#a year ago i was still wearing boy tshirts-_- last week i put all of my tshirts away in the basement🥳

[wristful]

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “ / stevie and ellie

BEFORE.

the original plan is to get andrew, head to the skatepark and see what this fine saturday morning has in store for two sixteen year old boys; technically, he's still grounded for getting caught skipping biology, but mom had a last minute emergency at the base and dad is away on a trip so. who's to know if stevie takes a little sideways tour? and this would all go to plan except for the follow: andrew isn't home and ellie is and lately, things between them have been... interesting. different.

it had started about three months ago at movie night at his house. andrew had fallen asleep and they'd just been making fun of some totally stupid b-list horror movie, messing around, and then out of nowhere. they'd kissed. suddenly. quickly. a peck really, completely chaste. but it hadn't stayed that way: two weeks later, they'd ended up kissing in the garage while looking for soda while their respective families had dinner inside. and then again at school, under the bleachers.

it's new and exciting and when stevie shows up to an empty house and ellie invites him in -- well. well.

and the kissing is incredible, it's mind blowing, it's enough to completely turn his brain smooth with zero thought to when anyone might be due home or if he should be getting home (he's sixteen, for god's sake, he's only human). but then the stairs creek and. oh.

oh fuck.

ellie practically launches herself halfway across her room and stevie scrambles over himself to grab his tshirt from the floor and his shoes from under the bed and beelines to the window -- falling out of it and landing with all the grace of a bowling ball. from the window, ellie leans out (flushed red and so unbelievably pretty) and says you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right?

PRESENT.

you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? she says it without really looking at him; she's looking at a spot over his shoulder and doesn't really seem to be expecting an answer, mouth downturned, frown in place. he's late. very late. too late to see the show or comment on the great job the gallery did or ask about any of the paintings or even see any of them. they're stood on the street with her back to the darkened gallery where the cleaners are starting to put the place back to rights. he can see people milling around and shifting things, taking some of the artwork down for packaging. it must have gone well.

his flowers are battered from the wind and rain - he'd run halfway across midtown to the last flower shop that was open in the area. the suit he's wearing doesn't fit. he reeks of cigarette smoke and beer.

he's really late. "-- i'm so sorry i missed it."

AFTER.

there are a few stragglers from the game who are thinning out and he can hear a few familiar voices; he's been cornered by one of the teachers who want to know about using the community centre for a fundraiser - for the kids who can't go to the camp, pastor steve, you know it's such an important cause and we really could use your support - and almost misses ridley on his way out. stevie ducks the conversation with a sure, thing and darts out to the floor.

willow is talking excitedly on the way out the door with andrew and izzy, dolling out offered high fives, and will is meandering in the background nearby.

stevie misses the conversation except the tail end of you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? and though ridley nods, he wonders if there won't be a last minute emergency. stevie shakes his hand anyway and gives his brother a quick hug and when their backs are turned, far enough away, stevie kisses her. "don't worry, i can put laxatives in his sauce."

[pcvensies]

*.• what do the jjk boys do when you have a nightmare.

{ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, nanami kento + female reader }

Itadori Yuuji.

Your rooms are next to each other at the school, because of you both coming in last.

Because you two didn’t know many people there, and were the new ones, you had grown very close.

That was around a year ago, and now, you two were dating.

Yuuji knew you had nightmares sometimes, being a sorcerer wasn’t easy.

So when he woke up to your pained screaming, he rushed to your room as fast as he could which was very fast!

He opened the door, and found you in your bed, your sheets all tangled, and your palm pressed against your chest as you gasped.

Your teary eyes found his figure, and his heart shattered at the sight of your terrified eyes.

He rushed to your bed, holding you in his arms as he knelt next to you.

Yuuji’s hand held your head to his chest, as you sobbed, fists clenching onto his tshirt.

“Shhh... it’s me, babe... just me princess, you and me”.

His fingers combed your hair softly, lips pressed against the crown of your head as he cooed you.

“You’re safe, okay? I’m here now, I’ve got you”.

You held onto him like if he was going to disappear, or someone was going to take him away from you, and he noticed.

Yuuji let go of you for a second, hands cupping your face as he laid down, pulling you back with him.

You rested your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

He held you in silence for a few minutes, humming little melodies in your ear, as your breathing started to match his.

“Yuuji..?” “Right here, princess”.

He looked down at you with those brown puppy eyes of his, and you felt warmth grow inside of you, calming you down.

You sniffed, and he wiped away a tear that rolled down your face, leaning down slowly to press a sweet kiss against your lips, then your nose.

His hands roamed up and down your back, his gentle touch grounding you again. He was here. Yuuji was here, and you were safe.

“I’ll always be here”, he whispered as he caressed your cheek, and your eyes closed again.

Fushiguro Megumi.

Megumi didn’t have a heavy sleep, he never has have.

So when his phone started vibrating at four in the morning, he woke up immediately.

Your name popped up in the screen, and he frowned, worry shaking away any kind of tiredness he could have in him.

“Y/n?” “...” “Babe, are you okay?”.

He was away in a mission with Itadori and Nobara, and anxiety started growing inside of his chest, knowing how far away he was from you.

His heart stopped when he heard you sob from the other side of the call.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Please talk to me, let me help you”.

His voice helped you to calm down a little, and you took a deep breath as you managed to speak.

“N-nightmare”.

Megumi sighed softly, relief filling his body, and he put the phone away from his ear.

You heard silence for a few seconds, before the Facetime screen appeared, and you picked up.

His face dropped at the sight of you, tears rolling down your cheeks and red eyes looking at him with panic.

“Do you want to tell me what happened, angel?”

You told him how you had dreamt of him dying in the mission, and your boyfriend sighed softly.

He turned on the small light besides him, and he gave you a small smile.

Your heart started beating normally almost immediately.

“Still in one piece, see?”, he reassured, giving you a soft look that was only for you to see.

You nodded slowly, arms wrapped around yourself, and he noticed you were wearing one of his tshirts.

“Smells like you... sorry I took it”.

“Don’t apologise, please. It looks better on your anyways”, he spoke softly, and smiled, “Why don’t you try to sleep again, huh? I’ll be right here”.

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to keep you awake, ‘gumi...”, you said shyly, worried that he wouldn’t rest well, and would be tired during his mission.

He shook his head, laying down again, as you did, resting his phone against the nightlight so you could still see him.

“I’ll sleep better if you’re with me, angel”.

Gojo Satoru.

Satoru sighed deeply, opening the door to your apartment and dropping his bag at the door.

It was late, almost three in the morning, and he had just arrived back from a week-long mission turned into ten days.

It got complicated, and the elders hadn’t allowed him any contact with home, as he ‘had to remain concentrated on the mission’.

He knew it was a punishment to him, but it angered him that you got some of it too.

He took off his shoes, followed by his blindfold, and he walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

That’s when he heard it, a soft whimpering coming from your shared bedroom.

He ran to the room, senses still in alert, and opened the door with a push.

Nothing was there, just you, twitching in bed as you mumbled in your sleep.

“No... No, no please... P-please don’t... Not S-Satoru...”.

Gojo walked to the bed, kneeling in front of you, and he shook you softly, hand in your forearm.

You opened your eyes at the unexpected touch, jolting up and screaming.

“Hey, hey... It’s me, little one, I’m home”, he spoke through your soft cries, as he took your hands, guiding them to his face.

Your shaky fingers caressed his skin in the dark, soon finding his hair, and then his shoulders.

A sob left your lips as you pulled him into your body, his weight making you both fall in the bed.

He turned you around, so you were on top of him, and he chuckled softly.

“Someone really missed me, yes?”, he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your head, “It’s alright, baby, really... I’m alright”.

You nodded against his chest, face buried in his clothes, and he caressed your hair gently, feeling your breathing slow down.

“They... I had a bad dream, and you... y-you... they had...”, you struggled to find the words, but Satoru already knew what you wanted to say.

His blood boiled with anger, rage for what those old bitches were putting you both through. But he simply clicked his tongue, pulling you from his chest so you could look at him.

“Here, look at me, Y/n. I am the strongest, remember?”, he asked, and you nodded slowly, “No one is taking me away from you, alright? No one, bunny”.

You nodded again, rubbing your eyes, and Gojo covered you both with the blankets as you kept looking at him, still shocked by his presence.

He looked down at you, a sweet smirk plastered on his face, and he held your chin with his fingers, pulling you closer to his face to kiss your lips.

“I’m sorry for being late, little one... I’ll make it up to you, ye-“, he started speaking, playful tone disappearing as he realised you had fallen asleep again.

“Sleep well, Y/n... I’ve missed you too”.

Nanami Kento.

It was 5 pm when Nanami’s phone rang, but he couldn’t pick it up.

He was in the middle of a mission with Gojo, fighting a special grade that had taken a school.

His eyes coloured with worry when, at seven, Ijitchi came to pick them both up, and informed him that you had called to ask for your boyfriend.

“Please, drive me directly home”, he asked, ignoring Gojo’s questions about what had happened, or if you were alright.

He knew the white haired man was being genuine in his worry for you, but he couldn’t think about anything.

When he got home, he called for you as soon as he opened the door, but you were already there.

Your frame was cuddled on the couch, a blanket over your shoulders as your head rested on your knees, which you were holding to your chest.

“Darling, what happened? Are you sick, is everything alright?”, he asked, walking to you.

You didn’t give an answer before throwing yourself onto his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you started crying.

Kento knew what had happened as soon as you did that, and he held you gently, rubbing your back with one hand, as the other pulled your legs to wrap around him.

He walked to the kitchen with you in his arms, and with one shift hand, he put water to boil.

“Do you want to tell me what you saw, my love?”, he asked gently, looking at you as he sat you on the counter, his hands brushing some strands of hair away from your eyes.

You shook your head, and he hummed in understanding, hand now on the back of your head to pull you closer.

He kissed your forehead sweetly, fingers running through your hair as his free hand held one of yours, thumb running over your knuckles.

When the water boiled, he poured it in a cup, and threw in a bag of tea and some sugar.

Kento carried you back to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap, and he held the cup for you, as your arms were still wrapped around his neck.

He wasn’t much of a talker in this situations, knowing his words were not what you needed, but his presence and touch.

He caressed your back with his free hand, and pressed another kiss to your forehead as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t pick up, darling”, “It’s okay... You’re here now, and that’s what matters”.

He rested the cup in the table, wrapping his arms around you to hold you as close as possible, and smiled when you pressed a little peck to his shoulder.

“That’s all what matters...”.

[donutloverxo]

Stevie

Authors note- listen... I'm sorry for this but at the same time I'm not. Anyway this was inspired by an arc from the anime gintama.

the female captain america graphic does not belong to me.

Do not repost or steal my works. Reblogs are welcome

Summary- Steve has been on a space mission for a week. When he gets back he's a completely different person.

Pairings- Steve Rogers x reader, Stevie x reader

Warning- smut, sex toys, bi curious reader, gender bender(Tony nat and steve get turned into the opposite sex)

Word count- 3.3k

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You had been monitoring Steve’s mission status for the past week. You were both used to the other being gone on missions. But a mission in space was something else. Steve, Tony and Nat were helping Carol out with a situation in space. Since the guardians were mia. In another galaxy. It was still hard to wrap your head around. Last you heard going to Mars was considered a huge accomplishment now people are travelling to another solar systems.

It was hard not to worry. So many things could go wrong. They could be sucked into a black hole or encounter a hostile species. You were one of the few Avengers who had never been to space. As you were blipped after the snap.

You had heard about it from Steve. He had a far away melancholic look in his eyes whenever he talked about it. You understood how hard those five years must’ve been for him. You weren’t sure if you could even last 5 weeks without him.

As much as you would’ve liked to go explore space you had decided someone had to stay home.

You were going about your night drinking some coffee to help with your fatigue in front of the monitor waiting for updates from Steve’s team. You had not left the room, you pretty much lived there. They were supposed to be home two days ago. With no updates from either of them you were at the end of your rope.

You were jolted awake when you felt your chair along with the whole room vibrating. You didn’t even realise you had fallen asleep. You rushed outside hoping that the team had made it back.

You looked at Carol approaching you from the ship landed on the compound lawn.

“Hey there”, she greeted giving you a nervous smile.

“Is something wrong?”, you asked looking at the ship hoping to see Steve come out of it.

“Well yes and no. Something happened. I’m going to need you to stay calm.”

“I’m always calm”, impatient you walked towards the ship.

You stopped in your tracks when you see three more people come out of it. Two women and a man. Confused you looked back at Carol who just smiled and shrugged.

“This must be weird for you”, you heard the man say, his hoarse deep voice say.

You looked back at the three of them and wished to pinch yourself or slap yourself, anything to wake up from this dream. You looked the three of them up and down. It wasn’t too obvious but they looked a lot like Steve Tony and Nat.

The redhead man had broad shoulders, a square jaw and a Bob haircut. He was shorter than the blond woman standing beside him.

You stopped breathing for a minute when you looked at her. She was tall, taller than any woman you’d ever seen probably taller than most men. She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Her short blond hair was slicked back. If you didn’t know better you would be scared by her sharp features but you couldn’t help look away from her piercing blue eyes. That’s when you realized.

“Steve?”, you breathed out after what felt like forever.

“No no, she’s Stevie now”, you whipped your heard to look at the short brunette woman standing behind the redhead. Her hair was short with flicks of grey. She had wrinkles around her eyes and mouth.

“Yeah and she’s Toni now. As in Toni with an i.”, she redhead said.

“What is going on here?!”, you yelled and looked at Carol for an explanation.

“Well we were on the mission everything was going quite well. But then somebody decided to make some sexist jokes.”, she gave Toni and the red head a icy stare. “So they changed these idiots into the opposite sex. To teach them a lesson. They will go back to their old selves soon enough.”

“Ok it was just a joke! How was I supposed to know they would be so sensitive”, Toni whined.

“Wait who are ‘they’?”, you asked her

“Aliens”, she answered and walked back to the spaceship “alright I have to leave good luck”

“Oh no you don’t. How are we supposed to fix this?” Toni chased behind her asking and then begging her to stay.

You looked at the red head who would most probably be Nat and then at Stevie. Not really knowing what to say your gaze went down Stevie’s body. Your eyes widened when you looked at the curve of her breasts. You couldn’t see them properly under her tshirt but you could tell that they were big. It was no surprise, Steve did always have big assets.

“Uh... can we go inside?”, Stevie asked awkwardly rubbing her forearm with her hand.

You hadn’t uttered a single word still speechless and in shock. Was this real life? You had solved so many problems, seen so many things over the years but never in your life did you think you would be here. Looking at your boyfriend or girlfriend, you couldn’t deal with the feelings emerging inside you or how much you wanted to touch her to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

You could only see her arms and face as she was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. She had a soft sheen of blond hair on her arms, not nearly as coarse as Steve’s arm hair used to be. Her arms were still muscular and definied but much more slimmer. And she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that you were complaining.

She was looking down at her thighs closing them and then opening them again, probably not sure how to sit. She looked up at you and smiled.

“How are you feeling?”, you asked her.

“Strange”, she said running her hand through her short hair. “Are you okay?”

“Well...”, you started not knowing how to finish. Would she be mad if she knew what was going on in your head? She was confused and in distress this is neither the time nor the place to have unsavory thoughts.

Nat came into the common room and plopped down beside Stevie. “I just used the bathroom. It was quite interesting.”, she said nodding to herself and staring off into space. She looked like she was contemplating her entire life.

You looked at Toni grumbling and making herself a drink. “She left. Said we’ll be back to normal by tomorrow”, she sat down on the sofa in front of you sipping her drink. She looked down at her breast before squeezing one.

“Toni!”, Stevie chastised him and looked away. You laughed at both of them, Nat and Toni joined you as laughter filled the hall.

“Imagine if Stark was born a woman”, Nat wondered.

“They definitely wouldn’t call you a playboy. They'd call you much worse names.”, you said before going back to admiring Stevie in all her glory while you had time.

“I’m going to head out. Good night kids. Pray to your gods that we go back to our old selves tomorrow”, Toni said putting her empty glass on the coffee table before leaving.

Nat yawned and stretched her back. “I’m going to bed as well. Long mission. Good night”

“So, what do you wanna do?”, you tentatively asked Stevie. You were suddenly nervous around her, the way someone would be around a new crush. You went back and forth between looking at her eyes, breasts and your lap.

“Let’s just go to bed. But... uh.. I could just sleep in the guest room if you like.” She scratched her neck blushing just like your Steve would. You smiled at her. There was no need to be nervous. This was the same Steve you knew and loved.

“No. We can sleep together. I’ve missed you”, you take her hand in yours. It felt the same but a bit different. Maybe because her hands were much smaller than Steve’s.

“I’m not me though”, she mused looking at your fingers linked together.

“I don’t mind. In fact I like it”, maybe you were being too bold but this might be the only chance you ever get.

“Oh?”, she looked at you her pink plump lips pouting. They looked even more kissable right now. Her nose was slimmer but still a bit crooked. The cute confused expression on her face reminded you so much of your Steve. Which was bizarre because she was still your Steve.

You couldn’t help it anymore, you leaned in putting your hand on the armrest for support and joined both your lips. She was stiff at first but then relaxed. You licked her lips and she opened her mouth kissing you deeply. She had missed your lips and your touch for the past week.

You broke apart after a few minutes. You looked into her eyes trying to catch your breathe. You decided to sit on her lap like you usually do. She put her hand around you as you nuzzled into her neck breathing her in. She smelled different, more feminine, but you could still smell hints of Steve’s soap and cologne.

“Are you sure about this?”, she asked intensely looking into your eyes.

You cradled her face in your hands. “I am as long as you’re comfortable. I’ve always wanted to do that. Be with a woman. Just never got the chance.”

“I... uh.. wouldn’t know what to do to”, she murmured looking away.

Steve, bless his heart, would never go anywhere near porn. He always found it too gratuitous. Never mind that the few sex tapes the two of you did make were plenty gratuitous.

No matter how much he liked to act like a boy Scout you knew all his kinks and perversions. But you had seen and read your fair share of erotica and you knew what you liked. You could make it work.

“You’ve always wanted to be with a woman?”, he asked and you nodded “you never told me that”

“I don’t know. I like women but don’t even feel like thinking about anyone else when I have you. Man or woman”, you shrugged. She blushed at that giving you a wide grin.

“Well... maybe Carol..”, you trailed off. You had developed a slight crush on her since the moment you met her. She was so fierce and strong. She didn’t take shit from anyone. You smiled at how she just left everyone here and went on her next mission to save the universe.

She was someone admirable. Or maybe it was just because she was a lot like Steve. Captain and everything.

Stevie hummed at that. She had seen you looking at Carol in adoration, her suspicions were just confirmed. She didn’t feel bad or jealous. She knew you were hers.

***

You had made yourself at home between Stevies leg while she laid her head on your pillow. She was apprehensive about letting you go down on her or see her. But you were adamant about giving her the experience of a female orgasm.

Maybe you had your selfish reasons as well. You couldn’t stop looking at her pretty pink pussy. It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You were tempted to whip out your phone and click a few pictures.

There were little dirty blond hair sprinkled around it. You wondered if you liked it because it was objectively pretty or because it was attached to the love of your life.

You smiled to yourself when you noticed it was glowing. She was probably getting impatient. She had been on a tasking mission, she deserves some relief. You were a bit anxious even if you knew what you had to do, you had never done it before. Your core tingled when you remembered the first time Steve ate you out. How you had to direct him and tell him exactly what to do. He was pretty much a pro at it now.

You licked a shy stripe up her lips. You gained a little bit of confidence when you felt her gasp and shiver. You licked a few more stripes before sucking on her clit. She seemed to like it when you did it faster so you increased your pace.

You pushed your tongue inside of her while licking her up. You decide to try incorporating your fingers as well. Pushing one and then two inside of her before thrusting them in and out with purpose.

She grunted and pushed your head back towards her core. “Shit”, she screamed as you began lapping her up again.

Steve never had any qualms about cursing during love making. It gave you great pleasure knowing you’re the only one that ever gets to see this wild feral side of him. Or her.

“Oh god”, she clutched your hair fisting them in her hand before coming all over your mouth. You lapped up everything you could.

You climbed up on your bed and looked down into her eyes. “How was that?”, you asked stroking her cheek.

“Pretty good”, she smiled up at you her blue eyes twinkling.

You raised your brows at her frowning. “Just pretty good?”

“It was perfect. But nothing different, I think”, she replied bringing your hand to her lips giving it a kiss. “Now it’s your turn”, she smirked.

“No”, you said firmly and got off the bed disappearing into your closet.

“No?”, she asked before sitting up trying to see what you were up to.

You return to your bed tying your favorite strap on to your hips and coating it with a generous amount of lube. You smirked when you looked at her staring at it. “What do you think?”

You already knew the answer to that question. You had used the very same toy on Steve’s ass more times than you could count. As much as you loved being dominated by him you also liked pleasing him, having him completely at your mercy.

She visibly gulped down. “How do you want to do it?”

“I’d like to look at your face.” You said holding her face in your hands stroking her cheeks. You push her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs. You groped and stroked her body. It was unsurprisingly as soft as you imagined it would be. You held her breasts in your hands for a minute squeezing them and stroking her nipples. “they’re so soft”, you wondered out loud.

“Now you know why I like yours so much”, she said chuckling

You squeezed her pink hard nipple between your fingers before taking it in your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“Fuck... doll I need you”, she whined grabbing your dildo lining it up to her pussy.

You released her nipple with a pop swatting her hands away. “Be patient”, you scolded. She pouted at you but kept her hands to herself.

After sucking on her breasts for a while you lined your dildo upto her pussy. You snaked a hand under her hips to pull her up towards you, just like Steve used to do with you. You needed to be as close to her as possible.

You have her an open mouthed kiss slowly pushing into her. She moaned into your mouth. You fucked her nicely and slowly. Holding her in your hands as if she was the most precious thing to you, which she truly was.

You increased your pace when you felt her moaning and grunting loudly, knowing she was probably very close. You looked down at her face scrunched up in pleasure as she came around your cock.

You had never been able to look at Steve’s face when he came, either you were too fucked out from your own orgasms or were focusing on making him last longer.

Now looking down at her, doing something that was only pleasure able for her felt incredibly intimate. It felt better than any orgasm could’ve.

You pulled out of her, taking the strap on off before cuddling with her.

“That was something else”, she mumbled feeling high from her intense orgasm.

***

Later that night you had some how convinced Stevie to let you put make up on her. She didn’t agree at first but with some pouting she was basically putty in your hands.

You lips were set in a firm straight line in concentration as you tried not to mess up her eyeliner. Her hair was incredibly short so there wasn’t much you could do with it. You wondered if she would let you take some pictures.

“So what exactly happened? Why did they turn you into women... and man”, you asked still not sure how they were able to do it.

“It was something Tony said about never understanding women and then Natasha argued with all men are the same or something along those lines”, he said a frown on his face as if he was trying hard to remember it “I was caught in the middle of it trying to get them to stop fighting” You decided to let it go for now. Maybe she’d tell you the whole story some other day.

“One good thing about this is now you can take my name”, you smiled as you imagined Steve with your last name.

“I always thought you’d take mine. I like the thought of you as Mrs Rogers”

“Oh and why would I do that? I was one of the most renowned sheild agent and I am the best avenger”,you said puffing your chest out proudly.

“You might have some competition with that”, she teased smirking at you to which you stuck out your tongue putting some final touches on her face. “I guess our kids could just hyphenate”

You gasped at that, “kids? If you think I’m having more than one child then you’ve lost your mind. You know what it’s like to have a vagina now. Imagine pushing a child the size of a watermelon out of it”, you huffed but looking at her pretty face all your anger melted away.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. You know if I could go through it instead of you I would”, she said stroking your thighs and you knew she was sincere.

Steve would never let anything bad happen to you. Not if he could help it. After he got you back he had vowed to you that he would always protect you.

You looked at her sad face hunched down staring at the ground. She looked as if she was in another world. “Stevie what’s wrong?”

“It’s just what if the kid inherits all my illness. Or the super serum. That could be a danger to you”

You knelt down between her legs so you could look into her eyes. “Hey it’s okay”, you said softly “we don’t have to have kids. And we can always adopt. That gives us much more time”

“Are you sure?”, she asked shyly playing with a strand of your hair.

“Absolutely positive”, you beamed up at her.

***

The next morning you woke up earlier than usual. Stretching your back muscles you smiled looking at the sun shining through the window. It was a beautiful day. Perfect for a picnic. You looked to your side smiling at Steve sleeping peacefully. Wait a minute.

“Steve”, you shook him harshly.

“What?”, he rose his voice heavy and hoarse. He looked down at his body touching his pecs and abs before looking back at you. “I’m back”

“Yeah you’re back”

You both went down to the common room to find if Toni and Nat had went back to their normal selves. They were already waiting for both of you.

“Oh Rogers is back too!”, Tony said eagerly.

“Did you two have fun last night?”, Nat smirked suggestively at the two of you.

“I see neither of you learned your lesson then”, Steve shook his head at them before looking at you, catching you staring at him. “What do you miss Stevie?”

You shook your head at him. Lightly slapping his chest. “I like what’s in here. Doesn’t matter how you look”

[mcwriting]

sweet home alabama (2)

Hi all! Between marriage project and some one shots, I decided to upload this chapter!

Reminder: Characters have strong southern accents (save for Tom in the present).

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Word Count: 2618

Warnings: slight injury mention

∆ present ∆

The weekend came and went, allowing Tom some time to get a new wardrobe for farmwork and acquire a pair of boots, as his last pair had been passed down and worn out by Sam years ago.

Tom had been enjoying a peaceful rest when he was jolted awake by two hands forcefully shaking him.

“What the- Sam! What are you doing?” Tom exclaimed, sitting up.

“You gotta go to Mel’s today, right? Sun rises in an hour. Better get up and eat ‘fore you head over there,” the younger brother explained. Tom tossed back his head and groaned.

“Fine. I’ll get up,” he replied, tossing off his quilt and sheet.

With the money Tom had made in recent years, he had been able to send some home every so often, which helped fund a much needed expansion of the family home. Unfortunately, they hadn’t added enough bathrooms for each brother to get their own.

“Tom! What in God’s name is taking you so long! You’re gonna be working cotton not modeling it!” Harry yelled, pounding on the door.

“Alright alright! It’s all yours!” Tom exclaimed as he opened up the door. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at his brother.

Though Tom had dressed in a button up, jeans, and boots, he had also made sure to style his hair until every wisp sat straight.

“You know you’re gonna sweat that gel off in ten minutes, right? Especially if you wear a hat.”

Tom rolled his eyes.

“Harry, you know me. There’s always a camera somewhere. Gotta be ready for anything. And it’s pomade, not gel.”

The other young twin just rolled his eyes back and slammed the door shut.

∆

A few minutes down the road, y/n was getting ready to start her own day. She rose at dawn like always, stretching a bit and hopping out of bed.

Though she was living a country life, she still took the time to do a full skincare routine, being especially attentive to the products she used and how much sunscreen she applied.

Since she wouldn’t be at any farms in the morning, y/n put on leggings and tshirt and headed out the door, a granola bar in hand. She only had to drive a mile away to get to the “s.h.e.d.”

As usual, she was the first one there, so she keyed in and turned on all the lights. She took in a deep breath of the smells of the soil and chemicals around her as she tossed on her lab coat.

You didn’t think she was any ordinary farm girl, did you?

In reality, she had actually gone to UCLA, getting degrees in both chemistry and environmental engineering. Now she had spent the last year doing research thanks to a grant to improve the agricultural health of her hometown so she could eventually receive a master’s degree.

But we’ll talk more on that later.

Now that the sun was finally peeking above the horizon, her two lab assistants finally showed up.

Her assistants, Ciara and Jacob, were students at a community college in the town 45 minutes away. They were bright and the three always enjoyed working together, as they played fun music and conversed while recording research.

“Hey! Glad y’all could finally make it! Y’all know that last week I collected more samples from Mel’s, so today I want to prepare a gram from each jar in solution so we can run samples and start looking at what nutrients need supplementing and where so I can put a fertilizer together for tomorrow.”

The two were happy to follow their boss’s instruction, and y/n couldn’t help but smile as she scanned over her lab, remembering where she started.

∆ 16 years old ∆

Y/n had always been good at school.

A straight A student, never one to act out or deliberately miss work. Everyone knew she was bright, and she continued to prove that as she aged.

By sophomore year of high school, she was already an above-average scorer on the ACT and was taking courses above her grade level to keep from boring herself.

But in a town as small as hers, one could only get so advanced in high school alone.

Thankfully once she was a junior, the community college Ciara and Jacob were now attending allowed students to enroll in some basic online classes and receive credit, so long as they had good enough internet connection.

Because she was ahead, y/n had a free period where she could mooch off of the school’s wifi in an empty classroom. However, she didn’t have the same luxury at home, and had to go to Tom’s to complete any assignments after school.

By this point, Tom had been going to small auditions for a couple years, picking up the occasional commercial role and making a few bucks here and there, enough to get his family better TV and internet, anyways.

“Hey, y/n?” Tom asked one day, late in the fall. He laid back on the bed, tossing a foam basketball above his head while y/n worked on her college math class from the floor. She hummed in response, holding a pencil between her teeth.

“What are you plannin’ to do with all this college stuff anyways?” he asked. His accent was still as strong as ever. He hadn’t taught himself to let it go yet.

“I’on know. Maybe git a degree and move out of this town for a while. Find a real job that ain’t baling hay or planting stuff. You know I really love science,” she replied. She knew she had a lot of options, she was only a couple points away from that perfect ACT score by now.

There was a pause as she continued to tap numbers into a calculator and record them.

“I got another audition ‘fore thanksgiving,'' Tom announced after a while. Y/n didn’t look up.

“Oh yeah? What for, toothpaste ad or somethin’?”

“Uh, no actually. This one’s for a movie. A real movie.”

Y/n dropped the pencil and looked up at Tom, pushing up from the ground to sit on her knees as he sat up straight.

“Really? You’re serious? You ain’t pulling my leg or something?”

Tom smiled big and nodded.

“I mean it. I really got this audition coming up.”

“Oh my gosh, TOM!”

Y/n quickly stood up, tackling her best friend in a hug, practically ending up on his lap. They stayed that way for a while.

“Tom, this is seriously incredible. You’re gonna be in a movie!”

He pulled back quickly.

“Don’t be too quick, now. This is only an audition, there’s no way to say I’ll actually get the part-” he started, but y/n got off him and kneeled on the floor, so that her eyes were level with his and she could grab his upper arms to look at him directly.

“You’re gonna get that part,” she smiled, unable to contain her excitement. “You’re gonna nail that audition, and you’re getting that part. This is gonna be your big break, I just know it.”

“Thanks for believin’ in me. Hopefully I won’t prove you a liar this time,” he replied, pulling her up into another hug.

She ended up being right, too, because after his first audition, he got a callback during Christmas break and secured the role which he’d film the summer between junior and senior year.

The pair knew they were really starting to grow up, but didn’t let their different pursuits come between them just yet.

Tom was the one who drove her to her final ACT where she got her perfect score (since she didn’t have a car yet), and the movie filmed a few hours away in the Birmingham area (where y/n drove Tom’s truck in his absence since he was still too young to live there alone).

It worked, for the most part.

∆ present ∆

Tom drew in a sharp breath and winced, limping through the barn and plopping onto a hay bale as he gulped down some water. He had been walking up and down the rows watering the plants, as the four-wheeler Melanie’s dad typically used to water was broken.

“How’s it looking, Mr. Carmichael?” he asked, dabbing away the sweat on his forehead with a towel as he rehydrated.

The older gentleman stood up and looked at Tom.

“Well, son. I’ve almost got this thing here fixed, but you ain’t looking too good,” he pointed out.

“What do you mean, sir?” Tom asked. He may have lost his accent, but didn’t forget his manners.

“Looks like you’ve been ridin’ horses the way you’re walkin’. New boots? Not to mention that sunburn you’re startin’ to nurse. Why don’t you run up to the house and have Mel fix those up. I’m sure her momma fixed some lunch for ya, too.”

“A- are you sure, sir? I’ve only got about 10 more rows before I’m done.”

“No, no. It’s alright, boy. Run along and fix yourself up. I’ll handle the rest.”

Tom thanked the man and slowly got up, immediately remembering the pain in his feet and now aware of the stinging on his cheeks.

He’d forgotten that boots don’t really break themselves in and he hadn’t worn very thick socks. He also had somehow neglected that the sun beats just as hard in the farmlands as it does in Malibu.

He waddled up to the house, where Melanie was on the porch reading a book.

“Well by God, Tom. You’re walkin’ like you just got your back blown out for the first time,” she laughed, causing his cheeks to redden more.

“They’re new boots, alright? Now could you help me out? Your dad said you might know of something?”

She looked past him towards the barn, then closed her book and nodded her head towards the door, standing.

“Come on. Momma made you a sandwich if you want it. You can leave your boots by the door.”

They headed inside, a large living room on the right and the kitchen to the left. Tom wiggled his shoes and socks off in the entryway as Melanie ducked into a hallway to grab a few things.

“Oh Tom! I’m glad you came in! Are you hungry? I’ve got lunch for ya,” Mrs. Carmichael said as she appeared from the kitchen.

“That would be really nice, Mrs. Carmichael. Thank you,” he replied as she sat him down at the kitchen table, placing a plate with a turkey sandwich and some chips in front of him along with a glass of sweet tea.

He dug into the meal, immediately realizing just how hungry he really was. By the time he’d finished the sandwich (which really didn’t take that long), Melanie appeared with a laundry basket full of stuff. Tom washed down his meal with some tea before speaking.

“Jesus, Mel, how much does it take to patch up some blisters?” he asked.

“First off, don’t be takin’ the Lord’s name in vain in this house,” she commanded, pointing her head towards her mother in the living room, to which Tom covered his mouth and shot a thumbs up. “And second, I figured it best just to grab all my stuff than dig through it.”

She plopped the basket on the table and herself into the seat next to Tom, stealing a chip from his plate. It crunched in her mouth as she began pulling out random things like a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, and meds.

“What’s that all for?” Tom asked, brows furrowed. Melanie gave back an equally confused look and went back to digging.

“What do you mean? They’re just medical supplies.”

“Well, yeah, but I mean why do you have a stethoscope and stuff?”

She paused what she was doing and looked back up at Tom.

“You do know I’m a nurse, right?” she asked. She immediately knew he didn’t by the way his eyes popped open.

After high school, Melanie had been able to go off and get her nursing degree, now working in the closest hospital which was, you guessed it, 45 minutes away.

She usually worked 12 hour shifts at the hospital Tuesday through Thursday, spending her other days at home so she could respond to small needs around town, especially on weekends when people liked to get drunk and be reckless.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t realize that. Good for you,” Tom replied, unsure of what else to say.

“It’s alright. You’ve been gone quite a while and we all know you ain’t checking in on what happens ‘round these parts no more. Now take this and let me grab the aloe from the fridge,” she said, dropping two advil on his plate and getting up.

Tom did as told, feeling the weight of what she had dismissively said. He really hadn’t checked in since leaving. Sure, his brothers and Harrison sometimes kept him in the loop. At least, he thought so.

He was trying to remember what the last big piece of news he had heard about home was, but came up short. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen anything on social media about home, since he’d unfollowed most of the people back home after his career took off.

They all reminded him of y/n anyways.

“You mind if I put some of this on your face?” Melanie asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He obliged and she spread some of the cool aloe gel over his sunburn.

“Feel better?” she asked, to which he nodded. “Good, now let’s take a look at those blisters.”

She cringed when she saw how beat up his feet were. She pulled out a bit of numbing gel, hydrocolloid bandages, and fabric tape. Soon enough, she had his blisters all covered up and was handing him some more bandages and tape.

“Now I want you to leave these on as long as possible, alright? When they fall off or the spot in the middle gets too big, you’ll switch ‘em out for new. You should be in ship shape here in a few days. And you best not forget sunscreen from now on.”

“Will do. Thanks again, Mel. Hard to believe I’ve been gone long enough for you to become a nurse and all, huh?” Tom asked, half joking. Melanie nodded.

“Yeah, well. ‘Lot’s changed around here, even if it don’t look like it. You’d be surprised… Now before I forget...” Melanie quickly got up and left the room, returning with two wood and metal contraptions. “Here’s some boot stretchers to put in your shoes when you get home. Should help stretch ‘em out and I’m sure the boys would lend you some leather conditioner.”

With that, Tom put his boots back on and thanked Mrs. Carmichael for the meal, heading back outside. He found Mr. Carmichael sitting on the now-functioning four wheeler.

“Well, boy, you all good?” the older man asked.

“Yes sir. Melanie got me all taped up and your wife made a great lunch. So what else do you need me to do?”

Mr. Carmichael looked around for a moment, staring at a few things, then back at Tom.

“Well I got the rest all watered and y/n won’t be around with fertilizer till tomorrow so why don’t you go home and rest up those feet, eh?”

Tom tried to object, as it was still quite early in the day, but the old man wouldn’t have it. He eventually conceded and gave one last thank you, hopping into his old truck and heading home, pondering why y/n would be bringing fertilizer in the coming day.

∆

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[skinks]

The Toziers convince Sonia to let them take Eddie to disney world on his 14th birthday. Needless to say he LOVES every second of it and that’s when Richie realizes that he’s lowkey in love with him

ok anon stop reading my MIND I was actually thinking weeks ago about this literal very same thing. Well, a variant, but yours is adorable too omg. Also I think a lot about them going as adults post-movie and Eddie spends the whole day just going on the Hulk rollercoaster at Universal over and over

but god imagine Eddie having a huge bowl of Disney World ice cream plonked in front of him at the Rainforest Cafe with birthday sparklers, and they’re like “Eat up son, you’re not 14 every day!” and Eddie tries to blow out the sparklers and not cry simultaneously. Eddie at a theme park is actually so personal. He tries ONE rollercoaster (Thunder Mountain) and immediately becomes an adrenaline junkie, and Richie’s sitting next to him hearing him shriek and swear and their hands are clasped together overhead as they hurtle down a plunging loop, and he’s like oh no.

My thing was that I have this image of a 90s family photo of Maggie and Went squishing long haired teen metalhead Richie between them maybe at Magic Kingdom or in front of the big ball at Epcot, and he’s taller than both of them with a gruesome unintelligible black tshirt on but he’s got the biggest goofy smile, and he’s wearing Mickey ears cause it’s his BIRTHDAY. But 14 is probably better cause maybe like, Went and Maggie saw how upset Richie and his friends all were the year before and want to cheer him up?

Then I thought, his parents say he can bring another friend with him if he likes, and Bev’s already gone to Portland right? Mike and Bill are working, Ben and Stan are both at different nerdy summer camps (I know Richie’s birthday is in March but let’s pretend they take him as a joint bday/end of school year treat) and so he brings Eddie. Richie kinda wanted to bring Eddie the most in the first place, so it works out perfectly. Eddie’s only allowed to go because he’s still riding his gazebos wave of defiance and also they promise Sonia Eddie won’t go on a single dangerous ride (wink), and she’d hate to be seen to be ungrateful, people would talk.

Richie and Eddie get their own room in the motel and trampoline between the two beds because they’re little monsters. They always run out onto the balcony at night to watch the thunderstorms. The first time they walk through the gates at Magic Kingdom Eddie’s like :00000 Richie look! EVERYONE’S wearing fanny-packs!!!! and Richie’s like yeah >:( but you were a cute dork first, and Eddie’s like hey fuck you—wait...... cute? and Richie’s like uhhhh HEY LOOK IS THAT PLUTO

They freak the fuck OUT at the Star Wars bit in MGM, back when it was still called MGM. Maggie and Went let them see The Muppets 3D three times in a row and Richie gets a Kermit shirt, and whenever Eddie starts pestering him about sunblock Richie sings It Ain’t Easy Being Green to drown him out.

The see the Indiana Jones stunt show at MGM and Richie decides he’s gonna be a stuntman. Then they go to the driving stunt thing and Eddie says it would be super cool to be stunt driver, and Richie’s like we can be a stunt team!!!! together!!! And Went grins, “Like Siegfried and Roy,” and Maggie elbows him.

Eddie overcomes one of his many anxieties and pets some lizards at Animal Kingdom. They fill their hats with water from the spouting fountains at Epcot and then put them straight on their heads, dumping water over themselves to cool off. It’s actually closer to Maggie’s real birthday than anyone else’s so they have dinner at Epcot Mexico for Richie, Mags AND Eddie and the mariachi band comes over. Richie and Wentworth start singing a totally inaccurate Spanish Happy Birthday and Eddie almost sinks under the table in embarrassment. People are staring, and he’s so used to people staring in public when his own mom causes a scene, but this is a fun scene, Maggie’s rolling her eyes and clapping along so maybe it’s not so bad.

They make up games to play in the long lines for rides, Maggie and Went joining in on Eye Spy, or Richie’s “Guess Which State That Gross Family Are From” game, but don’t join in with Richie and Eddie’s complicated patty-cake-thumb-war hybrid. Eddie always has a ton of water in his backpack and a lil hand-held fan in his fanny pack, and sometimes in the hotter lines he feels very bold and squishes his and Richie’s faces cheek to cheek so they can share the fan, but it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference cause Richie’s face almost feels warmer when he does.

At Typhoon Lagoon they wrestle all the way around Lazy River (and get chastised by the lifeguards) and have major water cannon wars. Eddie watches all the fit young lifeguard dudes up in their chairs like 😳😳😳 that looks like a... cool job. Helping people. Hm.

They split a thing of churros. They get right up to the top of the tallest slide and Eddie gets scared, but Richie just clambers all the way back down the stair tower with him, mouthing off at the bigger kids giving them grief, and Eddie’s like “you should have just gone without me” and Richie’s like nah, be it’d no fun without you, and Eddie thinks about this entire vacation and for a wild moment he thinks my whole life would be no fun without you.

They return to see Maggie lying face down on her deck chair and towel, reading her book with her sunny yellow bikini top untied and Went is Very Attentively Applying Sunscreen to her bare back lmao. Richie’s like UGH GROSS and Went jumps a little like, “oh fu—uh, hey boys, you’re back quick.”

The concrete is so hot they have to run quick from pool to pool to stop their soles burning. Richie can’t wear his glasses in the water so he clings to Eddie the whole time, both of them slippery and giggling and Eddie feels like he’s getting a full body sunburn every time their wet bodies bump together, even though he’s wearing like six coats of factor 50.

Oh and you know they go to Universal. Oh BOY do they go to Universal. Eddie screams on the Jaws ride when the animatronic lunges right against where he’s sitting, and he jumps back in his seat and like, Richie must’ve been way closer than he thought because he falls all over his lap and Richie’s like “Hooper ya idiot, starboard! Ain’tcha watching it!” in his Quint From Jaws Voice, which is actually one of his better Voices since Quint sounds like every other curmudgeonly Maine old-timer back in Derry, but this time he’s pretty shaky about it for some reason.

They go to the new Horror Make-Up Show and Richie waves his arm so hard he gets picked as the volunteer, and winds up making the crowd laugh even more than the hosts, they’re all mock-outraged like “Who’s your agent! You’re here from Mouse Town to make us look bad, right?!”

Then when the Wolfman bursts out, Eddie can see there’s a moment where Richie’s whole body flinches bloodless, his arms come up to cover his face, and his head jerks to stare out for a moment into the crowd looking like he did when he saw his face on a missing poster, and Eddie overcomes his terror of being Perceived by the crowd to yell “GET HIM RICH” and everyone laughs, Richie grins, and it’s fine again.

On their last night they go back to Magic Kingdom to see the fireworks, and they’re exhausted. Sun-dazed and sugar-filled and adrenaline-drained and the fireworks make everything kinda dreamy. They’re shuffling along behind Maggie and Went to get a good spot when they see Maggie take Went’s hand. Richie pulls a face at Eddie and Eddie scrunches a face back and they snicker, and Richie makes a mock “oooh~ Eddie~” noise and grabs Eddie’s hand—they both keep laughing and watching the fireworks, but like... then it stops being funny and starts being something else. Richie’s just holding his hand, and the crowd is so thick and dark under ballooning Florida clouds and the fantasy sky, so anonymous that nobody notices but them. Eddie’s heart might be shooting into the sky and exploding into sparks as well, he’s ready to collapse and he can’t possibly LOOK at Richie but for a moment he’s like shit, they’re right. Happiest place on Earth.

[soobiniebaby]

Angels & Devils Part XI : I’m Yours, You’re Mine

A n g e l s   &   D e v i l s || Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun  ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle  ~ l a n g u a g e : English  ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.)  ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Over the weekend, B and Kai had spent most of their time lounging around the living room, finishing the entire season of It’s Okay to Not Be Okay on Netflix on Saturday and having a movie marathon on Sunday. They ordered all their meals and had all the food they wanted delivered to the apartment, their food cravings ranging from donuts and milk tea to egg tarts and mint chocolate ice cream. It felt like one of the many sleepovers they used to have when they were kids, only now it was just the 2 of them in a place of their own, without nosy siblings or strict parents to bother them or tell them what they could or couldn’t do.

Other than stuffing their faces with food and drowning their emotions in Netflix, they finally had all the time in the world to do all the catching up that they hadn’t been able to, asking questions and telling stories about what they had missed out on each other’s lives through the years.

“First kiss?” B asks.

“Oh, I think I was in the 7th grade, and it was with Im Yeojin. You?”

“Lucas Wong. A couple of years ago.” B responds.

Kai shakes his head. “That guy was your first kiss ever? Lucas? Your ex?”

B nods. “The one and only. Next question please?”

“Alright, worst ex?” Kai asks intentionally.

“Ningning, you know I’ve only had 1 boyfriend.”

“Yes, and he was the worst! He had the audacity to cheat on you! And all because you wouldn’t ‘put out?’ He's lucky I lived 3 hours away or else I would’ve kicked his ass.” Kai says, huffing.

B laughs, trying to swallow down the lump in her throat that formed whenever she talked about her horrible ex boyfriend. There was so much more to their relationship than him cheating on her cause she wouldn’t put out, but she wasn’t ready to let her best friend know all about it just yet. “Thanks, but judging by the size of his biceps, I don’t think that could’ve ever happened anyway.”

Kai pouts. “Are you saying I should start going to the gym?”

B laughs at him dismissively before changing the subject.

Also, sharing a living space with another person was also a bit of an adjustment for B since she had already gotten used to living alone. Her apartment only had one bathroom which she now shared with Kai, and now she had to keep all her personal toiletries set aside and her feminine hygiene products kept away, not wanting a repeat of the horrifying moment when her best friend walked out of the bathroom with his face all red.

“What happened to you?” she had asked, noticing how flushed he looked after being in the bathroom for 20 minutes.

“You know that when I’m, um, taking a shit I like to read the back of labels of whatever I see in the bathroom, right?” Kai starts slowly.

“Okay, weird, but go on.”

He takes a big gulp before continuing. “Well, let’s just say I now know how to properly put on a tampon. And let me just say, I’m glad I wasn’t born a woman.”

After that incident, B made sure to keep all feminine hygiene products hidden away in the bathroom cabinets. She ensured to leave a stack of random books and magazines on the bathroom counters so Kai would have something to read when doing his business. Other than that, B also had to remind herself that it was no longer socially acceptable to walk around her apartment in nothing but a tshirt and underwear on, since she had gotten used to roaming the space without worrying about other people seeing what she looked like. She usually went to bed in just a shirt and underwear and roll out of bed and straight into the kitchen for breakfast without a care in the world. Now, she had to double check and make sure that she was wearing bottoms and a bra before stepping out of her bedroom.

Even though there were many things she hadn’t considered before inviting a guy to stay in her apartment, she had to admit that it was nice to have company around. She hadn’t realized how lonely it was to live alone until Kai had come along, and now she was already sort of dreading the day when he’d get better and move out. She was starting to consider finding a room mate before then, knowing that she’d feel lonely once her company had to leave.

Come Monday morning, B woke up feeling excited. She rolled out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and made her way to the kitchen, only to be surprised by the sight of breakfast already prepared on the table. A plate full of bacon and sunny side up eggs, a bowl full of fresh fruit and cereal, and a glass of blue lemonade were all neatly laid out on the table, and Kai was sitting there with an apron still tied around his waist. When he saw B step out from her room, he immediately greeted her “Wakey wakey Baba, time to go back to school!”

B rubs the sleep from her eyes, making sure she wasn’t just dreaming that Kai had prepared breakfast for her. Once the smell of freshly cooked bacon filled wafted in the air, she immediately brightens up and walks on over to give her best friend a hug.

“Ningning, you did all this for me? Thank you so much!” she says in awe.

“Yup, I wanted to make it special since it’ll be your first day back at MOA today.” Kai says. “Now hurry up before it gets cold. You have to be ready in 40 minutes.”

B all but gobbles up all the food that Kai had prepared for her before jumping into the shower, drying her hair, putting on some make up and changing into her school uniform, making sure she had everything she needed before letting Kai walk her to the front door.

“Have fun, Baba!” Kai says.

“Sure thing. Make sure to keep the door locked and call me if you need anything.” she says, waving goodbye before making her way downstairs to meet Taehyun.

As soon as Taehyun sees her, his eyes visibly light up.

“B! Finally, I’ve missed you so much.” he says, waving hello before stretching his arms out towards her. “Come here!”

B excitedly runs up, preparing to hug Taehyun, until at the last minute he folds his hands across his chest and takes a step back, which stops her in her tracks.

“On second thought, don’t touch me. You may be medically cleared already, but since Hyuka’s staying with you, you might still be carrying the pox.” he says. It’s only then when she notices that he was wearing a face mask and had a small spray bottle of alcohol hanging from his school ID lace.

She smiles at him sheepishly. “I missed you too, you know.” she says, opting to wrap her arms around her own torso instead.

He laughs at her silly antics before following suit, wrapping his arms around himself. “Let’s just pretend that we’re hugging right now.”

B nods. “Alrighty. Thanks, Tyun.”

“Don’t mention it. Now come on, put on your face mask and make sure you have hand sanitizer before we go.” he says, adjusting the mask on his face.

She puts on a mask and puts a small bottle of hand sanitizer in her pocket before they start making their way to school.

“I’ve missed these walks of ours.” B says happily, breathing in the morning air.

“I’ve missed them too. And I’ve missed you. School was a bit boring without you, and walking to school alone just didn’t feel the same.”

“How have things at MOA been, apart from the health protocols? And how are the guys?” B asks.

“Apart from the implementation of health protocols, school has pretty much been the same. The guys miss you. I think they’re excited to see you.” Taehyun responds.

“I miss them too.” B says, sighing. She and Yeonjun had FaceTimed every night through the weekend, but she missed him, and she felt a bit sad that they had to cancel their supposed last date. She had to admit that she missed the other guys too. “What makes you think they’re excited to see me, though?”

“They told me to ask you if you could meet them by the front gate of MOA before classes start this morning.” Taehyun says.

“Oh? They did? Weird, but okay. I wonder why.” B says, trying to think of why they might want to meet up. “How have you been? Has anything in your life changed in the past week?” she asks.

Taehyun shrugs. “Not really, same old same old. Just the usual studying at school and working at the café.” he says. “What about you? How have you been doing?”

B shrugs too, mimicking his response. “I’ve been good, nothing much going on.” she says casually, which was a lie. She wanted to tell him about Yeonjun and about how he asked her out and all the dates he put together, but a part of her was scared about how he’d react, so she thought it would be better to tell him when the time was right.

As she and Taehyun approach the campus, her eyes catch sight of 3 familiar figures standing right outside of the gates, particularly to the head of blue hair.

B feels her heart jump out of her chest, speeding up her walking, and Taehyun runs to catch up to her as she starts waving her arms in the air the closer they got until the 3 boys look up in her direction and they all wave back.

“Seriously, you 3, why aren’t you wearing face masks?” Taehyun says as they meet the 3 boys outside the gate.

“Well good morning to you too, Tyun.” Beomgyu says playfully. “Relax, we’re not within campus grounds so we don’t have to wear masks yet.”

B laughs at their banter. “I think Tyun’s just worried that you’ll catch Kai’s chicken pox germs if you stand too close to me without a mask on.” she jokes. “So, why are we meeting up here outside the gates instead of at the front steps like we usually do?”

“Hey, B! Good to see you again.” Beomgyu says.

“Well, you see, there are new health protocols set in place on campus right now, and as members of the student council, we can never be caught violating any rules set within the school.” Yeonjun begins, smiling at her brightly, like there was a secret that only the 2 of them shared.

“Alright, and…?” B asks, not sure where they were going with this.

“And before we go in and start off another week of school, there’s just this 1 health protocol we’d like to violate.” Beomgyu continues.

“Okay, which one? Is it the face mask thing? Why are we standing outside the school gates?” B asks, still confused.

“So we can do this.” Soobin says, before taking a step towards B with arms outstretched and pulling her into him, his whole body engulfing her in a hug.

He feels time stop the moment his arms wrap themselves around her body, her face buried in his chest, the top of her head inches away from his chin, the smell of her lavender-scented shampoo tickling his nose, his hands resting on the curves in her waist.

When Soobin woke up feeling excited that day, he told himself it was just because he was excited to start a new week of school, but deep down he knew that wasn’t the case.

When the guys suggested that they wait for B outside the school gates so that they could greet her a proper ‘welcome back,’ he felt a flutter in his chest, and he told himself that it was just because he was happy that their group would be complete again (minus Kai), but deep down, he knew he was only fooling himself.

When he and the guys stood outside the school gates waiting for B and Taehyun to arrive, he could feel his heart start to beat even faster in anticipation, and he told himself it was just because he was looking forward to see their friend again after a whole week, but he knew there was more to it than that.

When he saw her waving her arms in the air and walking towards them, he felt his breath catch in his throat, and he told himself it was just because he was surprised to see her looking so radiant and healthy knowing how badly sick she was, but he knew it was because of how he was just now realizing how beautiful she really was.

When he took a step towards her and engulfed her delicate figure in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his, a feeling washed over him unlike anything he’s experienced before, as if by having her in his arms everything in the world was finally falling into place and the pounding in his chest and the flutter of butterfly wings in his stomach finally made sense, and it was at that moment he knew with absolute certainty just what it was.

It was her. It was B.

He didn’t know how it came to be, or why exactly it happened, but all he knew was that it was her.

It was him realizing that he was falling in love with her.

And the feeling hit him so suddenly with such clarity that for a moment, it felt like the whole world stood still, as his breath seemed to catch in his throat and time seemed to stop as he held her in his arms, savoring the moment and all the emotions that were hitting him all at once.

She lets out a surprised squeal as Soobin pulls her in, only to be muffled by her face being buried in his chest as they embrace.

“Soobinie!” she says, laughing in surprise. “I missed you too.”

Soobin smiles to himself, tempted to rest his chin on her head, but he was aware of the presence of their friends, so he slowly lets her go, his eyes meeting Taehyun’s as he does, and Taehyun’s expression quickly changes as he realizes what was happening.

Taehyun raises his brows in question, and Soobin gives him a quick and discreet nod in response, to which Taehyun shakes his head.

Soobin keeps his head down to conceal the blush creeping into his face as B steps away and Beomgyu tackles her into a hug.

“We missed you so much! I wish I could’ve gotten an excuse to skip school for a week too, though.” Beomgyu says slyly.

“Hey, I did not skip school! I called you everyday to listen in on lectures, remember?” B says defensively, hitting Beomgyu’s chest. “If you wanna stay at home so bad, maybe you should come over to my place. I’m sure Hyuka would gladly give you a big hug, along with the chicken pox of course.”

Beomgyu steps away and holds his hands up in the air in front of him. “No way, I don’t want chicken pox. I’d rather endure school than have hideous spots all over my body.”

B looks at him offended. “You think I have hideous spots all over my body?” she says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, Gyu.” Taehyun says, watching as Beomgyu runs away from B to hide behind him. “Don’t worry B, I’ll help you kidnap him after school. I think Hyuka would like to have an extra playmate.”

“I never said that!” Beomgyu cries, running from Taehyun to Yeonjun now, hiding behind the blue haired boy. “B, you look beautiful as always. If anything, the spots just accentuate your beauty.” he says desperately.

B scoffs. “Oh shut up. You’re lucky I like you, or else I would’ve slapped you so hard that the spots would transfer from my skin to yours.”

Yeonjun laughs, shielding Beomgyu behind him. “Wow, I never pegged you to be violent.” he says.

B shrugs. “I’m not. I’m just saying, I could slap someone if I wanted to.”

Yeonjun shakes his head, pulling her into his arms. “Welcome back, Baby.” he whispers in her ear, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and slowly stroking the small of her back, making sure that the other boys don’t see, before letting her go.

Once she pulls away, her face is noticeably red, and Yeonjun can’t help but laugh. God, she looked adorable. He gives her a quick wink before saying “And now that that’s settled, shall we head to class?”

The 3 boys put on their facemasks and let B lead the way into the school gates, each of them having their body temperatures checked and their hands disinfected before walking through the gates.

As B walks ahead of the boys, the 4 boys pair off.

Beomgyu slings an arm around Yeonjun’s shoulders, keeping his voice low as he says “So now that’s she’s back, will you guys have the talk now?”

“What talk?” Yeonjun asks.

“The talk? The relationship talk. You know, the talk about your feelings and where you guys stand and what your label is and stuff like that.” Beomgyu says knowingly. “If the 2 of you don’t want to put a label on whatever it is you 2 are, then you should at least let the other guys know that you’re dating.”

Yeonjun shrugs. “Don’t worry, Gyu. I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see. I’ve been planning this for days now, but considering that we’re at school, I’ll have to make do. At the end of the day, we might even let you guys know about us.” he responds, his eyes glued to the girl in front of them, which automatically puts a smile on his face. “I’m gonna make that girl mine.”

Meanwhile, Taehyun attempts to sling his arm around Soobin’s shoulders, but with the other boy being much taller and walking a bit faster, he settled for interlocking his arm around Soobin’s instead.

“Oh, hey Tyun.” Soobin says, surprised by the sudden lock on his arm. “What’s up?”

“’What’s up?’” Taehyun says, mimicking him. “You tell me. All your questions about falling in love and stuff…were they about B? Is it her? Are you in love with—”

Soobin cuts him off. “Shhh, the other guys might hear you!” he says, hurriedly looking around and seeing that no one was within ear shot. “Yes, it’s about her. Let’s talk about this later, okay? Alone.”

Taehyun sighs. “Fine, but wow, I should’ve known. I had a feeling it was her. You 2 would make a great couple.” he says teasingly.

“Oh shut up, you know-it-all.” Soobin says, flustered. “I’m sure you would’ve figured it out sooner or later anyway, you’re too damn smart, you know?”

Taehyun laughs. “It doesn’t take a genius to see that you’ve got it bad, Binnie.” he says. “Let’s talk about it soon, okay? Just hang in there.”

Soobin sighs, his eyes focus on the girl walking in front of them. “Trust me, I’m trying.”

•°•

B had to admit that Yeonjun’s sudden request had her heart fluttering, but more than anything it got her head buzzing with curiosity. Within 5 minutes she had excused herself from class, 3rd period biology which she didn’t share with any of the guys, and she was on her way to the student council room, which she had only been to once before with Soobin and Yeonjun. Technically, she was cutting class, but a few minutes probably wouldn’t hurt.

B takes a deep breath, not knowing what quite to expect, before turning the knob on the double doors to the student council room, taking a step inside.

The room was dark, the blackout curtains doing their job, and was only illuminated by the light spilling in from the door and a set of candles in the middle of the conference table, which also highlighted the fact that the conference table seemed to be overflowing with blue rose petals.

And there was Yeonjun, leaning against the table, a single blue rose in his hand. It’s only then when B looks down and notices that the carpeted floor all the way from the entrance of the room to the spot where Yeonjun was standing by the conference table was littered with blue rose petals.

“Yeonjun? What is this?” B asks, stepping inside and closing the door behind her, the only source of light in the room now coming from the candles. She removes her face mask, noticing that he wasn’t currently wearing one, and pockets it in her blazer.

“Baby. Come here.” he says, patting the spot on the table beside him. B walks over to the table, stepping on countless blue petals as she did so, and once she reaches him, Yeonjun takes her by surprise and carries her, lifting her up and setting her down on the table.

“Yeonjun!” she squeals in surprise, clinging on to him for dear life. As her bottom hits the table, she lets go and whacks his arm. “You surprised me!” she huffs, surprised by his sudden maneuver. “And you’re breaking the health protocols! What’s all this for anyway?”

He stands in front of her, simply staring at her, admiring how she looked in the candlelight. A few blue petals had fallen over the edge when he set her down on the table, but that didn’t bother him. He had skipped the entirety of 3rd period to prepare for this moment, so he wouldn’t let anything distract him now.

“All this?” he simply says. Upon seeing the confused look on her face, he takes a step towards her, situating himself in between her dangling legs, and he rests his hands on either side of her, his palms laid flat on the table just centimeters away from her thighs. The whole mood in the room shifted from playful to something different with just that simple action. “All this is for you.”

B could feel her heart start to pound in her chest again. She tried to keep a level head but Yeonjun was standing so close that she could smell him, the scent of his cologne now very familiar to her, and she could feel parts of his uniform lightly tickling at her inner thighs where he stood, sending shivers down her spine. “For me? Why?”

“Because, Baby, you deserve it. You deserve all of it.” he begins carefully, slowly, his gaze locking her in place. “I told you I want to give you all the good things you deserve, and during the past week I tried. Those dates meant a lot to me and I can only hope that you enjoyed them half as much as I did. My plans were cut short because of your unexpected temporary roommate,” he says, fondly referring to Kai, “and maybe I should’ve waited a little bit longer to do this, but I don’t think I can keep this to myself any longer.”

B looks down then, her cheeks starting to heat up. She sees how close his hands are to her thighs and her mouth goes dry. He was standing so close. “What are you talking about?” she says, her eyes transfixed on his hands.

Her eyes follow as he raises one hand to cup her face, lifting it up slightly to meet his gaze. “I want you, Baby.” he says, looking right into her eyes. “I want you to be mine.”

B takes a deep breath, finding herself unable to look away, before she says “I want you, too.”

And with those words, Yeonjun couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned forward, closing what little distance was left between them, and pulled her face up to his, their lips crashing together.

~ w a r n i n g : makeout scene  ~

Praying that he couldn’t hear her pounding heartbeat, B returns the kiss with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. Her fingers entwine themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, effectively disheveling his blue hair.

Yeonjun’s hands inch away from the table and come in direct contact with her thighs, the sudden warmth of his palms on her bare skin causing B’s mouth to open a little to let out a breath of surprise. She feels him smile against her lips, amused by her reaction, before taking the opportunity to trace her lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, which she allows.

His hands start to move slowly up her body then, he slides them up from her thighs to her waist, her skirt hiking up a few inches higher in the process. He breaks the kiss, allowing a moment for them to catch their breaths, before bowing his head down, his lips coming in contact with the sensitive skin on her neck.

“Oh god.” B breathes out, surprised by the contact, and again she feels his lips form a smile against her skin. She tilts her head backwards, his lips trailing kisses along her exposed skin, her heavy breaths starting to make her feel lightheaded.

Just as he’s about to pull away, his lips brush against the dip in her collarbone, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist and her fingers in his hair to dig in deeper, her body reacting to him before her mind could grasp what was happening.

“Fuck.” he breathes against her skin, feeling himself start to lose control.

B’s grip loosens then, her hands dropping from his hair to rest on his shoulders, her breathing heavy as she lets her head fall forward to rest on the top of his head, his face still buried in her neck. “Sorry.” she whispers, trying to control the rise and fall of her chest.

His grip on her waist remains tight, her blouse bunched up in his fists, his head buried in her neck as he tries to calm himself down, his breath coming out through clenched teeth. For a moment, they stay like that, until Yeonjun’s grip gradually starts to loosen, letting go of the fabric of her blouse as his hands go from clenching her waist to gently tracing circles on the now exposed skin on her hips.

~ end of makeout scene  ~

“You…” he begins slowly, lifting his head and letting it rest against her forehead, their breaths mingling. “You drive me crazy, you know?”

She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head lightly against his. “Not really, no.”

He laughs too, reaching a hand up to caress her hair, his eyes on hers once again. “Baby.” he simply says.

“Yes?” she responds, unable to stop a smile from creeping on her face. He smiles too, his heart fluttering, and he takes a deep breath before saying the next few words.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She nods her head eagerly, their foreheads rubbing together. “Choi Yeonjun, I’m all yours.” she says, laughing upon seeing his bright smile. She kisses his nose, then his forehead and each of his cheeks. He starts laughing as she showers his face with light kisses. “I’m yours, you’re mine, Baby.” he says, the feeling washing over him.

“You think it’s safe to let everyone know now?” Yeonjun asks her, remembering how he promised Beomgyu they’d tell the rest of the boys about it soon.

B nods, biting her lip as she thinks of how people would react to the news. Yeonjun was her boyfriend. “Yes.”

He uses his thumb to free her lower lip from her teeth, gently tracing it before kissing her softly again. “Let’s tell the guys later. At lunch.” he says, referring to their daily lunchbreaks spent at the gazebo.

“Sure.” she says. Then she pulls away and pushes herself off the table, straightening out her uniform as she does so. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Biology class to get back to.”

Yeonjun smirks, watching her pull her skirt down and tuck the hem of her blouse back in, straightening her blazer and running her fingers through her hair. It gave him some sort of satisfaction, knowing that he had gotten her so disheveled. He leans back against the table, running a hand through his hair and straightening out his necktie as well, keeping his hands in the front pockets of his trousers.

“Aren’t you coming back to class?” B asks, pulling the face mask out of her blazer pocket and putting securing it over her nose and mouth. “There’s only a few more minutes, and then it’ll be our lunch break.”

Yeonjun shakes his head. “I never went to third period.” he admits. “You better get back to class and surrender your hall pass though. I’ll meet you at the gazebo for lunch.” he says.

B’s mouth drops open. “You skipped third period?” she exclaims. “Please promise me you won’t skip classes again, please?” she pouts.

He laughs, taking her hand and pulling her closer. “I promise. Except for when my father requests it, though. But this is the last non-business related time I skip class.” he says, kissing the back of her hand. “You better hurry back, the bell rings in about 10 minutes.”

“Oh my god, I am so dead!” she squeals, her eyes widen as starts to pull away, but Yeonjun’s grip on her wrist keeps her in place.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he says pointedly, his brow raised.

“Oh.” she simply says, before standing on her tiptoes and using a finger to pull her mask down, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling the mask back up. “That?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You are adorable. I meant this,” he says, planting the single blue rose in her free hand. “but thanks, Baby.”

She blushes beet red then, straightening out her blazer one last time and quickly saying “See you at lunch, Yeonjun!” before dashing out the door.

He uses the remaining 10 minutes of 3rd period to distract himself from his thoughts by cleaning up all the rose petals he had set up. He wasn’t expecting things to get so heated, he only wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend, but he had to admit that he was pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. Just thinking about how she had reacted to his touches and how adorably flustered she got made him smile to himself, but the memory of her wrapping her legs around his waist and tilting her head back sent his mind wandering into the very place he was trying to distract himself from in the first place.

He sighs, shaking his head as he forced his thoughts to go focus into another mindset instead. He checks his watch, the petals all put away in a garbage bag. As the lunch bell rings, he grabs his things and locks the student council room behind him, putting on a face mask before making his way to the gazebo where he would meet his friends and his girlfriend for lunch.

Now he just had to tell his friends about his girlfriend.

•°•

When B got back to her Biology class, the teacher fortunately didn’t seem to notice that she was gone for well over 5 minutes, but her friends definitely did. When she sat back down beside Ryujin and Yuna, they definitely noticed how long her absence was, and they took note of how flushed she looked, and of the blue rose that he had haphazardly tucked under her blazer.

“Spill it. Now.” the 2 girls eagerly say, eyeing her like a hawk.

“Yeonjun asked me to meet up with him at the student council room.” B whispers to them, making sure that they were the only ones within earshot.

“Ooh, a steamy secret rendezvous in the middle of class?” Ryujin says teasingly.

“No, it wasn’t like that.” B aggressively whispers back, well-aware of how her cheeks were heating up as she tries to push away thoughts of Yeonjun’s lips on her neck.

“So what was it like then?” Yuna asks innocently.

Unable to contain her smile, B says “He asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.”

The 2 girls quietly squeal at the good news. “Wow! Congrats!” Ryujin says.

Yuna nods. “Wow, and just like that for the first time in 2 years, Choi Yeonjun has a girlfriend.”

“2 years? He hasn’t had a girlfriend in 2 years?” B asks, surprised. Since everyone kept mentioning Yeonjun having a record for being one of the biggest flirts on campus, she was expecting him to have a long list of complicated past relationships.

“Well, real serious girlfriends, yeah. He’s been on a few dates with some girls since then, but it never really went beyond that so I wouldn’t call them girlfriends. And if I’m not mistaken, she was his first girlfriend. His first love, actually.” Yuna says thoughtfully. “I don’t really know her since she was never a student here.”

“I did, sort of.” Ryujin pipes up. “Gyu told me all about the guys’ past relationships. He mentioned Yeonjun and Rose’s relationship a lot. He said she was…” she starts, trying to choose her words carefully. “well, a complete bitch.”

“Rose?” B says, the name completely foreign to her. “His first girlfriend? So he’s only had 1 other girlfriend before me? And she was a complete bitch?” she asks, her head spinning with information.

Ryuji nods. “Yeah, despite his track record and dating history, he’s only ever had 1 serious relationship, and that was with Rose.” she says. “Gyu said they were intense. It was one of those relationships that were just so, um, loud I guess?”

“Loud? What do you mean?” B asks, genuinely curious yet a bit afraid to find out the answer.

“Gyu said they were one of those couples who were always so in-your-face about their relationship. Yeonjun wasn’t active on social media back then, but she was, and she was flaunting her relationship all over, showing off all the stuff he’d spoil her with and everything. Not only that, but they were one of those couples that, when going through a fight, the whole world would know about. According to Gyu, their relationship was dramatic and fiery and intense and so damn toxic, but Yeonjun was head over heels for her, which annoyed the guys to no end.”

“That sounds kind of awful.” B says, unable to imagine Yeonjun in such a relationship. “Kind of weird that the guys didn’t seem so supportive, either?”

Ryujin shakes her head. “That’s not even the worst of it. Apparently, she cheated on him with another rich kid she met while she was on vacation or something. Gyu says he hasn’t hated anyone as much as he hated Rose.”

“Now that sounds really awful.” B said, the information overload swirling around in her head. She couldn’t even imagine how awful this girl must’ve been for even Beomgyu and his friends to hate her so much. Why had Yeonjun fallen in love with such an awful person? And how could he have stayed in such a toxic relationship? And how could anyone cheat on him?

“I can’t say for sure since I personally don’t know her, Gyu just showed me a few of her pictures before, but he made her sound like the devil incarnate.” Ryujin says.

“Well, devil incarnate or not, Yeonjun’s definitely taken his standards to a different level with you.” Yuna says a bit comfortingly, squeezing B’s arm, trying to move away from the unpleasant topic. “And the best part is, I’m pretty sure all his friends love you already, so you won’t have to worry about that either. You and Yeonjun are solid.”

“Thanks, Yuna.” B says, smiling in relief. Then, remembering what Kai had told her about wanting to ask Yuna out, B giggles to herself.

“What was that for?” Yuna asks, noticing the sudden giggle.

Just then, the lunch bell rings, and B stands up instantly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Nothing. Just excited about my new relationship, I guess.” And about your soon-to-be relationship with my best friend. she thinks to herself, before greeting the girls goodbye and leaving the room.

Due to Kai’s absence, she had to walk to the gazebo alone, growing accustomed to having him pick her up outside her classroom so they could walk to the gazebo together. Now that she was left alone with her thoughts, she was starting to feel overwhelmed about everything that had happened that morning, from being back in school to her meet up with Yeonjun to officially being his girlfriend to learning about his ex. Even though she had learned a lot from Ryujin, she had to admit that her curiosity was still taking over her thoughts, which she knew would probably do no good for her new relationship.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder about Yeonjun’s past relationship, and worry about how similar it had sounded to her relationship with her one and only ex boyfriend.

As she approaches the gazebo, she sees that Yeonjun and the rest of the guys were already there, sitting at their usual places. Without Kai, she wasn’t sure where she should sit. She usually sat beside Soobin cause that’s where Kai would usually sit before welcoming her into the group, but now she wasn’t sure.

Before she started to worry too much about where to sit, the boys spotted her approaching the gazebo and started waving at her. She smiles and waves back, stepping into the gazebo.

“There you are! Ah, it feels good to see your face around here again.” Beomgyu says, welcoming her in. “And just in time, too. Yeonjun says he has an important announcement that he’d like to make.”

“That we’d like to make, actually.” Yeonjun says, offering B a hand as she steps in, and she takes his hand shyly, letting him guide her into the small space.

“Oh?” Taehyun says, eyeing the 2 with a bad feeling in his gut. “What announcement?”

B takes a deep breath suddenly feeling shy and nervous, her eyes on the ground. She was starting to feel worried about how their friends might react, and guilty about not telling them about the whole thing in the first place. She had grown very fond of the boys and felt very comfortable around them, their closeness making her feel safe, as if she belonged. She was afraid that being Yeonjun’s girlfriend would change the way they see her or the way they treat her.

Sensing her nerves, Yeonjun squeezes her hand, urging her to look at him instead. He offers her a small smile, which she nervously returns. He nods at her before turning his attention to the 3 boys seated. “First thing’s first, I just wanna say that I’m sorry we didn’t tell you guys about this sooner. We just agreed that it would be best to keep it between us until we were sure about how things would go.”

“Whatever it is, we understand.” Soobin says with a smile on his face yet with a sinking feeling in his stomach, his mind buzzing at Yeonjun’s choice of words.

We.

Taehyun looks at his president with worry, a part of him dreading whatever Yeonjun would say next yet already sensing what was coming.

Yeonjun smiles brightly, his heart fluttering as he looks at the girl by his side before slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to his side. “Baby and I are together.”

As the words leave Yeonjun’s mouth, Soobin’s gaze instantly falls on B, wanting to see if it was true or if it was some sort of weird prank that Yeonjun was pulling. When he sees her smile shyly, attempting to bury her face in the blue haired boy’s chest, his heart sinks.

“We’re officially a couple.” she confirms, her face getting redder by the second as she looks up at Yeonjun, who he could tell was grinning behind his face mask.

Soobin didn’t know what felt worse, the fact that his best friend and the girl he just realized he was falling for were now a couple, or the fact that now he was falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. Seeing them together now—her with her flushed cheeks and her tight grip on Yeonjun’s necktie and him with his arm dropping down from her shoulders to her waist, securing her by his side—made Soobin feel a bit sick. But what made him feel even sicker was the fact that seeing them together was making him feel sick in the first place. His best friend had finally found an amazing girl 2 years after his horrendous break up and was now dating said amazing girl. He wanted nothing more than to feel happy, but the fact that he didn’t made him feel terrible.

Before Soobin’s guilt starts to consume him, Beomgyu suddenly claps, sending a jolt through everyone in the gazebo. “Wow, congratulations B and YJ!” he says, approaching the couple and happily slapping the older boy on his back. “You 2 look great together.”

“Thanks, Gyu.” B says shyly, her blush visible even through her face mask, one hand fisting Yeonjun’s necktie as he kept her close to him.

“Don’t mention it, I’m happy that this guy has finally moved on.” Beomgyu says teasingly. “And that he was able to score someone way out of his league.” he says, wiggling his brows at the pair.

“Shut up, BG.” Yeonjun says, playfully shoving Beomgyu away before they share a quick high five “You’re right though, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” he says, using his free hand to caress her hair.

“Shut up, both of you.” she says, flustered. She looks at Taehyun and Soobin anxiously, holding her breath as she waited for their reactions. So far, the two boys had either been staring at her and Yeonjun or at each other.

Finally, Taehyun stands up, approaching the couple. “B.” he simply says, which causes her heart to sink a little.

“Tyunie?” she asks, nervously waiting to know his verdict. She and Taehyun had formed a sort of special bond over their walks together, and his opinion was the one that she worried about the most. She wanted to apologize on the spot for not telling him about it sooner, and explain everything about the past couple of weeks to him to make him understand why she had chosen to keep her relationship with Yeonjun a secret. She didn’t know why, but she wanted Taehyun’s approval.

He smiles at her then, and she feels the weight lifted off her chest. “Congratulations.” he finally says, stepping towards her and hugging her, which she wholeheartedly returned. She lets out a sigh as he rubs her back, her chin tucked into his shoulder, before he pulls away. “I just broke a health protocol for you.” he suddenly says, horrified. He instantly steps away then and starts to vigorously spray his hands, arms and neck with alcohol, which causes B to burst out laughing.

“You did it cause you looove me.” she says teasingly. “And thanks, Tyun.” she says, glad that he approved, though she made a mental note to tell him about all the details later on. She felt like she owed him that much.

It’s quiet for a moment as Yeonjun’s gaze lands on Soobin, the only one in the group who hadn’t shown any reaction towards the news as he had just been staring back and forth between him and B the whole time.

For Yeonjun, it was Soobin’s opinion he valued the most. Soobin was one of the few people in the world that Yeonjun would trust with his life. He was the only one among his friends who supported his relationship with Rose, valuing Yeonjun’s happiness above his own when he was clearly unhappy about the whole incident.

He was the one who was there for Yeonjun when everything came crashing down, the one who helped Yeonjun pick himself back up after being cheated on by his first love, the one who helped save Yeonjun from the nights when he would drown himself in alcohol in the hopes of numbing the heartache, the one who would sneak into Yeonjun’s house in the middle of the night to make sure he was asleep safe and sound in his bed rather than hooking up with random girls and picking fights with random guys at the bar, the one who would talk Yeonjun into giving his father a chance and reason with him that his father only wanted what was best for his son, the one who encouraged Yeonjun to join the dance club and the jazzed club and the student council, the one who begged the faculty and advisers to give Yeonjun a second chance at finishing school at MOA promising that he would keep his friend in check, the one who would do anything to make Yeonjun smile, and the one who would always tell Yeonjun the truth.

He stares at Soobin until Soobin’s eyes finally meet his and he stands up, making his way towards the blue haired boy. Once they stood face to face, there’s a moment of silence before Soobin’s face melts into a warm smile, his dimples peeking out from under his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners, which instantly puts a smile on Yeonjun’s face as well.

Yeonjun pulls him into a hug, relieved. “Congratulations, Yeonjun.” the taller boy says, patting his back a couple of times before pulling away. “I’m so happy for you.” he says.

“Thanks, Binnie.” Yeonjun says, patting him on the back as well. “This means a lot to me.”

Soobin nods at him before turning to B, and before he can say or do anything, she throws her arms out to him and pulls him in for a hug, her tiny body feeling especially fragile as her arms squeezed around his waist.

He looks down at B then, finding her in his arms for the second time that day, in almost the exact same way. Again, he feels time stop the moment his arms wrap themselves around her body, only this time she had her arms around his waist as well. Her face was buried in his chest, the top of her head inches away from his chin, the smell of her lavender-scented shampoo taking over his senses, his hands resting on the curves of her waist.

Only now it felt completely different.

When he hugged her this morning, it felt like everything in the world was falling into place, the feeling hitting him so suddenly with such clarity, as if time seemed to stop as he was hit with the realization that he was falling in love.

As he hugged her now, it felt like everything in the world was falling apart, the horrible feeling hitting him as he felt his heart sink deeper and deeper, as if time seemed to stop as he was hit with the reality that she was Yeonjun’s, that what he felt for her was wrong, that he could never let his feelings for her go past what they were now, that he probably shouldn’t even be hugging her anymore.

“Thanks, Soobinie.” she says in response to how he had congratulated Yeonjun.

“No problem, B.” he says, lifting a hand up to gently stroke her hair, taking a deep breath and taking in her lavender scent, savoring the warmth of her body against his one last time, telling himself he’d never hug her like this for as long as he could handle it. As he lays his chin gently at the top of her head, his eyes meet Taehyun’s, who was standing behind her, staring at him with a sad look in his eyes.

Soobin squeezes his eyes shut, prolonging the hug for a moment longer, before finally pulling away, looking directly at her eyes. She was glowing, her face flushed yet radiant, her smile so big that it was visible under her mask, she looked so so happy that it made his heart ache, knowing that the next few words he’d speak out loud would kill him yet knowing that he meant every bit of it.

“I’m happy for you.”

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Author’s note:

Hello, thank you for reading! I’m trying to get more familiar with Tumblr, so if you have any suggestions or comments don’t be afraid to drop them! (PS I’m not even sure how to reply to comments, that’s how bad I am at using Tumblr lol but I promise that all replies are highly appreciated!!) PS: Happy 1 year anniversary/birthday, MOA! <3 Also: STREAM DRAMA MV!

[hideyseek]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

tagged by @usersoup <3

What is the colour of your hairbrush?  it is .. black and turquoise, though i must admit that since i’ve cut my hair i rarely use it. 

Name a food you never eat? huh. caviar? i tend to forget about the existence of foods i don’t eat until i’m on the instacard website. chocolate ice cream, i guess. that’s like, a normal-person food i never consume.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i am constantly too cold. as i type this i am in my apartment in sweatpants under a blanket and my roommate is in shorts and a tshirt.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? mm i was reading a room of one’s own, at risk of sounding like the pretentious humanities major i am. i’m reading it out of desperation (we are in possession of the writer’s block and we would like to give it up as soon as possible), after having had it in my head to read since i came across a lin-manuel miranda tween in like 2015 telling all young writers to read it

What is your favourite candy bar? i don’t really like.. candy. twix or butterfingers, if i had to pick one at gunpoint.

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? yEAH u fucking bet i went to winterguard international championships twice in high school and bands of america championships once (both as part of my school’s winter/colorguard). i’ve never gone to a pro sportsball match though. 

What is the last thing you said out loud? oh, are you really out there alone? (at my roommate, who is on the balcony with a desk lamp rigged up for optimal dirtball making).   

What is your favourite ice cream? vanilla. or hazelnut. i fucking love hazelnut. 

What was the last thing you had to drink? not to associate myself with brands, but i am drinking sprite as i type this. 

Do you like your wallet? yes! i had my wallet nicked on a bus in the middle of the semester and my replacement is a lovely narrow black folding wallet that i am infinitely fond of.

What was the last thing you ate? the dregs of my cheezits, pepper jack flavor

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? mm no, though during my phone call with my grandma earlier this week she told me i should buy more clothes no less than four times. she thinks i should own and wear more “pretty girl clothes” and i haven’t the heart to tell her that i think gender is fake. 

The last sporting event you watched? i participated in a harry potter pub quiz over zoom the other week, if that counts. otherwise, probably something televised and american football related, several months ago.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN KETTLE CORN

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? oH thank god i have an interesting answer to this one -- my stage manager/playwright friend, whose recent play i am dying to get a copy of.

Ever go camping? yeah. my family used to go every august with some family friends. 

Do you take vitamins? mm just vitamin d. (fuck off this was not meant to be a dick joke).

Do you go to church every Sunday? nah.

Do you have a tan? not anymore... even during the semester i spend most of my time underground in a basement rehearsal space or in the on-campus computer labs. (hence the vitamin d)

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? these are?? not equivalent at all in terms of scope? chinese food, of course. 

Do you drink your soda with a straw? nah. can-to-mouth for me. 

What colour socks do you usually wear? depends on how cold i am: i have some very lovely warm purple socks and some red and black socks that my dear friend gifted me for christmas last? year? but otherwise i have just sports shoes height white socks and black socks.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? i am gay, i do not drive.

What terrifies you? failure, mostly. i hate that that’s my answer, but there you go. failure, or being putting myself in a situation where i don’t really have a choice in what happens to me.  

Look to your left, what do you see? mm, i just moved from the study to bed so: the empty space in the loft bed railing where the ladder is, a blank wall, the edge and hinges of the bedroom wall.

What chore do you hate? none, really? i’ll get really passive-aggressive about some of the small apartment tidying things in my head, but not often enough that anything comes to mind now. 

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? how my linguistics prof last semester had folks self-identify if they spoke non-american english in the middle of lecture

What’s your favourite soda? hm, hm. oH. there’s a vietnamese sandwich place in my hometown that has the best lychee soda. (a handful of google image searches informs me this is elisha aerated brand)

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? hm, most of the time when i’m going to fast food i’m going to in-n-out with either a pile of theater people or my high school friend group, so sitting. er, going in.

Who’s the last person you talked to? roommates, in person. 

Favourite cut of beef? i could not name cuts of beef if u asked me to really nicely. actually jk i know uh, ox... oxtail? i like oxtail soup.

Last song you listened to? am in the middle of listening to trenchh by cavetown but i’ve been alternating fob and cavetown and bastille on shuffle on spotify.

Last book you read? ella enchanted by gail carson levine, because it is my #1 comfort book.

Favourite day of the week? i like thursdays. they just sound nice.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? if i had like, several minutes, i probably could do it. but everything after w would involve me counting (counting? reciting?) from the beginning.

How do you like you coffee? i’ll drink it any way but black. i have discovered i do not like dalgona coffee. but i like the dark chocolate mocha that peet’s does in the winter a ridiculous amount.

Favourite pair of shoes? i have this pair of converse that’s grey stripes that always makes me feel like a Cool Arts Student, even though it’s actively terrible for my arches. 

The time you normally go to bed? to bed? midnightish. to being asleep? usually 1-2ish. 

The time you normally get up? eleven in the morning, apparently, since that’s what’s been happening now that i’m not setting alarms. during the school year, usually 7:30 or 8 because i work in the scene shop half the mornings of the week.

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? conceptually? sunsets. aesthetically? also sunsets. metaphorically, though, i prefer sunrises.

How many blankets on your bed? i’ve got a blanket (duvet, maybe? comforter? i have never really vibed with these western concepts of bedding) and another knitted blanket. 

Describe your kitchen plates: black and square and slightly chipped because roommates and i get a bit aggressive with cramming them onto the drying rack. 

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? i like hard cider. (i like soft cider better than hard cider, but the apple taste drowns out the alcohol taste enough for me to have a pretty good time.) 

Do you play cards? haha yeah. whenever i’m home i play 24 with my little brother and lose a lot. or my family’ll play 21. or BS, which i fucking hate because i cannot lie for shit.

What colour is your car? still gay, still don’t drive.

Can you change a tire? mmmmmmmmmmm no. i have a shocking lack of car-related life skills for someone holding down a job that mostly involves wrenches. 

Your favourite province? oh boy. hubei province, bc there’s no country specification and this feels less impersonal than if i were to just point somewhere in australia. 

Favourite job you’ve ever had? hm, let’s limit this to work i’ve done for money, just to narrow the field down. (i tend to like the work i do a lot.) i really really enjoy working as a sound technician, especially as a mic assistant (it checks my “meeting people” box and my “helping people with their emotions” box and my “storytelling for an audience” box because at the theater i work at, pre-show mic check is me talking about my day and has resulted in a handful of people telling me i should try standup). the hours and pay are kind of crap, though. you don’t get friday nights when your friday nights are spent backstage of the same show you’ve heard twenty million times at this point. i also enjoy teaching computer science, because i just fucking like computer science. christ, i just,, miss being at work :c the production of newsies i was gonna do this summer got canceled. 

How did you get your biggest scar? mm, pass. 

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i, hm. everything that comes to mind feels vaguely manipulative, since i can’t really tell if people were made happy? oh! i had an extended slack conversation with one of the academic interns for the cs class i help teach that was basically just us bonding over word humor. he seems like the kind of person who would have gotten a kick out of it. 

I tag: @kittog @wali21 @capt-ann @lemon-yellow @iamanonniemouse @raccoon-sex-dungeon @snakesonacartesianplane @eternalflarg @swimmingseafish (do it if u want! don’t let me bully u into anything)

[trashynoona]

Clothes.

Imagine opening your wardrobe, for that spring cleaning you ought to have done ages ago. As you sort through your hundredth cute outfit into the ‘keep’, ‘donate’ and ‘throw’ pile, you notice a box of clothes that you haven’t seen in awhile.

The old high school tshirt you had borrowed the first time you slept over at his place. The dress shirt you picked out for a formal event. The jumper you casually claimed ownership of. The flannel that you gladly accepted when he was clearing his wardrobe. These are his clothes. No, these WERE his clothes. You sigh. These clothes were no longer just clothes, they’re memory agents; each item carrying a very vivid memory you shared with him. They used to be special, but not anymore. In fact, they have been packed away such a long time ago that you had absolutely forgotten about their existence.

Hold on, why do you still have them if you had broken up ages ago? Ah right, Kim, your best friend, had forced me to do a wardrobe clean up after you hung around your room moving around for an unhealthy extended amount of time. You could not bear to part with all his belongings, so you ended up making a deal with Kim; to throw everything, except his clothes. You smile at that memory. It was a sight to remember, ‘no no I need this, please!’ You begged Kim while snot carelessly dripped onto the tip of your lip. Kim carelessly threw every thing that he had left at your place into a black trash bag. She would never understand, she did not have access to the memory bubbles these item/ held.

You picked up the old tshirt from the box. It smelled staled, as it should be.

‘Would you... perhaps... like to stay over tonight?’ Taehyung avoided your eyes as he shyly traced squiggly lines on your palm.

It was the first week since you guys have started dating. You became acquainted with Taehyung after you guys bonded over your love for melted ice cream when you offered to share your table with him in your university’s cafeteria. It was the first time Taehyung had invited you over to his place since you became official.

‘I’d love to. But... I have nothing to wear...’ you timidly replied.

‘Oh oh don’t worry! You can wear my high school tshirt! It’s super worn in and super comfy! I promise you’d like it!!!’ Taehyung was rambling as he jumped out of the sofa and into his bedroom.

‘Here!’ He showed you his washed out tshirt with a triumphant glee.

You guys took turns to wash up in the bathroom. You fumbled around with Taehyung’s tshirt. The fabric was made out of white cotton and the fact that it has been so worn it makes it very translucent. You were not used to wearing a bra to sleep, but you did not wanted to appear to brazen. But what’s the point of putting on a bra if it’s going to come off anyway? You made your decision and headed out of the bathroom.

Tae was fidgeting at the edge of his bed when your eyes met. Placing his hand on the bed for support, Tae struggled to place his eyes.

‘Is this... too much?’ You asked.

‘NO. No. Not at all.’ Tae responded as he shot out of bed.

‘You look beautifuller than I ever will in this tshirt.’ He muttered as he closed the gap between you.

That was the first night you had spent with your new boyfriend, Tae. Subsequently, it became a no brained for you to pick up the washed out high school tshirt whenever you stay over at his place. It always had an effect on Tae, it turns him into a very horny, very helpless puppy.

It was your faculty’s mid year formal and you’ve decided to attend as a couple. The only problem was that Tae was more of a ‘street fashion kinda guy’ as he described himself. His only white dress shirt has turned yellow and no way were you going to allow him to wear that garbage out.

You loved Tae, except when it came to shopping. Your boyfriend was the fussiest shopper ever. Too narrow, too pale, too baggy. In your eyes, it seemed like Tae was nitpicking every outfit he had tried on. By the 15th outfit, you lost it.

‘Kim Taehyung. Are you even taking this seriously?! Just tell me if you’d rather wear your yellow wash cloth. I’ve had enough!’ You half yelled as Tae came out of the dressing room in a pale lilac shirt, coupled with a deep purple suit.

‘Babe, I just want to look good for you.’ Tae pouted. Your boyfriend had that effect on you. For some reason, he looked like a five-year-old child who have just broken his favourite toy whenever he was down. How could you stay mad at him?

‘Sweetie, you look good in everything. In fact, I don’t even think I’d mind that much if you went in that washcloth of yours as long as you’re with me!’ You comforted the doe-eyed man.

‘Aw babe. I know you’d love me a little less if I had turned up in that washcloth. I actually really like this set, shall we?’ The boxy grin was back, as you marvel at your blessing for having Tae as your boyfriend.

In the end, you decided to pay for the lilac dress shirt to commemorate what you decided was your first formal event together. Your cheeky boyfriend on the other hand, announced to the world that it was a cover up to commemorate the first time you got mad at him.

In time to come, you’d realise Tae was setting you off more than you expected. You loved him, but you could not understand how could a grown man be so silly and happy-go-lucky all the time.

This leads you to the jumper. It was your first winter together and it was about 6 months into your relationship. You had just stormed off from your boyfriend’s place for a reason you can no longer recall.

Just as Tae thought you might be gone for good, he heard a little knock on the door, to the rhythm you have both came up with.

‘Babe?’ Tae muttered as he rushed to the door.

‘There’s a snow storm, I can’t leave. But I’m still mad at you!’ You push Tae aside as you invite yourself into the warm room.

Some how, Tae managed to appease you and you guys had the best make up sex that night. You had Tae’s jumper on as he licked your pussy just the way you liked it.

‘Do the Super Sonic babe’ you moaned as you grabbed a bunch of your boyfriend’s hair.

‘At your command mam.’ Tae muttered as he worked his way skilfully around your clit.

‘Super Sonic’ was a silly name Tae had invented for the technique that he knew would drive you crazy. As the name suggests, he had a mad way of moving his tongue at a high speed you could not imagine yourself. Perhaps it was the fact that he was highly skilled with the saxophone that trained his mouth muscle; but this boy can go on forever. The finale to ‘Super Sonic’ is a mind blowing orgasm that ends with you squirting all over.

‘I love you, so much , babe.’ Tae confessed for the first time as your wetness coated his face.

‘I love you too Tae.’ You said as you wiped the mixture of bodily fluid off your boyfriend‘s face.

You sigh as you picked up the last item in the box. The flannel shirt. It was the shirt that contained the most memories. It was Tae’s favourite shirt, so, it was naturally yours too.

Taehyung had worn the flannel on the day you first met and chatted over an hour. You had a tutorial to attend but you did not have the heart to interrupt the handsome stranger who was going on and on passionately about his love for melted vanilla ice cream.

The truth was, you were so busy chatting with Kim that you had forgotten to eat your ice cream. You never had a particular liking for melted ice cream but you went with it anyway, just because.

Tae wore the same flannel on your first date. The boy had planned to bring you to the carnival. Except, in typical taehyung fashion, he had forgotten to check for the weather forecast. You were actually glad that it rained, for you have acrophobia. You literally have to pop medically prescribed sleeping pills whenever you had to fly. But you went with it anyway, just because.

Tae turned up in the same flannel shirt the first time he met your family. You brought him around your childhood home for a tour when he came across a photo of you and a familiar stranger as children.

‘Babe you’ve never told me you have a brother?’ Tae asked.

‘Oh.. erm, he lives faraway and doesn’t come back often anymore.’ You answered as you hurriedly pushed Tae onwards. The truth is, your big brother had killed himself several years ago. It had taken away a part of your family, but you decided it was not time to tell your boyfriend the truth, just because.

Coincidentally, Tae was also wearing the same flannel shirt the day you guys decided to split for good. It was true that you could not stand how childish and flighty Tae could be. But Tae was the one who insisted on the break up.

‘It’s like I can never truly get to you. Do you even trust me?’ Was one of the last things you could remember Tae saying to you.

It was true, to an extent. It’s not that you could not trust Tae, but rather, you simply could not trust yourself. After the death of your dear brother, you have feared opening up to new people. You were terrified that they too, would leave.

You wish you had fought for Tae to stay. But you could not. The only thing you did was muster the courage to ask for that flannel shirt. The flannel that started it all and ended it all.

You decided to place all of taehyung’s clothes into the ‘throw’ pile, for it was just too painful to imagine somebody else wearing his clothes; unaware of the stories that came with it.

It has been over a year since Taehyung and you had broken up. You did not keep in contact since and decided perhaps it was time to casually check out his profile. Tae was looking very handsome and cheeky as usual. He was wearing a new flannel shirt with the Gucci shoulder bag that you have bought for him for your first and only one year anniversary. You smile to yourself and wondered if Tae still think of you whenever he used the bag, or perhaps, it is simply a bag to him now, a meaningless, overpriced bag. You will never know.

Just then, a notification came in and blocked your view of your ex boyfriend.

‘Heyyyy, just wanted to confirmed if we’re still on for drinks tonight?’ - Jin.

Yes, you have moved on. Memories of taehyung no longer leave you in tears and despair. You were regretful that you never found the courage to open up to taehyung but you figured, these things are not meant to be forced. Perhaps you had never found that courage because Tae was never the one to be. At one point, both Tae and you were probably convinced that you were meant to be. Unfortunately, time has proven otherwise. You are open to going on dates now. You are not sure if you will ever find the strength to break down all your walls, however, in the meantime, no harm trying you suppose.

Ps. It took forever to find Tae in a flannel, it’s almost like flannel is his fashion crux or something. Rip.

[ask-joyce-byers]

#16

{45 OTP Prompts: “Is that my shirt?”}

Laundry had been a mixed bag since beginning the packing process, and what to wear while attempting to wash everything one owned had been a challenge which involved Joyce wearing a motley assortment of Jonathan's cast-off tshirts and jeans that were in between Jonathan's size and Will's. She'd keep them, of course, because it was only a matter of time before Will filled out a bit more, and they were too long on her nevertheless – but then, what wasn't – and at the end of the day it was money saved. 

Even thrifting trying to keep clothes on growing boys wasn't easy, and she was keenly aware that whatever she put her kids in reflected not back on her, but back on them. The day Will had come home from school crying because the other kids hadn't thought what he wore was cool enough. Boyish enough, new enough. Called him hateful names, and Will hadn't ever thought he cared what other people thought, but he cried in her shoulder and threw the clothes in the garbage. Joyce had dug them out later and given them a good wash, folded them on his bed and when he came to her asking why they were there, she simply asked, “Do you like that shirt?”

“I dunno,” he'd replied, and in his defense, he was only in fourth grade that year.

“But why did you put it on in the morning instead of one of your other shirts?”

“Because I like it,” he'd reluctantly admitted, and she nodded. Not an I-told-you-so nod, just a nod of understanding.

“So you wanna keep it?”

“The other kids called me names because of it.”

“But they're not the one wearing it. You are. I think you should be in charge of what you wear, not them.”

And he'd hugged her and hadn't changed clothes that day, but a few weeks later when the shirt made reappearance, she didn't say anything but did notice that he didn't come home crying either. Still. She couldn't just put him in jeans that were nowhere near fitting his skinny frame. Not for another year at least.

Hair tied up in a ponytail, jeans cuffed at the hem as she unloaded the wet things from the machine into the basket and toted them outside to the clothes line, Joyce scarcely noticed the waiting Blazer until she was fully illumined by the sunlight.

“Hopper.” She plunked the basket on the ground and lifted an arm to shield her eyes. “What's wrong, why are you here?”

“Something have to be wrong for me to be here?” He had a tell-tale bundle in his hands, something brightly-colored and small. 

“What's that?” she began, giving the item a poke.

“It's El's. Apparently it's silk and you can't wash it normal?”

“Where'd you get it?”

“Thrift store. I thought she'd like some color.”

“It's colorful,” Joyce admitted, folding the garment over her arm. “I'll wash it, and give it back.”

“You're a lifesaver.”

“Not quite, but I'll take it.” Wrinkling her nose, she gave him something that was half smile and half squint before handing him the cardboard oatmeal canister she used to hold the clothespins. “I'm gonna put you to work though.”

“Not a problem. I'm all caught up at the station, Callaghan's out on some kind of courtesy call and Flo and Powell can hold the fort.”

“Clothespin.”

He obliged and handed her one as she shook out Jonathan's work shirt and took extra care with the cuffs and collar, pinning one shoulder on the line, and reaching for a second clothespin, her hand colliding with his.

“Thanks,” was all she murmured, intent on her work, unaware of the fixed look he was giving her. When Joyce looked up at last, Hopper's eyes were narrowed.

“Is that my shirt?”

“What, this?” Joyce stepped back, looking down at the baggy smock of a garment she'd donned that morning, the pattern drab, oversized. “You wear civvies?”

“That's my shirt,” Hopper accused around a droll grin. “You stole it.”

“Did not. It was left.”

“Mhmm.” Nodding wisely, he handed her a second pair of clothepins which she snatched and promptly put in her mouth, fixing him with an accusatory stare.

“Not my fault you forgot it,” she mumbled around the clothespins and Hopper chuckled, ducking beneath the clothesline and standing next to her, thumbs finding his belt loops and looking her over once again with a satisfied air.

“It's a good look.”

“It's laundry day, I don't dress to impress.”

“But it's impressive nevertheless.” He plucked at the sleeve which nearly covered her elbow. “You're drowning in it.”

“It could be a stylish dress. Just needs a belt.”

He chortled outright at that. “Stylish. You? Right.”

“Be nice. You're the one who must have picked out this hideous garment to begin with. Once upon a time.”

“Actually, Diane did.”

Joyce paused at that, looking up, seeing if she'd struck a nerve. His gaze was far off, but unperturbed. 

“Said I needed something to be comfortable in. I had two levels those days, uniform or undershirt.”

“Not much as changed,” Joyce murmured, and Hopper gave her a good imitation of a glare, one that was all eyebrows and mustache and very little vitriol.

“I'd say keep it, but it looks like you've been,” he began, reaching for where the pocket had started to tear away from the front of the shirt. “It's not a bad look on you. Get you a belt, try that dress style. I don't think I've seen you in a dress since high school.”

“I don't have a lot of occasions for dresses,” Joyce shrugged, bending to fetch one of Will's shirts, pinning it up hastily, grateful at least this load of laundry didn't contain underwear and bras. It was one thing sniping about his clothes forgotten at her house somewhere in the range of two decades ago. It was another to be analyzing more intimate parts of the wardrobe in front of an old flame.

“We should make an occasion. El's been trying to plan a dinner party. Bring the boys, make a night of it.”

“A dinner party?” A bemused smile crossed her lips. “What will you two be cooking, cereal and Eggos?”

“Lasagna,” Hopper huffed. “The recipe is on the box, it can't be that hard.”

“Uh huh. When is this dinner party?”

“Friday,” he deadpanned. “Seven o'clock. Bring the boys.”

“Jonathan won't be done at the paper til seven. Make it seven thirty.”

“Seven thirty it is. If the shirt's done El can dress up. And you should wear this.” He gestured broadly. “Sexy dinner party dress.”

“Don't ever say that word about anything I wear,” Joyce snorted. “El's shirt will be dried tomorrow, I can bring it over after work. I hope you're dressing up for this elaborate occasion as well?”

“You know it.”

“Uniform or undershirt?”

He held the clothepins out of reach after that, and no amount of pleading and threatening could convince him to bring them to her level.

[sunfloweryeri]

59 Hours

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader

Genre: Angst, a little fluff

Words: 4,547

Note: Requests are open! I write for all EXO members and other groups as well

“Are you still on for tonight?” Your friend Jongin asked you as you were gathering up your things to leave.

“Yeah, of course,” you said. You threw your bag over your shoulder as you said goodbye to Seoyeon. She waved goodbye to you as she was helping out a little boy to check out his library book. You followed Jongin outside to the afternoon breeze.

“Aw, you’re leaving?” A little girl with pigtails came running up to you.

“Jieun, you know I leave around this time everyday,” you said to the lite girl, smoothing down her hair.

“I know, I just want you to stay a little longer,” she said.

“She has to go home sweetie,” Jieun's mother told her. She smiled at you and ushered her daughter in the library. Jongin started walking towards his car as he waved bye to you. You walked towards the bus stop and waited for the bus to come.

You loved working at the library. You loved books since you were a little kid. They helped you escape the toxic household you grew up in. You vaguely could remember when your mom would drop you off to the library every Saturday so she could do god knows what. But you didn’t mind. Being in a room full of books was heaven to you. To have that much access to many stories around you made you feel less alone in the world. Your mom would constantly forget you at the library so one of the librarians would have to drive you home. You saw your mom smoking a pack of cigarettes on the porch. As soon as she saw you walk up the driveway, she would sigh and say sorry. But she continued to do it time and time again.

Because of that, the library has become your second home. By the time you were fifteen, you’ve spent almost everyday at the library. From doing your homework, to helping the librarians to eventually working at the library since you were eighteen years old. You were twenty-five now and you couldn’t imagine working anywhere else.

The bus eventually showed up and you got on. Many people asked you why you didn’t have your driver’s license and you always told them that you had no desire to drive a car. Some parts of that was true but some parts weren’t. The real reason why you didn’t want to drive a car was because of your father. Your father died when you were five because of a car crash and your life wasn’t the same since. It was one of the many reasons why your mom began to neglect you. She was torn to pieces because of your father’s death. She started smoking cigarettes because of the loss even though her own mother died of lung cancer because of smoking cigarettes constantly. Your mother vowed that she'll never smoke cigarettes because of her mother but once your father passed, that’s all she could think to do. She often forgot to cook for you leaving you to starve or to have one of the librarians to share half their lunch with you.

This lead to one of the librarians, Ms. Choi, to come to your house and very well put your mother in her place. She yelled, she screamed that your mother was neglecting you, her own daughter and would not hesitant to call child services. Your mother looked at you for the first times in years. You could vividly remember what she looked like that day. Her black makeup was smudged around her eyes making her look like a raccoon. She had no pants on, just a large t-shirt, one corner exposing her shoulder, leaving her rose tattoo in full display. She looked like a mess. You could feel her eyes on you as she studied your stature. Your cheeks were sunken in from lack of food, clothes barely hugging your body since you were skinny and your hair flat because you haven’t washed it in a few weeks. You looked terrible and you saw the sadness in your mother’s eyes as she burst into tears and hugged you. You were very taken back since your mother never hugged you.

It would eventually be the last time you ever saw her. She checked into rehab and you were taken into a foster care. Because you were older than most of the kids there, you eventually left when you were eighteen to work at the library. The librarians helped you out with your financial situation but you saved up to rent an apartment. Speaking of your apartment, you finally arrived there, you got off the bus and said thank you to the bus driver. You walked towards your building and made your way to the space you called home.

You walked through your door with a sigh. You took off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen. Judging from your foodless fridge, you probably had to make dinner but you didn’t want to eat too much food since you were going over to your friend’s house soon to watch a movie marathon. You opted to make some ramen. When you were eating your ramen, you decided to text Jongin to get more details about the movie marathon happening later this evening.

You: Who's hosting this movie marathon again?

Jongin: Chanyeol, you remember him right?

You searched through your memory of a boy named Chanyeol.

You: Your tall friend that dressed up like Iron Man that one Halloween?

Jongin: That’s the one

You asked Jongin for his address. It looks like his apartment is not far from where you live. Looks like you’re gonna have to walk. You casually know Chanyeol. All you knew about him was that he was tall and loves the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And that’s what this whole movie marathon is about. The new Avengers movie was coming out soon so your friends decided to watch all the Marvel movies in order to prepare for Endgame. Jongin invited you since you are a fan of the Marvel Universe. From what Jongin has said it’ll be your mutual friends gathered around watching all the Marvel movies in order for 59 hours. Thank God it was Friday and you have no work tomorrow.

After you finished eating your ramen, you decided to take a shower and slipped on a pair of jeans and a Captain America shield tshirt. It was dark out as you left your apartment and started making your way towards Chanyeol's. When you reached his apartment complex you didn’t see Jongin's car in the parking lot. You must’ve arrived before him. You knocked on Chanyeol’s door when you reached his apartment.

Chanyeol opened the door with a big smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Welcome, welcome,” he ushered you into his apartment. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” you said. Chanyeol looked just the same as you remembered. Tall, big smile, kind eyes, ears that stuck out that was actually kinda cute. You hung out with Chanyeol a few times. One time being on Halloween when he dressed up head to toe in Iron Man gear, you dressed up that Halloween as a Powerpuff Girl and it was one of the first times you ever dressed up for Halloween since your mom didn’t allow you too. As you looked around his apartment, you noticed that you were the only one here.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, turning to him. Chanyeol was wearing an Iron Man tshirt which was no surprise. His shaggy brown hair fell a little into his eyes. You had the sudden urge to push it away but you discarded that thought.

“I was wondering if you knew where they were,” he said rubbing his neck. “I texted Baekhyun but got no response.”

“I texted Jongin a couple hours ago, he said he was coming.”

“Well I’m not waiting for anybody, we have to start the marathon soon so we can actually make it to two days.”

Chanyeol started making his way towards his couch. There on the coffee table lay an arrange of snacks, popcorn and various colorful candy.

“But wouldn’t be awkward?” You asked, sitting hesitantly down on the couch a couple of inches away from him.

“Why would it be awkward?” Chanyeol asked, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“I barely know you.”

Chanyeol looked at you, his cheeks stuffed with popcorn.

“But we’ve hung out before,” he said swallowing.

“Like once, on Halloween.”

“No, there was Jongin's birthday party, Baekhyun's birthday party, Kyungsoo's birthday party,” Chanyeol listed.

“Okay so we usually hang out when it’s a holiday or someone's birthday, we don’t really hang out outside of those occasions.”

“Okay, since you claim we don’t know each other, how about we get to know each other with some questions.”

Chanyeol pressed play on Captain America: The First Avenger.

“Okay,” you said, eating some popcorn. “You go first since you suggested it.”

Chanyeol pretended to think for a second.

“What’s your favorite TV show?” He asked.

“The Office, Parks and Recreation, Brooklyn Nine-Nine,” you answered

“You prefer comedies I see,” Chanyeol said. “Thought you’d be into dramas.”

“I hate dramas,” you said. “They’re so dramatic.”

Chanyeol let out a deep laugh. “Well they are called dramas for a reason.”

“I know but do you really need to have a character death and the lead character getting cancer in one episode?”

“Not necessarily but the audience likes it.”

The reason why you didn’t like dramas wasn’t only because of their dramatic nature but their subject matter. Most of the storylines hit close to home for you and made you think of things you didn’t really want to think of. That’s why you prefer comedies. They made you feel like your life wasn’t shit for 20 minutes. You found comfort in Jim's pranks on Dwight, April and Andy's childlike relationship, Jake annoying his coworkers throughout the episode. It took your mind off of things you didn’t want to dwell on and you were grateful for that. You weren’t gonna tell Chanyeol this though. It was too personal.

“Your turn,” Chanyeol nudged his ankle with yours.

“Okay,” you thought. “What skill would you like to master?”

You guessed Chanyeol wasn’t expecting that question because he was quiet for a moment.

“I wanna play every instrument in the world,” he said. Like Chanyeol wasn’t expecting your question, you weren’t expecting his answer.

“Really? Why?” As you asked, you noticed his guitar right next to the TV.

Chanyeol shrugged. “I just think'll be cool.”

“Didn’t you play for the kids once at the library?” You suddenly remembered when a musician was originally supposed to come and perform for the kids at the library but the original guy didn’t show up so Jongin decided to call and ask Chanyeol if he wanted to do it. Chanyeol said yes. You remember him. Chanyeol’s tall figure walking into the building, his guitar case in his hand. He sat down on the stool in front of the kids and took out his guitar and proceeded to sing some children songs and the children gladly sang along. You remember liking his voice, it had a nice tone to it. It was velvety and deep and you quietly loved it.

You and Chanyeol now sat in silence while you watched the first Captain American movie. You didn’t dislike this movie but it was one of your least favorites in the franchise.

“I will never get over how badly they CGI-ed Chris Evans' head on that body. You can tell it’s not him,” you pointed out.

“It fits the story though, Steve Rogers wasn’t always the buff guy to begin with, I think it makes him a whole lot relatable,” Chanyeol defended. You continued to watch the film. You saw Steve Rogers turn into the Captain he is today, fight the Red Skull and then wake up to a modern day Times Square and Nick Fury telling him about the Avengers Intuitive.

“Honestly if I was Captain America and I’ve been told I was asleep for almost 70 years and wake up to find all this new technology and just general life advancement, I would be freaked out, Steve is taking it all too well,” you said.

Chanyeol chuckled. “I think he is freaked out, we just don’t see it.”

The next in the timeline is Captain Marvel, since you and your friends saw it already, you decided to move on to Iron Man.

“The best Avenger by the way,” Chanyeol said.

“That’s a weird way to say Spider-Man,” you said.

“You’re wearing a Captain America tshirt!”

“Spidey is still my favorite!”

Chanyeol laughed as he walked in the kitchen towards the fridge. “You want a beer?”

“Sure,” you said as Tony Stark asked the soldier to not put up any gang signs. You chuckled at the scene. Chanyeol handed you the cold beer as he came back to sit in his seat carrying a pack of beer with him.

“Let’s continue the game, I’ll go, what fictional place would you most like you go to?” He asked. That was such a great question for someone who works at the library. You’ve read all sorts of places you would like to go to. Narnia, Wonderland, Hogwarts, the list goes on. You actually started reading the Harry Potter books when you were eleven years old. You desperately wanted to go to Hogwarts. Hermione definitely was a role model to you when you were younger. Having being neglected by your mother, you worked hard to study and get grades so you could go to college. She was definitely the voice in your head telling you to study more.

“Definitely Hogwarts,” you said.

“What’s your Hogwarts house?” Chanyeol asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ravenclaw, one hundred percent.”

“You seem like more of a Gryffindor to me.”

“Really?”

“Remember that time I sang for those kids in the library?”

“Yes.”

“I stayed after my set and just watched how you interacted with all those kids. The way those kids looked up to you and asked for your help with everything, I don’t know, the behavior to me seemed really Gryffindor.”

You didn’t really know what to say. Instead you grabbed another beer and drank it down.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” apologized Chanyeol.

“No you didn’t, just took me by surprise that’s all. I remember that day. The kids really liked your voice. Thanks for doing that by the way,” you could feel a blush burning onto your cheeks. You never took compliments well. Anytime anyone would praise you, you would feel really embarrassed but you didn’t feel that way with Chanyeol.

“What’s your biggest regret?” You don’t know where that question came from, before you could apologize he said, “Not telling my sister I loved her.”

“Oh.”

“She left for college when I was a teenager and I haven’t seen her since. We bumped heads when we were younger and my parents gave her a hard time because she’s the oldest child but that was too much pressure on her. She up and left as soon as she turned eighteen, married a guy she met in college and never saw her again. She usually writes me a happy birthday letter every year but it’s not the same. I wasn’t even invited to her wedding. I only saw pictures of it on Facebook. She looked really happy and beautiful. I’m sad that she had a rough time at home and decided to leave us for good. I wish before she went I would’ve told her I loved her but I didn’t.”

You felt for Chanyeol. You didn’t have any siblings but you did have a father. You remember the day that he died. You were at school and the principal called you into the office. Your mom was there in tears, she signed you out and explained in the car that dad had gotten into an accident. She drove you to the hospital, the doctor's reassured her that dad was going to be okay but ten hours later, a doctor walked out of the double doors and looked at you and your mother with sadness. She screamed and yelled for not saving him. This was the first time you ever saw your mother cry.

You continued to watch Iron Man as you both drank your beers. You could never hold in your alcohol well so after a third beer, you found yourself a little drunk. Chanyeol was too by the looks of it. For someone so tall, you thought he could hold it down well but turns out he can’t. You found yourself sitting close to him on the sofa. Shoulder pressed up against each other, arm and arm, leg and leg, your head lolled onto Chanyeol’s shoulder. You felt Chanyeol’s fingers dance across your thigh. You weren’t paying attention towards Iron Man putting together his Iron suit but instead on Chanyeol’s fingers.

His hand was big against your thigh. This was really intimate considering you barely knew each other. But it didn’t feel that way. Despite having mutual friends and him doing friendly deeds towards the library, you’ve felt like you’ve know Chanyeol forever. Enough to watch all the Marvel movies with him, enough to get drunk with him and enough to be this intimate with him. You wouldn’t just let any guy have your fingers on your thigh as you’re watching a movie, have your head leaning on his shoulder, you never did this with Jongin or any of your other friends but with Chanyeol it weirdly felt right, like your head was made to rest upon his shoulder. His fingers were supposed to dance on your skin like this.

You took his fingers and they stopped moving. You brought his fingers up to your face and kissed each one. You felt Chanyeol hold his breath as you were doing this. You left a kiss on the palm of his hand. You heard him sigh beside you. You intertwined your fingers together and you felt a sudden urge to sleep. You closed your eyes and squeezed your interlocked hands and felt yourself drift off.

You woke up twelve hours later in a bed. The sudden panic you felt when you realized you weren’t in your own bed. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. The morning sunshine splashed through the window. You looked at the clock beside the bed, it read 11:35. You groaned as you stretched your arms, the memory of last night flooded into your mind. The beer, the hands, you kissing Chanyeol's fingers. You groaned in your hands at the memory. Why was your drunk self so weird. Chanyeol probably thought you were a creep now.

You got out of bed but just as your feet hit the ground, you saw Chanyeol sleeping on the floor. He was resting on his cheek, body tangled up in loose blankets. The sight made you sad. You quietly tiptoed over his body. When you entered the living room, there was empty beer cans on the floor and popcorn bowl on the ground littering the place with popcorn. You felt bad leaving the place like a mess so you decided to clean up. Threw the cans of beer in the recycling bin, sweeped up the popcorn and left a note for Chanyeol with sorry.

You spent your whole Sunday in bed due to a hangover. Jongin texted you asking what was wrong but you didn’t answer him since you felt betrayed he didn’t show up or how none of your friends showed up. It was very out of place for your friends to not be there. Jongin even asked you about it before you left work. None of it made sense.

The next day at work, you saw Jongin right as soon as you walked in with flowers in his hands. He knew flowers were your weakness. You scowled at him.

“Don’t talk to me,” you said, was you went behind the reception desk.

“Hello, Seoyeon,” you greeted your coworker.

“Hello darling,” she said. “Jongin has been bothering me all morning, if you could please do us all a favor and talk to him.”

Jongin stood in front of you with an apologetic look on his face.

“Just hear me out,” he said, he handed you the flowers and you reluctantly took them. “Let’s go in the staff room and talk.”

You looked at Seoyeon for permission. It was currently 6am and the library opens at 7, usually around this time you would help out and mark in the computer that a book was returned and put it back on its original shelf. You didn’t want to distract yourself from your duties but with Jongin giving you puppy dog eyes, you decided to hear what he has to say.

“I’ll give you both ten minutes,” Seoyeon said, not looking up from her desk. You and Jongin headed into the staff room to talk.

“Where were you Friday?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It was Baekhyun's idea,” Jongin said. Jongin was the first friend you ever made. When your mom would often forget you at the library, he would always keep you company. He was the only person who knew everything about you so you trusted him a lot.

“It was Baekhyun’s idea to leave me and Chanyeol alone in his apartment for the whole night?”

“I know it sounds weird but yes.”

You waited for more explanation.

“Baekhyun thought it would be a good idea for you to get close to Chanyeol. I told him it was a bad idea since I know you don’t open up well to people but he insisted. He hatched up this plan for all of us to gather for a Marvel marathon since we know Chanyeol loves it and so do you. But he just wanted it to be you two so he knew you weren’t gonna say yes to that and neither was Chanyeol so Baekhyun decided for us all to act like we were all going but then not show up so you guys can hang out together. He just thought you and Chanyeol should date but I said that’s a bad idea since I know you don’t want to be in a relationship but Baekhyun ignored me. I really tried to stop it, I really did. So if you wanna be mad at someone be mad at Baekhyun not me.”

You pondered over what Jongin just revealed. You couldn’t deny to yourself you didn’t feel anything for Chanyeol because you wouldn’t have kissed his hand if you didn’t. But it was true, you didn’t want to be in a relationship. But something with Chanyeol last night made you realize maybe being in a relationship wouldn’t be so bad. When you were both drunk and out of your mind, sitting next to Chanyeol with your head on his shoulder, with his fingers dancing across your skin. You felt something. You don’t know if it was love or lust or anything. You felt like you could tell Chanyeol your life story. And you had a feeling, he wouldn’t judge you. This feeling made you feel scared and relived. The only person you told everything to was Jongin. He was there for you in your darkest times. Maybe you shouldn’t be so scared to open up to someone. And that someone was Chanyeol. You didn’t have a problem with opening up to him last night, it made you feel light since you weren’t holding any of those barrens on your shoulders anymore.

You and Jongin both went along your day. Jongin tried making it up to you by giving you half of his sandwich since he knew you loved sandwiches. You forgave him, you had to since he went above and beyond to make you forgive him.

It was that time of day when the morning kindergarten kids came from school. Today it was your turn to read them a story. They all sat down on the colorful rug and with their big eyes, they stared up at you as you read. When you glanced from the pages to the children's faces, you saw a figure standing behind them. You glanced over. It was Chanyeol. His presence nearly made you forget your spot on the page. Ten minutes later, Jongin took the kids to the tables to work on finger painting. As you were clearing up the space, Chanyeol walked up to you.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” you said, you placed the book on the chair you were sitting on.

“Can we talk?”

You glanced over at the reception table. Seoyeon was helping kids check out their books. Jongin was a couple of feet away. They probably wouldn’t notice that you are gone so you walked over to the nonfiction section of the library. Barely anyone checked out library books around this time of day so it was vacant. You leaned on the wall of books and faced Chanyeol who was standing in front of you.

“Did Jongin tell you what happened?” Chanyeol nervously asked.

“He told me this morning,” you said.

Chanyeol looked down. “I’m sorry about that whole night. Baekhyun is an asshole. I should’ve known it was something he would do.”

“Why are you apologizing? I had fun.”

“You did?”

You nodded. “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I kissed your fingers and hand without permission and you probably found it weird but I was drunk. Even though that shouldn’t be an excuse.”

Chanyeol smiled at you. “I liked it.”

A blush bloomed on your cheeks.

“Oh okay.”

He chuckled softly at you and took you hand. You didn’t know what he was doing at first but you soon realized when he lifted your hand to his face and started kissing your fingers. You held your breath as he did this. Now you knew how he felt when you did it to him. He looked at you when he kissed your palm. You felt this intensity when he looked at you. The way your body burned up, the way he intertwined his fingers with yours like you did 59 hours ago.

Before you knew what you were doing you pulled Chanyeol in for a kiss. You could tell he was taken by surprise on the way he just froze but when he realized what was happening, he kissed you back. You both let go of your intertwined hands, you put both your hands on Chanyeol’s neck to pull him closer. He settled his hands on your waist. Kissing Chanyeol felt like a breath of fresh air like everything felt right in the world for a second. Before things could go any further, you heard someone clear their throat. You and Chanyeol pulled apart with a breath and turned around. There stood Jongin with a big smile on his face with paint all over his clothes to Seoyeon with a sour look on hers.

“Sorry,” you said. Seoyeon just sighed and dragged Jongin back to his station.

“So, uh,” Chanyeol turned to you. “Do you want to see Endgame with me on Friday?”

[strawnarrries]

Hi idk if your doing requests or not. But if you are can you please do a part two of the harry smut vibrating where y/n accidentally puts the panties on and they both go and stop at Harry’s parents house and before they leave Harry realises and decides to have some fun. Thank you ❤️

Warning(s): sexy timeeee

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My POV

My eyes fluttered open to the setting sun in the sky. Winter time was coming and the days were shorter. After stretching my limbs, I looked over at the clock on my bedside table and saw that the time was 6:13 PM. 

“Shit! Harry wake up!” I shook my sleeping husband next to me before throwing off the blankets and rushing to our walk-in closet. 

Harry and I got invited to dinner at Anne’s house. We haven’t seen Anne for months and were excited to finally see her. Gemma, her husband, and their little boy were also going to be there. 

We were told to be there at around 6:30 and we already were running late. We had just gotten to London after many weeks in LA. Jetlag was still killing us so we decided to take a little nap and of course, we overslept. Anne was never picky about us being late, especially in laid-back situations like this, but we still didn’t want to be late. 

Quickly reaching into my dresser drawer that held all my clean socks and panties, I grabbed the first ones I saw. They were black and lace. I then grabbed a random tshirt and a pair of jeans.  Rushing back to our room to see if Harry had gotten up yet, my clothes were threatening to fall from my arms. Harry was still snuggled up under the covers but in a different position than when I last saw him. 

“Harry! Get up! We’re gonna be late!” I yelled him as I began to slip off my clothes.

“Wha’?” he squinted, his voice deep and raspy. 

“We have dinner with your mom tonight remember?” I told him, slipping on my black, lace panties. 

“Fuck.” he mumbled to himself, throwing the covers off his body and racing to the closet. 

I quickly finished getting dressed before rushing to the bathroom to at least make myself look presentable. I sat at my vanity, put on a little bit of mascara and fixed up my hair just as Harry walked out of the closet, standing in front of the mirror and running his fingers through his curly locks.

“Ready, babe?” he asked. 

“Yeah.” I mumbled, doing my finishing touches, “Let’s go.“ 

“Ya look pretty.” he smiled at me as we made our way downstairs. 

“Awh thanks, baby. You do too.” I grinned. 

Once we made it downstairs, we quickly slipped on our shoes and grabbed our things before hopping into the car. Once we were settled and on the road, he placed a hand on my thigh lovingly as we listened to the radio together. 

Soon enough we made it to Anne’s house. We were about 15 minutes late but we knew Anne wouldn’t mind that much. Walking up to the front door, we knocked and she answered shortly after. 

“Hi! Come in! I’ve missed you all!” she greeted both of us as we walked through the door. 

“Anne, hey! We’ve missed you too!” I greeted back.

“Sorry we’re late. We took a little nap and didn’t wake up to our alarm.” I explained. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Food’s not even done yet.” she smiled.

“Oh good.” I chuckled softly.

“Hi, baby.” she greeted her son sweetly, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Hi mum.” he smiled back, hugging her tightly and giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“How are you all? Doing well?” she asked as we took off our shoes.

“We’re good. How are you mum?” Harry answered for both of us. 

“’m good. ’m doing well.“ 

“Good.” I smiled before we all walked into the living room where Gemma and her family was sitting. 

Gemma’s little boy was sitting on the floor, playing with some of his trains while Gemma and her husband, Michal. 

“Hey, buddy! I missed you!” I cooed to my almost 4-year-old nephew. 

“Aunt (Y/N)!” He yelled, running over to me and giving me a quick hug before he gave Harry one. 

“Hey, bub.” Harry smiled at him before he ran over to his trains again, getting distracted. 

“Hey Gem!” I greeted my sister-in-law with a big hug while Harry greeted Michal with a “bro hug”. 

“Hey, (Y/N). How’vya been!” She asked. 

“Good. ’m glad t’ be back in London. It’s so cold here though.” 

“It is. It was like 15 degrees yesterday. It was awful.” She giggled back in response. 

“Hey Michal, how are you?” I greeted, pulling him into a hug as Harry greeted his sister. 

“Good. ’m good.” He smiled. 

“Oh good.” I smiled. 

After everyone greeted everyone, we all sat down on the couch. 

“The food ’s almost ready so we’ll eat soon.” Anne announced.

We all began to catch up waiting for the food to be done. It was so great to finally see Harry’s family again. We haven’t seen them in what feels like forever and both Harry and I are very happy to see them again. 

Minutes into our conversation, the oven dinged. 

“Ooh, I think that’s the bread.” Anne exclaimed, standing up and making her way to the kitchen.

“’m gonna go help your mom.” I told Harry. 

“Kay, babe.” 

“I am too.” Gemma added before we both stood up and made our way to the kitchen to help Anne with the rest of the cooking. 

Harry’s POV

Both the girls left, leaving me and Michal. We continued to talk before we heard Gemma yell, “Food’s ready!“ 

We both stood up and Michal grabbed his little boy, Tommy, before we made our way to the kitchen. As we walked into the kitchen, the delicious smell of Mum’s famous dinner filled my nose as I saw the three girls working away at getting everything set up.

"Can yeh make T’s plate fo’ me, babe?” Gemma asked her husband as she turned off the stove. 

“Sure." 

"I’m getting the plates right now.” (Y/N) mentioned. 

As she reached up to grab a stack of plates from the cabinet, her shirt rose, showing a bit of skin. You could see the elastic band of her black, lacey panties. It wasn’t just any pair of panties. It was the vibrating panties I bought to punish her a few weeks ago. She must’ve accidentally put them on. This could be fun.  Remembering when I put the remote in her purse because I didn’t want to hold it, I prayed that it was still in there and she hadn’t taken it out. Walking up behind her, I slipped my fingers past the waistband of her jeans and pulled them up for her so her panties weren’t showing anymore. 

“What’re you-” she turned around and gave me a confused look and I answered her before she could finish her question.

“Could see your underwear.” I muttered to her. 

“Oh, thanks babe.” she giggled turning around and continuing what she was doing. 

“Also, your bum looks good in those jeans.” I leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

“Stop!” she whisper/yelled to me, smacking my arm playfully.

I chuckled at her response.

I sneaked out of the kitchen and went to find her purse. Digging through it, a miracle happened and it was still in the front pocket right where I had put it a couple weeks ago. Smirking to myself, I slipped the remote into my pocket, preparing for a fun night.

My POV

Everyone was finally settled at the dinner table, digging into our delicious food. 

“Ooh, Anne, this ’s good.” I complimented as flavor flooded my taste-buds and everyone agreed with me. 

“Is it really? I was afraid I cooked it too long.” she admitted. 

“No, it’s really good.” Michal added. 

A new conversation began to bloom as we ate. In the middle of dinner, a buzzing began in between my legs. My eyes widened for a split second as I realized what was happening. Did I put on the vibrating pair of underwear and did Harry know? 

I have a pair of panties that look just like the vibrating ones and I guess I didn’t realize I picked up the ones with the bullet vibrator in them and not my regular black, lacey ones. How could I not feel the vibrator though? I guess I was too rushed to notice because I didn’t want to be late. Fuck, I’m in for a wild ride tonight.

Giving Harry a side glare, he smirked softly. I noticed that his hand was in his pocket. He was definitely behind this… But how did he get the remote and how did he know I was wearing them? Wait, he must’ve noticed when I reached for the plates. Fuck, but again, how did he get the remote? 

“How did you get the remote?” I mumbled to him in the middle of the conversation. 

“Found it in your purse.” He mumbled back and I took another bite of my chicken. 

The intensity of the vibrations increased and I could feel a moan wanting to escape. Grabbing my glass of water, I took a sip and swallowed it down. I continued to eat, trying not to focus on my growing orgasm. 

Taking another sip of my water, he turned up the intensity and my breath hitched in my throat, causing me to almost choke on my water that was sliding down my throat. 

“Yeh alright, (Y/N)?” Michal grinned at me.

“Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe.” I chuckled back, feeling my cheeks burn a soft shade of pink.

He nodded and smiled. The conversation continued and I was praying no one ever noticed a thing. We continued to eat and talk while I suffered quietly. I felt the urge to moan but I knew I couldn’t make even the little sound. We weren’t in a crowded restaurant like last time so every tiny noise I make would be heard. 

Placing a hand on his jean-clad thigh, I dug my fingernails into his skin, silently telling him to turn it off. Just like last time, he didn’t answer me, just turned up the intensity of the vibrations to the highest setting.

Gemma was talking about some kid at Tommy’s preschool just before Anne asked, “So, when am I getting a grandchild from you two, hmm?" 

I was very taken back by her question, especially because of what was happening under the table. Did she know?

"Mmm, we’ve thought about it, haven’t we Harry?” I stared at my husband, wide-eyed and a fake smile on my lips.

“Yeah, plenty of times. We’d like to have kids someday. Maybe we’ll make one tonight, who knows?” Harry shrugged and I turned my head swiftly and glared at him. Everyone giggled at my reaction.

“Okay, none of that, Harry.” Anne scolded, shaking her head at her immature, grown-man son. 

That conversation resided and a new one started. As time went on, my orgasm got closer and closer. Was he really gonna make me cum right now? He’s fucking insane. 

I stuffed my mouth with food, in fear that a moan would escape. I stared at my plate and refused to make eye-contact with anyone, in fear that they would notice. My orgasm exploded and pleasure filled my body. My every muscle clenched and my thighs shook. My fingers dug roughly into the skin of his wrist. I’d be surprised if I didn’t draw a little blood. It was so hard to try to act like I wasn’t literally fucking orgasming right in front of everyone. 

Fortunately, I made it through with no noise escaping my mouth. I swallowed down my food as my orgasm faded away. I was just praying that no one noticed. I would be mortified. I slowly let out a soft breath, trying not to breathe too heavily in my aftermath. 

I glared at him with sharp eyes and he smirked smugly back at me. The rest of dinner went smoothly. We continued to talk and laugh. Once we all were finished eating, I was the first one to stand up.

“Dinner was really good, thanks, Anne.” I smiled as I stood up, taking my plate with me while everyone agreed and mocked my actions.

Walking into the kitchen, I set my plate into the sink, grabbing everyone else’s from their hands and placing them in the sink as well. I turned on the water and soaked all the plates so they would be easier to clean later.

“Thank you fo’ doin’ that, (Y/N). I appreciate it.” Anne thanked me.

“You’re welcome.” I smiled. 

We all went back into the family room and sat down on the couches, continuing our random conversation. About halfway through our conversation, I felt the buzzing again. Really? And we’re not under a table so any movement I made with my legs would be noticeable. 

I looked at Harry and gave him a sad look, hoping he’ll feel bad and turn it off so I won’t embarrass myself in front of his family. I was really close to his family but if they found out what was really happening. I’d never leave my house. 

He decided to be a dick and giggle at me, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. I rolled my eyes and looked away. As the pleasure increased, I felt the moans begin to want to come out. I bit my lip and tried to speak as little as possible. I grabbed the pillow that was set next to me, placing it on my lap and squeezing it hard. My orgasm was quickly rising and I bobbed my legs up and down, trying to hide the fact that they were shaking immensely. 

“(Y/N), are you okay? Why do you keep doing that with your legs?” Gemma giggled. 

“My feet keep falling asleep. I’m trying to wake it up.” I giggled back, lying straight through my teeth. 

“Oh okay.” she nodded. 

The conversation continued from there. 

“(Y/N)! Play twains wi’ me!” Tommy demanded, jumping up and down in front of me. 

“Okay, babe.” I smiled and he grabbed my hand, pulling me. 

“Turn it off!” I mouthed to Harry, glaring at him roughly. 

He obeyed my actions and the vibrations stopped. I sighed softly and tried to ignore the huge throbbing between my legs. I sat down on the floor next to Tommy and played his game with him; being engaged in the conversation as well. 

After a while, Tommy stood up and rushed over to Gemma, “Mummy, where my iPad?" 

Gemma didn’t answer him, just reaching over and grabbing his iPad off of the table, handing it to him. 

"T'ank you.” he hummed softly, grabbing it from her hand. 

Tommy ran over to Harry, sitting next to him on the couch. Beginning to show Harry his learning game, I stood up and sat back down on the couch next to them, realizing that he wasn’t interested with me anymore.

The night when on and I occasionally tickled or teased Tommy, causing him to giggle as he played his word game and me and Harry helped him pass some levels while all the adults talked about something random.

“Michal, we gotta get goin’. Tommy’s bedtime is soon.” Gemma told her husband. 

“Okay, babe.” Michal responded. 

Our conversation slowly ended after that. Soon enough we all were at the door, saying our goodbyes to Gemma, Michal, and Tommy. 

“Bye Tommy, I’ll come see you soon, okay?” I said to my nephew in Gemma’s arms. 

“And pway twains?” he asked adorably. 

“Of course.” I smiled. 

“Bye Gem, I’ll see ya soon.” I smiled as she stepped out the door. 

“Bye.” she smiled. 

“Bye Michal!” I smiled at him as he followed Gemma. 

“Bye!” he grinned. They made their way to the car and left before Harry, Anne, an I went back inside. Sitting back down on the couch, we carried on our conversation. Luckily, throughout the rest of the night, there were no vibrations between my legs. It was getting late and it was time for us to go. 

“Thank you for everything Anne.” I smiled, giving her one last hug.

“Of course, anytime.” she smiled. 

“Thank you.” Harry hummed, hugging her after me. 

“Come see me again, yeah?” she told us as we stepped out the door. 

“Of course.” I giggled. 

“Bye. I love you both.” she smiled as we began our journey to the car. 

“We love you too, Mum.” Harry answered for both us. 

We hopped in the car, turning it on and doing our final waves before driving off. 

“Again? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him once we were on the road and out of sight of our family, “I didn’t even do anything to you either!” 

He giggled as I shoved him gently when we stopped at a stop sign. 

“Really, why did you do that! That was even harder than when we were in the restaurant!” I yelled at him, pretending to be angry. 

“I wanted t’ have fun. I like seeing you suffer like that. It’s sexy.” he teased. 

“You’re fucking rude!” I yelled again, slumping back in my seat and crossing my arms, trying not to giggle. 

The whole car ride there weren’t many words spoken. Only a few. Harry sang along to the radio while I stared out the window, admiring everything we passed. Soon enough we got home and pulled into our garage. After Harry turned the car off and unlocked the door, I took off my seatbelt and opened the door, getting out with my purse in my hands; Harry followed shortly after me.

Walking through the door, we both slipped off our shoes in silence. Turning around, we made eye-contact and I narrowed my eyes at him jokingly. 

“That’s so fuckin’ hot.” he shook his head before taking a step towards me. Cupping my face, he crashed his soft lips onto mine.

“I hate you so much.” I mumbled against his lips. 

He chuckled softly before moving his hands down to cup the back of my thighs, acknowledging for me to jump onto his waist. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. 

Attaching my lips to his neck, I pressed sweet, open-mouthed kiss to his soft skin as he made his way upstairs to our shared bedroom. Once we made it to the room, he walked in and closed the door behind him with his clothed foot. He set me down on my own two feet, pressing me up against the grey, painted wall. One of his arms were pressed against the wall next to the side of my head while the other was wrapped around my waist, cupping the small of my back. His lips moved against mine while his tongue explored my mouth. My hands ran through his soft hair as his fingertips skimmed the hem of my shirt. Harry pulled up my shirt and I lifted my arms, letting him take off my top. He tossed it to the side and smirked at the sight of the swell of my breasts peaking out of my plain, black bra. 

He hummed, reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra. Letting the straps slide down my arms, Harry took my bra, dropping it with my shirt. My breasts were revealed to him and the cool air. I felt my nipples harden as he cupped both breasts, massaging them gently in his big palms. 

“s’ fuckin’ pretty.” he grinned at me. 

Blushing softly, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his prickly jaw. Chuckling softly, he wrapped his arms around me again. Grabbing onto the hem of his green shirt, he reached behind his back and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. Pulling it up and over his head, he tossed it with my clothes, leaving us both shirtless. 

Smiling softly, I ran my fingernails down his warm, tattooed torso. I saw goosebumps rise on his skin. As my fingers lowered, I traced down his happy trail before reaching the hem of his tight jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans before unzipping them, getting ready to slid them down his legs. 

“Wait-” Harry mumbled, digging into his pocket and pulling out the black remote that controlled my panties before tossing it onto the bed behind him, “we’ll use that later." 

"Nooo, at least let me make noise.” I whined. 

“Maybe if you’re good.” he whispered into my ear.

Shivers ran up my spine as I giggled girlishly, feeling my tummy tingle in excitement, “Okay.”

Slipping my fingers back into his jeans, I began to push them down his legs. Today Harry wore his skinny jeans. His tight ones. I was struggling to get them off.

“These are so fucking tight, Harry.” I grumbled as I struggled to push his jeans down his legs. 

“Sorry.” he giggled, helping me peel his pants off his legs, taking his socks off in the process.

Once they were finally thrown into our pile of clothes, I let out a breath, “Why the hell do you wear those?”

“‘cause I like ‘em.” he shrugged. 

I rolled my eyes playfully before attaching our lips again. I trailed my lips to his jaw, all the way down to his belly button. I got on my knees in front of him, running my tongue along his happy trail. I palmed his member over his boxer briefs, massaging it gently. I felt him harden under my touch as I pressed soft kisses to his love handles. 

“You gonna suck me off, baby? Wrap those pretty, little lips around me?” he hummed, looking down at me as he moved a strand of hair out from my face.I bite my lip and grinned up at him. I slipped my fingertips past the elastic band of his blue underwear, pushing it down, letting it pool at his feet. His hard member slowly sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of him. His tip was swollen red and oozing precum, his veins were prominent, and he was as hard as a rock for me. I wrapped my palm around him, pumping him slowly. 

“’s that feel good?” I asked. 

“Yeah.” he nodded, closing his eyes. 

I pressed a few soft kisses to his tip, licking away all the precum. I kitten licked his tip, teasing him a little. He reached down and threaded his fingers through my long, soft hair.

“Babe, c'mon, don’t do this right now. I needa feel yeh.” he whimpered, tossing his head back.

I chuckled softly to myself before taking him into my mouth. I looked up at him through my lashes and saw his Adam’s apple bob. Beginning to move my head up and down against him, I continued to pump what wasn’t in my mouth. I hollowed out my cheeks and listened to his breathing become uneven. Coming off of him, I licked up the underside of him. Pressing a kiss to his tip, I took it in my mouth, sucking it. 

“Wanna sit.” he mumbled, taking a few steps back and sitting down on the bed; he placed both of his hands behind him on the bed to support his weight.  

I knee-walked towards him, instantly wrapping my palm around him and starting from where I left off. I took his swollen, red tip back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. 

“God, you’re so good a’ this. Keep doin’ that.” he moaned. 

Looking up at him through my mascara covered lashes, I smirked softly. Our eyes locked, his green eyes now clouded with lust as he watched me. His handsome face was contorted with pleasure and his swollen, pink lips were part as soft breaths released. He grabbed all my hair between his hands and held it up out of my face. 

Moaning against him, I took him into my mouth again. 

“Oh, god.” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Pushing him up against the side of my cheek, I flicked my wrist with every pump of his shaft. His hard member was throbbing against my touch.

“C'mere.” he mumbled, “Le’s ge’ on the bed. ’s more comfortable fo’ yeh.” He let go of my hair and I felt hit sprawl over my bareback.

“You’re so sweet.” I grinned at him as he sat against the headboard and I laid on my stomach in between his legs. 

I took him back into my mouth and continued to moan against him, seeing as his muscles clenched in pleasure. I reached over and grabbed his hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. His hand other went for my locks again, running his long fingers through them. His grip was tight but not tight enough to hurt me. 

Moans escaped his throat and I knew his orgasm was rising quickly. Coming up back to his tip, I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. My name fell from his lips, a string of profanities following after. Putting him back into my mouth, I went a little deeper and he grunted. Deciding I should give his balls a little attention, I came off of him again and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his shaft. I pressed gentle kisses to his balls, looking up at him for any sign of uncomfortableness. I knew they were very sensitive. Once I saw none, I went to the next step. Sticking my tongue out, I kitten licked at them, making sure to continue pumping his shaft to give him as much pleasure as possible. 

Once I thought I had given his balls enough attention, I went back to the tip, taking him into my mouth again. I pushed him up against the side of my cheek, swirling my tongue around his shaft. His veins were prominent against my tongue. Coming off of him with a subtle pop, I gave him a flirty smile as I looked up at him. Our eyes locked and that was enough to get to him melt into me. 

“Mmm, c'mere, babe." 

I grinned wider and got up, moving so I was straddling his lap. He crashed his lips onto mine, immediately licking into me. I hummed against his lips, letting my hands roam his chest. 

"You’re amazin’ at that.” he grinned. 

“Love doin’ it you.” I grinned back into a kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth. 

“Think it’s your turn though." 

Switching spots with him, I laid down comfortably before he hovered over me, grinning, ”’m gonna make yeh feel so fuckin’ good t'night, baby. You’ll be screamin’ my name.“ 

I giggled as he kissed all the way from my lips to the top of my jeans, not leaving an inch of my torso untouched by his tips. My panties dampened with excitement as I watched his every move. He situated himself between my legs. He looked up at me as he unzipped and unbuttoned my pants before pulling them down my legs. Sitting up on his knees, he pulled them passed my feet, tossing them behind him.

He laid back down between my bent legs, coming face to face with my core. He ran his finger up and down my clothed slit, feeling how dampened my panties were. 

”(Y/N), you’re soaked through your panties, babe.“ he gasped softly. 

I bit my lip and looked down at him. 

"How’d yeh get this wet, huh? Was it me? Did I make yeh this wet?” he asked, his voice deep. 

“Yeah.” I nodded slowly. 

He smirked and turned his head, pressing rough kisses to my inner thighs. After nipping at my skin, he ran his tongue over the bite to soothe it. 

“Hand me the remote, will yeh?” he asked, nodding his head towards the remote sat next to me. 

I grabbed it and handed it to him.

“Thank you, m'love.” he smiled.  

“You’re welcome.” I smiled back.

Looking down at the remote, he turned it on to the first intensity. The buzzing against my clit began and I couldn’t help but smile softly down at him as I watched him admire me and my every move. 

“Feel good?” he asked sweetly. 

I nodded, bucking my hips up. Closing my eyes, I felt his lips against the inside of my thigh again. 

“Turn it up.” I mumbled, looking down at him.

He smirked up at me, licking his lips slowly. Moving his eyes to the remote he moved up the intensity. The vibrations against my clit moved up a few notches and my back arched off the bed, a loud moan rolling off my lips. I felt Harry press his fingertips against the vibrator over the soft fabric of my panties. He added pressure and pressed the vibrator closer to my clit. Rolling the vibrator around my sensitive nub, I moaned his name. 

I was in pure bliss. My thighs clenched and I reached down, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, tugging gently. I heard a soft grunt leave his lips and I swear the tiny sounds he would make were enough to make me go crazy with pleasure. 

He slipped his fingertips past the elastic band of my panties, getting ready to take them off, “Hips up, baby girl." 

I obeyed his words and lifted my hips. He pulled my panties down my smooth legs. He quickly pulled the still buzzing vibrator out of the little pocket before tossing the panties behind his shoulder. He grinned at me and I mocked his grin before he situated himself between my legs again. Placing the little vibrator on my clit against, pleasure zapped through my body again. 

Admiring my throbbing core, he used his free hand and ran his fingers across my wetness. He licked his lips and grunted softly. Using his middle finger, he circled my soaking entrance. He slipped in one digit, a second one seconds later, looking up at me and watching my every facial expression and every clench of my muscles. He thrust his fingers in and out of me, curling them up and hitting my spot right on. A loud moan left my lips once he started gently rubbing it, the vibrator still circling on my clit. When his cold rings hit my skin, chills ran up my spine.

"Oh fu-fuck, I - ooh -” I moaned, feeling like I had entered heaven for the first time, “God, Harry, I love you." 

"I love you more.” he chuckled softly at the tone of my voice. 

Usually, I would fight back with that but I was so in my zone I couldn’t find the words to say anything back. He continued his actions on me. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I looked down and watched him. He was so focused on making me feel as good as he possibly could. It was the sexiest thing in the world.

After taking his long fingers out of me, he moved the little vibrator, taking his time and massaging every part of my core with it. He didn’t skip a single inch before he got to my leaking entrance. He circled with it the tip of the buzzing vibrator, looking up at me for any sign of uncomfortableness. My head was thrown back and soft whimpers left my throat. He slowly slipped the bullet into my entrance, not letting go of it with his fingers. It was pleasurable, I wasn’t going to lie, but I needed something more blissful, more intimate. 

“Does this feel good or no?” he asked. 

“Mmm, I want your mouth.” I hummed while looking down at him, imagining how good he always makes me feel with his mouth and fingers.  

“My mouth, huh? Yeh like my mouth doncha?” he grinned, “It make yeh feel good?" 

"Yeah.” I nodded, butterflies erupting in my stomach in excitement. 

He chuckled softly and turned off the vibrator, setting it on the bedroom bench at the end of our bed. Looking up at me through his long lashes, he pressed a few sweet kisses to my clit before kitten licking it delicately. I was already throbbing for him. I needed him. 

“Harry, no.” I whined, bucking my hips up into his mouth. 

“What do you say?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Please.” I whimpered. 

“There’s my good girl.” he grinned before going straight in and wrapping his plump lips around my pulsing clit, sucking harshly.

I bit my bottom lip and moaned out, arching my back and tightening my grip on his brown hair. His tongue swiftly flicked across my clit while he slipped his two fingers inside of me again, thrusting them in and out at the perfect pace. His cold rings made the whole situation even more pleasurable. If he kept doing what he was doing, it wouldn’t be long before I’m a shaking mess beneath him and I know he knows that too. 

“Tastes s’ fuckin’ good.” he moaned against me.

Eating me like he hasn’t eaten in days, he made loud licking and sucking sounds. The vibrations from his voice sent new waves of pleasure through my body. Using his free arm, he wrapped it around my waist to keep me from squirming too much. Seconds after seconds everything became so much more intense as my orgasm got closer and closer. Soon enough I felt my body come undone beneath my husband. His name and profanities left my lips as I squirmed around under him, his grip tight on my waist so he could still pleasure me. My mind my fuzzy and I saw stars behind my squeezed shut eyelids. I was in pure ecstasy. 

Soon enough everything began to slowly come back to normal. My moans died down, being replaced with heavy breaths. My body as calmed down and his grip on me loosened. Harry removed his fingers, slipping them into his mouth and sucking off my wetness before licking one long stripe up my whole center, licking me clean. He snaked back up my body so he was hovering over me. I slowly opened my eyes to see my sexy husband smiling down at me. His eyes were clouded with lust and his lips and chin were glossy from my release. 

“Wow.” I breathed out. 

He chuckled and moved a strand of hair out from my face. He leaned down and attached our lips. Licking into me, I tasted my salty release on his tongue.

“My pretty girl.” he cooed, pressing his forehead against mine. 

“Wanna feel you inside me.” I hummed back. 

He smiled and looked down between our bodies. Grabbing his hard again member, he ran his tip up and down against my clit teasingly.

“Harry, don’t.” I whined, closing my eyes and throwing my head against the soft pillow.

“Yeh haven’t been usin’ your manners much t'nigh’, have ya now?" 

"God, Harry, please,” I whined, “Needa feel you inside me, always feels so good." 

He grunted and lined up his thick member at my dripping entrance. He thrust his hips and filled me up completely. I let out a moan and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. He moved in and out of me while pressing sweet kisses to my neck and shoulders. 

"s’ warm. Feel’s good.” he mumbled and I felt his warm breath fan on my skin.

I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying the amazing feeling of him. He lifted his head up and our eyes met. He was so gorgeous like this. I couldn’t believe he was mine. His eyebrows were furrowed together, a thin layer of sweat arising on his skin. His green eyes were taken over by lust and his growing scruff complemented his pump, pink lips and his sharp jawline. 

“God, yeh feel fuckin’ incredible.” he hummed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall to my chest. 

I bit my bottom lip and circled my hips underneath him. A grunt left his throat. I knew he always loved when I did that. 

“Go faster.” I breathed out. 

He obeyed my actions and sped up his thrusts. His hips smacked against mine and I groaned in pleasure. I pressed kisses under his ear and against the side of his face, feeling his back muscles contract under my hands. 

I let out a shaky breath, “Oh, I love you.”

“I love you too.” he replied, his breath as shaky as mine. 

Grabbing my thigh, he lifted it up and hooked my leg over his shoulder. This new position gave us a deeper penetration that always felt good for both of us. 

“Ooh, yeah, right there.” I moaned. 

He smirked and drove into me harder. The bed squeaked under us with every thrust. Our eyes locked again before he used his free hand and pushed a strand of hair out from my sweaty forehead. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat and I let my walls squeeze around him. A low moan escaped his throat. 

Dirty words fell from his lips, bringing me closer to the edge. I dug my painted fingernails into the sides of his shoulders; I’d be surprised if I didn’t leave a mark for the morning. 

Letting my leg fall from his shoulder, I wrapped my arms around him and began to move, acknowledging that I wanted to be on top. He got the hint and rolled over so his back was laying on the soft sheets. I climbed on top of him and got comfortable before lining up with his hard member. Sinking back down on him, my lips parted. 

“So sexy like this.” he hummed, reaching up and grabbing my breast in his warm hand, kneading it gently. 

I chuckled softly, moving all my hair to one side of my face before I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. I only moved my hips against him so I could kiss him at the same time. His sweet but rough kisses added so much pleasure to everything. His lips were so soft and his tongue caressed mine. I could kiss him for hours on end if I could. 

Letting my head fall to his shoulder, I sped up my thrusts. He placed both of his hands on my bum, gently digging his fingertips into my skin as the pleasure increased. Soft moans began to fall from my lips again. With every thrust, he hit my special spot. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I’m shaking above him.

Being the generous lover he is, he slipped his hand between our sweaty bodies and pressed his calloused fingertips on my throbbing clit. Rubbing it in circles, the added bliss caused his name and profanities to leave my mouth. With his fingers pressing on my most sensitive spot and his thick member hitting my spot with every thrust, I knew we both were going soon. 

“Gonna make me cum.” he whispered into my ear. 

“Me too,” I replied, “Oh my god." 

Only seconds later I felt the fire in my stomach explode and fill my body with immense pleasure. Loud moans spilled from my lips as my body shook. Shortly after I released, I felt Harry’s warm embrace burst inside of me. His fingertips dug into the skin of my hips while his moans mixed with mine. My toes curled and my mind went fuzzy as I rode out my high. 

Soon enough our orgasms were fading and we began to come back to reality. He brought his hand back up and wrapped his arms around me tightly. Breathing heavily, I lifted my hips and let his now soft member slip out of me. I rested my clammy body on top of his, taking him in. We laid there listening to each other’s breathing even out before he spoke up, "Mum was talkin’ about grandchildren. Maybe we just conceived her one.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” I smiled against his shoulder. 

“Me either." 

"I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you more.”

“No you don’t.”

[beepbeep-losers]

IT Secret Santa

this is a one shot for @greywatertrashmouth for the @itsecretsanta !!! I hope you enjoy it! happy holidays, and I hope the holiday season and the new year treats you well ❤❤❤ 

First Date

ship: Reddie

length: 1,578 words

“Richie, you’ve gone to the movies alone with Eddie before. I don’t understand why you���re freaking out,” Stan said, trying to focus on his comic book. The villains bothering Batman were far more pressing than Richie’s panic over his first official date with Eddie.

“That was when I thought I was straight, Stan!” Richie snapped, throwing clothes out of his dresser drawer in an attempt to find jeans that looked good with his shirt.

Stan snorted. “You were the only one to ever think you were straight,” he muttered.

They were in Richie’s room, where he had dragged Stan after school. It was a Friday afternoon, and Richie was supposed to pick Eddie up in an hour. He had been frantic all day, and Stan had come to be a slightly unwilling but supportive friend.

Richie threw a tshirt at him, and Stan wrinkled his nose and tossed it aside when it landed on him. “Gross, Richie, I don’t know where that’s been,” he complained.

“That’s what you get for not being helpful, Stanley!” Richie whined. “How am I supposed to act around him? This is so…different.”

Stan rolled his eyes and shut his comic book. “Can you quit being a dumbass, Richie? It isn’t any different. The only thing you should do differently is talk about his mom less, compliment him, and maybe hold his hand at the movie.”

Richie looked at him for a few moments, before a grin burst out on his face. “Lookie there, Stan the Man, you can be useful!”

Stan glared.

-

Eddie had changed at least seven times in the past half hour. He kept running out of his bathroom and into his bedroom, showing Bill, and then running back before Bill could even finish whatever compliment was leaving his tongue. Bill sighed each time, and went back to sketching to wait until he heard Eddie enter the room again. He was checking his watch and letting Eddie know what time it was every five minutes, just like he’d asked.

“It’s f-f-fifteen til s-six, Eddie,” Bill called, and Eddie darted out of the bathroom.

“Okay, I think this is the one for real this time!”

He was wearing khaki pants that clung tight around the ankles and a cranberry-colored sweater. It must have been a size or two too big, because it hung low and the sleeves threatened to cover his hands even though they’d been rolled up at the ends. His hair was styled perfectly, as always, and his eyelashes looked longer and blacker than usual.

“You l-look great,” Bill praised, grinning at how Eddie was bouncing in place excitedly.

“Am I supposed to pay for him?” Eddie asked suddenly, eyes widening. “Or is he paying for me? Are we paying separately? Fucking shit, I should text him and ask –“

“Eddie,” Bill said, “calm down. It’s only Richie. You guys will figure it out on the way. It isn’t a big deal. Just take some money just in case.”

Eddie nodded, but still looked fretful. He made sure that he had two twenties in his wallet and slipped on some of his favorite chocolate brown leather shoes. He’d just put them on when he heard the familiar, ragged beep of Richie’s truck. His heart jumped in his chest and he gave Bill a panicked look.

Bill closed his sketchbook and stood, reaching out to put a hand on each of Eddie’s shoulders. He looked his long-time friend in the face. “Breathe. It’s f-f-fine. You’re going on a d-date with the t-tr-trashmouth, Eddie. If it goes badly, how m-much of a loss is it?” he grinned.

Eddie laughed, playfully shoving Bill away. “Yeah, I guess.”

They left Eddie’s room together, Bill’s sketchbook and pencils tucked safely into the backpack on his shoulders. When they left the house – after a hasty goodbye to Mrs. Kaspbrak – Bill went to his car with a wave “goodbye” to Eddie and Richie, and Eddie walked as calmly as he could manage to Richie’s truck.

-

Richie’s truck smelled like a mix of cigarettes and the evergreen car freshener that hung on his rear view mirror. The smell of smoke wasn’t strong enough to bother Eddie’s lungs, but he always playfully complained about it and Richie always rolled down the windows whenever Eddie was in his truck. Eddie would never admit it, but he actually loved the smell of Richie’s truck. It smelled like…Richie. But he would never tell him that.

There was a weird silence that settled over them after their initial hellos, and it lasted all the way until Richie parked his car at the Aladdin. Eddie felt like he was completely incapable of producing words. Richie couldn’t stop his fingers from tapping nervously on the steering wheel. He’d nearly had a heart attack the second he’s seen Eddie wearing what Richie knew was his favorite sweater for him. Eddie only wore that sweater to things he was really excited about. What if Richie didn’t live up to the sweater’s hype?

When Richie parked the truck, they sat in silence. They were early, for once in their lives. Their movie didn’t start for fifteen minutes. Richie ran a hand through his hair anxiously. What if this had all been a bad idea? What if he and Eddie weren’t meant to be? Were they fucking up a perfectly good friendship because of some stupid hormones?

But….well, Richie liked Eddie. He didn’t just want to get in his pants or something. But the silence around the two of them was enough to make him begin to doubt all the convincing he’d done to get himself to try and get a date with Eddie in the first place.

When it was apparent Eddie wasn’t going to say anything, and Richie felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t talk, he finally broke the silence.

“Well, Eddie Spaghetti, I didn’t expect to render you speechless so soon into our date –“

“Is that a new shirt?” Eddie said suddenly. When Richie looked over at him, the smaller boy was looking at him with large doe eyes.

It totally was a new shirt. Richie had forced Stan and Ben to go shopping with him a week ago to find something that wasn’t a Hawaiian shirt or a band tee to wear on this date. They had found a nice, dark plum sweater that he was wearing with light, ripped jeans and black converse. Out of habit and knee-jerk reaction, Richie denied the effort he’d put in.

“Uh – what – no! This old thing?”

Eddie knew he was lying – he’d seen every piece of clothing Richie owned and he’d never seen that one before. It was also a far leap from his usual outfit. It seemed – Eddie was almost sure, in fact – that Richie had gone to buy a shirt just for their date. For him. He grinned smugly.

“You’re a sap, Richie.”

Richie gaped at him, and opened his mouth to deny it, but then smirked. “Only for you, Eds.”

Eddie beamed, and threw open the door to Richie’s truck. “Come on, before we’re late. I want sour punch straws.”

“Anything for you, Spaghetti Man,” Richie cooed, scrambling to follow him out of the truck. They started walking toward the theater, and Eddie shoved Richie lightly.

“Don’t call me that. You know I hate that.”

Richie looked at him fondly as he got out money for their tickets. “And you know I don’t believe you.” He waved some bills in front of Eddie’s face. “I pay for tickets, you pay for snacks?”

Eddie nodded, heart fluttering for what felt like no reason at all. “Yeah, sounds great.”

Once their silence had broken, it was almost like they were going to the movies as friends like always. They got their usual snacks – sour punch straws and a lemonade for Eddie, popcorn and twizzlers and a coke for Richie – and sat in their favorite spot – the exact middle of the theater. They were laughing and talking and everything was almost the same as usual.

But there was something underlying that they both felt. Like they were on the brink of something completely unlike all of the times they’d been to the movies together before. It provided an exciting tension, the feeling that everything was new and strange. Neither of them could tell what it was, or why it was, until about halfway through the movie.

Richie’s fingers were tapping against the armrest between them. He’d been bouncing excitedly all throughout the movie, and Eddie was pretty sure it wasn’t because of the film, and instead for the same reason that his heart wouldn’t stop beating too quickly. Eddie had watched him tap his fingers for a few minutes, and suddenly he got the overwhelming urge to do something to break the tension. So he reached out and slipped his hand under Richie’s, intertwining their fingers.

The tension broke at once. It felt like a flood of warmth washing over the both of them. Richie stopped bouncing, Eddie’s heart skipped a beat in his chest (and if he wasn’t so happy he would have panicked). They looked at each other, Eddie blushing a deep red and Richie’s lips parted in surprise. At the same time, a grin burst out over their faces. They turned back to the movie, squeezing their hands together, and Eddie laid his head on Richie’s shoulder.

This was definitely not a mistake.

This was the exact opposite.

hope you enjoyed!!!! 

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random questions just cause...hereeell we go

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? *chuckles* yup

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? yes

3. Have you taken someones virginity? ya

4. Is trust a big issue for you? no in fact I trust people way too much

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? don't really like anyone atm

6. What are you excited for? hmm idk really. I guess my week off of work in a few weeks

7. What happened tonight? not much, just chilling, rainy day

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? ehh..idk it's just not my thing. but I wouldn't call it "disgusting"..if that's fun for them then cool

9. Is confidence cute? for sure, just not tooo much..fine line there

10. What is the last beverage you had? water and an iced vanilla latte

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? hmm. not any really besides my dad

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yes a couple

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? I'm not sure yet. Probably go somewhere with a friend or see a movie

14. What are you going to spend money on next? probably either food or coffee

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? no

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? not significantly but I feel like I'm always changing in some way, even if it's gradual

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? not gonna put a name but one of my best friends

18. The last time you felt broken? that's hard to answer cause like i still do, i have for a while now but I mean it's not as bad as it was. about a year ago

19. Have you had sex today? sadly no lol

20. Are you starting to realize anything? a lot of things every second of every day. adulthood has a lot of fucking wake up calls

21. Are you in a good mood? not necessarily in a good mood but i'm not really in a bad mood either..it's just kinda like meh lol

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? hmm.... maybeee... depends

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? no. his is brown, mine are blue

24. What do you want right this second? not to have to go to work tomorrow XD and idk maybe a good ol makeout session and/or cuddles

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? uhhh well like if i were in a relationship with them then wtf, no no lol not good. but like if it was someone i'm not together with then...cool, do whatever the hell you want

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? pretty much

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? noo.. like i mean they don't gotta be some sorta jokester/comedian or nothing but just..don't be so serious. laughing is the best

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? probably one of my cats lol

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? always do

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? for the most part. but idk...I don't think I could give someone who cheated another chance. that's just crossing a line of trust that like..I could forive but I wouldn't be able to be with them again. I just don't understand anyone who cheats

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? that would be my dad so no XD

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? hmm hard to answer. but I suppose she does

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? nooo I love soda. with that said though, since the beginning of the year i've cut back on it alottttt for my health. but i still drink it maybe once a week. i used to drink it literally every day multiple times a day.

34. Listening to? currently juice WRLD

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? sometimes at work but not often

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? yup

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes and no. i hate that question, it's old lets move on lol

38. Who did you last call? i cant remember, probably one of my parents. i dont talk on the phone much

39. Who was the last person you danced with? I dont dance really except in the car with my friends..our own version of dancing XD

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? cause she was my girlfriend. girlfriends do that lol

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? a few weeks ago i think

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? no..we don't hug often really lol we're just not that way but i do hug my mom every now and then

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? probably a million times

44. Do you tan in the nude? noooooooo. i burn so easy i'd probably turn into one giant tomato

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? never

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? nah :/ I miss that

47. Who was the last person to call you? a million car sales people cause i'm stupid and entered info on a website and now it's like the neverending fucking story of sales people calling me like heyyyy buy a jeep and its like yes mam id love to but i'm poor so how about not right now stop calling me thank you bye

48. Do you sing in the shower? heck ya. except not really lately cause i shower at the gym...they don't wanna hear that XD

49. Do you dance in the car? yasss

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? yes, I did archery at camp as a kid. fun times

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 10th grade highschool photo. or if it counts, my aunt took my graduation photos..she perty professional

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? there definitely can be cheesy ones but those are usually the ones i love XD

53. Is Christmas stressful? these days yes -_- never as a kid. I miss those days

54. Ever eat a pierogi? I don't think I have actually

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? not a huge fruit pie person but I guess...apple or lemon. I really don't eat fruit pie though. If  it's gonna be pie then I prefer something like chocolate or peanut butter

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? so many different things, that's why i never settled on anything XD

57. Do you believe in ghosts? I think so..in a certain way.. like not in the way they show on tv and movies. just idk, i do believe in spirits. There's some stories in my family they are kinda hard not to believe or explain

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? allllll the time

59. Take a vitamin daily? nah, probably should ?

60. Wear slippers? not anymore, I used to alot

61. Wear a bath robe? same as above. I get way too hot for that now lol

62. What do you wear to bed? usually just shorts or boxers and a tank top or tshirt. sometimes sweatpants dependning  

63. First concert? reba mcentire lol

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? target. walmart for certain things. but target is just fun

65. Nike or Adidas? neither really but adidas if i have to pick

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? I like both, but peanuts

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? back in the day, crazier. then it was blank space or shake it off...but recently, delicate. many different taylor eras XD

69. Ever take dance lessons? when I was in elementary school and 6th grade yes

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? umm hmm honestly no. whatever makes them happy :)

71. Can you curl your tongue? nah, i dont got nothing special like that XD

72. Ever won a spelling bee? nahh

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? yesss

74. What is your favorite book? several...looking for alaska by john greene, the pawn series by robin roseau, and look again by lisa scottoline

75. Do you study better with or without music? havent studied in so long O_o but probably with

76. Regularly burn incense? not regularly. I do from time to time but not as much anymore, my mom hates it lol

77. Ever been in love? yes

78. Who would you like to see in concert? so many... fleetwood mac or just stevie nicks, ben howard, maroon 5, pvris, ariana grande, lana del rey, the weeknd, pink, coldplay, imagine dragons lady gaga, andrew belle, adele, lorde, gwen stefani even though I already did lol...i could go on all day. bottom line, i need to see more concerts

79. What was the last concert you saw? Gwen Stefani a couple years ago

80. Hot tea or cold tea? cold

81. Tea or coffee? coffee

82. Favorite type of cookie? alllllll the cookies. lately m&m. but chocolate chip is always a winner

83. Can you swim well? yes

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? nahh

85. Are you patient? yes and no. depends on the setting and circumstance lol. I think I'm fairly patient compared to other people but sometimes at work..if the right people push my buttons then oohhh boyyy no

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? hmm.. neither honestly just put on the damn ipod playlist XD

87. Ever won a contest? a couple when I was little lol

88. Ever have plastic surgery? noo. no thank you

89. Which are better black or green olives? greeeeeen

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? go for it. I used to think alot differently when I was younger cause I'm a christian, grew up with traditional values. but *sighs*... things change lol sex is great, go for it but be safe people XD

91. Best room for a fireplace? ANY ROOM. omggg. they should have fireplaces in the bathroom. what a great idea you can just warm yourself while you sitting there haha genius

92. Do you want to get married? If I meet the right person but if I don't ever get married that's fine too lol it's not a priority for me really but if I do meet the right person then for sure

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Finally ever after. part 1

11/2/2020

I am getting ready for Hunting season. Packing my cloths and gear for a long couple of weeks up north. I go thru my packing list. Bras, panties, long underwear, camouflage cloths, hats, boots gloves. Everything I could possibly need for a hunting trip in the woods. I make sure I put a vibrator in the bottom of my bag. The nights can get long . Grab a couple magazine's too. Make sure everything is off in the apartment. Its time to hit the road to some family land about an hour or 2 north. I turn the music up in my old pickup and back out of my parking spot at the apartments. I am jamming to my favorite 90s early 2000s music. Singing at the top of my lungs. Jamming and having a blast. Looking forward to seeing family. Cousins, aunts and uncles..Its such a fun time. There is always someone I hope to see. Cory. He grew up next door to me and we have been friends forever. FRIENDS WITH BENIFITS when we see eachother. He moved out of state a couple years ago to go work in the oil fields. He is hardly ever home and single. He has been my older brothers best friend since we were kids. So he has always been invited to go with us hunting.

I need to get gas, so i stop at my usual gas station and who is there? Uncle Donny and my cousins Casey and Jenna. We chit chat for a bit. Uncle Donny is the one that owns the property and have built a HUGE log home with many rooms and amenities in it, including a Sauna, Hot tub, an outdoor pool. Huge bath house especially for hunting weekends. He wont let me pay for my gas and give me a kiss on the cheek and said "see you soon sweetheart. "

I still ran in to grab a couple snacks for the rest of my trip and go pee. I also grabbed a box of rubbers, just in case Cory was gonna be there. I jump back in my truck and turn the key and the music is just blaring. I head back on the road and my mind starts to wander. I think about years past, the deer we have harvested. Then Cory. His sandy blond curly hair and thick neck from all the years of wrestling. His dusty blue eyes. Crooked smile.His rock hard abbs and his butt. He always wears those tight jeans and cowboy boots with his tshirts. We have hung out since we were kids. When we got to be in High School. He started coming over to see me, more than my brother Matt. We never officially dated but hung out alot. Watched movies and stuff. He was worse than Matt when it came to me dating other boys. He ran them off pretty quick. Shortly after i Graduated High school we hooked up regularly for a little while but never told anyone. We grew apart with time but have always enjoyed spending time together when he's around. He was on the wrestling team in college. So we would see eachother from time to time when his team wrestled my teams. He always made sure he stayed the weekend with me in my dorm. The last couple years those weekends were very hot and heavy. Thankfully roommates were never an issue, they knew when Cory was coming. I kept day dreaming about those times we had in my dorm room.

I hear my phone buzz. Its a text from Cory

" Cant wait to see ya. Wanna bunk together?"

My heart starts to race. I pull over so I can respond to his text. What do I say? How do i not sound to egar?

" Cant wait to see you too. Think we can pull it off again? " The last few years we have managed to find an excuse to room together. No one has any idea we actually hook up.

I see my turn up ahead. I am about 3 minutes away from the cabin. I can feel my pussy getting wet with excitement. The driveway is long and bumpy, my tits are bouncing all over the place. I pull into my normal parking area and am greeted by Kids, and dogs. I grab my gear and realize I am the last one there. No rooms left. Darn ;)

Uncle Donny shouts " how about you bunk with Cory again? you 2 seem to get along alright"

" Alright, what room this year?"

"He's in the room at the end of the hall upstairs on the right. " My heart skiped a beat thinking, do they know because that room is a suite. It has its own bathroom, shower and even its own little walk out deck. Usually saved for Aunts and Uncles.

I wanted to get settled in before scouting out the woods. I drag al my gear up to my room. Hoping Cory will be there since he didnt greet me when I pulled in. He must be out in the woods with Matt and the other guys. So i take the moment to unpack and get cleaned up.

I turn the shower on to warm up, and get undressed. As I am getting my hair wet, I hear the door to the room open. Is it Cory?

" Honey, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes" Aunt Lori said.

" Okay, ill be right down" I said back. I rub my pussy a little to feel how wet I am. I finish my shower quick and come out of the bathroom to get dressed. I grab an old college shirt and some Jeans. Get dressed and then I notice it. There is a single red rose on the bed with a note addressed to me.

I sit on the bed and open the card.

"Babe, I cant stop thinking about you. You have been the best thing in my life since we were kids. Moving away from you was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I think about you often. Can we talk tonight after dinner? -c" I wonder if Aunt Lori saw this. I pick up the rose and smell it, they are my favorite flower.

I head downstairs and my brother Matt, Cory and the older boy cousins are all at the huge dining table eating. I get my food and sit across from Matt and Cory. Matt is asking me about work and my drive, and my truck. Cory adds to the convo by talking about work.

I feel a foot touch my leg and look at Matt and he is shoving food in his face like he hasnt eaten in a week. Cory has a small half smile on his face. I start to blush and keep eating. The foot continues to rub my leg for the rest of dinner.

Uncle Donny is already outside with a huge fire going. Aunt Lori and Kassie are doing dishes. I offer to help, but am quickly shooed out of the Kitchen. I head outside to see Uncle Donny has added a full Bar to his Patio area and head over to grab a beer. I say hello to the rest of the family and sit down on one of the benches by the fire. My hair is still wet from my shower so i am starting to get cold. Cory comes over with a blanket and wraps us both up in it. We both gaze into the fire. Talk about old times. After a while, the younger kids and their moms head in, to tuck them in for the night. The guys start talking about the plan for tomorrow, scouting out deer stands, cleaning brush and getting ready for opener.

I feel Corys warm hand on my leg. " Will you go for a walk with me?" to which i agreed. We both found an excuse to sneak away. I find him in our usual spot, under the biggest Oak tree on the land. This time was different. He grabbed me by the hand and we walked slowly down a freshly mowed trail. Towards the creek.

The stars were beautiful between the trees. We make small talk, catching up. I notice light in the distance by the creek. What is going on? is what i am thinking.

I stop and say. "Looks like someone else is out here already, we dont wanna get caught now."

"Babe, no one is out here, I promise." we continue walking hand in hand to the creek, where there are candles all over, hanging from trees, on the ground, on logs with a blanket in the middle with my favorite beer in it.

He guides me to sit down on the blanket so i do. Thinking this is just a sweet way to get some alone time without getting caught.

"Did you get my note?" he asked.

"Yeah, what on earth is going on?" as i give him a brotherly punch on the shoulder. I grab a beer and crack it open.

" I dont know if I can be just friends with you anymore, Jo. We are perfect for eachother. You have been my best friend since we were 5. I want to take our relationship more seriously. I want you to be my 1 and only girl. "

Cory and I have had alot of our Firsts together. First Kiss, First Date. We even lost our virginity to eachother my Junior year in Highschool after Homecoming.

" Cory, I dont know what to say. I have always loved you, you are my best friend too. What are you asking me?"

" I wanna marry ya some day Jo. You are the girl for me. No other girls has ever measured up to you. I want you, forever. " Cory leans in to Kiss me. I lean in to Kiss him back. I stop a second and say " yes Cory, I will be your one and only girl."

As we are kissing I find myself leaning back with Cory next to me. I feel his strong hand slide up my shirt in the back and unhook my bra. Our tongues are dancing with each other. I reach out and grab around him and squeeze his super sexy ass. He moves to kissing my neck. His hands moving to my breasts. Squeezing my D cup tits.

I move my hand to the front and feel the bulge in his pants, and squeeze. He groaned a little with pleasure. We take each others shirts off and my bare breasts are exposed and Nipples getting hard. " Jo, you are so beautiful." as he lightly touched my cheek and runs his hand down to my breasts and around my nipples. Rolling them between his thumb and fingers. We start to kiss passionately again. I roll Cory on his back and straddle him. I can see a silly grin on his face as he watches my tits bounce up and down as i am grinding on his crotch.

I slowly reach down and unbuckle his belt, and undo his tight Jeans. I take a moment to enjoy the view of his rock hard pecks and abbs, and rub my hands down his chest and stomach feeling every chiselled muscle. I slid my hand over his crotch area again pulling his pants down, and his fully erect cock pops out at me. I bounce with excitement. I quickly take my own jeans off and lay down next to him again. We kiss some more, touching eachothers bodys, getting to know them again. My hand finds his cock and I start to squeeze. Moving my hand up and down his hard shaft. His hand slides between my legs and plays with the lips of my pussy. I Grab his hand and direct it to THE spot. He grins and continues to rub my clit as i press in on him and stroke his very large dick.

We continue to make out and he lays me on my back and pushed my legs apart a little bit. Climbs on top of me. I can feel his cock near my pussy. He guides it in my wet pussy. We both feel it. We are connected again. Just like old times. We both start to thrust our hips, his cock is so big, it hurts a little, but the good pain. He moves it in and out, over and over. He leans down to kiss me. We passionately make love. I mange to get on top of him, to ride his cock like a cowgirl. I bounce up and down on his shaft. I can tell he is enjoying the show of my Tits bouncing and the feeling of my pussy sliding over his shaft. I go faster and harder. Cory is making the face. The one where he is about to blow his load.

I hop off and tell him to cum on my tits. So he finishes off with a HUGE load all over my breasts.

We take a moment to lay back and look at the stars.

" How did you pull off setting this up Cory?"

" Do you really wan a know babe?

"Yeah, I thought you and Matt were scouting out deer stands" Cory gets a big grin on his face.

"Matt helped me set it all up. He knows about us, and has for years. Your Aunt Lori does too. I asked her to set us up with the Suite we got and she is the one that put note and rose on the bed for me.

" Who else knows? I am so surprised Cory. This is so amazing. How are we gonna tell everyone?"

"Babe, they have all known for years that we liked eachother and suspected we hooked up occasionally. We sneak off together, we share a room, a deer stand even sometimes. We both have those I got laid faces too." We start to get stuff packed up and blow the candles out. Once we are packed up we walk back to the house. Hand in hand. Aunt Lori runs over and says " Well" Cory gives her a nod. She gives us both a huge hug.

My brother Matt comes over to pat Cory on the back. " You break my sisters heart, Ill kill ya man." They hug like old friends. We all sit around the fire until late in the night, drinking beer and having good laughs. Cory wraps me in the blanket again and says, " Babe, wheres your bra? you had one earlier."

I smiled and said "Ooh, I didnt even realize, its probably still by the creek." I thought, oh shit, we are so busted. But i guess it doesnt matter anymore. Cory is my man now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and say goodnight to everyone and head in for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day getting everything set up for opener.

I go in the house and Lori stops me, and asked for details. I told her that we are officially together now. " Good, check your nightstand sweetie"

I head upstairs and brush my hair and teeth and put my usual PJs on and walk over to the night stand. There are some really sexy pieces if lingerie. Classy and elegant to revealing and raunchy. l pick a raunchy one to shock Cory with. I quick change into a black bathing suit looking one, its crotchless and has holes where the breasts go. I know he has always been obsessed with tittys, he would " accidentally" touch mine all time growing up. I lay down on the King size bed waiting for Cory.

When he comes in the room, he is just beaming with joy. He hasnt even seen me yet. " Babe, it feels good to let everyone know we are together. The guys and i had a great time, the are so happy for us..." He stops mid sentence and drops his phone when he finally sees me laying on the bed in my very sexy lingerie.

"Holy shit Jo, you look fuckin hot" I smile at him and motion for him to come lay down with me. He quick gets undressed and climbs into bed with me. " You ready to go again babe?" I ask him before I slide my hand to his swelling dick.

When its fully erect its like 8inches and thick. It completely fills me.

I rub the shaft of his cock and see him really enjoying this. So I do something every man loves. I kiss the tip of his cock and i hear him say to himself, "ooh yeah" I flick the head with my tongue, he squirms with pleasure. I slowly wrap my lips around his cock and put as much of it in my mouth as I can. Moving my tongue around to add to the pleasure. I move up and down slowly. Swirling my tongue however i can, because his cock fills so much if my mouth. " ooh yea babe, that feels amazing. Suck my cock." I pick up the pace, I moan to have the vibrations stimulate his cock even more. He is making all kinds of groaning noises. He pulls the hair away from my face so he can enjoy the show better. I go even faster now, up and down up and down. My tits are bouncing on his legs. " I wanna fuck you again and again Jo. You are all mine now." He pulls me off his cock and bends me over the bed, and slams his huge dick in my pussy. He thrusts his hips over and over slamming it inside me deeper and deeper. I am moaning with pleasure." Ooh yeah, fuck me". He grabs my hair and pulls it, causing me to arch my back breasts bouncing up and down from his thrusts. Which we can both see in the Mirror covered closet we are facing. He continues to fuck me. We lay back down on the bed with him holding my legs up in the air and fucks me hard and deep. In the heat of passion i manage to get him on his back and ride him again, like we did earlier. Up and down up and down, tits bouncing, " Ooh yeah, I love your huge cock in my pussy. Its all mine now. Cory fuck me again from behind"

He flips us around and bends me over the bed again to finish me off. I have my fingers rubbing my clit, moaning and saying " fuck me" over and over. I feel the rush of an orgasm coming. I let out huge moans of pleasure as I climax. He pulls out again and asks to cum on my face. I sit below him. He is beating his cock hard, making all kinds of moaning noises . Here comes the warm salty fluid squirting all over my face. He lets out a huge sigh and He sits down beside me on the floor and says

" God that was amazing. I get to fuck you like that for the rest of our lives"

I go and clean up. " Do you want me to stay in this outfit tonight Cory? " he very excitedly responds "yes babe, you look so sexy, where did you get that from?"

We both answer at the same time " Aunt Lori"

We settle in for the night, holding eachother close for the first time in a long time. I fall asleep to Corys hand on my breast and cock between my legs.

[braveheartdarlings]

1-99! 💖 i love you

 oh my lord nicole i love you too. also i love your picture you look ethereal.

okay here goes. this is super long im sorry

do you have a favourite sweater? -yea but it changes. right now its my color guard one

what’s your middle name? -rose

do you still talk to the first person you kissed? -nah she and i were never close

do you get on with your grandpa`? -sorta. but some things were said after my mom passed that have always been hard to ignore tbh

what was your favourite cartoon as a kid? -lilo and stitch/kim possible

what’s your favourite cartoon now? -steven universe

do you read the news paper? -no

who was the last text you sent to ? -my director for BCPE

what does the last text you sent say? -lots of stage managing stuff

if you could have any hair colour what would it be? -auburn red

do you like nature documentaries? -love them

what is your aesthetic? -night sky full of stars in the middle of the forest or on an empty beach

when did you last pet a dog? -last rehearsal at the office, charlie is the best boy and i love him so much

whose friend’s parents do you like the most? -Graces mom? maybe carolines dad & step mom? idk bruh but they get honorable mentions

have you ever been on a road trip? -a few

tell me about someone you know called emma -little sister of the she devil herself

are you reading a book in english class, what is it? -no college for me folks!

do you have a favourite aunt? -my aunt mary. she geniunly cares and remindes me of my mom tbh

baths or showers? -showers

skiing or sun bathing? -neither

do you kill spiders? -honestly they scare me so much i kinda just blank out until its taken care of

have you ever made an ice pop? -yeah when i was a kid

are you wearing shoes right now? -nope

tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher -dont know honestly. maybe blankers cause that year was really bad and she went easy on me

who was the last person you hugged? -joseph! i can always count on him for a hug

do you wear glasses? -yep

do you have a cat? -absolutely

do you have a favourite pair of underwear? -yep

what was your last tweet? -dont have twitter

do you still use facebook? -for birthdays reminders

do you like birds? -yea

who was the last person you called cute? -one of the kids in my cast. shes 6 and the cuttest fucking thing on earth

who was the last person that called you cute? -uhhh? i dont remember the last time that happend. its been a few years at least

how did you meet your best friend? -look you know who you all are but this thing is already too long. i love you

escalators or elevators? -elevators

are you named after anyone, who? -my grandma roz

what was your first url? -mama-maymay?

autumn or winter? -autumn

do you win at scrabble? -never played but i doubt i would ever get close to winning

put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by? -spotify cause i dont own an ipod: Lu Pluie by Amethystium

have you ever drunk from a mason jar? -yeah most of my sisters cups are jars

can you draw? -not well

what was your first profile picture? -dont remember

favourite tshirt? -dont have one

best tumblr friend? @alderandphoenix she keeps me going

when did you last run? -yesterday back and forth from the tech booth to the stage a few times

do you like to paint your nails? -sometimes

did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble? -not that i remember

who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours? -charlie hes an old blind deaf dog that has my heart and the heart of pretty much everyone else that joins the act1 family

have you ever been drunk? -never had alcohol

have you ever done something you regret while drunk? -see above

do you want to kiss anyone right now? -no one comes to mind

do/did you like you math teacher? -stans was the best math teacher i ever had

do you often ride the bus? -no but mostly cause i dont go anywhere

do you have a fireplace in your house? -no

are you violent when you’re angry? -mostly i just cry

do you cry when you’re angry? -see above

favourite Harry potter book? -havent read them

can you remember your last dream? -something about being in a lab and having a panic attack

do you go to bed early or late? -late

do you speak a second language? -sadly no

who was your first ever best friend? - @chat-miaou preschool was a long time ago

have you ever had an operation? -ive had a tooth filled? i doubt that counts

tell me about your favourite cousin -not close to my cousins

do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away? -no?

have you ever been in a musical? -several

do you have a porch? -kinda

how many times have you watched your favourite movie? -a billion

what do you order at mcdonalds? -fish sandwich

do you get on with old people? -well its my job so i kinda have to

science fiction or romance? -both?

do you take naps? -i wish i was taking one right now

how many classes do you/did you take in high-school? -uh the normal amount?

when did it last snow where you live? -a few weeks ago

does it ever snow where you live? -never this early

how many months until your birthday? -a lot

how much charge does your computer have right now? -87%

what is your favourite disney channel movie? -HSM

the city or the sea side? -not sure

what is your least favourite colour? -bright pink

do you have homework to do? -nope!

are you still friends with your first best friend? -absatively posolutely

do you have/are you the gay cousin? -damn right im the gay cousin.. not that they know lolol

do you own dungarees? -no

do you like to play sport? -no

what was your favourite ever christmas present? -i dont remember

how old are you? -19

what is your mum’s name? -Lisa 

do you ever use internet explorer? -Only when trying to help petra with her email

have you ever had blonde hair? -technically im still blonde but my hair is getting darker

is their a play park near your house? -theres one in the complex i live in

when did you last see the person you have a crush on? -not crushing

who did you last talk to on the phone? - @whenwilltheyrealize 

pants or dresses? -pants

do you read fan fiction? -yep

what is you’re favourite blog? -i duno

do you write poetry? -no

drama or comedy? -both?

have you ever had a hickey? -yea

that took.. far too long. i would say ask me some more but the only one left is a make your own soooooo

love you nicole

[sincerelyblaine-blog1]

netflix & literally zero chill.

WHO  → Blaine & Atticus Hummel.

WHEN  → Sunday (7/2) close to midnight.

WHAT  → They’re bored and miss each other so Blaine picks Tic up and brings him over to hang out. They put a movie on. What happens is pretty much what anybody would expect.

CONTENT WARNING  → Light to moderate smuttiness.

Atticus pocketed his cell phone when he heard Blaine's car running in the driveway, deciding Marley could wait until the morning. The fact of the matter was that he didn't really know why he had the inclination to keep Blaine happy and safe, save for the fact that he didn't feel like being a complete dick, but. Few things put him at ease and Blaine was one of them, and he didn't want to screw that up before he even had a chance to solidify an actual friendship. Still, there was the promise of cuddling and butt touching and he was only human, so. Maybe making out wouldn't be too detrimental to the cause. Not bothering to change out of the old pair of sleep shorts and tshirt he was already wearing, he made his way out to the car, ditching his crutches in the back before climbing in the passenger's seat. Once he was in, Atticus turned, a stupidly bright grin on his face. "Hey, Sunshine."

When Blaine had mentioned hanging out that night, he was serious, of course, but didn't think that Atticus would really be up for it with how late it was. But soon enough he was on his way to pick him up, a zip-up sweater thrown on over his tank top and shorts. He tried not to smile too much when Tic climbed into the car, but it was impossible when he saw the big smile on the other boy's face. Besides, he really had missed him over the last few days. Like, a lot. "Hey you," he smiled as he looked at him, half tempted to lean across the center console and kiss him right there. But he resisted, not sure if that would be too.. coupley or something. Instead he just backed out of the driveway and headed back towards his apartment, a small smile remaining on his lips. "I'm glad I get to see you on such short notice."

Tic sank back into the seat, reaching over to momentarily squeeze the back of Blaine's neck in an effort to strike up that physical connection. Affection had always been his method of comfort, and Blaine seemed to bring that out of him even more than usual. The feeling of seeing that smile on Blaine's face was indescribible (Marley needed to get the fuck out of his head), though, after how down Blaine had seemed when they first reconnected--and, frankly, while he doubted he was the cause, he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything to do with it. "I'm glad you asked me to come over." He grinned. "I kept wanting to text you, but. Wasn't sure."

Blaine smiled even wider when Tic reaches over to touch the back of his neck. He looked over at him from the corner of his eye, blushing a little at the contact. It was funny how a touch so simple could make him react that way, especially after what they had gotten up to last time they were together. "You should have," Blaine said encouragingly, even though he'd been just as hesitant about texting Tic. He just didn't want to seem pushy or needy, two things that he assumed Tic wasn't fond of considering his past reputation of being a player. "It's okay though. I've wanted to text you every day and didn't, so I don't really have room to talk." He laughed softly and reached across the console to rest his hand on Tic's thigh, flashing him a shy smile before continuing the drive home. Once they got back to Blaine's place, he quickly hopped out and got Tic's crutches for him, helping him out of the car and then heading into his apartment. He unlocked the door and let Tic in first, closing and locking the door behind them. "You look good in your jammies," Blaine teased, looking Tic over before unzipping his sweater and tossing it onto the chair. He slowly walked over to him, stopping a foot or two in front of him, fidgeting with his own fingers a little. He wanted to hug Tic, to kiss him, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. "Do you want to put a movie on or something?"

"Well, now we know to cut the shit out. I'm gonna text you tomorrow, in that case." It was hard to read what was going through Blaine's head, but he had a distinct interest in finding out. It had to be positive, judging by their conversation. Once Atticus was inside, he huffed a laugh, watching Blaine closely. "Yeah? I like yours, too. Although I think I'm breaking my own rule right now." Winking, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossing elsewhere. He playfully wiggled his hips, then, as one hand rested on Blaine's side. "Yeah. Movie sounds good." Atticus leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I'm not picky on what we watch."

"Good. I'll be waiting for it," Blaine grinned, a happy feeling in his chest. He was still trying to remind himself that this was nothing and probably would never be anything, but he was still enjoying it. A lot. Blaine watched as Atticus pulled off his shirt, laughing softly as he looked him over and Tic moved closer. He closed his eyes as Tic leaned in and kissed his forehead, both of his hands sliding up to rest on the taller boy's hips and slowly up his bare sides. "Okay. I'm going to make some popcorn and then we can pick something." He opened his eyes and leaned up to press a quick kiss to Tic's cheek before pulling away. "Make yourself at home." Blaine quickly went over to the kitchen and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. He got drinks for both of them, poured the popcorn in a bowl,  then put everything on a tray and carried it over to the coffee table. "Should we watch something funny or something serious?" he asked as he grabbed the remote, turning on the TV and sinking into the couch next to Tic. He curled a leg up underneath himself as he scrolled through Netflix. He really didn't care what they watched or if they watched anything at all; he just wanted to spend time with Atticus.

Offering Blaine a small smile, he watched as he disappeared to the kitchen area before he moved to sit on the couch. Frankly, Atticus didn't care about a movie or popcorn or anything of the sort. He knew he wasn't going to sleep with Blaine that night but he wanted to wrap himself up in as much as he could, talking and making out and whatever else they got up to. When Blaine sat down, he immediately opened up an arm for him, a silent invitation to cuddle up if he wanted. "Funny?" Tic didn't plan on paying too much attention to whatever was on screen. "Doesn't matter, really."

Blaine scrolled for a moment longer before finally settling for some dumb romantic comedy that he'd seen a few years ago. He really didn't care either way, not when Tic had his arm out for him to move closer. Blaine set the remote down and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over both of them before snuggling up into Tic's side. He wrapped both of his arms around him and rested his head against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent and closing his eyes. "I'm glad you're here," he said quietly, thumbing over his side. "What did you do today?"

Tic's arm wrapped tight around Blaine's middle, holding him close. His other hand reached across to stroke over his hair once followed by a kiss to the top of his head, not bothering to hide his inclination to cuddle in close. "I'm glad I'm here too," he murmured, dropping that other hand to Blaine's arm. "Mm. Not much. Hung out with Kurt, ran some errands with dad just to get out of the house. What about you? Did you work today?"

Blaine smiled to himself at Tic's affection and nuzzled even more into his chest. "That sounds good. I'm glad he's home for you to spend time with," Blaine said, really hopeful that having his twin brother around would be good for Atticus. Blaine had always been a little envious of their positive relationship, since Blaine and his twin sister's relationship was definitely strained and had been for years. "Yeah, I closed tonight. I don't like closing - I drink too much coffee while I'm there and then I'm up half the night." He laughed and tilted his head back to look up at Tic, his cheek resting against his shoulder. "I love coffee, but caffeine is definitely a drug and should be much harder to get."

Kurt had always been Atticus' best friend growing up. While he was more than a little excited to have him home for the summer, he admittedly hated the implications behind it when it came to why he was home. Tic was fine. Still, he wasn't going to complain if it meant having Kurt around for a few weeks. "Yeah. I'm glad too. Maybe we can all hang out sometime." Tic mirrored his laugh, nose scrunched. "Those are fighting words," he joked, leaning in closer. "We'll just have to find ways to get out all that energy." And then, just because he could, Atticus leaned down to kiss him.

Blaine's eyes were locked on Atticus, just watching his reactions. He really wondered what he was thinking. "Yeah. Maybe," he said with a smile, squeezing Tic's side. He wasn't sure if that would ever actually happen, though. Blaine had always gotten along with Atticus much more than Kurt, and even though he hadn't seen the guy in years, he knew that Charlotte was still close with him, so he could only imagine what Kurt probably thought of him based off of what she said. "Mm. That's a good idea," Blaine said with a small smile, leaning up into the kiss. As soon as their lips connected, Blaine could feel his body relaxing, his hand moving from Tic's side to his cheek. He smiled against his lips as he kissed him back slowly and carefully, leaning into his side even more. This was perfect.

Atticus' hand slid beneath Blaine's shirt,  resting on his back, thumb rubbing gentle circles against his skin. He didn't immediately make any effort to make it more than that, mostly just happy at the opportunity to get to do this again. After a few minutes he pulled back, leaving just an inch of space between them. "You know, I held up my end of the bargain," he teased, flexing his muscles the best he could from his position. "How can I be so sure that you've held up yours?"

Blaine shivered as Tic's hand slid up underneath his shirt, leaning into him even more. He desperately needed oxygen by this point, but he didn't want to stop, trying to breathe through his nose to elongate the kiss. But finally Tic pulled back just slightly and Blaine took a deeper breath, the clarity finally coming back to his brain. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked up at Tic curiously, his hand moving to clutch at the muscle of his strong chest, definitely appreciating the flexing. "Hmm. That's true," Blaine said quietly, his hand moving to grip Tic's bicep. Then he looked back up to him. "You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." He smiled and pressed a few kisses to Tic's jaw, nipping gently.

Atticus smirked at the permission, keeping his gaze locked on Blaine while he slid a hand down to grab his ass, not yet taking the time to slide beneath the fabric. God, Blaine really did have an incredible ass. He gripped tighter, lips parted slightly. "You're so fucking sexy," he complimented, the grin reappearing on his lips, and Tic tilted his head to kiss down the column of his neck deeply. When he hit one of his favorite spots he stopped, sucking the skin into his mouth.

Blaine was frozen in place, staring at Tic as he moved a hand down to his ass. He squeezed hard and Blaine couldn't help the whimper that fell from his lips, and the way Tic was looking at him made him feel like he might overheat and explode at any second. He grinned at the compliment, because even if he was having trouble believing it, it was still nice to hear, especially from someone as gorgeous as Atticus Hummel. Blaine immediately tilted his head back to give Tic more access to his neck, panting softly as Tic sucked hard against his pulse point. That was definitely going to bruise, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Overwhelmed, he brought a hand to the back of Tic's head, fingers weaving into his hair as he held him in place; Tic could kiss him like that for hours and Blaine wouldn't complain. He finally let his hand fall back to Tic's chest, his fingers toying with a nipple as he managed to tilt his head to kiss the shell of his ear. "You're so hot, babe," he finally managed to say, breathing hard against his ear. He pinched and pulled on his nipple, wiggling his hips a little in hopes of getting another firm squeeze on his ass.

Using the hand on his ass and the other arm that came to wrap around his middle, Atticus pulled Blaine almost impossibly closer. Hickies were juvenile but he couldn't find it in him to care, not when the idea of leaving some kind of reminder thrilled him; although they hadn't gone far, slowly unwrapping the put together package that was Blaine Anderson was something that Atticus had come to think about a lot, wanting to know what made him really moan. He groaned himself when Blaine tugged at his nipple, breath hot against his ear. Atticus finally tore his mouth from Blaine's neck. Sure enough, Atticus squeezed his ass again, hooking one thumb around the waistband of his shorts. "Will you sit in my lap?" he asked, breathless. "I want to feel how turned on you are."

Blaine hummed softly as Tic found a way to pull him even closer, just giving in to the movements and letting him move him how he wanted to. Tic squeezing had him gasping, his head falling onto Tic's shoulder, and when he felt a thumb slipping into his waistband, he was sure Atticus was going to start pulling them down. It would have been easy; the material was thin and the shorts were looser than what he usually wore. But he didn't. Blaine lifted his head, staring Tic right in the face as he spoke. He didn't say anything in response, but he lifted the blanket and tossed it aside before climbing into Tic's lap and settling his legs on either side of him. It was pretty obvious through his shorts that he was turned on, and maybe he should have been a little embarrassed by how easily he got going, but he wasn't. He just gripped Tic's bare sides, looking down and pressing his bulge right against Tic's abdomen. He could feel himself blushing but he didn't care, too turned on already.

Atticus watched, clearly turned on himself, as Blaine climbed in his lap and pressed close. He watched the outline of his shorts, having half a mind to pull them down completely, but he refrained. Instead, he looked Blaine in the eye again and rocked his hips up carefully. "I love seeing you like this," he confessed, right before he leaned in to capture Blaine's lips in another kiss, this time not holding back any enthusiasm. Both hands came down to his ass, then, squeezing and prompting him forward, trying to hold on to that last willingness to not push too far.

Blaine could hear his own heart pounding as he looked down at Atticus; the way he was looking at him was almost too much. He was sure that he was going to pull his shorts off any second, or at least his tank top, but he didn't, choosing to roll his hips up against him instead. Blaine moaned quietly as he felt how hard Tic was, for /him/, as he rocked his hips underneath him. He still didn't understand how so many of his school boy fantasies from his young teen years were actually coming true. He didn't have time to answer or ask what he meant when suddenly Tic was kissing him harder, squeezing and rocking him forward with the grip on his ass. That had Blaine moaning louder, pulling away from the kiss in the process, but he reattached his lips as soon as he could. "Atticus," he whimpered into the kiss, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing himself flat against him. But then he pulled away from his lips just slightly, their noses bumping together as he adjusted himself in his lap. Thankfully it was easier since they were in their pajamas, and soon enough Blaine let out a high whine of satisfaction as he felt Tic's cock, hard and thick, pressed firm between his cheeks. He kissed him fiercely again, his hips moving a little more erratically as he enjoyed the friction.

Atticus moaned, not expecting the change in position, but he felt cock slip right between Blaine's cheeks, nothing but the thin fabric of their pants between them. He bucked his hips up in response, cursing the fact that there was still that barrier, and his hand flew up to the back of Blaine's neck. "God, Blaine," he moaned, wondering how the fuck he got so turned on so quickly. When he needed a second to breathe, he pulled back to watch Blaine's hips move. His hand moved, then, following Blaine's thigh before pressing the heel of his hand against the outline of Blaine's cock, running his thumb up what he could reach.

When Tic pulled away from his lips, Blaine leaned back a little, steadying himself with both hands on Tic's shoulders. He could see where he was watching, and moved his hips in small circles, one hand moving down to slip under his own shirt to show his stomach a little. He definitely didn't have the body that Tic had, or even the body that anyone he'd been with had, but he hoped he'd still like it. He didn't have much time to be self conscious though, since Tic was sliding a hand up his thigh and pressing it against his cock. All Blaine could do was moan, hips rocking up for more friction. He had no idea what the hell they were doing here. It's not like Blaine was just wanting physical satisfaction from Tic- he really liked him and liked hanging out with him- but he knew how Tic was, and he didn't understand why they weren't far past this point by now.

Atticus quietly whimpered when he watched Blaine lift his shirt, addicted to the way he looked in that moment. Maybe Blaine wasn't as fit as he was but that didn't make him any less gorgeous, someone that he'd happily spread out over his bed to worship every inch. Bucking his hips up, Atticus finally leaned back in, trailing kisses wherever he could reach. Once he hit his ear, he whispered, "What do you need right now?"

Blaine let his head nuzzle into Atticus' neck, resting it there as he let him kiss all across his skin and to his ear. The breath on his air made Blaine visibly tremble, his grip on Tic's shoulders tightening. It was such a simple question, but it had a million complicated answers and Blaine didn't know how to respond. The thought that Tic might lose interest in spending time with him after getting physical was still looming in the back of his mind. "I don't.. I don't know," he finally said, burying his face into Tic's neck even more. Maybe he wasn't even ready to do anything else if he was still this shy about it. It had been a long time since the last time he was with anyone. He finally lifted his head, bringing both hands to Tic's face. "I think it's pretty obvious what I need right now," he said with a small smirk, glancing down at his arousal that was only more apparent by the second. "I kinda just.. wanna do this for right now. Is that okay?" he asked, pressing a few soft kisses to Tic's lips, rolling his hips slowly and sensually. "If you want to leave.. well, I can take you. I'm sorry."

Atticus had no qualms with Blaine not wanting to go further. He really had no intention of pushing it, only if Blaine wanted more, because while he had the reputation of a guy who was down to fuck anything willing, Blaine deserved better than that. Than him. Still, the way Blaine finished his answer made him pause, and he felt like it confirmed all his worst fears about how people saw him--even six years later. Maybe he was. He didn't really know. Pulling his hand from Blaine's crotch, he furrowed his brow. "Hey. I'm not here for this part. If you want to stop, we stop. That's that." He averted his gaze, just for a moment. "I just want to hang out with you. Don't do this just 'cause you think that's what I want."

Blaine slid his hands to the back of Tic's head and held him close, rubbing his fingertips through his hair. "No no, I'm not. I promise. I'm doing this because I want to," he assured him, pressing down into his lap. "I want to, like.. so badly." He let out a small huff of frustration, but it did make him feel a better to hear Tic say that sex wasn't the reason he was there. "I don't wanna do everything tonight, but.." he started, one hand sliding from Tic's neck down to his chest, nails digging into the muscle. "I do wanna do something.." He smirked and pressed the softest kiss to his lips, keeping them there as he continued rocking in his lap. "Is that okay?"

For the second time that night, Atticus kind of felt like a shitty person. But Blaine was still rocking in his lap, and although his mind was no longer quite as deep into the moment, he didn't really want to let on how much it phased him. So, hands planted on Blaine's thighs, he stretched up so Blaine's cock would rub against his stomach with every movement and he nodded. "Yeah. That's totally okay. Whatever you want." He kissed him again, then, pulling him in closer.

Blaine hesitated for just a moment, trying to read Atticus' face. He was really worried that he'd managed to ruin the fun that they were having, and he wished he could rewind to a few minutes ago and keep his mouth shut. Maybe Tic wasn't that person anymore, but how would Blaine know that after not seeing him for so many years? At least Tic agreed and started kissing him again, pulling him in tighter so Blaines cock was pressed right against his stomach. Blaine smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around his neck, holding onto him tight as he kissed him and worked himself on his lap. It was getting difficult to stop, but Blaine knew what he wanted to do. Lifting himself onto his knees, Blaine reached a hand underneath him and grabbed the waistband of Tic's shorts, looking up at him again to be sure before gently starting to pull them down. It took an extra moment just using one hand, the other on the back of the couch for leverage, but soon he managed to pull both the shorts and underwear down to Tic's knees. Blaine's eyes widened when he finally saw what he had been rocking against, licking his lips automatically as he looked down at it and settled back onto Tic's thighs. "Holy shit," he mumbled quietly as he took in the size, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. "You're so big. Mm." He moaned just from the sight and then wrapped his hand around him firmly, watching as he gave him long, slow strokes. Then he looked back up to Tic's face, studying him for a moment before leaning in to kiss him fiercely, somehow getting even more turned on than he already was.

Atticus started to slip back into the moment, unable to help himself what with the way Blaine continued to work himself, but then Blaine was pulling back and Tic emitted a pathetic whine. "Where are you--" And then the hand started to tug at his shorts and he lifted his hips without really thinking, eyes wide. Oh. "Fuck, Blaine." Moaning, he threw his head back against the couch, feeling the first skin-to-skin contact with someone who /wasn't/ himself for the first time in... too long. He moaned into the kiss, one hand hesitant at Blaine's waistband, the other resting on the back of his neck. "Can I...same thing?"

Feeling Atticus reacting to his movements was so incredibly satisfying, it was difficult not to smile the whole time. Fortunately Tic's lips were keeping his busy, and Blaine was too focused on the task at hand to even think about anything else. At least until Tic's hand found his waistband. Blaine opened his eyes, looking into Tic's and nodding without much thought. He sadly had to get up from his spot in Tic's lap to get his shorts the whole way off, but once he kicked them aside, he was right back on him, his mouth latched onto Tic's pulse point for just a moment before pulling away. Blaine reached for the bottom of his own tank top and pulled it up over his head as well, not paying attention to where it landed as he scooted closer in Tic's lap and wrapped his hand around him again, stroking slightly faster this time.

Atticus raised an eyebrow as Blaine undressed for him, taking in the entirety of the guy now in front of him. He moaned, unabashed. "You're so gorgeous," he breathed, kissing over Blaine's collar bones and up his neck before his fingers curled around his cock. He stroked him hard and fast, other hand coming around to rest on his back to make sure he didn't fall off in his haste. "Fuck, Blaine." Tic tucked his face in the crook of his neck, moving his hand faster.

Blaine could feel the blush creeping down from his cheeks to his neck, a small smile on his face at the compliment. Atticus just sounded and looked so genuine, it was impossible to not react that way. "So are you," he whispered as Tic kissed all over his collarbone, gasping harshly as he wrapped a hand around him. Blaine couldn't help the way his body jerked in response; it had been so long since he'd had somebody else's hands on him, and the heat radiating from Tic's entire body pressed against him was arousing in itself. "You're so sexy, Atticus," Blaine whispered in his ear, stroking him quickly. He only pulled back to spit in his hand before continuing on. "So big.. so hot. And those abs.." He chuckled softly into his ear and rest his head against the top of Tic's, spreading his legs wider across his lap. Then, counting on his balance and Tic's hand on his back, reached behind himself to press a finger against his hole.

Atticus' eyes widened as he saw what Blaine was doing, whimpering in response. That sight alone was enough to fuel his masturbatory fantasies for a month. Unable to stop the grin on his face, he twisted his hand at the tip of Blaine's dick before he began to stroke him faster. "I'm gonna come over every night if this is what I get," he teased, and he adjusted his grip to ensure that Blaine definitely wouldn't fall. "Your cock feels so good, Blaine."

Blaine half smirked at Tic's reaction, absolutely loving it, but a  bit too preoccupied to do much else. "We could definitely arrange that," Blaine teased, working his wrist at the head of Tic's cock. He wouldn't mind getting up to this every night. He brought his finger to his mouth, eyes locked on Tic's as he sucked on it, getting it as wet as possible before bringing it behind him again. He stilled his body as he slowly worked it inside of himself, a pathetic moan falling from his mouth as he  leaned forward to rest his head against Tic's shoulder. "Yours does too.. so good.." he said, kissing Tic's jaw as he twisted his arm to push deeper inside of himself. He continued to stroke him quickly, just imagining how hot he would look as he came. He'd definitely dreamed about it enough times. He shifted in Tic's lap, pushing his hips up to thrust into his hand. "Oh, god. I'm so close,' he whined, thrusting forward harder as he moved his finger. "Please, Tic. Faster."

"Oh fuck." Atticus watched, transfixed, as Blaine wet his finger and slid it inside himself, and he'd give anything to be the one fingering him open. He couldn't, he knew that, but seeing Blaine's face as he slid his finger in was going to have him thinking of this moment for... God. Perfect. "Beautiful, Honey." He could feel his own orgasm building, because while handjobs hadn't really done much for him since high school, Blaine was on an entirely new level. For the moment, though, he focused on Blaine, tightening his grip and moving his hand faster. A moan fell from his lips as Atticus thrust his hips up, chasing that feeling for himself. "Come on. I want to see you."

Blaine's eyes fluttered shut as he kept riding his finger, Atticus stroking him faster and faster. He was already so close, but hearing Tic's sweet words in his ear was setting him over the edge. "Oh god, I--" He moaned high in the back of his throat as he hit his orgasm, coming hard into Tic's fist and onto his chest. His body jerked on top of Tic's, hips thrusting forward as his finger stayed still for him to back up against, a blissed out smile on his red face. He finally was still, looking down at Tic with a shy smile on his face, his breathing still heavy. But then he leaned in to press a few sloppy kisses to Tic's lips before refocusing and getting back to work, stroking him firm and fast. "Come for me," he pleaded quietly in his ear, flicking his wrist at the start of every stroke. "Please."

Working Blaine through his orgasm, Atticus moved his hand quickly, gaze never straying from Blaine's face. He was, without a doubt, beautiful, and he wondered what the fuck good he'd done in the world to get him there to begin with. He was careful as he removed his hand, setting it on Blaine's thigh to try and contain the mess. He was quickly distracted, though, as Blaine started jerking him off again. With a moan, he rocked his hips up into it and it only took a few more seconds before he was coming, too, head tilted back as he spilled over Blaine's fingers. He sank back against the cushion as he tried to catch his breath, his clean hand pressing firm against Blaine's back. "Holy shit. C'mere."

Blaine's eyes were locked on Tic as he gave him fast and shallow strokes, biting down hard on his own bottom lip as he watched Tic start to fall apart. "Oh, /god/, Tic," he murmured as he stroked Tic through his orgasm, trying to keep his balance on Tic's lap even as the man beneath him moved. Atticus looked absolutely gorgeous like this, hotter than he ever could have imagined, and Blaine had spent a lot of time thinking about it. As Tic sank back into the couch, Blaine was still just staring at him, taking in every single detail of the situation. Then Tic was pulling him in and Blaine absolutely melted, his clean hand clutching the back of Tic's neck as the other rested at his side. He kissed him fiercely, keeping the movements slow and passionate as he worked his tongue into the other man's mouth. He moaned softly, kissing him for another few, long moments before letting his tongue run down the side of Tic's neck, nipping along the way.

Atticus groaned into the kiss, completely and utterly satisfied yet not wanting the embrace to end, almost as if he were afraid that Blaine was about to kick him out. He matched Blaine's enthusiasm in the kiss, his clean hand running up to rest on the back of his neck. He tilted his chin up so Blaine had room to explore, feeling utterly blissed out in that moment, and finally he turned his head to whisper in Blaine's ear. "You're incredibly beautiful, you know?"

Blaine smiled against Tic's skin, tightening his hold on the back of his neck. Hearing him compliment him like this made his body feel like it was on fire, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing another kiss before pulling back to look Tic in the eye, nose to nose with him. He studied every detail of his face, his lips twisting into a small smile that he couldn't control. "You're so gorgeous," he told him, peppering soft kisses to his lips before finally reaching off to the side to grab a box of tissues from the end table. He carefully cleaned off his hand and then did the same to Atticus', wiping the few drops that had landed on his chest. Then he set everything aside and wrapped both arms around him, pulling him in closer than ever and just appreciating the warmth of his strong body against his own.

Atticus, while affectionate in more ways than just sex, admittedly didn't do this kind of thing once everything was set and done--especially something as seemingly simple as handjobs, but. Blaine was too much /everything/ to pull away from and he found comfort in it, so. His gaze was soft as Blaine cleaned him off and Tic was quick to wrap his arms tight around Blaine's waist after, pressing absentminded kisses to his neck. "Definitely didn't see this coming in high school," he teased, "but I'm really fucking glad it did."

Blaine smiled and closed his eyes, leaning into Tic's embrace. "Mhm. I've changed a little since then, haven't I?" he said with a chuckle, tilting his head back to give Tic more room to kiss. "I'm glad it did too. I definitely dreamed about it enough in high school." He moved his head back to look him in the eye, just smiling at him. "Do you want me to, like.. get off of you now?" He chuckled softly and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Maybe we can move to the bed?"

Atticus nipped at Blaine's neck, unable to wipe the stupid grin from his face. "Did you? Want to tell me exactly what you dreamed about?" He nudged at Blaine's neck with his nose. "Preferably in great detail." At the question, he nodded, because although he would prefer that Blaine stay naked in his lap forever, a bed might be a better idea. Atticus leaned forward to peck a kiss to his lips. "Yeah. If you're cool with me staying the night, at any rate?"

Blaine felt himself blushing faster than ever when Tic asked him about his dreams. He just laughed and shook his head slowly, running his fingers through the back of Tic's hair. He couldn't imagine ever actually saying anything like that out loud. "Maybe another night," he said quietly, wiggling a little in Tic's lap. "I think we should probably cool off for now, and talking about that would definitely take me in the opposite direction." He knew if he started talking or thinking about any of that, that he'd be trying to jump into something he just wasn't actually ready for. "Of course you can stay," Blaine said with a small smile, pecking Tic's lips a few times in return. He carefully got off of Tic's lap and helped him off the couch, helping him walk over to the bed without his crutches.

With a feigned pout, Atticus' eyes widened in a playfully pathetic manner. "C'mon. I've got another round in me," he teased, though he knew it wasn't going to happen--which, frankly, he was fine with.  After all, this wasn't why he'd come over to begin with, though he wasn't going to complain about it, certainly. "Real talk, though. Please don't get mad when I have a boner in the morning. It's a thing." Teasingly nudging Blaine, he followed to the bed, careful as he slid beneath the covers. He held an arm out for him, a hint of a smile on his face. "Time to show me your superior little spoon skills, Anderson."

Blaine just giggled softly and shook his head, trying to fight off the blush in his cheeks. He could absolutely go again, in awhile, of course, but he knew better than to get going again, not trusting himself. "Next time," he repeated, grinning as he kissed him again. Blaine laughed as he got off of him. "Oh, right. I'm going to be so mad," he teased as they crawled into bed. "Or I could just help you take care of it." He smirked and pulled the covers up over them, getting comfortable, and raised an eyebrow. He couldn't even tease, though, immediately sliding over and turning around, backing up against him. "I am a pretty fantastic little spoon," he said proudly, holding onto Tic's arms as they wrapped around him.