numbers with him, unsure if she would even be able to take him up on a second chance. Deciding to be a big girl, Damara went to the gym for a dance session.

She stood in the mirrored dance studio wearing a leotard colored bronze, a pair of sweats on and her hair in a messy bun with her vans. She skimmed through her playlist on iTunes, adjusting her AirPods to her liking.

Damara had to squat ballerina style to stretch her thigh muscles, bringing her leg up to extend the muscles of her inner thigh. Rolling her neck, she turns from the mirror, deciding to dance to a Nicki song. Once she got in the groove with the tempo, she started her routine. Her body moved like magic. The mirror wasn’t her own audience anymore, Erik was standing at the door watching her closely. He didn’t make a move, his eyes following her skillful moves along with her dangerous body, I mean, Damara was thick. Even through her loose fitted sweats he could tell. Now that Erik got a good look at her, he recognized her from Instagram.

DeetheeDancer.

She was pretty popular on social media for her dancing. Erik watched a few of her videos from time to time, loving the way she moved. She had this way of letting you know she was sexy from the look she gave in the camera when it followed her body. It was as if she was daring you to touch her, let her throw it back on you and see if you can catch it.

——-

Damara finished off to her first song, bending over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She paused her music, picking up her water to take a long sip. After recapping it, Damara’s eyes sweep the area, landing on the door and seeing a familiar face waving at her.

It was him, the big dick nigga that had her on a two day hiatus. He looked to be arriving at the gym because he didn’t look worn out just fresh with a bomber jacket over top of his workout gear, beats over his ears and shades on.

“Mind if I come in?” He mouthed.

Damara caught her breath before smiling, motioning for him to enter. He finally stepped through, dropping the duffel bag that was on his shoulder.

“Why ain’t you tell me you were a dancer? You ain’t so average.”

“It’s kind of hard to do that when you were balls deep in me.” She mouthed tiredly.

“You talk hella bold but when I’m in there I have you running though.” He removed his shades, blessing her with his brown eyes.

“Mind if I watch? I got all day.” Erik removed his jacket.

“Fine with me,” Damara was okay with it, she had eyes on her with dancing almost all the time.

“She plugged her phone into the wall Bluetooth, settling on dancing to some pussy popping music from her freaky playlist. Yes, this was absolutely purposeful.

Right off the back, Megan Thee Stallion Freak Nasty began playing. She started off with a routine she already had to this song. She poses, hands rubbing down her frame before squatting down with a grip on her knees while swaying her hips. She did a turn, one hand in her hair with the other on her ass. Once the beat dropped, she got into the groove with a sexy hip hop routine that involved a lot of footwork and ass shaking. Her ass shook alright, like a goddamn tidal wave straight from the sea. She bounced in a circle, spreading her legs wide before landing into a perfect split that deserved tens across the board like she was a gymnast.

Erik was impressed, and so was the huge dick that jumped happily in his compression briefs. She was clearly giving it her all, impressing him. He could fuck her ass royally with his dick, congratulate her for the little talent show. She was on the floor again, doing a perfect side split, her eyes moving from the mirror and zeroing in on his erection. She must have known that he was turned on because her eyes didn’t move from his crotch the entire time she grind, bent her body over, and twerked her ass.

“You think that pussy can handle this dick today?”

She stops moving, hyperventilating before pausing her music.

“Nah, keep that playlist rolling, I want you to dance on this dick.”

She looked at him. He looked at her. She whispered, “okay, I admit it. You’ve got too much dick for me.”

“Girl,” He wasn’t trying to hear that.

“I’m serious, I need to be able to move not walk like a cripple.”

“It’s a gift,” he smiles wide.

Damara walks over to the mirrored wall, holding onto the bar before stretching her leg all the way up to her head.

“See, you preparing yourself already.”

Erik began to approach her, Damara bent over with her head between her legs, looking from behind. She could see Erik making his way to her, the feeling in her stomach making her nervous. Damara lifts back up, grabbing a towel to wipe her neck off. Here he was now, fully enveloped in her personal space with his hands on either side of the bar, chin resting on her shoulder.

“I mean, you really got that shit up there, huh?” He was referring to her leg.

She chuckles, “Chill out, monster.”

“Monster? Hm,” Erik turns Damara around, his eyes scanning her heaving chest, “Well, it is October.”

She smiles, licking her lips before looking at his, “You plan on scaring me again?”

Erik takes his thumb to stroke her chin, “I thought you were afraid of big, bad things?”

Damara swallows spit, eyes fluttering. She grabbed the bar on either side to brace herself.

“You ain’t know? This is my favorite time of the year.”

Damara places her hands on the back of Erik’s head, pulling him down to meet her lips. They kissed, Erik’s hand on her hips now, pulling her off and against him. The next song that played was dvsn- With me.

“C’ mon,” Erik kisses her again, their full lips in French kiss mode, “dance on me.”

Damara takes her time to work her hips into the slow beat, Erik easily matching her movements. She was impressed, turning now, dipping forward with her ass against his crotch, twirling her hips in a hypnotizing circle. Erik places one arm across her chest, his face buried in her hair, Damara turning to face him slightly while she moved her hips tantalizingly slow against him.

“Mm,” Erik looked her frame up and down.

Damara turns, on her knees, arching back before rolling her body forward, grabbing Erik’s legs as she began to rise while her hips moved from side to side. She went to her tip toes then, one leg cleanly rising to rest on his shoulder before she arched her back, jumping up for Erik to catch her. He does, twirling her around before slowing down as the song slowed, their eyes meeting.

“Wow,” she spoke breathlessly.

Before she could stop herself, Damara places her lips against his, Erik bringing her to the floor. Between frantic kisses, Erik undressed her, her naked sweaty body warm against his. She moans, arms around his neck. Erik takes his fingers, slipping inside to get a feel and taste.

“You taste just right,” He sucks slowly on his fingers before taking those same fingers to rub her nipples.

“Fuck,” Damara pushes Erik down to the floor, her hands moving quickly to undress him. She needed him no matter how big he was. The sight of him again almost knocked her out. Damara grabs his dick, licking her lips before sinking her mouth over him. Erik instantly palmed the back of her head, biting his lip and saying how much of a good girl she was.

Damara sucked like her life was at stake, spit covering her hands and chest. She couldn’t fit him all in her mouth but she did her absolute best. Erik pulls her mouth off, watching the string of spit connect with her lower lip.

“Climb up, Baby girl.” Erik motions for Damara to come to him, Her legs straddling him on either side before her arms grabbed his shoulders tightly. She tried to prepare herself but the moment Erik slipped inside again she squeezed his biceps with her nails. Erik hisses, taking his hands to grab at her waist to keep her still. He started fucking up into her at an even pace, the pressure within her too much. She could feel the shit in her spine. Damara looked back at it, eyes closing in sweet pleasure before looking down at Erik’s smiling face.

“God, please keep fucking me.”

Erik grabs her ass, anchoring his hips before picking up the pace. The scream from her was so loud it bounced off the walls.

“These walls ain’t sound proof, Baby girl.”

She couldn’t move or control her cries. Erik was deep within her guts. Damara begged for Erik to keep going over and over, a series of please and I need more escaping her mouth.

“You gonna squirt on me like that again?” He bit his lip, raising his brows in a rude manner to initiate a response from her, “I said is that what you’re gonna do?!”

“Yes!!!!!”

Damara snapped, squirting like he asked. Erik slaps both her ass cheeks for that.

“Good girl, I know you got more for me.”

“Yes, Erik.”

She froze, mouth suspended open before cumming again. Within seconds?

“FUCKkkkkk.”

“Mhm,” he fucked up into her at the same killer pace, “mhm...mhm.”

“STOP!” She cries out, the urge to cum right there.

“Stop it, I’m gonna cum again!”

“Girl, shut up and cum.”

Erik was close himself.

“Shut that crying up and cum on this dick.”

She went silent, body trembling before cumming for a third time.

“Oh my God,” she cries.

“You gonna let me cum in that mouth, Baby girl?”

Erik bounced Damara a few more times before slipping her off, standing to his feet quickly while she stayed on her knees. Damara opened wide, waiting for his treat. He jerked his big dick, grunts deep and eyes low and dangerous. After three pumps the cream spilled, Damara’s tongue ready. He tasted so damn good.

“All of it, I’m not playing with you.”

She grabs his dick, licking and sucking all of it off.

“Good girl,” he puckered his lips down at her, mouthing a kiss. She almost fainted.

“You gonna have them thirsty bitches mad”

Damara didn’t care.

#killmonger smut #killmonger #black panther killmonger #nahimjustfeelingit writes #killmonger x oc

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arachnaboy · 4 years

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Headcanon of Peter getting arrested for assault

And DadTony coming to the rescue

The day had finally come

Peter got arrested for assault

Well it’s not really assault, he was defending Ned from a bunch of assholes

And Peter knows that violence is never the answer

But when it comes to his friends

He’ll do whatever it takes to protect them

Here’s what happened:

They were out in town

Standing in line waiting for their turn to get some hotdogs before going to see a movie

And Ned was taking his time in picking his sides and drinks

(He takes his theatre snacks very seriously)

Something salty, then something sweet, and a nice fizzy drink to wash it all down

And some random assholes stood behind them in queue started getting.... vocal

“Why don’t you just buy the whole stand you fatty”

And let me tell you

Peter tried his hardest to ignore it

He really did

But they wouldn’t stop

“This is taking too long bro! You’ll eat the whole menu if you could”

Ned is usually good at blocking people out

Nothing can ruin his good mood

But this week has been rough

And so the comments got to him a bit

And Peter could see that

So... Peter turns around and looks the man dead in the eye

“You better stop.”

Ned holds him back, knowing that this won’t end well

“Peter, forget about them. They’re not worth our time”

But the guys just had to

“Yeah why don’t you listen to jabba the hutt over here”

And then it happened

The sound of Peter’s fist making contact with one of the assholes’ noses

And the s o u n d of the bone breaking

Everybody and their mama in Queens heard that

It lowkey brought joy to Ned

Fast forward a fight breaks loose

All 3 men try to throw punches at Peter but y’know

Hes a fucking SPIDER and ended up rocking their shit

Fast forward, security throws them out

The cops get called

And now Peter is behind bars in a holding cell

Ned takes the liberty in calling Tony

Because he sure as hell was not gonna call Aunt May

Tony picks up the phone and answers with a confused “Hello?”

Because Ned never calls Tony

Unless Peter did some dumb shit

“Uh, hey! Mr. Stark. How are you?”

“Get to the point Ned. What happened?”

“Okay, okay. I’m currently at the police station”

“......”

“.... and we need you to bail out Peter”

“... arE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME- i’ll be there in 10”

Peter knows he dun goofed

Oh he knows

But he doesn’t feel bad at all for defending Ned

He’d do it again any day

He’s just worried about Tony’s reaction

And May’s

Oh god May

She’s going to ground him forever

After an hour but what seemed like forever from where Peter was standing

The officer unlocks the cell

“You got some powerful connections, Parker”

Peter gives the officer a ‘i know’ nod and exits the cell

And there was Tony standing

In sweats and an oil stained shirt

With one hand on his hip like an angry mom

Peter keeps his eyes on the ground

Completely avoiding Tony’s daggers shooting from his sleep deprived eyes

“Where do I begin?” Tony starts

And Peter just sighs, waiting for the string of lectures and life lessons that will commence for the next hour

“I’m proud of you kid”

???????????

Peter’s brain short circuits

“What?”

Tony hands Peter his jacket and ruffles his hair

“You know how many times I had to punch people in the face for Rhodey? We were practically regulars at the station”

????

“But I can’t just.... punch everyone”

“Yeah of course you can’t. Don’t do that. But sometimes, it’s well deserved”

Peter smiles, a relief washing over his entire demeanor

Tony nudges Ned “Did he break any bones?”

Ned lights up, eager to finally talk about the scenario

“You should have heard that bastard’s nose break. It was glorious”

“Damn right” they highfive

They walk out to the parking lot

And Peter’s knees grow weak

All the color completely drains from his face

Upon seeing Aunt May

Standing there

One hand over the hip (deja vu time)

And anger evident all over her features

Tony puts his arm around Peter’s shoulders “you still need to be lectured, and I’m not good at that, so I called your Aunt. She’ll take it from here”

That motherf-

“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER”

Aunt May’s voice echoes through the New York night skies

Scaring everything and everyone in the perimeter

Tony straightens up his posture and leans over to Ned “okay we gotta go. I’ll drop you home Ned. Lets go lets go”

Ned gives Peter a quick hug

“Text me so I know you’re still alive. And thank you”

Tony and Ned hurry to Tony’s car

And Aunt May practically STOMPS towards Peter

Peter looks up at the starry sky

And prays to whatever God that’s sitting up there to allow this evening to pass in peace

—————-

Thought id make a lil somthin somthin while im sitting at home during the c*r*na quarantine

#i know my headcannons dont hit the same #they used to be so wholesome and nice #these are hard times fellas #peter parker #spider-man #tony stark #Irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic #spiderson fic #marvel hc #irondad hc #irondad and spiderson headcanons

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grussell63 · 4 years

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Unexpected Chances - Chapter 9 (T.H.)

A/N: sorry for the long wait lol, I also probably need a new taglist because this one I have right now is ooooold as hell

Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU ; Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: What happens when you have this weird feeling that your boyfriend is cheating on you with some random girl from work? What happens when you find out that she is also in a relationship with someone? And what happens when that someone becomes a much bigger part of your life after you are the one to drop the bomb on him?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating

Wordcount: 3.2k

Masterlist in bio

9. Even when they leave, they’re never really gone.

29 minutes had passed when a message from Tom popped up on your screen, telling you that he was outside waiting for you.

Putting on your shoes and grabbing everything you needed, you headed outside where Tom was leaning against his car, looking like he had just stepped out of a photoshoot. You would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to spend the day with Tom, but it was more of a “thank god I don’t have to suffer by myself” kind of excited.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for my date? Do you know a (Y/N)?” He grinned once you were close enough to hear him.

“Charming.” You laughed as he pulled you into a hug that almost made you forget about the call from Byron. Almost.

“I was gonna say I’ll charm you out of your pants but that’s not really the thing I was going for today.” He said as he opened the passenger door for you, “Unless…”

“Shut up Tom.” You laughed although his comment sent heath waves through your whole body.

Tom had put on another level of gentleman and charming attitude and had really made it his mission to make you feel better again. Once you had insisted on paying for yourself, which he had accepted with an eye roll, you made your way to the first ride which you were quite excited about. You hadn’t been to Thorpe Park for quite a while because Byron thought it was for kids and stupid. Idiot.

“When was the last time you were here?” You asked as you stood in the queue to go on The Swarm.

“I usually come here like twice a year since Harrison also loves that shit and my brothers also don’t mind tagging along so it’s just a fun boys day out, y’know, being kids and running around a theme park all day is kind of refreshing.” He said, a soft smile displayed on his face, “What about you?”

“Haven’t been here for like 2 and a half years. I came here with Byron for one of our first dates and he decided that it was stupid and that he was too grown up for this kids stuff.” You scoffed as you once again wondered why you had ever fallen in love with him.

“I’ve told you this like 10 times already but you’re waaaaay too good for him.”

“Yeah, sure.” You said as you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), I mean it. You’re too good, he’s an idiot and he already regrets what he’s lost. Not realising how amazing you are may have been the worst mistake of his life and he will be regretting it for the next few years.”

“Thanks Tom.” You still had your doubts here and there. Why would he cheat on you if you were as great as Tom said? Why would he think another person was worth his attention but not you? Yes, he had told you he still loved you, but was there even any worth in his words?

Without saying any more words you were pulled into a hug by Tom. He must’ve sensed that you were overthinking again and was immediately there to comfort you and to get those thoughts out of your head.

“I was initially joking about the date but from now on I’m going to be treating this as a real one and you’re going to be spoiled rotten and wooed off your shoes for the next few hours. Try to resist my charm but I can already promise you, you can’t.” He said as he tightened his arms around you.

Every hug from Tom was picking up another broken piece of your heart. Every word from Tom was putting that piece back into your shattered heart. Every look from Tom was putting glue on said piece so it couldn’t break again.

You spent the next hour going on The Swarm twice before going a little slower with the Flying Fish. Next up was Tidal Wave and it was safe to say that the both of you got soaked, but not soaked enough to not queue up again to get another bucket of water dumped over your head. Stealth was your next stop which was supposed to help you get dry again but didn’t do enough so, of course you had to go for a second round.

You were happy.

It wasn’t really a big deal that you were finally able to laugh again and smile without going back to overthinking a few seconds later, but every minute you spent with Tom was lifting your mood. He was a joy to be around and definitely did his best to treat this as a real date and “woo you off your shoes”.

“I need something chill.” Tom laughed as he threw his arm around your shoulder while you walked through the exit of Stealth. It seemed to be your reaction every time Tom was near but you leaned into his side, enjoying the warmth you received from being this close to the boy.

“Aw, why? Are you getting too old for those rides?” You grinned as Tom gasped.

“Don’t you ever insult me like that again.” He said as he poked your side with his free hand, “I was more thinking about something like Rumba Rapids.”

“Really? I was just getting dry and now you’re going to get me wet again?” You groaned.

“Believe me, if I was going to try and get you wet, I would…” He was stopped by your hand over his mouth.

“Not another word.” You said as you felt the heath rise into your cheeks.

“Told you you wouldn’t be able to resist my charm.” He grinned after you removed your hand from his mouth.

The boy wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t remember a time when you felt as good as today. Byron had a way with words, of course, otherwise you probably would’ve dropped his sorry ass a long time ago, but none of his words had ever gotten to you as much as Tom’s did. It made you wonder if Tom was just like Byron but just a lot better at words.

Just as the thought crossed your mind you were brought back into reality by Tom who had spotted a Can Knockdown Game and was immediately hellbent on getting you something. Although he failed miserably and was only able to get you a tiny bear as a consolation prize, the thought of him being just like the guy who thought this was childish, vanished from your thoughts, because let's be real, Tom was definitely a different kind of guy.

“You should date a guy that knows how to throw a stupid ball.” Tom chuckled as the two of you walked towards Rumba Rapids.

“Byron knew how to throw a ball, shame he also knew how to throw a relationship.” You shrugged, making Tom laugh.

“This man really lost something amazing.” He smiled as he put his arm back around you, leaning in to place a kiss on your hair.

Rumba Rapids may have been a lot more chill than the rollercoasters, but definitely wasn’t leaving a spot on you dry. Tom, somehow, had managed to get away without a single drop of water on his shirt, while you were completely soaked, leaving only your hair dry. You could see on Tom’s face that he was trying to hold in his laughter while you were exiting the ride.

“I can see that you are trying not to laugh.” You said as he earned a deadly look from you which made him burst out laughing, “Worst date ever.”

“Yeah, you don’t even believe that one yourself, Love.” He grinned.

“I’m fucking freezing, shut up.”

“C'mere.” He smiled as he wrapped you in a hug, sharing some of his body warmth with you and warming you up immediately.

“Thanks.” You mumbled as you pressed your cheek against the boy’s chest, trying to warm up your face.

You could hear the boy’s heartbeat. You could smell the boy’s perfume. And in that exact moment, you wished you could taste his kisses again.

Your heart sped up at the thought of kissing Tom again. Something about the kiss you had shared seemed to have made you an addict. You knew it was too early to have moved on from your heartbreak, but Tom seemed to make you forget about everything else except the here and now.

Tom said something that ripped you out of your definitely inappropriate thoughts, “Huh?”

“I asked if you wanted my - well, Harrison’s - hoodie.” He said, waving around his hoodie that he had taken off only minutes after you had arrived because it was definitely too warm to be wearing that.

“Remind me, why exactly are you wearing Harrison’s clothes?”

“Because that hoodie is amazing and he steals my stuff all the damn time, so it’s only fair I do it as well.” He shrugged, “Do you want it?”

Just as he asked again, another breeze made you shutter, resulting in you gladly accepting the offer. Tom was right, the hoodie was amazing and it definitely helped.

Tom had convinced you to go with him on the Walking Dead ride and you weren’t really sure how that had happened because that conversation went somewhere along the lines of “I hate scary things, do not make me go on that, it’s dark.” - “It’s not going to be scary, but I promise you, I will protect you.” - “Thomas, you will be giving me your pants if I shit mine.” - “You’re charming as hell. Best date ever.”.

Just as you were walking towards the entrance of said ride, Tom’s phone rang, showing an incoming WhatsApp video call from Harrison.

“What?” Tom answered as Harrison’s face popped up on the screen.

“Mate, Do you know where—” Harrison stopped in the middle of his sentence, “— are you at Thorpe Park? Without me? What the fuck?”

“Yeah, you’re boring, get to the point, why are you calling?” Tom laughed.

“Are you cheating on m— wait, that still hits home doesn’t it?” Harrison up as Tom groaned, “My bad, delete the last few seconds of this conversation please.”

“We’re both tired of your face.” Tom said as he moved so he could get you into the call as well.

“Hi (Y/N)! Wait — are you guys on a date? Is that why I was not invited?” Harrison grinned.

“No” you said at the same times as Tom said “Yes.”

“Oof, Tom, mate, you gotta have a conversation about that one.” Harrison laughed as Tom rolled his eyes.

“You weren’t invited because you were with your family? Remember? You left me. So why are you bothering me? Get to the damn point.”

“I wanted to ask about you doing the washing and mixing up our clothes again, but now I see that this missing hoodie was no accident. When did you have the time to steal my clothes, (Y/N)?” Harrison chuckled.

“It was all his doing! I was just freezing my ass off after he made me get we—” You stopped a you saw Tom fight back his all too familiar grin again “— after your idiot friend made me go on all those stupid water things like ten times in a row.”

“So, he got you wet, huh?” Harrison burst out laughing which made Tom laugh as well, but other than Harrison, Tom was standing next to you and earned a punch on his shoulder.

“I hate both of you. You both suck. You two deserve each other.”

“Hey now, don’t treat your date like that.” Tom grinned before you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Alright you two, gotta go find another hoodie now. Have fun on your date.” Harrison said, a grin displayed on his face, “Next time I want to join you.”

“Definitely not. Bye mate.” Tom waved before he ended the call just as Harrison was about to say something.

“So, Date, where were we?”

“Oh we’re just about to go on Colossus.”

“Funny, I thought we were about to queue for the Walking Dead ride.” Tom said, an eyebrow raised.

“No? Can’t remember?”

“You’re incredibly adorable when you think you can fool me, come on, I’ll be your teddy bear. You can cuddle me if you get scared.” Tom grinned as he threw his arm around your shoulder before walking towards the entrance of the ride you didn’t want to go on.

“You? My teddy bear? Where is the bear to your teddy?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom pouted.

“You may be soft as hell and the sweetest date I ever had but there is literally nothing about you that would classify you as a bear.”

“You said that now, but wait until you --”

“Don’t you dare and say what I think you’re going to say!”

“-- until you hear my roar, you mean?” Tom smirked as you shot him a deadly look.

“I’m on a date with a fucking child, I’m going to fucking prison.” You groaned as Tom couldn’t help but pull you closer into his side, “Why couldn’t Byron have cheated with, I don’t know, Michael B Jordan’s girlfriend.”

“Rude.”

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly as Tom refrained from any jokes about his “bear parts” or you being wet. The Walking Dead ride wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be and the rest of the rides were a lot of fun, which is why you were currently sitting in Tom’s car, a smile displayed on your face as the two of you sang along to old 90’s songs.

“Thanks for today, Tom.” You smiled as your turned your head so you could admire how good the boy looked from where you were leaning your head against the headrest.

“You’re welcome. Feeling better than you did this morning?” He smiled as he spared you a quick glance before turning his eyes back on the road.

“A lot.” You smiled, still taking in the boy’s profile, “I don’t know what it was about Byron telling me he still loves me that made me cry like a little kid. I thought I had put that behind me when I cried for like 2 days straight. I told myself he wasn’t going to break me after I found out about Jo, and I still feel so damn weak everytime it happens.”

“Crying over losing someone you love isn’t weakness, (Y/N).” Tom said as his left hand reach out to grab yours. “I feel like crying is a big part of the healing process and getting over someone, y’know, getting everything out of your system before you can start new.”

“How do you do it? I mean, you were just as heartbroken as I was, maybe even more since you didn’t see it coming, but I would never see you as weak as I see myself.” You asked, intertwining his fingers with yours as he comforted you with a soft squeeze, his eyes still on the road.

“When I found out, it felt like my whole world came crashing down to be fair. I had seen my future in her, but sometimes, all it needs is for someone to come in and throw you off cloud nine. It was definitely unexpected, but I also think it’s good that it happened rather sooner than later, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get that, we were great together for like three years and then this shit happened. It’s just, take away the last few months and I probably would have said yes to a proposal which makes me think about how stupid I really am. I just - I don’t know - I thought he was the one.”

“It’s okay to think about that stuff, there have been times when I thought about proposing, but there was something about Harrison being so strictly against Jo that kept me grounded and on the lookout for that little something that I seemed to ignore.” Tom said, “I knew he always had my back which is why we both probably made it our mission to have yours after what happened with Will.”

“Do you still love her?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, “Sorry, that--”

“-- no, I don’t think so.” Tom interrupted your apology.

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know, it just feels different. I know that I still love the time we had and some of the moments we shared, but it’s -- different. It’s like, I think about something in the past and I still get that flutter in my chest, but then I think about seeing her at that party, and there was no flutter or anything, all I knew was that I had to get her home safe - not because I love her but because it’s how I was raised.” He said, as you nodded.

You knew what he meant, because it definitely felt different when you had talked to Byron this morning, but you didn’t know if you were ready to say that you didn’t love him anymore.

“There is a part of me that still doesn’t know if I can ever go without loving Byron and that scares the shit out of me.” You quietly admitted, your eyes stuck on the road in front of you. “It’s like there is this big part of me that isn’t there anymore and I don’t know how it happened because I prepared myself for our break up. I was prepared for it, and I hate myself for not knowing what the future without him will look like, which is stupid.”

“You are not weak and you are not stupid. Don’t ever think that okay? I hate that he made you feel like this. I hate that you think of yourself like that, because if we are being real here, he should be the one feeling like that. It’s okay to admit that he fucked you up. It’s okay to love with all your heart and hurt deeply. But it is also okay to move on and tell yourself that you are better than that.” Tom said as he squeezed your hand, his thumb tracing circles onto your skin. “You deserve the whole fucking world, and a guy who is not ready to give it to you, isn’t worth your time, Love.”

Your eyes found Tom’s. This was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you. Tom always found the right words and you loved how good of a listener he was. You loved how he could go from being his charming self to listening to all of your stupid problems over and over again. He had told you the day you had broken up with Byron and he had been there for you ever since. Byron cheating on you resulted in one good thing - you had met Tom.

“Thank you Tom - from the bottom of my broken, fucked up heart - thank you for being there.” You smiled as you lifted your entwined fingers, pressing a kiss onto the back of his hand.

Taglist (def need a new one, watch out for a link soon):

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Tom: @danicarosaline / @aestheticgaybish / @kthemarsian

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland story #tom holland writing #tom holland x you #tom #tom holland ff #unexpected chances

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deeperdark · 4 years

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booksmart

about: joel and luna completely forget about what they were studying for

author’s note: expansion of this blurb, thanks to the anon who sent it! this is my first time writing for cnco but i really liked it!!

warning: minor fluff, mature content [dirty talk, sprinkle of dom!joel, public and unprotected intercourse (wear condoms, folks)]

word count: 1.9k

library dates were one of the only ways joel and luna could make enough time for each other nowadays. with finals rapidly approaching, neither of them could spare too much time outside of class and sleep to hang out or even watch their favorite shows together. they knew it wouldn’t last forever, just a few more weeks before they could go back to clinging onto one another, but it was torture. they were each other’s better halves, sickeningly sweet in their infatuation with the other and completely consumed by their passion. countless hours apart from each other was so difficult, especially when they were telling themselves to stay away. it only made them more eager.

so they constructed library dates, two or three hours out of the day where they’d study for upcoming exams or quizzes together, balancing their weaknesses with the other’s strengths. they go to one of the more abandoned levels of the library, the seventh floor to be exact, and just sit in one of the corners going over vocabulary and concepts until they had to part ways.

luna decided to treat today’s date as more of its namesake, donning the cherry printed skirt that joel had previously expressed as his favorite and her olive toned sweater. she spritzed on the honey sandalwood perfume that drove him absolutely crazy, letting her hair do its own thing as she left her dorm for the day. her heart skipped erratically as the clock neared her favorite time of day, six o’clock in the evening, when she’d be heading up to their corner of the library for their studious rendezvous.

she made a beeline towards the tallest building on campus as her professor finally set them free for the day, thinking about how good he seemed to look now that they had limited time together. she stood in the starbucks line to get them cups of liquid energy, knowing he had a longer walk to the building than she did, ordering his usual just the way he liked it.

he was waiting for her buy the time their drinks were done, sitting with his back against the wall of books on strepsirhines vs haplorhines that he only paid attention to when he’d taken human evolution the semester prior. their eyes met as he looked up from his textbook, a glittering smile overtaking his face as she dipped down to join him. his lips gravitated towards hers before she could even hand him his coffee with one cream and two sugars. “hi, baby.”

her cheeks grew warm as he slung his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple. “you look so beautiful today, nena, i love that skirt.” she battled the urge to say i know you do as his hand smoothed over the material and flittered with the hemline. “you smell amazing, too. what are you trying to do, distract me from my work?”

she shook her head dramatically, scoffing in feign disbelief. “no, never that.”

luna opened her backpack to pull out the textbook she needed to her human sexuality class, taking out the diagrams of reproductive organs that her professor was going to have them label on the exam. “how was your day?”

“boring as ever, spent most of it thinking about what i want for dinner.” she took out her notecards, shuffling them into a random order for joel to quiz her with. he laughed at her response, the sound music to her deprived ears as she watched the subtle shake of his shoulders. “i’m serious!”

“i know you are, baby, that’s why it’s funny.”

she tried to keep her eyes off of the way his shirt hugged his figure, the tight nature of it highlighting all the right places of his torso that made her mouth water. heat set ablaze within her body at the sight of the scruff that littered his jawline, the unkempt look he wasn’t too fond of growing to be her favorite part of him. even his grip on the textbook sent her mind swirling into a highly inappropriate soliloquy about what else he could grip like that, or where she wanted his freshly manicured fingers to be.

it got to be way too much, lust clouding her mind when her exam should be. so she attempted to excuse herself for a moment, just to get herself away from his intoxicating aura. “i-i’m gonna go look for a book. for this class. something to give me a better understanding of... orgasms, and such.”

“where are you gonna find something like that over here?”

luna rolled her eyes as if it was obvious, pushing herself onto her feet and brushing any possible dust off of her skirt. “isn’t this, like, the science section? there should be something about sexual sciences.”

“i could teach you a thing or two about sexual sciences.”

she bit back her laugh, watching the way his eyes raked up her legs and locked on the bit of stomach that peaked through underneath the sweater. “was that supposed to turn me on?”

“if it worked then yes, if not... no?” he put a marker in his book before shutting it, rising to his full height that overlooked over luna. her throat went dry at how his eyes were hooded, the not so subtle lick of his lower lip as he pulled her closer to him by her waist. his voice dropped as he leaned in closer to her. “did it work?”

her head was nodding yes before her mind could even register it, her feet pushing her up to kiss him with a briskness that surprised even her. but his hand stopped her, reaching up to grab her chin before she could press her lips to his. “need to hear you say it, luna. are you turned on?”

“yes.” it came out as more of a moan, her voice betraying her as she gave into his dominate disposition.

he rewarded her obedience with a kiss, his lips overpowering hers easily as he wrapped his arms around her midsection. luna let out another moan against his lips at the feeling of his body molded against hers but he gripped her ass, mumbling a nuh-uh against her mouth in disapproval. “don’t wanna get caught.”

joel twirled them around so that she was now against the bookcase, careful to shield her head from the unforgiving metal of the shelves. her hands took purchase at the neckline of his shirt, snaking around his neck as his hands ventured underneath her skirt. his breathing picked up as he felt how warm her thighs were beneath his touch, her skin inviting him to do whatever he wanted however he pleased. luna was looking up at him through impatient eyes, forcing herself to await his next move instead being as needy as she felt.

he hiked her skirt up enough to allow himself access to the blush pink panties she’d slid on that morning. “you gonna be quiet for me?”

she popped open the button of his jeans, nodding at him furiously. “yes, i promise.”

“are you sure you wanna do this in the library?” he picked her up by the backs of her thighs, keeping one of his hands at her hip to keep her stable.

luna kissed her approval, biting on his lip to quiet herself as his fingers found their way to her clit. this was pushing boundaries that neither of them had crossed, at least not in such an extreme way. teasing each other in public or even disappearing to a bathroom for ten minutes wasn’t out of the normal for them. but for joel to have her pinned against the shrouded bookcases of their very public library, hand swiping her panties to the side to sink his fingers inside of her, was an entirely new world for them.

the pads of his fingers grazed across her g-spot, focusing all of his attention there as he curled in and out of her at an agonizing place. luna’s hips responded against her will, grinding along with his motions as joel kiss along her neck. “such a good girl, aren’t you, luna?”

she struggled to form a cohesive response but managed to stutter out, “always.”

joel couldn’t help but smirk to himself as his hand brushed against her clit, luna’s moan stifled by his lips once more. he could feel her legs starting to convulse around him and took it as his queue to pull away, licking his fingers clean as she huffed in disappointment. “need to feel you cum around me.”

he pushed his boxers down enough to free his cock from the confines, a low sigh of relief escaping his mouth. his hand instinctually wrapped around the base, stroking himself before tapping the tip along luna’s folds. she tried her hardest to suppress the whine that bubbled in her throat as he thrusted into her, his own groan of pleasure betraying him. “we gotta be quiet, nena.”

luna nodded, crossing her ankles behind him more securely as he started to move. the rush of being caught, someone turning the corner in search for a specific book but instead seeing them, sent tingles down her spine. she was in absolute heaven with him between her legs like this, his eyes sending her a blissed out look at made her melt. he felt so good stretching her out, lulling his hips to meet hers steadily enough so the noise was minimal.

joel threw caution to the wind as he pulled one of her legs to rest higher up around his torso, changing the angle so he could reach deeper inside of her. she tried to hide the soft whisper of his name that the feeling elicited but he heard it, confidence coursing through his veins at seeing just how fucked she was for him.

his ring clad hand wrapped around her neck, teeth tugging lightly at her lower lip as he watched her eyes flutter shut. “you love this shit, don’t you?” she moaned in agreement, her fingers gripping his biceps for dear life as he picked up speed. “use your words, baby, tell me that you love when i fuck you like this.”

“i-i love it, joel, please.” he clasped his free hand over her mouth as his hips pistoned into her, the cries he knew she wouldn’t be able to fight muffled by his palm. their bodies couldn’t hide it anymore, the subtle smacking of hips and the occasional clank of the bookcase from the force he was using. it only motivated joel to achieve their climaxes that much quicker, his hand swiveling between them to massage her clit.

“can you cum for me, princess?”

she didn’t trust herself to respond, knowing that her attempt would be loud and desperate, and ultimately result in them getting caught. the tension in her stomach snapped, white hot pleasure sweeping through her body as she toppled over the edge. joel wasn’t far behind, his sloppy thrusts leading to his own euphoric high as he spilled into her. he replaced his hand on her mouth with his lips, swallowing all of her sweet sighs as he rode out both of their orgasms. her hips slowed down as her energy suddenly depleted, her legs going limp as he pulled out of her.

he stuffed himself back in his underwear and zipped his jeans before cautiously setting luna back on her feet. their coffee and textbooks were still abandoned off in the corner as he gave her a chaste kiss, swollen lips lingering over hers as he inhaled her saccharine perfume all over again. “who would’ve thought one skirt had all that power?”

“mm, something tells me you did.”

#joel pimentel #cnco #joel pimentel smut #joel pimentel imagine #cnco smut #cnco imagine

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co-mixed · 4 years

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Star-Lord and Kitty Pryde.

The couple, not the comic book.

It’s time for my favorite segment: What went wrong?

You can probably guess whose disaster romance I was following these past days.

If not, I’ll just tell you: Peter Quill and Kitty Pryde!

Spoiler - they both are jerks!

Also, this is very spoilery, and if you don’t want to know what happens, go aheas and give these books a read:

Guardians of the Galaxy vol.3 (2013)

Legendary Star-Lord vol.1 (2014)

Guardians of the Galaxy & X men: Black Vortex Alpha

Guardians of the Galaxy & X men: Black Vortex Omega

Star Lord (2015)

If spoiler alert doesn’t scare you, let’s dive in!

Background:

These two met by what can only be described as an accident in “The trial of Jean Grey” event. What happens is teenage version of Jean Grey gets kidnapped by Shi’ar Empire to stand trial for crimes committed by her older self (Shi’ar justice!). X-men and Guardians team up (and invite Starjammers) and rush to her rescue. After Jean escapes with the help of all three teams, X-men return to Earth, and before Guardians leave, Peter gives Kitty a “space-holo-phone” so that she could call him any time. (Guardians of the Galaxy vol.3 #12).

The attraction

It starts with innocent flirting, but you know right away where this whole thing’s headed. Back when I’ve read this event for the first time, they were already together in the middle of Battleworld event. So at first I was very very much against this romance, and I couldn’t explain why exactly. It took me a binge read of every single issue with them together to finally figure it out.

They start holo-dating, and it’s all pretty adorable. The word “cute” comes to mind and rightfully so: it’s exactly how Kitty refers to Peter, so easy to see that she has a crush. She falls for his looks and probably a little bit for the idea of that carefree living, cruising around in space, and stealing stuff. Little did she know…

Let’s see it from her side first. She gets a crush and immediately starts questioning it (a very relatable thing to do). She’s basically weighing negative aspects against her feelings, because there is nothing positive whatsoever. We see that when she talks to Illyana.

Kitty herself even brings up the point that she has too much history with guys named Peter (I really hope it’s not because of a hamster, because this would be weeeeeird). So every rational part of her tells her not to date him, while everything stupid he does, actually gives him points. And he does a lot of stupid, so you do the math.

Now from Peter’s point of view, seemed to me like he was into her right away, and didn’t even hesitate. That was obvious when instead of going after a random girl in a random cantina, he chose to call Kitty. Pretty cute, and in the beginning of a relationship pretty much all you need.

Their first date was weird and incredibly uncomfortable, which makes it look like a sitcom, but also builds up on all the issues they are about to face (Legendary Star Lord vol.1 #6).

One of those issues is Kitty’s mantra “I hate space”, and Quill’s famous dislike for living on Earth (hard to disagree - why limit yourself to one planet, when you can have the whole galaxy?). But hey, Kitty has her reasons too, besides she has responsibilities as a professor and an X-man.

Regardless, she chooses space, and chooses Peter (Legendary Star Lord vol.1 #7). And even though her teammates/friends don’t bother her that much, she’s still running away. But come on, who wouldn’t with everything X-men have to endure?

Does Peter actually understand how much of a sacrifice it is for her? I don’t think that he does. At times he even disregards her issues and experiences, because Earth can’t compare to the whole galaxy.

The actual relationship

Kitty becomes friends with the guardians really fast, I don’t even think I can recall a single clash between them. She has her share of friendly banter with Angela, but that’s it. Other than that she fits in very well. I will say that at times she stays a little on the background. She’s playing a role of an incredibly supportive, albeit nagging girlfriend. Since I’m not a hardcore Kitty Pryde fan, I don’t have an issue with that.

Anyway, she’s up for heroic adventures as well as very questionable ones. The shady stuff is something that’s out of character for Kitty, but every once in a while even that is acceptable, especially considering that she herself says how tired she is of being reliable. Ironically, reliable is exactly what Peter needs, because there can’t be two unreliable partners.

What he deals with is… well. the same things he deals with any other day. Has multiple bounties on his head, a queue of enemies ready to kill him or deliver to someone who wants to, Thanos, Annuhilus, more Thanos, and his own father. Honestly, that’s so much crap, that I seriously think he can’t afford to be too serious about that. As a result, he doesn’t seem that serious about Kitty. He repeatedly tells her that he is, but there’s always a galactic threat. Black Vorteх is yet another one.

During and after that things are moving really fast. So fast that there’s an inevitable proposal from Peter, and a rushed “yes” from Kitty. (Guardians of the Galaxy & X men: Black Vortex Omega).

And that’s when it became obvious to me, the reason I had such a problem with them getting together. It was never supposed to be a lasting relationship. And when I say lasting I mean Jean-Paul/Kyle lasting. Obviously Kitty was eventually gonna be needed back at the school, and later Krakoa. Besides, is it possible to imagine Quill as a married man?

They could’ve used another few years of dating and proper relationship development. Not as a betrothed couple, not even as a living together on a spaceship one. So that’s what bothered me, their relationship was used as a tool to justify Kitty joining the team, and Peter being a president on Spartax. The latter obviously didn’t last and led to their breakup.

The breakup

The end of Kitty and Peter’s romance was not handled tastefully. Yep, we did get a funny storyline out of it, with the Collector and confessions about what has really happened (Star Lord 2015 #6-8). But in that case they both ended up being massive jerks. And all the things that made them cute together: all their jokes, awkwardness, earth references, chemistry etc. all of it worked against them. It even feels like eventual truce they achieved was build solely on the fact that they aren’t likely to meet any time soon.

The outcome, or actually my take on this

It’s not easy to sum up something this messy. But hey, that’s the idea: to review the relationship and figure it out.

If you take out all the heroic stuff and the fact that Peter lives in space, this reminds me of a romcom. Two college students with their respective groups of friends, and their own separate lives, meet each other and fall in love (I bet there’s a ton on fanfiction on the matter). If that had been the case, this relationship could’ve actually worked well. I think they do make a good couple. And if you just give such a couple some time to grow together, they will. In fact, I have a very good real-life example of a similar relationship. Sure, unlike Kitty and Peter, those two don’t have the weight of the galaxy and mutantkind on their shoulders, but underneath all that the problems are still the same. And it’s possible to work through them.

It’s the bigger problems (and I don’t mean Bendis or Sam Humphries) that break up Kitty and Quill. It’s their sense of what is important, and in a way their immaturity and pettiness.

Him forgetting her birthday? Her stealing his identity? Okay, I totally see where she was coming from. Ruling a planet is hard and all, but come on…

Regardless of how you imagine their break up really went (Kitty is an unreliable narrator), it did happen.

They’re over, and as far as I know, many fans prefer it that way.

To me, however, they’re a good example of two characters who seem like a good idea but don’t actually work. And you know what? These things happen in life as well, so I can’t hold a grudge against writers for throwing them together. Quite the opposite.

#star-lord #kitty pryde #peter quill #shadowcat #x-men #xmen #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #marvel #marvel comics #marvel ship #comics #comicships #long reads #kate pryde #star lord

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Lost Without You - Florian Munteanu | Part 4

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to be up! Tbh I don’t know how I’m gonna end this story, happy or sad ending? Long or short series? I have to figure all of that out but for now, enjoy 😉

Warning: mention of alcohol

Taglist: @designerwriterchic @eversionic

Previous part

Back to Y/N’s POV

“Yes Pete, you look good can we now go?” Ellie said rolling her eyes at the third outfit your other best friend tried.

“I need an honest opinion! We never know maybe I’ll find a cute guy there!” Ellie sighed at his statement, but you found it funny.

“It’s not like you’re gonna find the love of your life there.” Ellie replied and you couldn’t help but agree with her statement. Peter looked at the both of you with an exaggerated shocked expression on his face with made you laughed once more. “Now let’s go!” Ellie exclaimed and soon you were all heading to the club. You were wearing a black playsuit with a pair of black converses. You felt like it’s been a while since the last time you took care of yourself and the way you looked, and it felt good. You lightly did your make up, which consisted of mascara and eyeliner. When you arrived there and waited in the queue, you could hear the loud music playing from outside. Peter turned to face Ellie and you before speaking.

“I can’t freaking wait! It’s been forever since the last time we did that.”

“True! And you” Ellie was now looking at you, “are going to spend an awesome night!” You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m planning on it.” You replied and soon you were inside the club.

It was a huge club, probably the biggest of the city. Only laser lights with different colors could help you navigate throughout the crowd. People were drinking by the bar or by the booths, others were dancing or just talking. You looked around you and couldn’t help the growing smile on your face. Think about anything else but having a good time you said to yourself before following your two best friends to a booth.

“Be right back, I’m gonna order us something to drink.” Ellie told the both of you before disappearing in the crowd. You were jamming on the music when Peter came close to you to speak near your ear.

‘How do you feel?”

“Not bad actually, I need to turn my brain off for the night.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He gave you an encouraging smile before singing along the song. When Ellie was in sight, your eyes widened at what she had with her.

“Seriously? Vodka?” You said in an amused way. “You girl need to let you go for tonight so yeah Vodka, but don’t worry I got sodas as well.” She replied and put the bottles on the table, proud of herself.

“Someone has to drive remember? And it was my turn.” You announced, clearing their memory.

“Well, the plan has changed, it’s my turn now.” She told you and you found it cute how she wanted you not to overthink about the recent events. You poured yourself a small drink and Peter followed you right after.

You weren’t the kind of person to go dance in the middle of the dancefloor because you hadn’t enough courage to do it but eventually, when you heard Nice for What by Drake being played you couldn’t help but go there. The only drink that you had gave you enough courage to forget about the people around you.

“Come on guys! That’s my song!”

“Alright I’m coming!” Peter said standing up. Ellie was too busy talking with a random guy so the both of you went dancing.

You and Peter were having so much fun dancing that during that moment, you forgot about everything. You thought that you couldn’t do it, but you did. The two of you were laughing and singing along the song and it felt good, just like the good old days. You were so much into it that you didn’t notice when Peter stopped following you. When you looked at him, he was longer singing but starring at something behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Peter, moving your hand in front of his face. His eyes leaned back on you.

“Don’t look behind you.” You did what you were told not to, and you wished you would have listened to him. At the VIP section was standing Florian. When your eyes caught his, you immediately turned back at your best friend, with a different facial expression.

“It’s okay Y/N just keep dancing and don’t mind him.”

“Too late.” You replied to Peter, walking away from the dancefloor. He followed you but you stopped him.

“I need some air, I’ll be alright don’t worry.” You gave him a shy smile and made your way outside. It was chilly and you wished you would have taken your jacket with you, but you decided not to go back inside to take it. You crossed your arms and tried to think about something else and get back in the mood you were when you first arrived when you heard a familiar low voice say your name. “Hi” you replied, looking at him and then right in front of you.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Me neither.” You replied looking at him but quickly avoided his eyes. It was hard. Hard to be distant from the man you loved but you needed to be sure. You didn’t want to get hurt again, especially from him.

“Here,” Florian started putting his jacket around your shoulders, “you must be cold.” He wasn’t wrong, you were cold, almost freezing and you were glad of what he did.

“Thanks.” You said, looking at him adjusting his jacket on you. At some point, his eyes caught yours and it felt like the world stopped, as if it was only the two of you. Neither of you said a word but kept staring at each other. He was looking at your eyes and sometimes at your lips, getting closer to you. You knew what was coming and you were surprised at yourself by also getting closer to him and before you felt his lips on yours, you stopped, feeling his breath on your face before stepping back.

“My friends are waiting for me inside, I better go.” And without losing any time, you got back inside, your heart beating swiftly.

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu imagine #florian munteanu x reader #florian big nasty munteanu #big nasty #florian munteanu fanfic #florian big nasty munteanu fanfic #florian big nasty munteanu imagine

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Dreams

(Because tumblr decided to lose Dreams an Nightmares for no reason I have to reupload)

“Yknow, life’s pretty awesome. Who knows what could happen? We could go to a party, watch a movie, hang out with your friends, eat out... what if something big happens tomorrow? You rescue a puppy off the side of the road, and it turns out that it has puppies, and now you’re a dog grandpa. Or they discover an ancient castle in... some place that has castles....” Roman rambled off predictions. It was he and Thomas’s nightly routine, at least on good nights, on bad nights Virgil might take the shift. But Roman cherished his turn each time, predicting the events of the next day, week, year. It helped Thomas get to sleep, like a bedtime story.

“Thanks Ro.” Thomas yawned and rolled over. In a few moments his breathing deepened. Roman smiled and sunk into Thomas’ mind, energized by a job well done.

He looked around the hall. He didn’t feel tired. Usually if the sides didn’t feel tired at night it meant that they had a shift with... the prince gasped and looked down the hall. Sure enough there was a black and pink door sparkling at the end of the hall. Unlike the side’s rooms, this one only showed up to a side when it was their turn, or if they’d been given specific permission. Roman squealed. He hadn’t been there in weeks. He trotted down the hall eagerly and knocked on the door.

“Ugh, What? I’m working.” An annoyed voice spoke muffled through the door.

Roman smirked and leaned on the door.

“Fine then, I’ll just party all night all by myself.” There was silence a moment. The door flew open and Roman fell into the room. The door-opener sidestepped just in time.

“Watch it, you almost made me spill!” Roman looked up at a leather sleeved hand held out. He grabbed it and was pulled up quickly, almost wrenching his shoulder.

“Okay, ow...” he rubbed his wrist.

“Where have you been you bitch, It’s been so boring around here!” Remy pulled the prince into a hug. “What were you thinking leaving me so long?!”

Roman chuckled and shoved him. “You know if I had a choice I’d be here every night Rem.”

“Okay, OKAY, this is a big night, I’ve got some microwave popcorn in the kitchen, two new nail polishes, and I can queue up some Queer Eye, this is OUR night girl!”

He clipped his sunglasses on his shirt revealing winged eyeliner that none of the other sides could pull off if they tried. “Cmon lets fucking party!”

Roman grabbed his friends shoulders. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Um...drinks?”

“The reason I’m here?”

“To.....party...?”

Roman rolled his eyes. He loved Remy but he could be an airhead a lot of the time.

“Dream mode? Dreams? We need to make a dream.”

Remy blinked. “Well duh, I knew that, we’ve got all night.”

Roman sighed. “You know if we put it off you’ll end up dragging me into the best night of my life and Thomas will go without any dreams for another month.”

“Uuuuuugh!” Remy groaned dramatically. “Who shoved that stick up your ass?” He raised a brow and smirked. “Our Friend Lo~”

“Shut up!” Roman shoved him into the couch. He giggled evilly. “Cmon girl, liven up, live a little!”

Roman rubbed his eyes. It’s times like these he hated, acting like the adult. Who else would be lively enough to tell him, Prince Roman, to liven up? “Fine, why not?” He threw his coat and sash off. “Let’s have some fun first.”

Four episodes of Queer Eye and six collective wines later, Roman stood up. He swayed on his feet a bit. “Dreams! Dream time!”

“Aw, Cmon, my third coat’s nearly dry, give it a minute!” Remy blew on his dark pink nails. Roman touched his cherry red gloss to make sure it was dried.

“Okay, a minute.” He slumped on the couch and watched Remy.

“So what’s been up with you Remington? Whats the deal with the old REM cycle? What’s he been up to?” He turned himself so his knees hung on the back of the couch.

“Not much. Works been kicking my ass. Thomas has been trying to ‘reestablish a healthy sleep schedule” or some shit. It’s haaaard.”

“Does that have to do with the lack of dreams?”

“Yeah, he’s been pretty drained, deep sleep mode. Dreamless, Dark, boring.”

“Sounds gross.”

“Understatement much? It’s literally hell.”

Roman laid back and sighed.

“They dry?”

Remy touched his nails. “Looks like it.” He shoved up from the floor. “Yknow what? Let’s make this dream one to remember, go batshit crazy, more than usual, who’s gonna stop us huh?”

”I’m supposed to be the one coming up with the great ideas!” Roman stumbled to his feet.

“Tough bitch, Cmon!” Remy grabbed his wrist and dragged him into a black room. The door closed behind them, disappearing and leaving them in a blank space. No floor or walls, nothing but them. He waved his hand and a file drawer extended from the nothing. Roman peered over his shoulder.

“So what do we have to work with tonight?”

Remy pulled out a stack of folders. “Here’s all we have from this month.” He pulled out the first. “Ah! His aunt got a new puppy-“

“Oh my god YES! Have you SEEN her her name’s Lucy! She’s the sweetest thing!” Roman gushed.

“So... I’m guessing we’re using this one?”

“Uhdoy!” Roman grabbed the folder. He reached in and pulled out a coffee colored yorkiepoo. “And what if she was... horse sized?” He resized the puppy and squealed. “Cute! And now she’s blue!” He patted her belly and her fur faded to blue.

“Oooh fun, I love it, another!” Remy pulled out the next folder and checked the title. “His friend just introduced him to a guy from her yoga class who he thought was kind of cute but would never care or find any reason to act on.”

“He shall ride the dog! And he’ll be wearing a tux!” Romans pulled the man from the folder and customized his clothes. The man jumped onto horse Lucy, who roared like a lion in response.

“Love it, love it!” Remy pulled the next folder out. “Some random lady working the front desk at his doctors! Her face could be used for anything.”

“Hmmm... save that.”

Remy put the folder back. “What about that cookout he went to where he was eaten alive by bugs?”

“Perfect! Our antagonist! Roman plucked a handful of gnats from the folder and blew them up to the size of softballs, sending them to battle yoga boy and horse Lucy.

“Getting there! What else?”

“He had dinner with his mom recently...”

“Aha!” Roman pulled Thomas’ mother from the folder. He took the secretary and assigned her the role of mother. “His Mom is now the secretary!”

“Okay, Okay! Now? This next one is the entire layout of that cabin he vacationed to in sophomore year!”

“Perfect! I’ll meld it with his own house! We have our setting! Now for the plot!”

“Um... we have either ‘the video is going to be up late’ or ‘the fish I was served at a restaurant recently still had the head.’”

“The second one is juicer! The fish is still alive somehow and he feels the need to take it to the ocean!”

“Why would he-“

“Logan isn’t here! Now, I need one more person!”

“I have...” Remy spread the remaining folders out on the floor. “‘Red haired man he saw on the sidewalk on the drive to Joan’s house’, ‘Amethyst from Steven Universe’, and ‘Junior year Algebra 2 teacher’.”

Roman pulled out Amethyst. “Perfect! Her new name is Carol, and she’s yoga boys big sister! Should we see from her view in first person, or watch her antics in third person?”

“Um...” Remy thought. “Both?”

“GENIUS!” Roman conjured a keypad and typed up a quick script. “Aaaaand done!”

Remy locked in the dream and hit play. He quietly led Roman out and shut the door. “Cmon, we’ll miss it!” He pulled the prince back to the couch and shoved him into the cushions. He turned on the tv and the dream played out onscreen. Roman beamed at his masterpiece. As Thomas dreamt, Remy conjured face masks and frappuccinos. Roman dozed off. Tipsy Remy tried to find out how many popcorn kernels he could balance on his friend’s face. In a few hours the dream finished. lights dimmed. Remy shook Roman awake. “Rise and shine RoRo, he’s waking up.” The prince blinked awake.

“Oh...”

“Lunch this Friday? We need to keep in touch better.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Now get out of my room.” Remy pointed Roman to the door with a manicured finger.

“Bye bitch.” Roman saluted him with two fingers before stepping through the door. It disappeared behind him. He yawned and went to check on the waking Thomas. He rose next to him, sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal.

“Oh, hey Roman! I just had the weirdest dream...”

#roman sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders

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hysterialevi · 6 years

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Legend pt. 1

Author’s note: WELL, it’s been quite some time since I last wrote about Cobblebats (or a sane Bruce), but we’re finally back and I’m super excited to get started. Thank you so much for the support you gave me during Lotus; I really appreciate you guys staying around for all these stories, and I hope you’ll enjoy this one as much. Stay awesome.

From Oswald’s POV

21 YEARS AGO

COBBLEPOT PARK

The tall boy threw his fist across my face, landing a heavy blow on the bone as pain throbbed throughout my entire cheek. Regardless of how hard I tried to defend myself, or how hard I fought back, my opponent always seemed to be two steps ahead of me...and it was humiliating.

I instantly tumbled to the soaked ground due to the impact, causing the other kids around us to laugh as he taunted me with a sneer.

“What’s the matter, Cobblepot?” Joseph asked. “Can’t go crying to your mom now that she’s in Arkham? I’m not surprised, to be honest. Everyone knows your family’s full of fuckin’ lunatics,” he threw another punch at me, grinning deviously. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

I would’ve been lying if I said Joseph didn’t just strike a nerve, but I knew that was his intention. I knew that was what he wanted.

Joseph was always targeting me -- whether it was at school, at the park, or even on my own goddamned doorstep -- and he used me as a way to make himself feel better. It was straight up torture to put up with him.

But no matter what, I had to remember what Bruce told me. I couldn’t let it get to me. I couldn’t allow him to keep hurting me. I had to stand up to him.

Spitting blood onto the mud below, I slowly pushed myself up, my limbs quivering with strain as I tried to rise to my feet.

“Oh no, no...” Joseph said in a condescending manner. “I don’t think so.”

With a simple, strong kick, he aggressively jabbed the tip of his shoe into my stomach and sent me staggering into the dirt once again as I coughed heavily, struggling to catch my breath.

“Well, go on, then,” he teased as he watched me roll around. “Get up, Oz. If you’re so damn tough.”

Another kick. To ensure I’d stay down. I felt like I was going to be sick now.

“Look at you!” The bully jeered obnoxiously. “You’re so weak it’s embarrassing. Nothing but a little bitch with a boozed-up dad. Isn’t that right, Oz?”

He crouched down to my level and leaned in, smirking arrogantly as he gripped the back of my collar.

“You’re a bitch,” he growled. “You hear that? My bitch. And if you ever try to forget it, I’ll come back and remind you. Maybe I’ll bring some friends along, too. Depends on how you behave. So stay in your place, and be a good boy. All right?”

I glared at the bully, staring him straight in the eye with a glower as I wiped the blood from my mouth.

“...Fuck you, Joseph.”

He chuckled, clearly annoyed by my response. “Oh, yeah?”

Joseph flipped me over and took a handful of my shirt, pinning me down as he slammed his fist directly into my nose with a sickening crack.

I let out an agonized shout and fell limp on the ground, completely drained of all energy as hot blood streamed down my face.

“How’s that?” He goaded. “Teach you to be a smartass.”

Turning to his friends, Joseph gestured them to leave and began to saunter away from the scene, glancing back at me with a snicker.

“C’mon,” he beckoned. “Let’s get outta here. I think this shithead’s learned his lesson for now. But we’ll be back.”

Leaving me alone in the ruffled, flattened grass, Joseph casually strolled off as if nothing happened while I clutched my wounded nose, writhing in the mud out of discomfort.

Why was it always me? I thought to myself. Why couldn’t I just be left alone?

My entire family was falling apart as if we had suddenly been forgotten, and these days, the name “Cobblepot” was nothing but a joke in Gotham. No one took our family as seriously as they used to, and even less wanted to be associated with us. Instead, everyone in my school just acted like my we didn’t even exist anymore.

Everyone...except for Bruce. He was the only one I could count on.

Bruce would protect me from Joseph and any other bullies, keep me company when my parents were absent, and stay in touch even though the rest of the school ridiculed me. He didn’t care what other people thought about our friendship, or about the rumors circling around.

We had a close bond between us, and that was all that mattered to him. Bruce refused to let my dad’s reputation alone destroy everything we had.

...And that was why I loved him.

Maybe not in the same way most people used that word, but there was definitely a deeper connection holding us together than just a mere “friendship.”

We were family. And I hoped we would stay that way forever.

Interrupting my thoughts, a boy suddenly called out to me from a distance -- as if on queue -- and made me forget all my troubles for a moment as I turned to see who it was.

“...Oz?” He asked. “Is that you?”

Not too far away from my location, I saw none other than Bruce himself entering the park as he greeted me from the other side of the gate, softly tapping his umbrella on the metal to get my attention.

“Bruce!” I exclaimed out of relief, my voice slightly trembling. “There you are. I...I’m glad you’re here.”

My friend took a closer look at me, clearly shocked by the fresh wounds on my face.

“Jesus -- what on Earth happened to you, Oz?” He leaned in, taking on a more serious tone. “...Did Joseph come after you again?”

I nodded silently, trying to pretend as if it didn’t bother me that much.

Bruce let out a sympathetic sigh, lightly gripping onto one of the gate’s bars.

“I’m sorry, Oz. I wish I could’ve gotten here sooner. You don’t deserve to be treated this way, and I don’t know what else I can do to help. There’s only so much that’ll keep Joseph away.”

“It’s all right...” I reassured quietly, “the fact that you’re here is enough. And besides, this is my fight to finish. Not yours. I swear, Bruce, I’m gonna smash Joseph’s damn face in someday. And then he’ll regret everything he’s done to me.”

Bruce seemed slightly alarmed by that.

“The worst thing you can do is become him, Oz,” he reminded. “Joseph goes around and preys on anyone who’s smaller than him. He drags them down to his level. You’re better than that. Never forget it...okay?”

“...Okay, okay.” I reluctantly agreed, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re right.”

“’Course I am,” Bruce joked, changing the subject. “Anyway, you need to get up now.”

I quirked a brow. “What d’you mean?”

He tapped his umbrella on the gate again.

“You need to get up.” He said a second time, without explanation.

BLACKGATE PRISON

MODERN DAY, NIGHTTIME

“...Get up, Cobblepot!”

A loud, metallic cling echoed throughout the cell, causing me to jolt awake. I lay still for a moment, confused at what was going on.

“C’mon, prisoner!” The guard repeated, his voice growing increasingly agitated as he banged his baton against the bars. “I won’t say it again.”

I sluggishly rose from the bed and stretched my arms, rubbing my eyes as a fatigued yawn escaped me.

I glared at the guard with a squinted gaze, blinded by their flashlight.

“Fuck’s sake...” I mumbled out, “...what is it? The sun ain’t even up yet. ...Or were you just gettin’ lonely?”

The guard scoffed at that and roughly slid the door open, beckoning me.

“And the other guards said you were charming.”

Tearing myself away from the comfort of the bed, I sauntered over to him with a loose posture as I gave him a lazy frown.

“I’m much more of a gentleman when it’s not four in the morning. What's goin’ on?”

Shoving me forward, the guard began to explain things along the way as other prisoners eyeballed us from their own cells, curious about what we were doing. Despite it being the middle of the night, not many of the inmates actually appeared to be asleep.

“You’ve got a visitor.” He said plainly.

“A visitor?” I questioned, surprised by the answer. “At this time? What do they want?”

The guard pushed me around a corner.

“You can ask them yourself when we get there. Now be quiet.”

“All right, all right...” I chuckled. “I’m just curious, is all. Not really many folks in Gotham who’d like to pay me a visit.”

The guard’s brow furrowed. “I’m starting to see why.”

“Cranky, aren’t we?” I remarked. “You sure another guard didn’t lose their baton up your arse?”

“I mean it, prisoner,” he warned. “Be quiet.”

I sighed out of annoyance. “Fine...have it your way. Just tryin’ to make conversation.”

The guard led me down a spiral staircase, taking me to the first floor as we headed for the visiting room.

“Oh, trust me,” he replied, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

VISITING ROOM

Wandering into the empty space, the guard stayed behind as I approached my guest who was sitting alone at one of the tables with nothing but a pair of files in front of them. They looked like a relatively young man -- probably around the same age as me -- and wore a neat suit along with a device in their ear.

I didn’t recognize his face, and I certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone, but clearly, this man wasn’t just some random nobody. The prison guards would’ve never let him in during this hour, otherwise. So who was he?

As curious as I was to see what this stranger wanted however, the secrecy of this arrangement also had me on high-alert. I had to be careful.

“Erm...” I cleared my throat, “...hello?”

The man turned to look at me. “Ah, there you are,” he casually gestured at the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat. There’s much we need to discuss.”

Despite my hesitance, I complied nonetheless and decided to play along with the man for now, admittedly hooked with interest.

“Mind tellin’ me your name, first?” I asked.

The man refused.

“Who I am is of no importance. All you need to know...is who I represent.”

“And that would be...?”

He rested his elbows on the table, looking me straight in the eye. “The Agency. Or, more specifically, the director of the Agency. Amanda Waller.”

I furrowed my brows. “The Agency? What do they want with me?”

The man slid one of the files in my direction, urging me to open it.

“A profile of Bruce Wayne,” he explained as I flipped through it. “I understand you know him well.”

“...Yeah,” I confirmed in a somewhat regretful tone. “We was close as kids. Inseparable. Thought we’d stay that way, too.”

“And now?”

I shut the file closed, not wanting to look at Bruce anymore. He and I already had enough bad memories together. I didn’t need to think about them any further.

“Now...” I continued, “we’re like strangers. Everything I thought I knew about Wayne turned out to be a lie. In the end, he was just as bad as his father.”

The man seemed unconvinced. “Oh, I’m sure you know him better than you think.”

Switching out the files, he gestured for me to read through the second one as he observed my every move, obviously scheming something that he had yet to expose.

“It’s Batman.” I said, scanning over the first page.

“You’re familiar with him, too, aren’t you?”

I laughed at the understatement. “Familiar? I almost killed the bastard. Almost. Other than that, there ain’t much to say about the vigilante. He’s not exactly an open book. ...Why? What does Waller want with these people?”

Retrieving the file, the agent stacked them together in a neat pile and put them aside for the moment, getting right to the point. There was a certain look in his eyes that unsettled me. A look that said he knew something I didn’t. Half of me wanted to hear what it was, but the other half dreaded the forbidden information. After all, there was a reason people had secrets.

“Tonight,” he began, “I’ve presented you with the profiles of two very prominent citizens in Gotham. However...we have only discussed one person.”

I sat there in silence, trying to process what the agent just told me.

“...Wait, what are you...”

He appeared amused by my shock.

“I understand it’s hard to comprehend. It wasn’t too long ago that I was in the same position as you.”

I combed a hand through my hair and shook my head, still in disbelief.

“No, no, no. That can’t be right. They’re nothing alike! Bruce Wayne is just some playboy billionaire who got rich off his father’s crimes, and Batman is...well, Batman. He fights criminals, fights for ‘justice.’ Something Wayne knows nothing about. And you’re tellin’ me...they’re the same person?”

He nodded firmly. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

I let out an overwhelmed sigh, suddenly feeling the need to go back to sleep.

“...And why tell me all this? Why give me this kind of info? This isn’t something you’d just reveal to anyone -- if what you’re sayin’ is true.”

The agent pushed the files towards me. “Because Director Waller has a job for you. See, the Agency has been watching your moves for quite some time now, Oswald. We know about everything you’ve done -- from your blackmailing Hamilton Hill...to the disfiguring of Harvey Dent. There’s not a thing on your record we aren’t aware of. Though, Waller believes we can add to that list.”

I decided to hear him out. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of John Doe by now. Or ‘the Joker,’ if you prefer. He’s proven to be a menace these past few weeks, and the Agency is doing everything they can to detain him. Unfortunately, there’s just one problem.”

“Let me guess,” I said sarcastically, “it's Wayne?”

“Yes,” the agent replied, “but not in the way you’re thinking. Wayne is protecting John Doe. Hiding him. For whatever reason, he absolutely refuses to hand the man over to us...and you know how hard Batman fights. He’s caused more than a handful of troubles for Waller. Not to mention Gotham.”

“And how do I fit in all this?”

The man lowered his voice slightly, giving me an emotionless expression.

“You...are going to kill Bruce Wayne.”

I blinked a few times, bewildered by the response.

“...I’m sorry, you want me to assassinate Batman?”

The agent chuckled. “Don’t sound so modest. Waller thinks you’re capable, and she’s not easily impressed. Besides, you said it yourself. You almost killed him once before. Our organization sees you as our last chance of getting Batman out of the way, and locking John Doe up for good. We need your help.”

I rubbed my chin out of thought. “I see. And what if I say no?”

He persisted. “You don’t have a choice.”

I shrugged. “Pfft, guess I should’ve seen that coming. ...All right. I’ll do it. Ain’t like I’ve got other things to fill up my schedule. Very well. Where d’you want me to start?”

“Try distracting Batman,” he recommended. “If you can get his attention away from Doe for long enough, it’ll give us a window to act. But you have to be discreet. Understand? We don’t want Batman to know we’ve sent an assassin after him just yet.”

I nodded. “Leave it to me.”

The agent rose from his chair and straightened his suit, preparing to leave as dawn crept over the horizon.

“Very good,” he said, sounding pleased for the first time. “The Agency looks forward to working with you, Oswald. Don’t disappoint us...but I’m sure a man of your talents doesn’t need to worry about that. I’ll see you again soon.”

Just before he left, the agent looked back at me to say one last thing.

“Oh, and I’d pack your things if I were you. This is the final night you’ll be spending in Blackgate, after all. So, savor the moment. While you still can.”

I laughed. “On the contrary, I’ve been wanting to leave ever since the day I arrived. The Agency can’t get me out of here fast enough.”

The man smiled subtly, disappearing into the night’s darkness as he waved a short goodbye.

“We already have.”

#telltale games #telltale batman #the enemy within #bruce wayne #oswald cobblepot #john doe #joker #cobblebats #batjokes #fanfic #story

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benfeldman · 6 years

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here comes the jackpot question in advance

summary: The one where Dan thought Phil hated him, so he hated Phil right back.

wc: 7.5k

tags: teenager au, new year’s eve, enemies to friends to lovers (in a way)

tws: underaged drinking, swearing (lots of it,,)

a/n: i wrote this lil diddy in the space between christmas and new year’s, aka when time doesnt feel real. my only betas were spellcheck and grammarly so sry if there are mistakes. im a sucker for enemies to lovers and teenager tropes,, what can i say.

read it on ao3 if that’s more your jam

Of all the places in the world, the last place he wants to be seen is McDonald’s. Dan’s exhausted from work and he just wants some chicken nuggets and an iced coffee, some comfort food to get him through the rest of the day. It’s super busy, so the possibility of him seeing someone from school is high, unfortunately, but he’s just come off of work which is killing him slowly so the risk is worth it. While he waits in the queue he mindlessly scrolls through Twitter.

It’s been a pretty fine holiday, as far as things go. Not too exciting, but nothing traumatic or particularly harrowing, either, which in his family is somewhat surprising. And it’s been nice getting to avoid schoolwork and classmates for a while, as the halls of sixth form can be crowded with some right pricks. In fact, there’s one prick in particular he hasn’t missed one bit, and as he sees him on his Twitter feed he’s reminded of how glad he is not to have to be in his presence every day.

The only reason he doesn’t have Phil Lester blocked and muted is because he doesn’t want to seem petty. All of his friends seem to like Phil just fine, but they also know that Dan isn’t exactly his number one fan. However, the last thing Dan wants is to cause drama where there doesn’t need to be, and a single tap of the ‘block’ icon could put him in a world of unnecessary trouble. But that doesn’t change the fact that Dan Howell, from the bottom of his heart, hates Phil Lester.

Though, surprisingly, no one else seems to. It seems like Dan’s the only one who can see past his persona of Mr. Perfectly Quirky and Funny and into who he really is. He’s not that funny, and he acts like he’s the smartest kid in the entire world but surely, he must not know everything, despite his best attempts to make everyone think so. Seriously, he’s always the first to raise his hand in chem, spewing facts left and right, which makes him the worst lab partner in the entire world. Phil always has to double check Dan’s work even though he’s right on all his arithmetic ninety-five percent of the time, he always makes some comment about how Dan’s handwriting is getting messier by the week, and worst of all, he’s never wrong. That’s what sucks about it. Phil Lester is never wrong. He’s perfect.

And he makes Dan feel like an idiot. Sometimes, it feels like he’s going out of his way to purposely paint Dan as this huge moron, which he knows he isn’t, but it’s hard not to feel that way around Phil. Perfect Phil, with the perfect hair and perfect life and the brightest eyes and the best jokes, who always manages to make Dan trip over his words and say the wrong thing, something stupid. He's always quick to point out Dan’s mistakes. Which, obviously, makes him feel great.

Yeah, well, out of sight, out of mind. Dan scrolls past and tries not to think about him. Why do people even retweet his stuff, anyways? He’s not that funny, but the whole school seems to think he’s some sort of comedy king or something, which gets old really fast, in Dan’s opinion. He’s a smartass, that’s what he is.

Dan finally gets his order in and moves to the side to wait for his food, when the voice he least expected to hear sounds from behind him.

“Dan?”

Sure enough, Dan turns around, and Phil sort of materializes before him, in a hoodie and skinny jeans and, funnily enough, glasses. Dan’s not a confrontational person. He’s not. Never has been. He tends to internalize his seething rage against Phil. Usually, it works. “Hi there,” Dan replies, and thus continues his long list of dumb things he says in front of Phil.

“Small world, eh?”

Dan shrugs. “I suppose.”

Silence. Then, “You getting food?”

“Yep.” Dan takes a breath. “You?”

“Yeah. But not for me. My brother’s been a bit under the weather since boxing day and he asked that I go get him some extra crappy food to help him feel better.”

Of course Phil’s not getting McDonald’s for himself. He’s way too perfect, way too healthy, for that. When doesn’t he have a pedestal to stand on? “Cool,” Dan says instead. “I mean, not about your brother. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

Phil laughs. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. How’s your break been?”

“Alright. A bit dull, I guess. But sometimes it’s better if nothing happens rather than something bad, right?”

“I agree. You never know when loose cannon racist Uncle Joe is gonna ruin Christmas dinner, right?”

“I’ve been there one too many times.”

“Same.”

Could it be true? Could Dan actually be getting through a conversation with Phil Lester without making a fool of himself or wanting to strangle him to death or both? Only time would tell, he reasons, but still. So far, so okay. “Get anything good for Christmas?” Phil asks.

“My brother and I got a Switch for Christmas, and we’ve both been playing it a lot. At least, when I’m not at work.”

Phil gasps. “No way! We did too!”

“That’s awesome,” Dan replies, a grin spreading across his face. “What games do you have?”

“So far we’ve just got Super Mario Odyssey, but we also really wanna get the new Zelda game so my brother can play it before he has to go back to uni.”

“I hear it’s amazing,” says Dan. “We want to get that as well.”

“Maybe if we both play it we can compare notes and stuff.”

“Yeah, maybe.” This is easily one of the longest conversations he’s ever had with Phil, and certainly the only one where he didn’t feel like self-destructing out of pure annoyance at Phil’s stupid face. The longest he’d gone without seeming like a massive idiot. Maybe there’s something about Phil wearing glasses that makes him easier to get on with.

“So, any New Year’s plans?”

“Well, I’m going to my friend Chris’ for New Year’s Eve. Since his birthday is so close, he always has a party then.” Okay, Dan, stop talking. It always really bothered him when people talked about their plans in front of others who weren’t invited. “It’s gonna be super cool, you should totally come, I mean, if you don’t have plans.” What the fuck are you doing? “He’s gonna have alcohol and stuff, too, and it’ll be legal, well, for him at least, and obviously he’ll have, like, real food too.” Are you done now, moron? “Anyways, yeah, I’m sure he’d be happy to have you, if you were interested. I mean, you probably already have stuff planned, I’m sure.” He waits for his dumb tongue to stop betraying him, and eventually, he really does stop talking, exhaling slowly. Dan, one day your mouth is going to get you killed.

Phil raises his eyebrows, but he wears a huge grin. “That sounds like fun, Dan. I’ll totally come.”

Well, Dan was eventually bound to do or say something stupid, right? It wouldn’t be a real conversation with Phil unless it ended with Phil’s superior smirk and Dan’s sinking feeling of inadequacy. “Great, cool, see you then,” Dan says. Oh my god, you fucking idiot.

“Phil!” a guy from the front counter announces.

“Oh, that’ll be my food,” Phil says, still wearing the same stupid grin on his stupid face. He pushes through the small crowd and examines his bag. Dan, in the meantime, stares back at his phone. What did he just do? It’s not as though he has a great track record for getting along with Phil, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin his friend’s party. And besides, since when did he have permission to invite random people from school to any of his friend’s parties, birthday or otherwise? Was it not a teeny bit presumptuous of him to say ‘Oh Chris won’t mind another person in his flat, where he’ll have to accommodate more space for you as well as getting even more food and drinks?’ This was a mistake. Maybe it’s not too late to rescind the invitation, to make up a fake story about how the party isn’t happening anymore. “This yours?” Phil asks, pulling Dan out of his thoughts. He hands him a bag and a coffee.

Dan grimaces. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“You must not have heard your name,” he explains. “It was next to mine, so I just picked it up.”

“Cheers,” Dan replies, but all he wants to do is melt into the floor and forget the past five minutes ever happened.

“Well, I’ve gotta run,” says Phil. “But I’ll see you New Year’s Eve, yeah?”

Now or never, Howell. “Uh, yeah. Great.”

“Cool. Bye, then!” He flashes Dan one last friendly smile before leaving. Of course, on top of it all, he gets the last word.

---

Since there’s not a lot Dan can do about it now, the next day he rings Chris to tell him about his grave mistake, to at least attempt to be a better friend.

“What’s up?” greets Chris upon answering. “Still coming to the party tomorrow, right?”

“About that,” Dan replies, biting his nails. “I kinda invited someone yesterday, is that okay? I know space can be tight but I promise I didn’t really mean to, and if you say no it’s fine, I just--”

“Dan, I’m gonna stop you right there.” He can practically hear the smirk in Chris’ voice, and he already feels a bit daft. “You’re totally fine, I promise. The more the merrier. Who’d you invite, if I might ask?”

Deep breaths. There’s no way he can phrase this without sounding like an idiot, so he might as well bite the bullet now. “Uh, you know Phil Lester, right?”

Chris actually laughs, which Dan half expected, because everyone knows they don’t like each other. Although, to be fair, he didn’t think Chris cared. “That’s who you invited?” he manages to choke out between giggles.

“Yeah, I know, shocker. Like I said, I didn’t mean to, I just felt bad because I mentioned you and stuff. It’s okay if you say no.”

“I didn’t, uh.” Chris stops. He releases another little giggle before continuing. “I didn’t mean to laugh, at least, not at you.”

“Oh, gee, thanks.” Dan rolls his eyes, though Chris obviously can’t see.

“It’s just kinda funny, because I already invited him, and as far as I know he already said he was coming.”

Dan’s eyes widen. “What the fuck?” he says, before he can stop himself. “I mean, no. Sorry, that’s not what I meant. Why did you invite him?”

“I dunno, we have Lit together and we got to talking about the break and I invited him to my party. Why did you invite him?”

“I already told you, it was a complete accident, and obviously I didn’t know he was already coming, otherwise I wouldn’t have, clearly.” Dear Christ, was he doomed to make a fool of himself every single time he was in front of Phil? Maybe the safest course of action would be to just never say anything to him or in front of him ever again. That still left the possibility of him physically doing something stupid, but at least he could minimize the damage.

“Well, either way, Phil’s already coming, so no need to worry. Anyone else you want to invite who I invited myself? PJ maybe? Or Hazel?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Dan responds through gritted teeth. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great! See ya!” Chris hangs up, and Dan can hear him laughing.

It doesn’t make sense. Why didn’t Phil say anything yesterday? Did he derive pleasure in seeing Dan make an idiot of himself? How was Dan supposed to know he and Chris were friends? It wasn’t fair, it so wasn’t fair. Can Dan not have just one day where he doesn’t make a complete joke of himself?

No, not where Phil’s involved. As long as Phil is there, Dan isn’t safe from being the laughingstock of the universe.

---

December thirty first comes around, and a big part of Dan wants to just pretend he’s sick and stay home, because he can’t stand to be around Phil or even Chris, frankly, after embarrassing himself so profusely. But that would only make him seem like a coward, and Chris would make some smartass remark to Phil and make Dan seem foolish without him even being there, so he drudges himself over to Chris’ flat, despite his wishes, and hopes for the best. For all the good that’ll do him.

Dan buzzes into Chris’ place (by now he knows the code) and treks up the stairs. Chris answers the door before he can knock and shouts, “Dan! I’m so glad you could make it!” He leads him inside. “Everyone! Dan is here!”

‘Everyone’ shouts a chorus of slurred hoorays. So the drinking has already commenced. He greets a few people, saying hi to Hazel and PJ and Louise who are deep in a very loud conversation about the new Star Wars movie, and Tom and Jack, who are locked in perhaps the most intense game of go fish Dan’s ever seen. He gets some crisps and migrates over to the couch, where he collapses. He’d been working all day long; he’s actually kind of exhausted, and doesn’t feel like socializing, especially considering how sober he is compared to everyone else. He closes his eyes. It’s too much right now.

“Hey, stranger.” Dan opens his eyes and there sits Phil, on the other side of the sofa. Great. Just what he fucking needed right now.

“Hi,” he replies.

“You seem tired.”

“I was working overtime today. I kinda don’t want to be here, if I’m honest.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Phil says, and he smiles, and it’s so genuine, too genuine, just like everything Phil does, so overly thoughtful and perfect. “Get the new Zelda game?”

“Haven’t had time.”

Phil nods. “Me neither.”

Here’s what Dan doesn’t get: Why is Phil being so nice to him all of a sudden? He usually teases Dan for getting answers wrong in class or in the labs or for his messy penmanship or whatever else he chooses after spinning the things-to-make-fun-of-dan-for wheel. He’s the basic definition of a walking dick, though no one else seems to see that, and he has no reason to be nice to Dan. So, what’s changed? Maybe he’s still feeling post-holiday forgiveness or good tidings or whatever else. Maybe he’s planning to lure Dan into a false sense of security before yelling at him for his dumb hair that he didn’t feel like straightening or his old car or the fact that he foolishly invited him to Chris’ house even though he already had every intention of going. Or maybe you think too much.

“Is work going okay?” asks Phil.

“I suppose. It’s not fun but it could be worse, and at the end of the day, a paycheck’s a paycheck. Can’t complain.”

“Right.” Phil smiles. They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the music. At any moment, their truce could come toppling down, Dan realizes. “Thanks for inviting me, by the way.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, Chris told me you were already coming, so.”

Phil smiles sheepishly, looking down at his shoes. “He did?”

“Yep. Thanks for the memo, by the way. Would have been nice to know before I, ya know, invited you to a party you were already going to, like a moron.” And just like that, the truce has ended.

“Hey! In my defense, I was really surprised that you did that, and I had no idea what to say, because it was really nice of you.” He shakes his head a little bit. “I just kind of went along with it. You weren’t, I mean, it wasn’t…” he stops. “It wasn’t moronic. Not at all. It was sweet.”

“Oh, that makes me feel loads better,” Dan scoffs. “Look, next time you wanna make a fool out of me, at least have the dignity to tell me to my face that I’m being an idiot.” Christ, he didn’t mean to sound like such an asshole. Why can’t you ever say anything right?

And, what’s worse, Phil actually looks hurt. “You weren’t a fool,” he insists. “You aren’t one, okay? And that wasn’t my intention at all.”

Right, Dan, there’s your cue to shut up now. “Oh, really? Because it feels like every time I talk you, all you want to do is make me feel like I’m nothing, like I’m a fucking idiot. So, excuse me if I thought this was just another one of your secret schemes to turn me into the laughingstock of the century.” He knows he needs to stop talking, but a huge part of him feels good for finally standing up to Phil for once in his life.

“I’ve never purposely tried to make you feel like an idiot, Dan, I promise.” His voice remains surprisingly even. “I’m sorry if you felt that way.”

Dan stares at the floor, hoping if he says nothing he can’t possibly say the wrong thing. “Me, a secret schemer?” Phil continues. “Honestly? You’re the one who doesn’t like me, Dan. I’ve been nothing but nice to you ever since we met but you don’t want to accept it, for whatever reason. Did you honestly think I was trying to trick you, or something?” Great. Perfect. Dan the Fucking Idiot strikes again. “Okay, whatever, don’t respond to me. But I wish we could be friends, Dan. You make up all these stories in your head about how much I hate you or whatever but they’re not true. They’re so far from the truth.”

“Well, great, I’m still the idiot, then.” Dan sighs and sinks into the cushions. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“No, I’m sorry, Dan,” replies Phil. “I’m sorry for lying to you about the party. Believe me, I was the one who felt like an idiot afterwards. I was way too awkward to tell you the truth so I kind of just didn’t say anything and hoped for the best. Which clearly didn’t work.”

Dan actually smiles at that, just a bit. “No, it did not,” he agrees.

“Can we just, like, start over?”

“Sure, yeah.”

“Cool.”

“Come on,” Phil prompts, sitting up. “Let’s go get something to drink. You look like you need it.”

Dan rubs his eyes and rises to his feet. “You have no idea.”

---

So it takes Dan vodka and coke to warm up to the idea of maybe being friends with Phil, but who could blame him? Everything’s happening so fast; Phil’s dragging him to the kitchen and talking to him like a pal as if the past ten minutes, or even the past few months, haven’t happened. Phil pours the bottle of vodka into a cup of soda and asks Dan what his favorite TV shows are and it makes no sense.

They’re too different, Dan always thought. That’s why they never got on, because they were so different they had no hope of ever understanding each other. It was a fruitless quest. But maybe they’re not. Phil gets a refill on his drink as well and laughs a bit and remarks that he forgot to ask Dan what he wanted, he just assumed he’d have the same thing Phil was having. Dan assures him that it’s fine and this is probably what he would have made for himself too and, maybe they’re not that different.

They move back to the couch and try to ignore the fact that everyone’s staring at them, and Dan really can’t blame them as they did just kind of have a loud fight a few minutes ago. The first sip of the drink doesn’t go down well, it never does, but it gets easier and easier and pretty soon Dan’s already starting to feel better. He knows this can’t last, because he has to drive home in about four and a half hours but for now he can pretend like the future isn’t coming. Instead of thinking about that, he and Phil just talk, they just sit on the couch and talk and it feels different and nice. That’s what he really can’t get over, most of all. Who knew Phil would actually turn out to be a nice person?

After a while, Chris decides to turn his music up, and Dan and Phil kind of have to shout at each other to be heard. “Okay, so can I just ask,” Phil starts, frowning slightly. “Why, uh, why don’t you like me? Or why didn’t you like me?”

Not really the question Dan wanted to hear, after trying to turn his opinion about Phil around. “I don’t dislike you.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.”

Dan sighs. “Fine. It’s because you don’t like me.”

“I like you,” he insists. “I’ve always liked you.”

“You don’t really act like it.”

That stops Phil short. “Well, in my defense, you’re pretty easy to tease about stuff.”

“Hey!” Dan exclaims. “That’s not very nice.”

“Trust me, it’s not a bad thing.” Phil smiles a little bit. He’s got a nice smile. He should do that more often. “I only do it because…”

“Because why?”

“Because nothing.” He crosses his arms. “Be serious, why don’t you like me?”

Dan frowns. “Well, okay, it’s just, like…” Don’t mess this up, don’t mess this up. “You’re just so fucking perfect, like all the time. You come here and you’re the new kid but you make friends effortlessly because you’re perfect and you’re smart and always say the right answers in chem which infuriates me because I used to be that kid that always knew everything but you waltzed into class and you were always right and suddenly I knew nothing . Every single day you come to class, you make me feel so stupid because you’re so smart and your hair is perfectly straight and exactly what I wish my hair looked like, and you’re just as tall, if not taller than me but you manage to make it look good, and you’re always up there on your high horse and I feel inadequate around you all the time. And it, like, never made sense to me that other people couldn’t see how too perfect you are.”

It all comes out in a complete rush, before Dan can stop himself. Instantly he knows he’s overshared, as Phil winces when Dan looks at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “I’m not perfect,” Phil finally says. “I can’t believe you think I’m perfect.”

“Well, can you blame me? I mean, look at yourself. You weren’t even at McDonald’s for you, you were getting food for your brother. Kind, thoughtful, healthy and conscientious Phil.”

Phil just shakes his head. “I can’t believe that’s why you don’t like me, because I’m too ‘perfect.’” He does air quotes around that last word.

“Whatever,” Dan mumbles. “I feel embarrassed even though I also feel like I’m right.”

“I’m furthest thing from perfect,” Phil protests. “I swear.”

“Okay, name one imperfection of yours, I dare you.”

“Fine.” Phil crosses his arms, accepting the challenge. “That day, when I went to McDonald’s. It, I…” He takes a sip of his drink before continuing. “Well, my brother wanted food, but my mom wouldn’t get it for him, and he doesn’t trust me to drive around anymore so he drove the car there, but waited in the parking lot for me to get the food, because he didn’t want to come inside himself.”

“What’s your point?”

“My parents won’t let me drive anymore, because I’ve failed my driving test three times and one time I was driving around and almost got in an accident because I’m literally the shittiest driver in the entire universe.” He sighs, and glances at Dan. “So. Strike one. I’m not perfect.”

“To be fair, no one passes their driving test the first time around. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“Okay. Fine. I wear contacts.”

“Yeah, well, I already guessed that. I saw you in glasses, remember?”

Phil’s face turns a brilliant shade of pink. “Oh, right.”

“And you looked cute in glasses, so, whatever, that doesn’t count as an imperfection. Try again.”

He thinks for a moment, then, “I dye my hair.”

“What?” Dan gasps.

“Yeah. I’m naturally a ginger but I look horrendous so, I dye it like once a month. It’s kind of embarrassing.” He takes another sip. “I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that.”

“Well, it looks great. I had no idea.”

“I’m only telling you that because I’m not sober, just so you know.”

“I’ll take it.”

Phil smiles. “But speaking of hair, I didn’t know yours was curly.”

“Oh,” Dan replies, cheeks turning red. “I didn’t have time to straighten it before going to work, and then I just couldn’t be bothered, so.” He self consciously brushes his fringe out of his eyes.

“I think it looks great.”

“Thanks.” He takes a sip. “Well, anyways, you get my point, right? You’re frustratingly perfect. It makes me want to strangle you sometimes.”

“You’ve completely misjudged me, Howell. I’m so far from perfect.”

He’s almost finished with his drink so he’s feeling extra brave, and before he knows it, he blurts, “Well, what do you think of me? You know, so I can also prove your misconceptions about me wrong.”

“I dunno. I think you’re really funny, you’ve got a sort of dark sense of humor that I like, and you’re also super passionate about your opinions, which I appreciate. Even when those opinions happen to be regarding your deep hatred of me.”

“Look,” Dan tries to defend, but Phil isn’t hearing any of it.

“No, it’s okay. You wear your heart on your sleeve. And you care an awful lot. That’s not nothing. I admire that about you.”

Dan’s heart stops in its tracks. His stomach churns. “I’m such an idiot,” he mutters to himself.

“Why, Dan?”

“I really thought you hated me,” he says quietly, wishing he could disappear.

“No, I don’t hate you, Dan. I feel like I know you, ya know? Like, I just have this feeling, like, I look at you and I know who you are. I wish I had that ability, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, you clearly had me all completely wrong in your head. But I can just see you for you. I know that you’re passionate and loyal and compelling and--”

“Guys!” Chris shouts from behind their place on the couch. “We’re about to play cards against humanity, and you have to play. Also you’re not allowed to say no because it’s my birthday.”

They begrudgingly sit around the dining table, with their friends who are all decidedly at least twice as drunk as Dan and Phil are, which is fine, but maybe a slight bit alienating. Dan’s tipsy, sure, but he’s not flat-out drunk, mostly because he has to drive home but also because he hasn’t eaten anything all day and the last thing he needs is to throw up at his friend’s place. Especially since Phil’s there, and, yeah, he really needs one more reason to feel like an idiot in front of him. But, Phil doesn’t think of him as an idiot, in a strange turn of events. He’s not one hundred percent sure that he believes him, but why would he lie?

“Do you guys need a refill?” Hazel asks them, nodding to their almost empty cups.

“I’m good, thanks,” Dan says. “I’m driving, so.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself. Phil?”

“I’m alright.”

“God, do you two even know how to have fun?” She smirks and rolls her eyes. “Whatever, more for us fun people.”

Hazel makes her leave to the kitchen to refill her drink and Phil laughs a little. The sight makes Dan’s heart rate speed up a little; Phil sticks his tongue out of his mouth and his eyes crinkle in the perfect way and all of his teeth show and okay, okay, why is he thinking like this right now? What just happened to make him notice something like that, something so trivial and inconsequential? Why has Dan never noticed that Phil’s eyes aren’t actually blue, but they’re blue and green and gold and they kind of look like a kaleidoscope?

He has to turn his mindset back around before it’s too late. “What, Goody Two Shoes Phil doesn’t want to get drunk?” Dan teases.

“Yeah, well, my parents are already mad enough at me as it is. I don’t need another reason to upset them.”

“Why are they upset with you?”

“They’re just…” He sighs. “I guess they’re not mad, they just really didn’t want me to come here, because they’re frustrated that they have to come pick me up and drive me home so late, and I guess I just feel bad, because we usually spend today together, and like, I turn eighteen in a month so it’s gonna be legal for me to drink soon, but they don’t want me to until I’m nineteen, which is bullshit, but they’re my parents, so.”

“Guys!” Chris shouts, interrupting their conversation. “Have either of you played your cards yet?”

“Fuck, sorry,” Dan apologizes. He picks a random card about George Clooney and passes it down. Phil follows suit. Chris begins to read out the cards he has, but Dan is barely listening. “I can take you home,” Dan says quietly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?” Phil asks.

“Positive.”

“Okay. I’ll text my parents.” The group laughs hysterically at one of the answers, bringing them back to reality.

“Right, I’m picking this one,” Chris announces. “Who played it?” Louise proudly raises her hand, and everyone claps.

Even though the game continues, Dan and Phil don’t really pay attention, lost in conversation with each other. It’s a bit hard to hear over the noise of drunk teens yelling dirty jokes at each other, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Dan feels relaxed around Phil for the first time ever, and maybe it’s the vodka but that’s starting to wear off in all honesty and it more just feels like Phil’s a generally nice person and he’s been missing out on him and his company since September when they met. It takes them about ten minutes to realize no one’s actually playing the game anymore and they’re instead just finding their favorite cards in the pack, trying to make each other laugh. They quietly sneak off back to the couch to continue to talk and no one seems to mind. It’s like he’s been missing Phil his whole life, like the moment they start to just talk he’s picking up from where they left off, even though really they never even started, not really.

Maybe Phil Lester the jerk wasn’t such a jerk after all.

---

Eventually, the group moves to the living room and puts on a movie, crowding the space that was previously just being occupied by Dan and Phil. But Dan doesn’t really mind, and anyways the more he talks to Phil the more he realizes that maybe his feelings of hatred were a bit misguided or maybe they were disguising themselves as hatred because he couldn’t face the truth. Now there’s something he’s really afraid to consider.

Phil gets up from his self-proclaimed spot on the couch to go to the bathroom at around eleven, when people are starting to get either drunker or more sober, waiting for the clock to strike midnight and ring in the new year. PJ takes this opportunity to slide over to press up against Dan, a huge grin on his face.

“What’s up, Daniel?” he asks. He smells overwhelmingly of vodka.

“Not much, excited for the new year, I guess.”

PJ waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “You gonna go for it?”

“Go for what?”

“Oh my god, you’re absolutely daft. Everyone knows of the tradition of kissing someone exactly at midnight on New Year’s Day, right?”

Dan freezes. “I… Who…”

“This is your chance, Dan. He likes you, I promise, just go for it.”

“Okay, you keep saying that, but I still don’t know what you’re referring to.” Though, obviously, he does. “Peej, you’re super drunk right now.”

“And you’re not?” He laughs. “You should be!”

“I have to drive myself home.”

He pulls a face. “So?”

“Right, let’s get you some water, you goof.”

He gets up to go to the kitchen and pour him a cup of water from the fridge, and when he comes back to the living room Phil’s back, deep in conversation with Hazel. He tries his best to ignore the pang of jealousy in his gut because Seriously, are you fucking kidding me? One minute you hate him and the next you don’t want anyone else to look his way? Maybe he’s always felt that way, like there’s always been some kind of underlying jealousy. But jealousy of what? His personality? His hair? His ability to make friends with all of Dan’s friends but somehow be better at it?

“Here you go, Peej,” Dan says, handing him the cup.

“I don’t want it,” he whines in response, but Dan practically forces it down his throat. He makes eye contact with Phil as he attempts to shove the cup into PJ’s hand, and Phil smiles at him and his heart explodes a little bit and, yeah, you’re an absolute gonner.

“Do it, Dan,” PJ whispers into his ear. “Do it for me, if nothing else.”

“Drink your water and I’ll think about it, arsehole.”

It works. PJ sits up straight and practically chugs the whole thing in an instant, earning him a satisfied pat on the back from Dan. He doesn’t mind playing the mom friend at parties, in fact, it makes him feel good. If he can save someone from dying of alcohol poisoning, he can justify coming to this party.

“Dan!” Phil gestures for Dan to sit next to him, as Hazel’s gotten up to get snacks.

“Having fun?” Dan asks, eyebrows raised. He’s pretty sober as far as things go but he still feels like his brain is going a bit haywire which is just great, just brilliant, because that confirms everything and why does this have to happen here, at a party in front of all his friends, on the most cliche night of the year, with music from the movie on TV swelling and laughter and drinks and it’s all just so much, it’s way too much for him right now. And seriously, of all people, Phil? Like, why couldn’t it be someone he knew and actually tolerated?

“Did you hear me, Dan?” Phil asks, bringing him back to reality.

Brilliant, fucking brilliant. What was it about Phil that always made him feel like he was one step behind, all the time? “Sorry, no, what did you say?” Seriously, can God just come smite me where I stand already?

“I said I’m having a great time. Your friends are super cool.”

“Glad you think so.” Can this not happen, please? Not now.

“And you aren’t so bad yourself.” Phil winks, and seriously, Dan feels like a year four, like a child in primary school, with a secret crush and a secret diary full of unsent love letters and this cannot be happening.

“Thanks, Phil.”

“So, any resolutions for the new year?” Phil asks.

“No, not really. What’s the point of making them if you can’t stick to them?”

Phil shrugs. “You never know until you try, right?”

“Okay, fine, what’s your resolution then?”

Phil thinks for a moment, then says, “To just be more authentic. To live a more honest version of myself, whatever that means for me. No unrealistic or unattainable goals. Just, not try to hide or fix myself in front of others. However it happens.”

Dan laughs in spite of himself. “A bit too meta for me, but the sentiment is there, I suppose.”

“I think New Year’s resolutions are fun to make, even if you don’t end up sticking to them. It’s the thought that counts, really.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about. Everything you say, it’s perfect. How do you do it?”

“What can I say? I must be born with it.” He does a fake flip of his hair and giggles. Phil needs to stop fucking giggling because it’s driving Dan insane, it’s contagious and it makes Dan laugh right along with him. Phil makes him feel so safe and warm and like he’s Dan’s missing piece and every other cliche the world has to offer him but fuck it, it’s true. And maybe he’s just completely misreading the signals and maybe Phil still secretly hates him and maybe Phil’s straight as a stick (though to be fair Dan used to think he was so that means nothing) but if he can’t say it now, when can he?

“Phil, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Dan.”

His confidence is dwindling by the nanosecond. “You’re not mad at me for being a dick to you for months, right?” Justsayitjustsayitjustsayitjustsayit--

“No, of course not. How could I be mad at you? I’m mad at myself, if anything, for being a dick to you.”

Dan opens his mouth to speak, but his words die in his throat and he knows he needs to just say it but nothing is happening.

“I wasn’t doing it with any malicious intent,” Phil continues. “It’s just that being nice to you didn’t seem to work, and it was the only other way I could think to get you to talk to me.”

“And why…” His voice is close to failing him. “Why would you want that?”

“Well, I--”

“Guys!” Chris shouts, interrupting them. “It’s eleven forty-five! Almost midnight! I’m breaking out the champagne! Come help me!”

Phil rolls his eyes and gets up with the rest of the party, which is moving to the kitchen to break out the grand finale of alcohols, the champagne. Dan tries not to feel disappointed, but then again, perhaps this is a sign. Chris pops open the bottle and everyone cheers and PJ brings him glasses. Jack helps to pass them out to everyone and Dan takes his, even though he has no intention of actually drinking it.

Chris changes the channel so they can watch the countdown live with the rest of Britain and Dan’s nerves go completely haywire. Everyone’s crowding around the TV and anticipation buzzes in the air and the guy on TV announces that there’s two minutes left until the new year begins and Phil’s on the other side of the room now and his heart hurts a bit. He puts his cup down on the side table to resist temptation. One minute left. He feels someone brush the back of his hand and it’s Phil and time slows down and the people around him fall away.

The countdown is happening around him. He locks eyes with Phil and he’s pretty sure someone just shoved a party popper into his hand but he really doesn’t care. Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen… Phil grabs his hand. Okay, okay, breathe, you need to remember to breathe, don’t fucking pass out for the love of all that is holy. Ten, nine, eight…

Now or never, Dan. Now or never. Now or never.

Five, Phil pulls him closer.

Four, Dan moves his hands to Phil’s waist.

Three, Phil moves his hands to the back of Dan’s head.

Two, Dan leans in. Or maybe Phil does. Or maybe--

One.

Shouts of joy, the mini explosions of party poppers, and choruses of “Happy New Year!” fill the room, and Dan kisses Phil. He feels soft and warm and they fit together so perfectly, and Dan pulls him impossibly close to his body and wow, why didn’t they do this sooner? It feels like fireworks, like the fireworks that are currently going off on TV, and it’s everything he could have imagined only magnified by about a million. It’s perfect. Perfect, just like Phil.

Applause erupts. Dan and Phil finally break away and see that everyone seems to be cheering for them. He completely forgot that there were other people in the room that could see them and now everyone knew. Awesome. Phil giggles and breaks the embrace, squeezing Dan’s hand instead. He’s completely and utterly mortified.

“About bloody time,” Chris remarks, shaking his head.

Dan scoffs. “Mind your own damn business.”

“Stop making out in front of everyone!” retorts Chris.

“What, we weren’t,” Dan stutters, but Phil just smiles and squeezes his hand again. Somehow, it’s not making Dan feel any better.

“Oh, leave them alone,” Louise scoffs at her friends, and soon their attention turns back to the TV, though they don’t stop laughing. Phil peers at Dan from behind his fringe and Dan can’t help but push it back a little and he can’t stop smiling and he knows he’s gone all red from embarrassment but he’s still on cloud nine. He kissed Phil. Or maybe Phil kissed him. Now he can’t really remember. It doesn’t matter, probably.

Party poppers explode and glasses clink and Dan kisses Phil again and nothing has felt more perfect in his whole life. He tastes like vodka and sugar cookies and Dan probably tastes the same and how could he have ever thought a thought as stupid as hating Phil Lester?

Phil laughs a bit, and pulls away. “My phone’s ringing,” he explains apologetically. He pulls it out of his pocket. “Fuck. It’s my mum.”

“Oh.” Dan takes a step back. “You should get that.”

Phil accepts the call while Dan sits back down on the couch. Around him, his friends start to clean up the flat. He hasn’t had a lot of time to process what just happened but now he can. Though, it’s fruitless, as he can barely believe any of this just happened.

Phil curls up next to him. “No… Mum, don’t worry… I don’t… Yes, he’s gonna take me home… I promise… Okay. Love you.” He closes his eyes and sighs. “Bye.”

A ghost of a smile remains on his face, but his eyes have lost their sparkle. “My mom wants me to come home,” he announces. “Do you still want to take me?”

“Yeah. Not like I still need to be here.”

“You’re sure you’ll be okay to drive and stuff?”

“I swear.”

“Positive?”

Dan leans in and plants a kiss on Phil’s nose. “Let’s go.”

Phil smiles and blushes. Dan’s never seen him so soft before. He’s still perfect, though. Still perfect. “Okay,” Phil whispers. “Okay.”

On their way out, Dan swears he can hear Chris whisper to PJ, “My work here is done.”

---

“Come on, slowpoke!” Dan shouts from his car, leaning on the horn. No response. Figures, the guy takes about a half hour at least to straighten his hair. And besides, he liked to make Dan wait. Annoying, since it was Dan doing him a favor and Dan asking for nothing in return. But then Phil comes bounding down the stairs and pulls the passenger’s door open.

“Right. Let’s go,” Phil commands, slamming the door shut.

“Yes sir,” replies Dan.

“Alright, alright, lose the attitude.”

“I’m your school chauffeur, I can act however I like.” He backs out of the driveway and speeds down the road to school. “By the way, we’re late. Again.”

“We’ll be fine.” He leans over the dashboard and gives Dan a peck on the cheek. “Better?”

“Marginally.”

“Whatever. You’re no fun.” Phil fake-pouts, crossing his arms and staring out the window.

Dan concentrates on the road in front of him, but a grin appears on the corner of his mouth. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘Thank you, my wonderful, beautiful, attractive boyfriend, for driving me to school every day, how could I ever repay you.’”

“As soon as I get my license, I am never driving in a car with you ever again.”

“Good to know you’ll always ride with me, then.”

Phil scoffs. “I’m telling you, the fourth time’s the charm.”

“Whatever you say, Lester.”

They’re both quiet for a bit, watching blocks and blocks of flats go by. “Thank you, Dan.”

“For what?”

Phil shrugs. “Everything?” Dan glances at him, and God he’s so beautiful, it almost hurts. Even in the early morning sun, it’s like looking into the night sky, into an entire galaxy.

“Ditto,” Dan replies. They’re almost to school, with only five minutes to spare.

“Ugh, don’t get all sappy on me.”

“What can I say? I’m a poet.”

Dan parks the car and turns to face Phil properly. They kiss, a real one this time. It’s warm. Phil pulls away slightly. “We’re actually going to be late, though.” He grabs his backpack and opens the car door.

“Your fault,” Dan replies, doing the same.

“I can live with that.”

“Yeah.” Dan leans across the car to kiss Phil one last time. “Me too.”

#phan #phanfiction #phan au #teen au #new year's eve #this is sooo so so so fluffy and sappy im so sorry #but like.... teen phan is my kryptonite what can i say #hope u enjoy #ngl..... this was alot of fun 2 write nd its not like the best thing ive ever written but..#its cute and its helping me come into my style of fiction writing so

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