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ririglow · 2 years

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mini skirt (m). joe burrow

pairings: joe burrow x reader

description: joe loves it whenever you wear your favorite skirt

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, yall know the deal,

Minors DNI!!! (STAY AWAY)

A/N: this is just a little something I wrote on a road trip to bypass time, hope yall enjoy :)

It was no secret that Joe loves you in anything. Your sense of style is one of the major things that caught his attention, your styling method depicts from your personality perfectly. The playful looks, edgy ensembles, and finally to his favorite which is a deliberately cutesy, feminine approach. Why? It's simple really, you know how to rock the hell out of a tennis skirt. Every time.

Usually he'd know how to easily contain himself, he does with almost every other clothing you sport, so why does he loses senses when you sway around in a skirt? Again, another simple answer, you look fucking hot. And you were wearing the favored peice of clothing, as you sat on your knees in front of the couch playing a video game with his two nephews. His parents invited you two over for a mini family gathering, it was a relatively nice day outside and his dad decided to put something on the grill. It was the perfect day for it. Joe was currently in the kitchen chatting it up with his brothers, however his attention was most certainly not on the meaningless conversation, from where he was standing he had a clear eye view of you obliviousto his occasional stare. The skirt compliments you well, thin, short and above all gives easy access to the heaven he's experienced multiple times that's between your thighs.

When he first seen you in it, his mind went into automatic mode, and he wanted to take you right then and there, but you two were already running late and he didn't want to make his parents wait any longer so he swallowed his pride and proceeded to suffer.

How long have you guys been here? He checked his watch. Thirty minutes.

That was definitely too early to leave.

He felt like a stalker as his eyes continued to move past his brother's head on to you, watching the skirt flare around your lustrous thighs teasing him and your face expressions weren't helping either with your hair being pulling back by a black hairband he couse see every facial movement, eyes furrowed and your bottom lip in between teeth due to the intensity of the game , it was simply exotic even though you weren't trying to be.

But thats the thing with you isn't it?, you don't have to necessarily do anything for him to be sprung over. It drove him crazy and yet has him absorbed. Now Joe was never the one to have sex anywhere else besides his own home, and most certainly he never entertain the idea of having it at his parents house, but the temptation grew every minute and technically he once lived here, in fact his bedroom was still intact so that must count for something right? Now he just need the perfect opportunity to pull you away.

"So what do you say Joe?" The voice of his brother interrupting his thoughts.

"Hm?" He said peeling his eyes away from you and one to his expectant brothers.

"Golfing this weekend, you wanna go?" His other brother asked, looking him amused.

"Yeah, I'm down." Joe nodded, trying to appear present. The sound of a phone ringing grabbed his attention, he flicked his eyes over at you again watching you pause the game causing his nephews to let out a sound of despair. You said something to them more likely telling them to resume the game as you took the call, getting up from your position from the floor you headed towards the kitchen.

"Hey Joe, anywhere I can take this?" You said after acknowledging his brothers with a polite smile.

Perfect opportunity.

"Either my old bedroom or the bathroom." He told you. "Who is it by the way?"

"My sister, probably wanting to talk about her wedding." You shrugged, before heading down the hall. Joe eyes trailed down to your backside loving the way your skirt swirl with every step you take.

He stood there talking with his brothers for a few more minutes, and in those minutes you had not come back giving him the perfect opportunity to seize his plan.

"I'm going to go check on y/n." He said smoothly as possible, looking at his brother's faces to see if they knew he was up to no good.

"Alright, I'm gonna go out and help dad with the grill I can hear mom yelling at him from all the way in here." His brother said, shaking his head.

The trio chuckled, before Joe sat his cup down and marched down the hall. He checked to see if you were in his bedroom, empty, bathroom it is then . He licked his lips as he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" You asked, after hanging up the phone.

"It's Joe, I'm coming in." He answers back, feeling like the big horny wolf getting ready to tear your walls down. It's almost comical how needy you've managed to make him, all because of a goddamn skirt.

As soon as you opened the door he immediately slipped past the crack barging himself in, you looked at him in surprise wondering why the hell he seem in such of a hurry?

"If you wanted the bathroom Joe, you could've just said so." You said watching him shut the door, thinking he had to take a really bad piss by his hurried movement.

"I didn't come in here for that." He simply states.

Many new dirty thoughts entered his mind when you looked at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you eyed him, fingers fiddled with hems of your skirt. He almost groan outloud how tempting you look.

"Everything alright?" You said to him.

He responded with a simple nod, yes. However the tent, in his pants said otherwise. He strode forward positioning himself behind you, meeting his eyes in the mirror you could very much tell he was up to no good. Joe could hear you intake a breath when he pressed himself against you, leaning his chin down on your shoulder, you could feel him, it caught you by surprise. You knew earlier he was horny as hell, but thought he got over it. His large hand gripped your waist firmly, as he peppered tiny kisses on your cheek down to your neck.

"What are you doing?" You giggled nervously, you'd be damned if he encouraged you to have a quickie in the bathroom with just his family outside the door. This would be your third time ever coming to his parents house, and you didn't want it to be the last.

"You're driving me crazy, baby." He murmured by your ear as you squirm in his grasp.

"I'm not doing anything," You said with a confused tone not once did you intentionally tease him today, you tried to ignore him subtly grinding against your backside the thin fabric of your skirt made it easier for you to feel him.

"You don't have to," He his hand that was on your waist traveled down to your bare thigh, however before he could go any further you pushed it away. "Why are you pulling away?"

"Because there's no way, we're having se-" You started to say but was cut off by your own moan when Joe gently sucked on the side of your neck.

His hand went back to your thigh but instead of going any higher he settled for just caressing it. You would've told a total lie if you stated that you weren't turned on right now, the man that stood behind you could tell as well.

"You in this fucking skirt, is the problem." He sighed deeply, as if he was in complete distress—which he is due to his need to be inside you.

"Joe just wait until we get home." You whined out biting back a moan, when he pushed you up against the sink and slip his hand up your skirt.

"I can't baby, please let me have you." He mumbles placing kisses alongside your neck, his begging eyes met yours through the mirror.

The resistance you once had began crumbling down when you seen how desperate he was, and the feel of his fingers making hooking around the waistband of your underwear.

"Okay, hurry and no teasing." As soon as youbgave him the go, he was already pulling your panties to the side burying his fingers in your slit feeling the famaliar warmth.

He sighed out in blissfulness pleased at what he felt, feeling you deep, warm, and oh so wet. You clenched around his digits, sucking them inside. He motions his fingers in and out for while, earning a quiet moan from you, each time you were getting louder so much he reaches his free hand to cover your mouth.

"Shhh, you gotta keep quiet, okay?" He looks at you through the mirror, watching you nod your head in response.

Once he took his hand away his other hand that was buried deep in you pulled away as well, causing you to let out a small whimper missing the feeling already. You wanted him in you already, fiending for that ache whenever he does slip inside as you squeeze him further in.

Joe fiddles with the button of his jeans as you await in eagerness along with a sense of rush. The sound of his zipper were finally heard before you felt him place a hand in the middle of your back encouraging to lean forward against the sink restingyour forearms . Your eyes locked on him in mirror watching him bit his lip as he angles your hips right where he wants it. His eyes met yours, giving you a sly wink before playfully pinching one of your cheeks .

"Ow!" You hissed quietly, wiggling your hips. "What was that for?"

"Having me completely crazy about you." He said before pushing his tip between your puffy folds, his aching cock slowly pushes past your entrance. A gasp leave your lips from the intrusion, as he goes deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt.

There was no denying how incredibly full he made you feel, his tip reaches your cervix every time especially in this position. Fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.

As much as he wants to relish at the feel of you, he also knows that you two are on limited amount of time before someone in his family start to wonder where the hell you were.

He gave you no time to adjust when he plunges in you,before a scream could escape you quickly bit down on your arm squeezing your eyes shut . Joe starts to go to town, hips rhythmically meet yours, gripping your hips tightly admiring the way your head toss wildly from his forceful thrusts. You looked intoxicating, standing before him bent over in your mini skirt as you fucked passionately. He took notice of your eyes being closed, and didn't like it not one bit, you need to see what he's been blessed with seeing, how alluring you were.

"Open your eyes, see how pretty you are—fuck." He grunts out, a struggled moan escapes your throat when you peeled your eyes open coming face to face with your reflection. A little smudge of mascara due to the small prickle of tears from holding back is underneath your eyes, as sheen of sweat glisten on your forehead. You looked completely hung up.

Immediately you shut your eyes not wanting to see what a mess you were, however Joe of course wasn't having any of that.

The quarterback mumbles a "nuh-uh" before gripping you up and holding you against his chest. His movements stopping completely causing you to snap your eyes back open, your expression contorts into a whine.

"Joey why'd you stop?" You complained, holding on to his forearms which circles around your mid section.

He met your eyes, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Say you're pretty."

"W-what?" You stuttered out, being taking off guard by his order.

"You heard me, say it." He said never once taking his eyes off you.

"I'm pretty." You said in whisper, feeling his cock throb inside you. His hips began to grind against yours causing the tip of his cock brush your g spot.

"Again." He mumbles in your neck, his thrust building back up.

"I'm pretty." This time you moaned it out, never once closing your eyes. A string of profanities came from Joe has goosebumps sent up on his skin at the sound of you praising yourself.

The knot in below you navel wounds up on the edge of exploding from pleasure, falling in dephs of blissfulness.

"I'm so pretty." You mindlessly whispered out in a hush, admiring yourself being handled perfectly by the man who you couldn't think to love any less.

Joe couldn't help but to pepper you with kisses, mumbling. "Hell yeah, you are."

He takes one hand and travels it underneath your skirt, to rub your clit with a possible haste beckoning your release. His sweet words were enough to send you over the brink, his hand quickly went to cover your mouth as you sobbed out a moan, your knees were threatening to give out only for you to be held up by Joe. Tears of pleasure drips down your cheeks, and on to his hand, not a second later after witnessing such a beautiful release from you, and with a couple more of sloppy thrust Joe reached his end spilling his warm seed deeply.

Slowly as he could he slips his softened cock out of you, in complete awe, no matter how many times you two have sex he would never get enough of the state of your fucked out state.

"All because of a skirt?" Your voice breathless,

Joe shrugged, hugging you tight. "You know how I get when where those things."

Just as you were about to respond a knock at the door cause you both to freeze in fear.

"Joe? Y/N? Are you guys in there right now!"

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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secret notes part 4: dandelions

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Your closest friends find out about your secret life as The Lonely Avenger.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none, really [but in case i missed something, please let me know!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love, mutual pining, reader in denial

If there was one thing that Natasha could bet on, it was that you were a creature of habit. Every morning, you would reach for your little pink mug with the kindly fuck off lettering on the side and make yourself a cafe mocha with white chocolate syrup. On the days that you were lacking in sleep, that would suddenly become the strongest black coffee on hand in the tower.

And you'd been consistently drinking black coffee every other Sunday morning for the last two months.

It was this pattern that had her ready to grill you this fine Saturday morning, seeing that you were wearing a gray sundress with wedges, your hair and makeup done in such a way that suggested…

"Are you seeing someone, Y/N?" she blurted out as you were making your white chocolate mocha for the morning. She hid a smirk as she heard the unmistakable sound of Loki choking on his cup of tea as he heard her question. You turned around, facing her with wide eyes, clearly hiding something. "Pretty dress, heels, you actually did your hair and put on makeup. You're making an effort for something. Or someone. Spill. Tell me everything about him." You raised an eyebrow at her. "Or her…"

"Drop it, Nat," you answered her cautiously, spurring her questioning even further. "Can't I just want to not look like a mess and a half? Actually put in an effort to look like a person instead of a hermit who spends her free time tapping around on the internet and watching videos of cute little animals the whole day?"

"Darling, it is a compliment to the hermits if you believe you resemble them in your form of, as you've worded it, 'a mess and a half'." He raised his cup in your direction and you gave him a soft smile in return, ducking your head as you took a sip from your coffee to hide your blush.

"So…there's no date?" the Russian spy kept prodding you. "You really expect me to believe that you put in all this effort…for fun?" You shrugged, giving neither a confirmation nor a denial. Just like you did every time someone asked you about how differently you dressed up every other Saturday. "But you are going out somewhere today, right, babes? Because there's no way you expect me to believe that you did all this and you're just staying in the tower all day."

"No you're right, babes, I am going somewhere," you replied casually. "Just running some errands that's all. Might pass by for some groceries on my way back. Any special requests?" You pointed your hand in Loki's direction. "I already know, another box of your tea." The dark-haired god looked like he was just about to raise his hand in your direction as you said the words, making him break out in a smile Natasha suspected he didn't intend to ever show around others, except perhaps you.

"If we're still making cupcakes for St Patrick's Day…" she trailed off. Your only response was to tap your nose and then point your finger in her direction. "You're the best, babes."

"Oh I know," you shot back with a wink. "I guess I'll see you all again…tonight."

They watched as you practically skipped out of the kitchen, your jolly mood still jarring even Natasha. She was so convinced that you were seeing someone but if you really were, you would've told her and Wanda already. By now they should be sick of hearing how good you were getting dicked down on a regular basis; they should be stewing with "I want that, too" energy.

But you were silent. You were coy. This wasn't a new relationship. This was something else. And as your best friend, she thought it was only right to make sure that you were being careful with whatever this outlet of yours was. So the expert spy did what all expert spies did, and what all best friends did.

She followed you.

The establishment she found your car parked outside of was one you'd never gone to before, at least not with either of your closest friends. She would know, and after a quick text to Wanda, she confirmed that the sorceress had never been there, either. "A rented recording studio?" she thought to herself. "What're you up to, Y/N?"

Natasha walked up to the fresh out of college receptionist at the counter, his eyes widening as he immediately recognized her. "H-Hi, Miss Romanoff. I'm a huge fan."

"Thanks…" She eyed the name tag on the boy. "Lance." She stifled a chuckle at the bright smile that colored his face at the mention of his name. "A friend of mine told me to meet her here but--"

"Oh say no more. You mean Miss Potts, right?" She tilted her head at him. "Yeah. Miss Morgan Potts, at least that's the name she gives when she makes her reservation. She's in Booth 3, last one down that hall." He pointed her in the direction of the hall closest to them. "There's a listening room. Door to your right."

"Thank you so much, Lance." She walked towards the listening room and stepped inside, bracing herself for what ever secret you could have been harboring. A lot of possibilities were running through her head. Gossip podcast about the team? No, you would never betray them like that. Audio pornos? She definitely thought your voice could go that direction if you really wanted to. Narrating children's books? Complete opposite of the other option, but she could still see it.

What Natasha wasn't prepared for, however, was hearing the voice of The Lonely Avenger in the listening room, recording a song that hadn't been uploaded on the internet yet. And when she looked through the two-way mirror inside the room, she saw you singing into the microphone. A smile started forming on her face.

You were The Lonely Avenger. You were confessing your feelings for Loki on the internet and nobody knew it was you. You'd stopped recording your song, so Natasha turned on the mic from her side of the room and started clapping. "Bravo, babes."

It was just a bit after lunch when Morgan was greeted by Wanda as the little girl walked into the kitchen to swipe a packet of pop tarts from Thor's stash. "Hi Auntie Wanda."

Wanda was currently munching on a bowl of cereal and listening to The Lonely Avenger's channel once more, trying to narrow down why the voice sounded so familiar not just to Tony and Loki, but also to herself. It felt like a voice that she should know.

Could she have been hearing on the radio? One of those television personalities that they come across when winding down in the common area?

"I love it when Auntie Y/N sings," Morgan commented. "She's like a Disney princess," the little girl said as she put her pop tarts in the toaster.

The sorceress froze at her words. "What did you say, baby Morgan?"

"Auntie Y/N. She sings to me all the time. That's her. You're listening to her singing."

"Baby Morgan, you are a genius." The smaller Stark smiled brightly at her. "Why don't you come with me later and we can all talk to Auntie Y/N about what you just told me." She nodded her little head excitedly.

A few hours later, Wanda and Morgan heard you walk in to the common area, setting down grocery bags as they were playing their third game of Uno. "Ah, Y/N, Natasha, welcome back you two," she greeted you both. You waved as you started setting aside the ingredients you'd be using for cupcakes in a few weeks. "Morgan and I want to talk to you later, Y/N. Natasha, you should probably hear this, too."

"Uh huh, sure."

Once you and Nat were done, Wanda led you to a small meeting room where you all sat down, Morgan perched on her lap so that the child could see you all above the table. "Y/N, we know you're The Lonely Avenger."

"Oh. That. Natasha already knows," you deadpanned as Wanda dropped the bomb on you. "How did you find out, though?"

Wanda motioned toward the child in her lap. "She knows your singing voice."

"I knew you were the singing lady on the YouTubes!" Morgan squealed in your direction. "You like Prince Loki!" You couldn't help but smile at her excitement, imagining that to her, it was like a Disney movie coming to life. "Now both of you won't be lonely anymore!"

"No, baby, that's not how it works." You struggled to find a way to explain it to her. "In order for us to have the Disney happy ending, that would mean that we both like each other. That's--that's not what's happening, sweetie. This…this is real life. It's not Disney. I wish it was."

Wanda and Nat exchanged a look that you didn't quite understand, but then the Sokovian shrugged and said, "So you seem hell bent on keeping this channel of yours a secret. What do you need?"

You were struck with an unfamiliar emotion to you. Part of you expected that they'd be itching to tell the rest of the team straight away, but instead…"You're going to help me?"

"Duh," Natasha answered, lightly shoving your side. "What did you think we were gonna do? Run outside going 'Hey Laufeyson, guess what? Y/N's your mystery lark, do with that information what you will'? We're your best friends, you idiot. Your secret is our secret until you decide that you don't want it to be a secret anymore."

"Or until I have definitive proof that Loki likes you back, which in that case, all bets will be off and I will go rogue and play Cupid for you two since you seem to be determined on denying yourself happiness even though he literally kissed you already, you absolute dummy."

"Wait, Prince Loki kissed Auntie Y/N??" Morgan squealed again, and you only answered with a small nod. "Auntie Wanda's right…you are a dummy."

You feigned shock at Morgan's words, trying to keep the mood light and addressing your friends again. "I just need you to keep my cover. I don't know what that means yet, since I didn't exactly plan this out to be some big covert operation."

"Girls nights," Wanda offered. "We could go with you to that recording studio Nat tailed you to and the rest of the team would at least know that we're out together instead of you disappearing every other Saturday. That way there's no pattern, and you don't have to keep pretending you're seeing somebody named Lance. Honestly Y/N, of all the names, it's so…bland."

"Oh no, Wan, Lance is quite real. I met him," Natasha teased, making the sorceress' eyes widen. "It's just that our little babes here isn't seeing him, per se. He's just the guy she talks to for making her reservations. So 'thanks Lance I'll see you on Saturday' was setting an appointment, not a date."

"That's rich," Wanda giggled. "Let's use that…sparingly. But for now we can break your recording pattern and reserve on off days so that you don't spend the entire day in the booth, and it's harder for people to suspect something happening with you since your pattern's changing."

You felt like you were drowning in this overwhelming sense of comfort, as if there was a weight lifted off your shoulders now that you didn't have to carry this secret alone. Now you had people in your corner; turned out you always did. You never actually had to face all this alone.

You looked at the little girl on Wanda's lap again, holding out your pinky to her. "Morgan, baby, nobody outside this room can know about this, okay? Not even your father. Promise?"

Morgan made a show of mulling over her decision, looking so much like Tony in that moment.

"She'll make you the flower girl at her and Prince Loki's wedding if you keep her secret now," Natasha teased, making the little girl squeal and throw her tiny body across the table to lock her pinky with yours.

"I PROMISE!"

A/N: Once again, Morgan Stark coming at us with the cold hard facts. Like how YN is a dummy, but we knew that already.

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 year

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all because I liked a boy.

Summary: After Nancy and Steve breakup, you help Steve through his emotions. Although, the rumour mill around school seems to do nothing but make the situation worse.

Authors Note: This story was inspired by the Sabrina Carpenter song "All Because I Liked a Boy". I have an obsession with Gamer!Steve and this obsession won't go away, originally it was just gonna be Gamer!Reader but @corroded-hellfire wrote that Gamer!Steve fic for me, I couldn't not make Steve a gamer too. Plus, the idea of having a gamer squad made up of Eddie, Robin, Steve and Reader is all I need.

CW: Slutshaming, drinking, swearing, reader plays Call of Duty, Steve is an ABBA stan, fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

A typical Friday night for you would be spent doing your homework for the week and playing video games, or the better way to phrase it would be answering one maths question when you felt like it in between endless rounds on Call of Duty Zombies and slices of pizza.

Over the sounds of the game and the music blaring in your room, you barely heard the ding of your phone. You lean back in your chair to see who’d texted you, but the screen went dark once you were in the right position to do so, shrugging, you returned to gaming and pizza.

You ignored several more pings, focusing more on the game until your phone began ringing loudly. The obnoxious shriek of “holy fuckin shit that’s my best friend” emitted from your phone causing you to roll your eyes as you knew who was calling.

Leaning back again, you grabbed the phone and answered it, expertly still able to kill zombies simultaneously. “Roadkill Cafe, you kill it, we grill it. This is Y/N, how can I help you?”

“There’s a party at Amy’s tonight, do you wanna go with me?”

You took a small bite of your pizza before answering. “I’ve got homework.”

“You’re literally on round 34 on Zetsubou No Shima and have just pack-a-punched your ray gun.”

You went quiet for a moment, sitting up in your chair and pausing the game. “How did you know that?”

“I can literally see you through your window; so, stop camping in the corner and go to this party with me.”

You turned to your window, Steve waving at you when you noticed him. You gave him a forced smile, throwing up your middle finger and hanging up on him. Pulling down your blinds, you stared between your wardrobe and the TV – as much as you’d far prefer to stay home and finish your pizza and play more rounds of Call of Duty, you know Steve would never let you hear the end of it.

Sighing, you kicked your gaming chair out the way and made your way to the wardrobe to pull the doors open. After pondering about what to wear for a few minutes, you grabbed a grey crop top and some black denim shorts.

After dressing, you frantically brushed the untidy mess that was your hair and placed it into space buns before starting on your makeup. You decided on a more neutral look, knowing it would all be gone in a few hours.

Satisfied with your outfit, you grabbed your purse and converse and made your way downstairs. You sat on the stairs to put your shoes on and tie your laces, calling out to your mom that you were going out with Steve and would either be home late or would stay over at his.

Your mom made a slight grunt in response, turning up the TV as she watched some mindless gameshow. Ever since your dad left, she was either there and waiting for him to come back or burring herself in work. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell her that dad wasn’t going to come back, not this time.

Shaking your head to ignore that thought, you stood up and left your house, finding Steve parked right in front of your front door, with him leaning against the car. You smiled at him as you walked down the path towards him. “Harrington, this party better change my entire existence or I’m blocking you.”

Steve laughed as he opened the passenger side door before walking around the back of the car to get in on his side. “You’d miss me too much after just half an hour, don’t you lie to me.”

You shook your head as you climbed in, barely able to strap yourself in before Steve drove off. Driving to the party in his car was how usually car rides are with you and Steve; chaotic. The pair of you had ABBA blaring through the car speakers, with both of you screaming the lyrics like a pair of coyotes.

Arriving at the party, Steve parked a couple of houses down – mostly because there was no space in Amy’s driveway but also to potentially make sure nobody would drunkenly damage the car. Unfortunately for Steve, that had happened one too many times and since you didn’t have a car, the pair of you couldn’t alternate whose car you took to parties. He’d nagged you for months to get a car but that was before your dad left and the nagging stopped after that.

The pair of you gave a quick smile to each other before heading inside, almost instantly losing each other in the crowd. Steve had gone to see his own friends while you had politely pushed through the crowd to find a drink, making a mental note to get one for Steve as well.

You poured yourself a shot of vodka into a cup before filling the rest of it with a coke, you didn’t want to get too drunk, but you knew that pacing yourself with the alcohol was the best way forward. Parties weren’t entirely your kind of scene, although you enjoyed them occasionally.

Steve was always the life of every party he attended, everyone would gravitate towards him while all you could do was move out of the way and tell him good luck with the horde.

You poured a vodka and coke for Steve too before vacating the table, trying to find him. By the time you did find him in the living room, he’d already had a couple of beers in him – how, you had no idea. Laughing at his happy and buzzed self, you handed him the vodka and coke and watched him down it in several seconds.

Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned over to him. “Steve, you gotta take it easy, I’m not driving your drunk ass home.”

Steve shrugged you off. “I’m not even that drunk, baby!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing. “You only call me that when you’re drunk, I’ll be outside if you need me.” You patted his arm before walking outside to the patio, drink still in hand.

Arriving outside, you gave a nod towards the host before finding a quieter spot. Before everything that had happened, you would always be the one drinking everyone under the table and getting blackout drunk but now you always felt out of place at parties.

You couldn’t tell if that was because of your dad or since Nancy and Steve broke up; the three of you would always go to parties together. When they did break up, it hit Steve pretty hard and you could tell it was still hurting him. He didn’t have many people to go to, either. They’d decided to keep their breakup very private, only telling a select few people because in their eyes, it was nobody else’s business but theirs.

The only downside to not telling everyone they were broken up is that people would ask both of them how the relationship was going and why they weren’t sitting together at lunch. You could tell anytime someone asked Steve, a small piece of him died inside and you’d always step in with some nonsense excuse and have to console him before classes started up.

By the time Steve joined you, he very much was closer to being wasted than sober, happily stumbling through the backyard with a bottle of vodka in his hand that somehow never broke, no matter how many times he almost fell. He joined you on the trampoline you were sat on and joined you in staring up at the stars, nudging your shoulder to offer you the bottle.

You happily accepted, taking a long swig of the bitter drink before handing it back. The pair of you didn’t say anything as you sat and drank in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Am I bullshit?” Steve asked after a long silence, you looked over at him. He didn’t look back, just kept staring up at the stars and just from only seeing the side of his face, you could tell he was almost in tears.

“What do you mean?” You took the bottle from him, assuming he’d just had too much to drink and had a case of not having a filter and would say anything that came to his head. Although there was that sinking feeling in your stomach that told you he meant the question wholeheartedly, alcohol or not.

“It’s what Nancy said before she,” his words caught in his throat, and you could really tell he was really struggling not to cry. “Before she broke up with me. And I guess it’s just been replaying in my head ever since, so much that I believe it.”

Your heart broke in that moment to see your best friend, the one person who’s had your back since the day you were born be reduced to a broken shell of their former self over a girl who broke up with him two weeks beforehand. You shook your head, placing the lid back onto the bottle and hugged him tightly. “You’re not bullshit, Steve. You could never be bullshit to me, okay? And I’ll keep telling you that every damn day until that voice in your head stops talking.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder before breaking the hug, sniffing a little. He stared at your face for a few moments, his hazel eyes locked with yours before he leaned into you and his lips connected with yours. You froze for a moment before finally kissing him back.

As much as you kept it hidden; you did have a crush on Steve but surely everyone did, right? You weren’t going to do anything about the crush anyway since he was your best friend and you knew how messy breakups between friends can be.

But yet, here you were, kissing your best friend and you were loving every second of it. You moved your hand to wrap around the back of his neck, while his hand moved to cup your cheek. There was nothing lustful or desperate about the kiss, it seemed to be as innocent as the first snowfall of the year.

All too soon the kiss is over when Steve loses his balance and almost falls off the trampoline, causing you to grab him and snap out of your trance. Both of you burst into laughter, instantly going back into bed friend mode.

“Alright, Monkey-Brain, I think you need to go home and take a nice long sleep,” you gently patted his arm. Steve tried to protest but you shushed him and both of you staggered back inside. As dangerous as you knew it was to drink and drive, you knew you couldn’t just leave Steve to sleep in the car, you more or less had no choice.

“Getting a DUI better be worth it for your ass,” you muttered as you shoved him into the back of his car, grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and beginning the drive back to his house. While you weren’t drunk, you certainly weren’t sober enough to be able to drive safely.

Thankfully, you were able to get both you and Steve home safely without much trouble. You left Steve in his own bed, barely able to take anymore of his clothes off after his jeans, shoes and jacket before the sexual jokes came in. “If you wanted me naked that badly, you should’ve just asked.”

You raised an eyebrow up at him, starting to walk towards his door to leave. “Steve, I’m being nice. Now I’m going home, I’ll talk to you in the morning or whenever you wake up.”

Once he noticed you were being serious, he sat up and instantly looked like he was going to cry. “Please don’t go, I’m sorry.”

You sighed, coming back to his bed to hold his hand. “I’m only a phone call away if you need me in the night, okay? I’m sorry for snapping. I love you, now get some sleep.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand twice before mumbling out an “I love you too” and passing out. You smiled at him before making your way home and collapsing into your own bed.

By the time you woke up at sometime that afternoon, your phone was blowing up with texts and notifications on every social media you had. Downing most of your bottled water and a headache pill, you finally opened your phone to see what had happened only to be greeted with photos of you and Steve from last night – mostly kissing on the trampoline. There was no denying it was you and him, your clothes and his hair gave it away instantly.

You felt your heard drop as you read through what people were saying – almost every single message was abusive. Calling you a whore, a slut, a homewrecker and sometimes worse than that. After reading a few of them, you threw your phone down and sobbed into your pillow.

As much as you didn’t blame Steve nor Nancy for what happened, you wished they’d just been open about their breakup. At least then she wouldn’t get blamed for it or Steve would be seen as a cheater.

You called Steve through your tears, hoping he would be awake. He picked up after the third ring. “I guess you’ve seen the pictures,” was all he could manage to say.

“Yeah,” your voice wobbled as you tried to make it sound like you weren’t crying. “I know it’s stupid to cry over but this shit isn’t okay.”

“It is. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this, I’m trying to get them to back off but nobody’s listening to me.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “If you hadn’t kissed me, this shit wouldn’t have happened.”

Steve went quiet for a moment. “I know and I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted to kiss you for so long and I didn’t know it would bite us in the ass.”

You hesitated. “How long have you wanted to kiss me?”

“I mean, I’ve liked you for years but you were my best friend and I respect you too much to ruin our friendship,” he admitted. “But no matter what, I’ll stick by you through this. And probably by tomorrow, they would’ve moved onto something else.”

Only by Monday, the harassment now was everywhere you went. Your locker was completely destroyed with some kind of black ink covering everything inside, completely ruining your books and belongings, you were getting shouted at in the halls and at lunch you had milk poured over your head.

Tuesday was the same.

And so was Wednesday.

By Thursday, you took the day off school, unable to face the harassment in person but it wouldn’t stop it online. After school was over, you and Steve got into a party on PlayStation. “How’re you doing?”

“I just wanna cry and play video games,” you almost sobbed out, your tears coming back after not being around for a while.

Steve chuckled almost bitterly, scrolling through his gaming library for a game. “I can fire up Zombies if you want, unless you’re in the mood for Dead By Daylight or your favourite; Dead Island.”

“If you make me play Dead Island one more time, I’m coming over there and personally pissing on your PlayStation.”

Steve was almost howling with laughter, causing you to laugh too, even through your tears. Once he stopped laughing, he spoke up. “I know, I’ll get Robin and Eddie in to play Zombies to take your mind off things.”

“Sure,” you said quietly, wiping away your tears and relaxing back into your gaming chair.

After a couple of hours, you, Eddie, Robin, and Steve were thoroughly enjoying your game of Zombies, all four of you laughing and throwing around joking insults the entire time. Until your phone pinged. Once. Twice. Three times. And it didn’t stop for a few seconds, everyone noticing you going quiet.

Your bottom lip trembled as tears swelled up in your eyes before you turned off your phone and took a few seconds to compose yourself. “Eddie, I need you to cover me while I pack-a-punch.”

“Sure thing, I’m close to being able to as well,” he replied, switching back into gamer mode along with you.

The four of you gamed for a few more hours until the late hours and it was just you and Steve left. “You okay?” He asked, leaning in his chair to look through your window.

You shrugged, keeping your back to him. “Eh, I’m alright. Gaming with you and the guys helped a lot.”

“You gonna go back to school tomorrow?” he sounded almost hopeful in his voice, even if he already knew the answer.

“Not tomorrow, no. I’m coming back on Friday though,” you almost grimaced through the phone, regretting telling anyone your plans because you knew there was no going back on your word now.

He almost felt his heart sink a little. All he wanted to do was protect you but he knew the only real way he could was to reveal that he and Nancy had been broken up for closer to a month and the kiss between him and you had nothing to do with it.

But most of all, honestly, he wanted to start dating you and if anyone had a problem with it, they could keep it to themselves.

Both you and Steve stayed home from school the next day, playing games all day and doing your best to make each other laugh as much as possible. You’d confided in him how nervous you were to go back to school the next day and Steve only reminded you that he’d protect you as best as he could.

The pair of you fell asleep still on a phone call together, both of your phones running out of battery before you’d woken up. Which was part of Steve’s plan; he didn’t want you to wake up and read any of the hateful messages so not having any phone battery for the whole day ensured that.

Although you got up late that morning, Steve was still able to take you in, his hand holding onto yours the whole way there. He stopped right outside the school and turned to you. “I’m just gonna go to park and I’ll see you inside, okay?”

You hesitantly nodded before getting out, watching Steve drive off for a few seconds before you took a deep breath and opening the doors and stepping inside. You walked through the busy halls, desperately trying not to be noticed. Everyone’s voices almost becoming deafening to you as you tried to not have a panic attack; you saw a few people stare at you and that only seemed to make things worse.

You almost jumped out of your skin as you felt someone’s hand hold yours, turning towards them, you felt your heart swell when you saw Steve. “Hi,” you barely choked out, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Hi,” he smiled back, leading you through the halls, never once letting go of your hand.

#spilled ink #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #friends to lovers #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #i swear my other stories/requests are coming

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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cute swim suit

synopsis: summer meant heat, and while the younger kids spent their time at the pool, the older teens spent their time by lovers lake. much to munson’s pleasure

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive language and behavior, flirty eddie and flirty reader

word count: 1133

a/n: this takes place in like mid july after the whole vecna thing bc eddie is alive, obv 😀

summer.

the most popular season in hawkins. it was like every other season but just ten times more.. more.

more parties, more hang outs, more friends, more plans, more fun, and more heat. especially more heat.

summer meant you spent your days lake side with your friends, and just a little bit worried about your kid brother. but today, he was with his friends, and probably out of your hair until you got home. so you placed your towel down, somewhat close to the shore, where the sun shone the brightest. kicking your sandals off, you drop your bag and sit down.

the dress you wore rippled in the breeze as you lean back on your hands. looking around you notice most of the graduated senior class is piling onto the sand, beach chairs and charcoal grills in hand. there’s a couple of girls who hop out the back of a pickup truck and boys who’s eyes linger way too long on them. there’s already people in the water, splashing around and playing chicken.

this is exactly what summer felt like.

you pulled your dress off and dig through your bag for some sunscreen. once you find it you start to apply it all over. you swear you hear a whistle when you start to put some on your chest, but you try your best to ignore it. once youre done, you lay back hands under your head as a makeshift pillow, finally relaxing.

“henderson,” a familiar voice greets you, taking a seat next to you. you peek over with one eye and you see jeans. black jeans on the hottest day of the week. you recognize it immediately.

“don’t call me that, im not my brother,” you roll your eyes with a smile. “what convinced you to come here? i know it wasn’t being surrounded by these jerks,” you question.

“thought i’d try to make peace, be the bigger person.” he says matter of factly.

“you’re hoping to deal, aren’t you?”

“yep,” he laughs, pulling his knees to his chest, his sneakers digging into the sand.

you chuckle back. bringing you hands down to prop yourself up on your elbows. “the least you could’ve done was wear some shorts,”

“thats not metal, babe.” he smirks, pulling his bag to his side, “but don’t worry, i came prepared.”

“good, because your making me hot,” you shake your head at him and turn to look at the lake in front of you. “this place is much better when its just our friends.”

“yeah yeah, we know you love to watch steve take his shirt off.” he teases.

“no, i watch you take your shirt off, get it right.” you quip, grabbing your sunglasses out of your bag and laying back down. you slide them onto your face and place your hands under your head again.

you don’t miss the way his ears go red, or the way his eye dart around trying to think of something to say. “what convinced you to come?” he asks, “i thought you were over hawkins high,”

“robin called yesterday, said she wanted me to come and that i owe her for using her discount at family video.” you explain, bending your left leg so your foot is flat on the sand.

“bribery, im starting to like her more and more you know..” he chuckles, leaning back on his hands. he looks over at you and your glowing body. he couldn’t help but try and sneak a look at the necklace that laid between the valley of your breasts. or how the strings of your cherry red bikini were pulled so high on your hips. his eyes trailed down your sparkling legs and to your perfectly done toes; painted red to match your suit.

he was hooked. hooked on his “prodigy’s” sister.

“i can feel you staring you know.” you mumble, eyes closed under the sunglasses.

“what? its a cute swim suit,” he says all too quickly.

“did you want to borrow it or something?” you giggle, “id have to wash it first of course, but i dont mind sharing,”

“laugh it up, i know you stare at my ass in these jeans sweetheart.” he smirks and watches your face darken half a shade.

you roll your eyes under your shades and stay quiet for a moment before sitting up. “gotta stay even.” you explain before flipping onto your stomach. you prop yourself up on your elbows again as you search for the sunscreen once more.

“get my back?” you grin, holding the bottle up to him. he freezes for a second, but eventually nods.

he mumbles a quick sure before taking the cream from your hands and squeezing it into his hands. as he readjusts you lay back down, head facing his old seat as you pull your hair to the side.

“ready?” he asks, rubbing his palms together.

“yes,” you answer quickly, “is it cold?” before you finish your question, his hands are on your shoulders, making you wince. he spreads the sunscreen across your upper back. thumbs coming up between your shoulder blades and you sigh happily as he starts to massage it in.

“feel good?” he mumbles, eyes trailing down your spine and to your butt, where your bikini seems to be smaller. you hum in response, nodding your head with a giddy smile.

he lifts his hands, reaching over to get more lotion and you whine, missing the contact. “oh relax, im back you big baby,” he shakes his head, bringing his hands to your middle back and sliding them under the string of your bikini.

he drags them down to the small of your back, massaging your back again, and smirking at the blissed out expression on your face. he brings his hands around your hips and rubs his thumbs into them before lifting his hands away.

he pats the highest point of your butt twice signaling his completion. “all done, doll. and yes i do except tips.” he jokes, making his way back to his ‘seat’.

you frown, looking up at him and the stupid smirk on his face as he looks down at you. “you should do that more often, makes up for the stress of hanging out with you.” you joke back with a cheesy smile.

“someones fiesty after getting a free massage,” he shakes his head at you, feigning disappointment.

“i never said i wouldn’t pay you back.” you retort, reaching around behind your back. you pull at the thin strings of your swim suit and sigh as they fall down the sides of your back. he raises a brow at you and you smirk back up at him.

“what? i didn’t want a tan line.”

“your brother will kill me if he knew the things i’d do to you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie #perv!eddie #eddie munson x henderson!reader #st #st4 #eddie munson st4 #st4 eddie #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things 4

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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masterlist

requests | closed to complete current requests <3

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him.

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1 - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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keep it on the down low - nishimura riki

╰─ ever since you were selected as riki’s next partner for his upcoming dance collab, you may or may not have developed feelings for each other. but despite their companies not really supporting dating in their idol's careers, both riki and y/n tried to keep it on the down low. key word: tried

pairings: idol! riki x idol! reader

genre: fluff

It was around 2 am in the morning when you and Riki decided to stay for a little bit more to finish up the first part of the song.

"1 2 3 4, 5 6 7 8" Riki counts as you both move in sync, he smiles at your worn out figure laying down on the ground "tired? we can wrap this up if you want to"

He sits down next to you, handing you his cup of cold water. Your mind secretly going on frantic over his little gesture "Let's just finish this last part and i'm heading home- unless you're tired too-" you sip the water, sitting up.

"-Nah, nah i'm not tired yet" He shakes his head. crap, did that sound too desperate? Riki asks himself, trying his best to not make it seem like he was avoiding your gaze

"Alright then, 2:30 we'll leave" You say, walking towards the table as you place the cup. Riki seriously didn't know how calm and collected you were especially with just the two of you alone, together. No managers, no members, nada.

You start playing the music, feeling yourself getting more exhausted each minute that passed by. Sloppily moving your body with the rhythm. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by Riki.

As the song ended, you both face each other. It was a part of the dance, but your face being barely an inch from Riki's wasn't. You both froze, not knowing what to do. Well, facing a different way was another solution, but neither of you wanted to do that, let's be honest.

At this moment, Riki didn't give a shit.

He grabbed you by the waist, faces inching closer by the second. But before your lips could touch—

“This one is for the boys with the boomin syst— Riki? Y/n?” Heeseung takes a second to blink, eyes refusing to see what he was seeing “I uh, I gotta go. My manager is asking if i’m at home. See you Riki, Bye Heeseung” You hurriedly pack your things, face red from embarrassment and the thought of you and Riki almost kissing.

“Hyung— I can explain—“ Riki walks towards him, trying to grab his hand “—Riki calm down, I wont tell” Heeseung chuckles, patting Riki’s bag “If you don’t know where my airpods are, then go walk her home. She’s not supposed to be out at this hour alone. I’ll take your stuff back to the dorm aight?”

“Oh gosh” you groaned, dragging your feet as you rethink what had happened “What should I do?” You pull your hair.

Just as you were about to turn to the corner you hear him call your name ‘No Riki! This is not the time!’ you panicked, but just before you could act as if you didn’t hear him, he taps you by the shoulder “Riki, just what the hell are you thinking chasing me right at this hour!?” You whisper-yell at him “I was just worried about you walking home at 3 am. Your company sucks for not getting you a driver”

“No I told them I could walk home” You chuckle, in Riki’s eyes you seemed so bothered. Noticing the way you dragged your feet and messy hair “Everything okay?” He asked, facing you

“Riki we’re doomed! Heeseung knows, and maybe dispatch is somewhere out there already taking pictures of us at this mome��”

He giggles “So what?” You gasp, mouth open. You seriously couldn’t believe this kid.

“So what?! Ugh, why do I even put up with you” facepalming as you groan

“Heeseung hyung said he wouldn’t tell, and I don’t care about dispatch, engenes know how close we are and does your fans. They’ll think this is a friendly gesture” Riki reassures you as he looked at the stars, finding peace within your presence.

“So don’t worry okay? Everything will be alright. And if they ever suspect anything, I’ll try to find a way to get us out of it” He stops by your doorstep “Well, this is your dorm, good night y/n—”

Without a thought running through your mind, you pecked Riki Nishimura. Immediately trying to unlock the door “Good night Riki” You smile, squealing once you closed it “I saw that” Ningning smirks. There goes your money.

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It was the following week after your collaboration with Riki was released and so far everything was going great. Both your fans really liked the content you both made, appreciating your talents and especially loved your ‘friendship’

Riki was right, everything was going to be alright. No dispatch and no suspicions from the fans and both companies.

And ever since that night, you and Riki had decided to make it official. Both agreeing to keep it a secret for now until you were both ready.

Thankfully the fans recognized the playful personalities and cherished your friendship, making videos like “Y/n and Riki being chaotic in their (collab) behind” and “Riki and Y/n being the best friends everyone would want” Of course, your companies noticed the sudden increase of popularity for both groups and proposed an idea of having each other in shows, and other things that could possibly make you interact more. Almost immediately, you both were very supportive of the idea and agreed to do more shows.

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You guys had an episode to go to the beach with the other Enhypen members. As you were filming the things that you were packing, Riki knocks on your door “Oh? Riki came~” you cooed, smiling at the sight of his head peaking through the door “Y/n! You’re packing more than necessary” He laughs, looking at the big pile of folded clothes.

After a few minutes, you decided to stop filming. Immediately throwing yourself into Riki’s arms “Are you excited?” you asked, rubbing circles on his back “not really— I mean yeah i kinda am but what if the other members—”

He pouts at the sound of you laughing “No ones gonna steal me Nishimura Riki. If that’s what you’re worried about” you squished his cheeks

“Now help me pick which swim suit I should wear”

“Okay :D” He gladly says, sitting patiently as you start gathering the options.

So far, filming with enhypen was fun, you got to play games in the pool, grill meat, answering mini interviews the other members held, you enjoyed it all.

Of course the trip wouldn’t be complete without you and Riki flirting with each other once in a while. Which caught both your fans attention, posting overly suspicious interactions between you and Riki. Leaving comments like “act surprised when they reveal that they’re dating” and “OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT: Y/n casually wrapping her arms around Riki’s neck while just staring at each other in today’s behind” all around twitter.

Jungwon being active on all social media platforms didn’t help either, resulting to him realizing that you and Riki were more than just friends. Soon enough the other members figure it out as well, silently sitting back and enjoying you both so oblivious towards the fact that everyone knew.

Meanwhile, you and Riki thought you were doing an excellent job at keeping it a secret. While resting on the same bed watching a movie, your manager barges in, shoving the phone into both your faces “Nishimura Riki, care to explain?”

A screenshot of Dispatch tweeting about your guy’s relationship is trending on twitter, following a few screenshots of fans posting about your relationship.

Your heart drops

His manager chuckled, “I already knew. Just came to tell you CEO Bang supports it and would like to have a meeting about confirming it”

Long story short, you both did agree to publicize your relationship and was extremely happy to hear that the fans supported you both

yall, i dont rlly like how i wrote this :( but i rlly missed posting so…. I SWEAR ILL MAKE BETTER ONES. i just need to find my motivation to do so :)

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen riki #riki fluff #enhypen niki #niki fluff #enhypen niki fluff #n1k1tty: riki m.list !

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 3 years

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Happily Ever After [Corpse x Reader]

Warnings: Angst, neglect, argument Summary: corpse and the Reader get into an argument cause he’s been neglecting her for awhile. He overworks himself and when he has days off he’s always with his friends and so she tells him about it, he says some hurtful things to her during the argument. The reader takes his words to heart and she begins to distance herself from him and she stops doing the little things that he loved about her. Whenever he tries to hang out she always rejects him or she’s hanging out with her friends. He then talks to her about it, he wants to know what caused her change of heart. When he finds out it was really his fault, he tries to fix it. Request: @xxasteriaxx A/N: This is gonna be a sad one with maybe a happy ending- who knows? My stories are coming out slower now and I am sorry about that! Now that it's Friday, I will try my best to get more stories out during the weekend. Online school has pretty stressful and my sleep schedule has been whack. Tag list: Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @babyhoneystvles

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Y/N didn’t know what went wrong in the relationship. Was it her? Why was she being.. neglected by Corpse? Did she do something wrong? Corpse was always overworking himself with editing his videos, recording, and streaming. And when he has time off, he doesn’t care to spend to time with Y/N. He’s always with his friends in a discord call, playing Among Us, or doing anything else with them. She started to think.. Did he not love her anymore?

Y/N whipped up Corpse a grilled cheese sandwich. She knew she should cook- it was her hobby and her talent. She also knew that Corpse loved when she made this. She came to the conclusion that he was just stressed and maybe needed some love and food. So she went out of her way to make this meal amazing. It was crispy and looked aesthetically pleasing and delicious. She was very proud of it and was excited to show Corpse.

She picked the plate up and walked over to Corpses office. She slowly opened the door, wincing at the loud creaking sound. Corpse seemed to be playing Among Us with his friends but wasn’t streaming. She walked over and set the plate down then wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Corpse moved his head away a little and squirmed, “Thanks Y/N” Corpse said, focusing on his screen.

“Can we cuddle after you’re done playing?” Y/N asked. It’s been a while since they have, the bed began to feel oddly cold without Corpses arms around her. She missed it very much, she really wanted to have a nice warm cuddle session with him.

“Mhm.” Corpse replied dismissively, which made Y/N frown. She give him another kiss and muttered ‘I love you’. She didn’t leave, instead she closed the office door and sat down next to him on the ground. He looked at her curiously, “Aren’t you going to leave?” he asked.

Y/N frowned, “I wanna spend time with you. I won’t bather you, I promise.”

Corpse sighed, then got back to playing the game. After a little bit, he finally decided to eat the sandwich. It made Y/N happy to see him eat, she knows he hasn’t eaten in a while. She stayed in that exact spot the whole time he played. When he got off, she stood up and was excited to cuddle with him. She has been waiting for this moment her entire life. She went to hug him and he stood up but- he just.. pushed past her. Y/N frowned, following him out of the office. “Cospsie!” Y/N said, “Aren’t we gonna cuddle?”

“Oh.. don’t have time. I’m going out for a little bit.” Corpse said, putting his sneakers on and looking for his hoodie. But it wasn’t where he last had it, did he misplace it? lose it? And then he knew, he looked at his girlfriend to see him wearing the hoodie he was looking for. “Can I have my hoodie back?” he asked.

“But it’s comfy!” Y/N smiled, snuggling into it. She loved wearing Corpses clothes- especially his hoodies. And the hoodie she was wearing was her favorite. The deep smell of cologne soothed her to sleep and the warmth was amazing. She thought Corpse loved when she wore his clothes, they were always oversized on her and that's what he loved- but she guessed she was wrong.

“I don’t care can I please have it back?” Corpse asked, beginning to get a little frustrated.

Y/N was a little caught off guard, but she took the warm hoodie off and handed it to Corpse, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as she handed it to him. She watched him put it on and just leave without saying a word. Y/N was let down, she was really looking forward to cuddling with him.. guess she’ll have to wait. Y/N went to the couch and laid down, grabbing a big that laid across the top to snuggle up in. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep either, she didn’t even realize how tired she was.

After a couple of hours, when the sun wa setting over skyline and slipping beneath tall standing skyscrapers, Corpse returned home. He was exhausted, he went out to the park and the mall to get a whole lot of things. He dropped the bags on on the island of the kitchen, and walked out into the living room. He saw Y/N cuddled up and frowned. He loved her very much, but she's been getting in the way of his work lately and has been being very clingy. Corpse went over and gave her a kiss on the temple before walking back to their room to sleep.

~Timeskip~

After a couple of days Y/N began to feel frustrated at how she was being neglected. She missed the warm hugs and kisses she got from Corpse, she getting tired of giving morning kisses with reply. She started believe that love lies, she felt her mind saying Corpse was in love with someone else. That would explain why he liked to go out a lot now. But no, you know from his friends snaps and tweets that hes just with his friends- right? Maybe he fell in love with Sykkuno or Dave or something.. Y/N wouldn’t be surprised.

She looked through Corpses phone and computer, finding nothing but work, recordings, discords, games, and all that other stuff so he couldn’t be cheating. Y/N decided to ask Corpse why he was neglecting her. Neglect was what she feared... She was already in a abuse relationship where she was neglected and cheated on. Corpse was the only guy that told her ‘I love you’ and really meant it. It was a while until Y/N was confident enough to even begin a serious relationship which every guy she tried pushed EXCEPT Corpse. She was not ready to lose the prize she won with Corpse, she was not going to lose him because he’s too selfish and dumb to put just a few seconds of his time to her.

She missed the kisses... She missed him.Y/N walked into the living room to see Corpse sitting on the couch. He was texting with someone Twitter, she didn’t know because she couldn’t see the name. “Hey.. Corpse?”

Corpse looked up, “Yeah?” he said.

“Uhm... why have you been.. y’know, neglecting me lately? It’s been a while and I really want to spend time with you.” Y/N said, walking over to sit next to him on the couch.

Corpse sighed, “Can I not have some time alone? You’re being clingy.”

Y/N frowned, clingy. “Of course you can have time alone! I just wanna spend time with you. Is that a bad thing?”

“Well, you’re always on my case!” Corpse raised his voice, catching Y/N off guard. “You’re always asking for attention and pushing yourself into my personal space! You always say ‘I love you’ every single fucking minute, I get it! Ok?! Just stop being so fucking demanding!”

Y/N moved back a little, she was surprised by being screamed at by Corpse- it never happened. She was hurt. Was Corpse right about all of those things? Was she an attention seeker? Was her ‘I love you’s too much? Was she demanding? She sniffed, standing up and walking away to go to their bedroom.

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N!” Corpse yelled to her. He had angry built up in his system. He had so much work and so much to do, he couldn’t have Y/N bothering her. And he wanted to have a good social life- he needed friends. Couldn’t Y/N see that?!

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Just like what Corpse wanted, Y/N didn’t bother him anymore. The morning kisses and snuggles were gone. She stopped planting kisses on his cheek and his lips in the morning, night, and throughout the day. She stopped wearing his clothes and hoodies, leaving all the warmth for coziness to Corpse. And she also stopped saying I love you, which she missed so much. She missed all of it, but it was what Corpse wanted and that was all that mattered.

But she also realized that Corpse began to want her attention- but she needed to give him space. He wanted space, that's what he said- so she was going to give it to him! She wasn’t going to bother him during streams, only to give him food and/or a drink. Y/N hung out with her friends more often, giving Corpse as much space as he can possibly can have.

Corpse just got done streaming and was looking for Y/N. His fans were going crazy on uncomfortable questions today. Apparently they have realized the lack of the Y/N and the lack of Corpse talking about how great she was- they thought something happened like they broke up or she died or something. Corpse was too bothered by Y/N neglecting him to focus on what he was doing, so he ended early. He searched the house but couldn’t find Y/N, so he called her.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Corpse asked once she picked up after three rings.

“I’m with Kariya, Eris, and Morgan right now.” Y/N replied, “Aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”

“Mhm but I ended it early. When are you gonna get home?” Corpse asked. He internally sighed, wishing Y/N was here to spend time with him. He was worried- not that she was gone but because she hasn’t been wearing his clothes. None of his hoodies or shirts were gone. And he knew for a fact that she loved wearing his rose hoodie and his flanel out in public.

“Dunno. Probably an hour.” Y/N said, “I gotta go now, Kariya just got her nails done.”

“Oh.. ok bye. Lo-” He was cut off by the call ending. He frowned, was she ignoring him? Why? Did he do something wrong? Did she not love him anymore? He knew he was stressed but he’s not anymore. He decided to scroll through reddit and find some unsettling stories he could maybe read for his channel. He checked his email and saw many good stories that were worth reading for his channel. But soon, he got bored and sat back in his chair and let his mind wander off into the forest of his mind. He hoped for his mind to play in sunlit grass and smell the heather growing but no.. they just ended up wandering down into the undergrowth and crevasses, breathing in the cold musty scent of dirt and moss. He just thought of Y/N.. did he mess up the only relationship he was able to carry? He felt like a river going down into a raging waterfall. There was a stream of sadness that touched his skin like an icicle against his neck. He needed to see what was wrong with Y/N, he needed to know what he did wrong.

The minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like years. It was dark- very dark when Y/N returned home. When Y/N got home, Corpse perked up at the sound of the front door opening and the familiar pattern of Y/Ns footsteps. Corpse stood up and left his office, greeting Y/N by pulling her into a hug. “I missed you.”

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, hugging him for a second before walking to their bedroom. Corpse frowned, following her in. He watched as she took her sneakers off- but looked away as she changed her clothes. He sat on the bed ans sat down next to him.

“Y/N?” Corpse said, watching her face “Why have you been.. like... ignoring me?” Y/N looked at him, but said nothing. “You stopped giving me kisses, stopped wearing my clothes, and most importantly you stopped saying I love you. Whats going on?”

Y/N looked puzzled, looking at Corpse like he was delusional. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” then she got under the blankets and faced her back on Corpse, turning the lamp on her bedside table off.

Corpse frowned yet again, his face twisting into confusion. “What? What do you mean?” he asked, but got no answer, “Y/N? What do you mean?” He asked again to no prevail. “Y/N?” He asked, but this time waited a couple seconds. Then he sighed and gave up, getting under the covers and closing his eyes. Lets just say... he couldn’t sleep that night.

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Another day, another day with no cuddles, kisses, or cuteness. Corpse was getting tired, sad, and frustrated. That sentence never left his mind, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” What did she mean? What did Corpse do?

While Y/N was out Corpse decided to turn to his friends for help. Maybe they knew how to deal with it, they were always so nice and helpful. He hit Sykkuno up, saying

Corpse: Hey I need relationship advice...

Sykkuno answered rather quickly, making Corpse feel kinda special.

Sykkuno: Oh no what did you do?

Corpse: That's the thing idk

Sykkuno: Is Y/N acting strangely?

Corpse: Yeah shes been ignoring me

Corpse: Do you think she doesn’t love anymore?

Sykkuno: Y/N? Not loving Corpse? never heard of it.

Sykkuno: You probably said something that bothered her tbh

Corpse stared at his screen, then it hit him. All the shit he’s said to her... It all came back to him like an avalanche.

Corpse gasped, realizing all the things he said. He felt so much guilt, he did this to Y/N, this is why she hated him now. She had make things better between them, he had to fix things. But how? He didn’t even care to reply to Sykkuno as he googled ways to make a girl happy.

“Be physically and emotionally present.”

“Send her cute and meaningful texts.”

“Give her loving gifts.”

“Give her unexpected embraces.”

“Sit next to her.”

All of them were great, but didn’t help his case that much. He needed something cute and.. something Y/N will like. He sighed, sitting back in his chair and looking at his ceiling. He decided to try all of these and see which one will help. First, he texted her. Hopefully, she’ll reply.

Corpse🥀: Hey. I just wanna let you know how much I love you and cherish our time together. Every morning of mine gets brighter everytime I see you next to me. I don’t know what I would do without you here with me. <3

He watched the three dots bounce on his screen, but then disappear. He sighed in frustration. That didn’t work. Guess he needed to try plan B, give her an unexpected embrace. Yes, that should work! Right? Y/N loves when Corpse gives her embraces and hugs. It should be the key, right? He just had to wait.

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After what seemed like days, Y/N finally returned home. She was out with her friends again- just how she always is. He waited for her to settle down and relax. She changed into a cute sweater that gave her sweater paws- something Corpse adored about her. She relaxed and sighed, winding down before Corpse came up and gave her a nice warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms.

“Corpse-” Y/N gasped, moving her legs up a little, “I’m tired.”

Corpse was not giving up just now, no siree. He picked her up and brought her to the bed. “Then we will cuddle.” He said simply, setting her softly on the bed and wrapping her in a soft crochet blanket. He then in bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling Y/N into a big hug. Y/N didn’t respond, just letting it happen.

Y/N got a peaceful sleep throughout the night. Its the best sleep she actually got in a while- her sleep schedule has been whack. Maybe it was because the lack of giving affection to Corpse- but she wanted to keep him happy. But when Corpse wrapped his arms around her, she felt at home.

Y/N squirmed out of Corpses arms and walked to take a shower. She wanted to go out with her friends again today. They were planning to go to the mall and stop by at that new sushi place. It was going to be a fun day, it was gonna be exciting. After the shower Y/N dried herself and wrapped a towel around her. She looked in the shared closet she had with Corpse and that nice rose hoodie caught her eye. She went to reach for it, but pulled it back. She can’t wear that! Corpse doesn’t want her to. So she just went with a knitted yellowish brown sweater and dark brown pants. But then she felt the familiar the wetness in her pants. Period blood. Fuck. She quickly changed her underwear and ran to the bathroom, putting a pad on and pulling her thankfully unstained pants up. It was getting colder as Autumn neared so she put a cute scarf on and put her hair in a bun, finished her look off with brown healed boots and makeup. Then she left a note to Corpse saying

“I'm out with my friends again. Got my period so not really in the mood for anything but i'm fighting it :)”

Then Y/N left, leaving Corpse alone to sleep peacefully.

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When Corpse woke up that morning, he was saddened by the lack of Y/N next to him. He sighed, she must’ve went out again. Corpse decided that he would try one more thing. Just one. And he hoped this idea would work.

He drove to the park him and Y/N went to on their first date. They are both the laid back but romantic style people so this park was perfect. He already had a nice blanket with him and brought that rose hoodie that Y/N loved. There was this area cut off from the park that lead to a small opening in the woods. The opening showed a lake that had the sun setting in the distance. Corpse thought this would be the perfect place for him to apologize to Y/N. He can only hope she actually comes along..

He set everything up at the spit and decided to explore the area a little. It was still morning, he wanted her here at sunset. He walked around a little bit, following the trail that led a small playground. It had 2 swings, a slide, monkey bars, and a little house on the top. There were also benches and a set of rules that no one really listened to. There was a family there- it looked like a party. Grandma and grandpa, mother and father, kids, and what looked like cousins and aunts and uncles. Corpses anxiety and nervousness spiked, he looked sketchy. He had all black on with black nails and these weird silver rings on. He went and sat down on one of the benches and went on his phone, trying to direct his attention to whats going on there. He was asked to join an Among Us lobby, but he declined and said he had something planned.

After a long time of scrolling through his phone, cloud watching, and eavesdropping on peoples conversations, a women came up to him. She looked nice and asked “Hello, would you mind if you leave? You’re upsetting the kids here.”

Corpse sat up, he knew he would bother someone.. damnit. “Ah.. yeah yeah sorry for causing any disturbance.” he stood up and waved to the women, walking away and down the trail as casually as he can. The probably thought he was planning to kidnap one of the kids while no one was looking, but how could he? They have hidden cameras in the weirdest places here.

Corpse headed back to the spot, heading closer to the lake, picking a stone up and throwing it into the lake, making a small ‘droop’ sound as it hit the water. He began to throw many stones into the lake, waiting for 5pm to hit so they could watch the sunset at 6pm. Hopefully.

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5:40 came around and Corpse decided to text Y/N. He walked over the closest bench and texted her.

Corpse🥀: Meet me at the [insert park name] right now. Im sitting on a bench near the lake area.

Y/N💕: Ok?

Corpse sat back and waited, watching the clouds slowly drift by. He picked out pictures in the sky, one of them was a silhouette of two lovers kissing.. and the other was 2 lovers fading away. It just made him sad and uneasy, he was scared that Y/N wouldn’t wanna be with him anymore. He was scared that she would laugh at him and say that she found another guy that satisfied her so much more. He expected that that guy was big, tall, and muscular and was always up for sex and flavors, some guy who gave her everything she wanted, something he couldn’t.

But he smiled when he saw Y/N walk down the trail. He stood up, waving to her. She noticed him and walked over to him. “Hey Corpse. You wanted to see me here?”

“Uh yeah... follow me.” Corpse said, realizing her sounded very sketchy. he began to walk, relieved when he heard Y/Ns footsteps behind his. He led her to the spot, the sun was still up but was getting tired, just about ready to soak into the lake and let the moon guard the night.

Y/N looked around, the scene was beautiful. Flowers bloomed from crisp green grass and the lake flowed lighty. “Wow.. its beautiful here.” She made her way over and sat down on the soft blanket.

Corpse smiled and sat next to her, grabbing the hoodie he had and handing it to Y/N. She studied it for a second before taking it, smiling and holding it close to her chest.

“I.. just wanna apologize for neglecting you that. I was being an asshole.. and I.. I'm sorry for being so rude. Truth is, I miss your kisses, hugs, the way you wear my clothes, and the i love yous. I just want my girlfriend back.” Corpse sighed, not daring to look at her. “If you wanna break up and go off with another guy, I understand. I wouldn’t blame you.. who wants to hang out with Corpse Husband anyways?”

Y/N leaned forward, looking Corpse in the eyes, “Maybe Corpse Wife wants to hang out with Corpse Husband.” she smiled when Corpse looked up at her. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I thought you would be better off without me annoying you.”

Corpse hesitated, “I..” he dropped his head, “Stress fucking sucks, doesn’t it? So many people noticed your absence and are asking! Im just so- sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I forgive you. I love you more than anyone in the world, Corpse. You’re my big ol’ edge king and I love you for it.” Y/N lifted his head to give him a kiss on the lips.

It turned passionate and pleasant, it was a kiss full of love. It was like hot air blew around them, heating them up just the right ways. It was a kiss that was long overdue, a kiss that they both missed so so much.. and it was finally happening.

When they pulled away Corpse was smiling so happily and brightly. He hugged Y/N tightly and said “I love you so much Y/N.. I just love you more than life.”

Y/N smiled, melting into the sweet embrace. “I love you too Corpsie, I love you so much.”

Heh, talk about living happily ever after...

~The End~

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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musician eren x black influencer wife imagines p2. (dating phase)

this is still going to be a full series, it’s just taking a while to finish the first chapter! 😭

themes: both sfw and nsfw, phone sex, kinda pervy (ish) eren, back shots, pussy eating, unprotected sex, slight mention of angst, spoiled rotten reader 🤭

from that night on in the club, the two of you were attached at the hip. Always talking in your little bit of free time and following each other (and you’re like one of the only four people he does). He even throws a few comments on your pictures and everybody loses it because he never does that.

all the stan accounts on Twitter swear that y’all are fucking and he does nothing to correct it either. Because he wishes it were true. Even likes some of the tweets just to throw everybody off.

“Shit, if they say it’s true, then I guess it is. I’m not clearing up a damn thing. Let ‘em think what they want.” (he’d never tell you but sometimes, he ‘relieves stress’ by daydreaming about what it would be like.)

would sometimes scroll your feed and when he’d see a video of you on the pole or even twerking in some string bikini, it’d get him all riled up and he’d become frustrated until he couldn’t take it.

eren really hadn’t seen or been intimate with anyone in years so he was a little rusty when it came to communication. He hadn’t had to worry about another person or check in so he’d go hours or even days without responding but when he did, he was happy to talk to you.

“..sorry ‘bout that. Just been working a lot. I missed you though.”

baby boy was committed to you and his music only so you knew he wasn’t capping. You wouldn’t have to worry about his ass cheating..ever! Too much effort and he was infatuated.

you didn’t press him too much because you respected his hustle and he done the same. Having a woman around that was about her bread and none of the bullshit was a sigh of relief. Even though your job was social media, you never engaged the rumors and kept your business private.

the sexual tension between y’all is CRAZY though. It’s even more fun than the act itself. The texts, the teasing..the FaceTime calls! That’s where it gets real nasty. Masturbating for each other when you were alone, telling you all the things he wanted.

“I’m putting it in your guts when I see you..fucking you on sight, for real..”

there were no worries of him taking advantage or using this to label you as a ho. He appreciated that you’d even share such intimate things with him. Things that the rest of the world couldn’t see.

which is why it was all the more fun when the two of you linked up and made those fantasies a reality. You’d come by his studio when you were in town, wearing something tight just so he’d want to rip it off.

“..you wore this just for me? Pretty ass..I love it.” Something about those compliments from him just hit DIFFERENT. 😫 damn the Instagram comments.

he always made your wait well worth it. You’d heard his lyrics so you knew his ass was some pressure..but nothing could prepare you for it. Sometimes you’d only have about 48 hours together and he wanted to spend 24 of them fucking the shit out of you.

tells everybody not to hit his line for a damn thing while you’re here because he has ‘important business to handle.’

from eating your pussy in the front seat of his Wraith after dinner (loves when you grab his hair and puts his face in it)

HE DEFINITELY EATS IT WITH HIS GRILLS IN TOO! The bottom row with gold slugs and diamonds in them!!!!!

to letting his chain hit your face while he’s deep stroking your shit. Loves back shots on the balcony and making you squirt.

was low key scared he’d either come too quick or hurt you but even after all that time, he still had it. You didn’t make it easy though!

talks you through those nuts so good, you’re two seconds from living in his skin. “I know, baby. I know…and you’re doing so good. You taking this dick just like you said.” (and it’s big too bitch like omg! 🥴)

honestly, he had always been a freak but he couldn’t just give that dick to anybody because he’d definitely created a couple of stalkers in his lifetime and it wasn’t fun. You were the person to bring out that side again. Because of it, everyone notices a change in his mood and how much happier he seems.

although you never pressed him about making things official, it never made it easier when you had to leave again and go your separate ways. None of it felt real..he knew he wanted you but he was scared of commitment and screwing it up.

causes a little bit of a rift for a minute and you question if he’s just using you for album inspo or a quick fuck.

but when you’re packing to head to the airport one morning; tears in your eyes and ready to break down, he pulls you to his chest and says what you had been waiting to hear.

“…I don’t want you to go, (y/n). I love you..but we’re both grown and got things we’re chasing. So we’ll do whatever to make this work..promise.”

and he sticks to that..months pass..y’all are going strong and are happier than ever. You spend every second that’s possible together and even learn to take a few extra days for yourselves. Taking trips out of the country to just to stay out of the cut and makes you his top priority.

gifts of every variety from Birkins to jewelry, he cops it for you. Much like everything he does, he perfects it and is the ideal boyfriend.

You’re spoiled rotten, having your way on and offline and even he has to admit it’s cute watching you flex your new things..leaving everyone to speculate who’s sponsoring. But that’s y’all’s little secret. The relationship is wonderful and the best one you’ve ever had.

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Surprise

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel gives his wife a day of surprise. Based on this video and tweet.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Sorry if the smut sucks, I rushed through it lol.

Miguel leaned against the entryway of the bathroom, watching you carefully apply your mascara. His eyes roamed down to the swell of your breasts. You hadn’t put on your blouse yet because of you not wanting to get makeup on it.

“You’re staring,” you called out your husband when you finally became aware of his heated gaze. “What? Is it a crime to look at my wife?”

“Noooo, but it is a bad idea when both you and I have work to go to.” You took a break from doing your makeup and that’s when you realized that Miguel wasn’t dressed in his usual garb. He had on a simple black tee and jeans, an understated look but he still oozed power. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

Miguel ignored your question and leaned his hip against the counter. “Let’s go shopping, mi amor.”

“Shopping? We can’t go shopping. We both have to work.” What the hell was Miguel thinking? You two did not have the time for that. “What if I told you I cancelled all my meetings today and told your boss you couldn’t come in today?”

That sounded too good to be true. “You’re lying,” you accused in disbelief. “Nope, we’re gonna go to Home Goods. Then we’re gonna go to Target. Sounds good so far?” The mention of Target made you stop what you’re doing and turn to your husband.

“Then we’re gonna get pedicures after.”

“What?” You gasped in shock. It’s been forever since you and Miguel got pedicures together. “Yeah, let’s go get pedicures. Yeah?” After that you closed your mascara, Miguel had your full attention now. “Oh! Mascara shut.” Miguel joked. “And then we’ll go to brunch. You want brunch?”

“Mimosas?” You whispered, already dreaming of the citrusy bubbles on your tongue. “Mmhmm. Order from the whole menu. Chocolate chip pancakes with a river of syrup. Bacon, hash browns.”

“Chicken tendies?” Miguel laughed at your name for chicken strips, you refused to call them by their proper name. “Yes, and chicken tendies.” As Miguel continued to name various foods, your breath got heavier in anticipation.

“And then?” You asked. “Whatever you want to do. Wanna go to Chick-Fil-A? Cookies and cream milkshake?”

“COOKIES AND CREAM MILKSHAKE!?”

“Yeah!” Miguel couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He loved how excited you were and that he was the one making it happen. “So, you wanna go?” It really wasn’t a question, but he just knew your answer would radiate with enthusiasm. “For real? Miguel, you’re not playing?”

Miguel grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him. “No, I’m not.” You squealed and jumped in his arms before running to change. “But there is one condition.” He stopped you in your tracks. “What?”

“You have to wear this.” Miguel pulled out a maxi sundress of your favorite color. This man certainly had style. Running you snatched the dress out his hands and began changing. You were too enamored with the dress that you barely heard Miguel tell you to meet him in the driveway when you were done.

As soon as he saw you, Miguel thought a day in the house didn’t sound bad at all, but he had to shove those thoughts away. He had plans for his queen.

“Where’s Nestor?” You looked around for him, Marcus, and some of the others, but none were to be found. “Gave them the day off. It’ll just be you and me.”

It wasn’t Christmas. Both of yours and Miguel’s birthdays had already passed. Your anniversary wasn’t until a couple of more months. “What are you up to?” You eyed Miguel suspiciously. “Nothing. Now get in the car.”

Multiple times during the car ride Miguel thought of pulling over. In the corner of his eye, he would catch you rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some pressure. He listened to how you thought it was so sexy to see a man maneuver a car, but he didn’t think you would get this turned on. Now he would have to make more of an effort to drive around.

His day with you was a blast. At Home Goods he watched your head switch from Pinterest to the different aisles, trying to find the perfect items to complete your diy projects. Target was a bit more dangerous. You went down every aisle and almost bought out the whole store. “We don’t even need this!” Miguel would say whenever you would add whatever unnecessary item to the cart. It didn’t matter though, he still let you get it.

The nail salon was a ball. The nail technicians thought it was so cute that you and Miguel were getting pedicures together. Along with the pedicure you got a manicure. Miguel even picked the shape and color. “I can’t wait to see those wrapped around my dick,” he whispered, enjoying you squirm as the nail tech painted your nails.

Brunch a whole new you came out. This specific restaurant was your favorite because they played the music you loved and had bottomless mimosas. Those two were a bad combination for Miguel’s hard dick, because those lustful glances from you were no accident. And the moans you made when you ate those damn chicken tendies mixed with a little bit of syrup had him sitting uncomfortably for the longest. But then every so often, in between bites you would look to Miguel, smile brightly, and tell him thank you. And just like that he was gushing all over you, ready to give you the moon and the stars.

Miguel opted to get the milkshakes at the drive-thru, but you didn’t mind, you had other plans in mind. However, Miguel surprised you when he went in the other direction of home. “Babe, where are we going?” Miguel grabbed your hand and rested his lips on it. “To your last surprise.” He said, not offering any more information.

About 45 minutes outside of town, an oddly familiar lake house came into view. “Miguel, what is this?” Your husband parked the car and ran to let you out. “This is your house by the lake, not too far from the city because you’ be damned if some Jason Vorhees comes out to kill you and you couldn’t get immediate help. There’s the front porch where you can sit and drink your morning coffee while you watch the sunrise. In the back, you have the deck complete with picnic tables and a master grill, where you can use and abuse your brother’s grilling skills while everyone else is talking, playing games, and dancing. Back here you can have your glass of wine and watch the sunset.” He wrapped his arms around you and jutted his chin to the second story of the home. “In the master bedroom is a window seat where you can get scared from the new horror book you’re reading while drinking your second cup of coffee. And most importantly there’s the dock by the lake, so you can go fishing because you refuse to get on a boat and become a Lake Placid victim.”

Verbatim. Word for word, Miguel described the perfect dream lake house you told him about years ago. It was dream that your dad had at first. He wanted to give his family a getaway spot that was yours to call your own. As your father daughter bonding time, you would search for the perfect candidate but could never find one. Then unfortunately, he passed before he could make that dream come true. In the little spare time you had, you resumed your search in honor of your father, but it was nothing but dead ends.

Tears were running down your face. You couldn’t stop them if you wanted to. “Mi amor, you don’t like it?” Miguel’s concern was growing. He couldn’t decipher if those were happy tears or sad tears. “No, Miguel I love it! I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Miguel pulled you into a tighter hug. “Oh honey, I’m the one who doesn’t know how I managed to get and keep you.” He grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up so you couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I haven’t been the best husband.”

“Miguel no.” How in the world could he think that? He pressed a finger against your lips. “Shh, let me finish. You barely see me anymore. We literally only say good morning and good night to each other. I’ve been too busy with the rebels and Potter. Plus, there’s the original work I already have. You taken over the development project when you have your own work to do. And you take time out of your day to take my mother to and from her appointments.” You tried to interrupt him, to tell him that it was no big deal, but he stopped you. “Ahh, I’m not finished. You do all this, go through all this trouble and not once have I heard you complain. This isn’t even half of what you deserve. So, no more talk about how you don’t deserve any of this. Entiendes?”

It was a troubling time. Half of the time you didn’t know where you found the energy to get out of bed, but you did. You had to. This was how you keep your family together. “Si.” You brought Miguel’s face closer to yours. There was the faint taste of mimosas still on his tongue. Reluctantly, Miguel pulled away, holding onto your bottom lip til the last possible second. “There are other husbandly duties that I have been neglecting.”

“Is there now?” A crooked smile graced your face. “Mmhmm,” Miguel scooped you up bridal style. “Yeah. I think we should christen the house.” He whispered conspiratorially like you weren’t alone. “I say hell yeah!”

Miguel ran into the house, running up the stairs, leaving a trail of your giggles. Tomorrow you would get the chance to explore more.

Once in the room, Miguel dropped you on the bed, causing you to bounce a little. He shed yours and his clothes in a hurry. To his surprise you weren’t any underwear. “Someone was eager, huh?”

“I had plans to screw you in the back of the car after mimosas.” Miguel took off your bra and tugged a nipple into his mouth. “Good girl.”

While Miguel’s attention was on your nipples yours were on getting his boxers off. His dick sprang free and you wrapped your hand around it. Miguel relished in the feeling of your soft hand around him while he left kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “What are you doing?” He groaned into your ear, slipping in between the two of you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movement. “I thought you wanted to see my nails around your dick?” You whimpered, squirming against him.

“I do, but right now is about you. Do me a favor and suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” He tapped your fingers against your lips, and you slipped them in, mimicking the motions you wanted to desperately do to his dick. Satisfied with how wet they were, Miguel stuck his fingers in your welcoming hole. “Its so wet and warm, preciosa. I think I can fit another finger in there, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm, daddy.” Miguel added a third finger, bringing a delicious sting. “God, you’re so tight. I bet you taste even better.” Taking his fingers out despite your reluctance, he sucked on them, making you jealous that it wasn’t your mouth on them.

“Tell me what you want, baby. You want me eat that fat ass pussy or you want this cock?”

“Gimme your cock please.” It was no competition. You needed to feel complete and only Miguel’s dick could do that.

He scooted back some to line himself up. You caught a glimpse of his dick and badly wanted to suck it. It should be a crime that all that dick belongs to you.

Miguel slid his cock along your slit, gathering up some wetness. “Baby stop teasing please!” You whined, scratching against his forearms.

He lifted up your left leg to his hip and slid in, giving you those deep lovemaking strokes. “You take me so well, mi amor. Can you handle more?”

“Yes Miguel. Please give me more!” His slow strokes would leave you right on the verge of coming, but never actually getting you there and at this moment you needed to cum more than anything. “More, daddy! Please!” Tears were prickling your eyes.

With his free hand, Miguel swiped away your tears and began to pound into you. “Pretty girl,” he smoothed back some of your hair, his soft words contrasting his rough fucking. “You look like an angel taking my cock so well. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum over daddy’s cock, hmm?”

You nodded your head when you failed to form any words. “Nah, baby girl I need words. Tell me what you want.”

“I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!” Miguel was hitting your spot repeatedly. “Okay, pretty baby, then do it,” he whispered, rubbing your clit.

Your body exploded with your orgasm. You were a quivering mess, but Miguel wasn’t through with you, he kept fucking you.

“Where do you want it?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth. “In my mouth, daddy. I wanna taste you.”

Miguel jumped off of you. “On your knees, baby.” Eagerly you got on the ground with your tongue out, enjoying Miguel stroke his glistening cock. “Oh fuck!” He cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cum filled your mouth.

When he finished, you jumped at the opportunity to clean his cock. “Shitttt! Just like that baby.”

He pulled your head back and laughed at your amused smile. “With skills like that, I’ll give you anything. What else do you want?” He carried you to the bathroom, filling the tub for a nice bath.

“Just you.” You sighed, leaning back on his chest.

“I can definitely do that and more.” Miguel promised to you and himself.

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trblhyuns · 3 years

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imagine us. (pt.1 and we were eating)

pairing// hyunjin-reader main &&lil chan-reader for a little

tws// use of drugs and alcohol, suggestive scenes, hyunjin can be a dick sometimes and it hurts

— lighthearted

prologue / masterlist / pt.2

pt.1 wc: 1989

his cologne caught my nose. it smells just like the one i had got for my little brother this past christmas. when my brother wore it it smelt nice, and i liked the undernotes but on him, it just smelt weird. but now i could smell the same undertone and it was pleasingly sweet, but mostly smelled like dude. not like locker room dude but like shaves his face with a straight razor, changes his own oil, shops at nordstrom rack dude. my brother said he wanted it because he saw it in some pickup artist video saying that it was the best scent to get girls. i wonder if he got it because of that video too. not saying that if i smelled it on my brother that i would find him attractive too. ew. i know that scents change depending on the person who is wearing them. but the smell, or more likely the aura radiating off this guy is making my head turn.

i can only catch a glimpse of the head of hair on this guy. blonde and long. like the barbies i used to play with my elementary school when i would spend the night. i want to see more of him. his smell is luring me in. i feel like a dog looking for a treat that it hid months ago.

"why do you keep looking at the booth behind you" jisung looks into me, using scissors to cut the sizzling pork belly into small pieces. i fold into myself watching the pieces fall onto the round charcoal grill between us. "you're so weird." he shakes his head before going back to grilling the meat.

"okay try to see past all the smell of the expensive meat, which i am paying for, may remind you before you call me weird. but you smell that?" he looks at me while squinting his eyes, slowly he puts down the tongs and scissors. his fingers stroke his chin and within a few moments his features scrunch up.

"yeah i smell that. oh my god."

"really? i thought i was crazy." relief falls over me. i'm not the only one who can smell it.

"yeah it smells so fucking bad, it's like there is a y/n here stinking the whole restaurant up. yeah, i don't think i can eat anymore" he drops his hands on the table. my eyes droop. i look up at him from hooded lids, trying to put on the most deadpan face i can.

"yeah, i think you're paying now buddy."

"but y/n~~~ i was like um just playing, but for real it smells like dude. you know when you come to the studio with me and the middle schoolers leave because the youth classes end. yeah, yeah. like when the youth classes end. onions and axe." i chuckle at his response before grabbing a piece of the now grilled pork belly off the grill and putting it on my plate. i can not express how excited i am to eat this pork belly. it distracts me enough from what we were talking about before, and as i am ready to bring the food up to my mouth i am soon more distracted by the sound of the tall man scooting out from the booth behind me, napkin clad in hand making his way over to the buffet, probably to get more sides.

"jisung do you need more sides?"

"no, i need more front."

"what?" i looked at him puzzled trying to figure out what he means.

"i need to see the front of that guy who smells like onions and axe, was that what you were trying to look at in the booth behind you. because i'm going to let you know right now, just by looking at the back of onion and axe guy you have no chance."

i stare at him again.

"bitch what the fuck." jisung puts his hand up to his forehead, which i just flicked. "again, i was just joking gotdamn. if you want to talk to him this is your chance i guess. i want more radish now be nice and go get me some since you just flicked me." i roll my eyes still staring while my eyes close into a tight glare shooting at him. i look over at the buffet, and he is nowhere to be seen. usually, by now i would have kicked jisung under the table for being so mean, but he was right. this was a good time to go see what this guy was all about. and, i want to smell him. as appetizing as this porkbelly smells, and how much i was craving to eat it, he smells more delicious. but jisung's words play in my head again onions and axe. it makes me chuckle.

i get up and make my way towards the buffet. it's the dinner rush, and since this was the only good bbq spot in the town at the moment, i have to dodge busy servers, and the sound of conversations, and maybe even a fighting couple pass by me as i make my way over.

trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, i try to look around me taking in the surroundings of the restaurant, but trying to spot the full head of blonde hair. i put the plastic gloves over my hands, grabbing a plate from under the food, and then mindlessly— and may i add very slowly— put things onto the plate. i see him a bit of the way over just staring at the meat fridge. the blonde hair pulls me in and i'm about to make my move before i feel a sting on my face. quickly i wipe my hand over my face trying to scratch before i realize i now have the residue of whatever was on my gloves, but what's even worse i don't have my mask on. the blood rushes to my face as i quickly make my way back to the booth where jisung is waiting for me.

"dude you didn't even get any radish." he looks at me, looking like he is trying to hold back his laughter as he throws a napkin at my face.

"do you think he saw me, oh my god, what if he did, he probably thinks i'm some freak anti-masker trying to spread my germs to everyone."

"i mean i would." jisung retorts at me.

"you're such a dick" i throw my crumpled-up napkin back at him.

"yeah but who begged me to come out to eat with her, and who made me cancel my studio time just because little y/n can't grill food by herself, and can't stand the thought of eating out alone." his pout becomes deeper with each word he says, and his voice becomes squeaker at the same rate.

"yeah but who gets to eat for free?" i imitate him. this makes him purse his lips, a playful look on his face as he goes back to eating the sides i brought back from the buffet. he looks around before eyeing the direction of the buffet.

"yoooo YOOOOOOOO y/n y/n y/n. i know that guy." he has a surprised look on his face, but not hiding the fact that he is a little excited. like a little lab dog. i open my eyes wide, ready to hear how i can get closer to him. "i've seen him at the studio before. you know that guy chan i have been trying to get you to bang so i can live vicariously through you, yeah i think he is friends with him."

"first of all, i don't know why you keep trying to live vicariously through me. especially since the situation is me having sex with chan. because you are like. straight. but maybe i should hit up chan now haha." i play with the straw that's sitting in my water cup while jisung pulls out his phone, scrolling through. he looked so focused, a look i only see when he is trying to mix a new track, or while he stares at himself in the mirror while dancing. i wait there for a while, distributing the rest of the cooked meat between us. before i can start to eat jisung shoves his phone in my face.

"okay i got his snapchat and apparently he is here with this girl as you can see by the story i am showing you right now." that was quick, but expected from jisung.

i take his phone out of his hands, holding it closer to my face so i can read the caption better. remembering that they are in the booth behind us, i remember to lower my voice before i speak.

"okay first of all who comes to a bbq place and orders off the kitchen menu. and do you think they are dating, like is the emoji meant to be about her or the food, and do you think she is eating the food he is grilling, or do you think she is the type to eat salads on dates to seem more feminine." i start to ramble, obviously jealous over a girl i don't know over a guy i don't know. things have been dry for me lately. school has taken over my life. occasionally i will go out to the club, or the rare party, but being friends with jisung who doesn't get out as much as he used to, i just have never have an excuse to go out and meet more people. this is the action and drama i need in my life right now.

"okay, first of all, y/n you said a lot, and it is a lot to unpack. and i don't know if you know her and have some grudge or sum, but i think you are just reading too much into it." and he's right. i have only seen this guy's face like once, and maybe got a good whiff of him, but i feel like i'm going crazy for no reason. oh my god, i am so deprived of any interaction with anyone.

"let's just forget about it and get the bill. he has a girl so my window has closed." jisung nods in approval and goes to finishing his food. we continue to make small talk and joke around. the server comes to the table black book in hand. i put my card in and wait for him to come back with the reciept.

"wait y/n your tipping too right."

"oh my god jisung, just how broke are you?"

"i'm not broke i'm just trying to save up for these nice ass headphones and i just wanted to ask you to break our little you pay and i tip streak so i can keep a little extra cash so i can hear porn in HD audio."

"okay, okay, just stop talking, gosh. what is up with you today." the server comes back and i scribble in the tip and total before looking at jisung signaling to him to get up.

"nothin.'' he smiles at me as he scoots out from the booth grabbing his bag. "so now that you know that pretty guy isn't available will you FINALLY hit up chan. he has been asking about you." we are walking out of the restaurant now. standing out on the side walk beside the main road. there is traffic tonight downtown, like always. the older people are making their way out of the restaurants, and closing their tabs at bars. the bouncers are going to come out soon, ready to take only the obviously fake ids, and i can imagine a few hours from now the barely dressed girls on the backs of guys they met dancing stumbling down the concrete, or the older college kids playing pool instead of getting wasted.

"i guess now i will."

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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it’s always been you.

mingi x reader; friends to lovers au

word count: 10k

fluff, smut

kim hongjoong was not only the first boy you ever had a crush on, but your first bully. you remember your palms sweating and cheeks warming when the teacher assigned you the seat right in front of him. you were excited by the small and scrawny boy who exuded such natural confidence, a powerful energy surrounding him despite only being in second grade.

and apparently, you were able to sense that. or maybe it was something twisted preparing you for the journey of boys who would go on to mistreat you. because it only took 30 minutes for him to start pulling your hair, the strands resting on the top of his desk repeatedly knocking into his pencil and causing it to roll down the flat surface.

you had noticed the slight pinches and pulls but felt too scared to turn around, your tiny body and heart far too nervous to confront the boy even though he was pulling at your scalp.

every time you felt it, your eyes shot to your best friend mingi who was sat across the room.

you and him have always been attached at the hip, the children of best friend's and neighbors who made you guys do everything together since the day you were born. and it was lucky that you genuinely liked him, that you didn't just put up with his company because your parents forced you to; but truthfully, you really don't know how anyone couldn't like him. because he wasn't only one of the funniest people in your life but he was kind when it mattered most.

sure, his laugh was a little too loud and he could be clingy and sometimes he took his jokes too far. but he was always quick to throw his arms around you, squeeze you into a hug and keep you in his embrace until you accepted his sorrowful, whiny apology.

"he keeps pulling my hair," you whispered to him at lunch, ripping your peanut butter and jelly sandwich down the middle.

"what?" mingi laughs out slightly, keeping his voice quiet as he rips his ham and cheese sandwich. "did you ask him why?

"no," you squeak out, shaking your head as you take your designated half of his sandwich.

you two have been doing this since you started kindergarten, one day deciding to split your sandwiches down the middle and swap; you still firmly believe that it was because mingi was bitter over the tuna sandwich his mom had packed him meanwhile you had had a grilled cheese.

but regardless, it's something that had stuck. something that you two don't even think about anymore and just do on autopilot.

"why not?" mingi asks.

another reason your friendship worked was because whereas you've always been on the shyer, quiter side, mingi was outgoing and lively. he was able to talk to anybody, even the older kids in gym class or at recess, without a hint of nervousness or apprehension. and apparently, he was able to talk to hongjoong as well, in no way affected by the small boy passing your table who you found so intimidating.

"hey! hongjoong!"

your eyes widen, nervousness quickly morphing into anger when your best friend opens his fat mouth. you smack his arm lightly, a tiny, embarrassed squeal leaving you. "what are you doing?"

the smaller boy sends him a slightly confused smile and wave before walking passed to sit at another table. mingi looks at you with an innocent smile before a loud cackle leaves his mouth.

"you look so scared," he teases, poking your warm, pink cheek. "like the time you peed your pants on halloween."

"i did not!" you whine to him, quickly forgetting about hongjoong before eyeing mingi's juice box mischievously and snatching it away. "but you did."

your best friend's loud yelp and your giggle catch the attention of the lunch monitor, the older woman stomping over to the both of you with her arms crossed. needless to say, you two spend recess inside that day, the wet, juice stain on mingi's pants occasionally making the both of you giggle.

it takes three more days of hair pulling from hongjoong to finally get you to whip your head around at the small boy, eyes wide as you look at him.

"what?" he huffs out after a few seconds of you just staring at him.

"why are you pulling my hair?" you ask, wishing your voice didn't sound so mousy and weak.

"i'm not," he spits out, looking over your nervous, blushing face. "why is your face all red?"

"it's not," you squeak back as you shake your head, quickly turning back around as your gaze instinctively moves to mingi. he catches the exact second your face morphs into one of pain, face crumbling and a yelp of "ow!" booming through the classroom when a harsh tug stings at your scalp.

big and fast for his age, mingi is over to the desk before the teacher can make it, staring down threateningly at hongjoong who wears an equally pissed off scowl.

"don't pull her hair!"

"she's so annoying," hongjoong whines, "her long, stupid hair is always all over my desk and it won't stop knocking into my pencil!"

"that doesn't mean you have to hurt her!"

hongjoong scoffs at the tall boy standing over him and yelling, throwing you a dirty look that has mingi cleching his small fists; he doesn't like when people are mean to any of his friends but especially you.

"she's just a baby," hongjoong spits, "it wasn't even hard."

"shut up!" mingi says just as you grumble "yes it was!"

"you shut up! why are you even yelling at me?" the smaller boy asks, "is she your girlfriend?"

"no! she's my best friend, you idiot!"

the teacher finally rushes over and seperates the boys, bringing them out into the hallway. you smile with watery eyes as you hear mingi's booming voice defending you, hongjoong's higher pitched whines frequently cut off by the boy.

he stomps back in a few minutes later, his eyes meeting yours and softening when you send a smile his way. and when school gets out at 3:00, you both sit on the swings where you tell him maybe you don't have a crush on hongjoong anymore.

jung wooyoung was the new boy in 5th grade. all of the girls had fawned over him the second he walked through the door, smacking each other lightly and giggling into one another as he introduced himself; and perhaps you were one of them.

because when your teacher asked you to be the new student's tour guide/buddy for the week, you hadn't really known what to expect. but then in he walked, all friendly and bubbly with his high-pitched voice bringing a smile to your face.

you introduced yourself five minutes before lunch, going up to him to explain that you were his arranged buddy for the week.

"oh, okay!" he chirped happily, "i'm wooyoung...but i guess you already knew that."

you giggle softly, nodding your head as you take out your purple lunchbox. "i'm y/n. do you...do you wanna sit with me at lunch? you could meet my friend mingi, too."

"sure," he said happily, his wide smile causing juenvile butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

"alright, cool!"

"cool."

you smile shyly before leading the way to the cafeteria, explaining to him all about the time periods, what hot lunches were best and how there were two other classes in your grade.

you spot mingi at your usual table, sending him a wave as he looks at you and the unknown boy with a mysterious look.

"mingi! this is the new student, wooyoung. wooyoung, this is my best friend mingi."

"hey," the boy said, smiling and waving at the boy.

"hi," mingi said back, nodding his head at him. "so y/n is your tour guide for the week?"

"yeah," wooyoung says, "she's been great so far."

"just wait, she still gets lost around this school."

you roll your eyes and scoff at your friend, smacking his arm lightly before plopping down in the seat next to him and chatting more with wooyoung. you had gotten better at talking to people as you got older but still struggled sometimes, feeling anxious when there was even the briefest of pauses in coversation.

but mingi was quick to fill it, asking wooyoung all about sports he liked and video games he's played. you hit the boy when he exposes your lack of athletic ability, laughing with wooyoung as he tells him about the time you almost knocked yourself out with a basketball.

but apparently, mingi's friendliness was a little insincere. because when you were sat on your living room floor doing homework a few days later, he confessed to you that he was a little bit...suspicious of wooyoung.

"really, mingi?" you laugh out, "because he's too nice? you sound crazy."

"i'm telling you, y/n," he insists, peeking at your math homework and erasing it upon seeing you had the wrong answer. "there's something up."

"leave my work alone!" you yelp, smacking the pencil out of his hand before you shake your head at him. "and leave wooyoung alone, too, he's a nice boy."

"it's suspicous, y/n," he grumbles, "i don't trust him."

but it only causes you to roll your eyes because nothing the boy did gave any indication he was less than genuine. and it's something you remind mingi of a week later, after consistently sitting with wooyoung at lunch and getting to know him in class.

"remember when you were like 'oh no, he's way too nice, i don't trust him, blah blah blah,'" you mimic, doing a lousy imitation of his voice. he throws a stray chip at you, watching as you attempt to catch it in your mouth and chuckling when you miss it.

"just wait, y/n," mingi says warningly, narrowing his eyes at you. "just you wait."

something about his tone causes you to raise an eyebrow, turning your head to the side before you mouth falls open.

"oh, my gosh!" you squeal, "are you... jealous?" you've never seen the boy's cheeks turn as red as they did upon you saying that.

"jealous?" he yelps, "no! of course not! what the hell would i be jealous of?"

"you don't want him to replace your spot as my best friend!" you reply adamantly, the giggle bubbling out of you causing your head to tilt back. "oh, my gosh, i totally get it now."

"now you're the one sounding crazy," mingi grumbles, shaking his head as he feels his cheeks continue to grow warm.

but you can only giggle again, crawling over to the boy with a teasing smile. "you don't have to worry, mingi," you tell him, pinching his cheek lightly, "you'll always be my best friend."

"i wasn't worried," he says dryly, pushing your shoulder lightly as you fall back with a squeal. "because who else would put up with you?"

"i'm sure wooyoung would," you tease, sticking your tongue out and smiling when you see an annoyed expression cover his face.

"just kidding!"

and thank god you said that. because you would've ended up looking like quite the fool. you walked into class monday morning excited to talk to your new friend, ask him all about his weekend and tell him about the new board game you got.

but the second you spotted him, you saw him talking to hongjoong, the boy you still haven't quite forgiven for his second grade antics. but you didn't think too much of it, shrugging it off and making your way to your seat to talk to the small group of girls you're close to.

but then when you went to get your lunch, you saw him come up next to you and brightly smiled at him.

"hi wooyoung! are you ready for lunch?

"hey, y/n," he said quietly. you noticed the solemn look on his face and furrowed your eyebrows, not used to seeing him lacking a bright smile or lit up eyes.

"are you okay?"

he looks back at hongjoong and the rest of the boys who are standing around the his desk awaitingly before turning back to you.

"yeah, i'm good," he says, "i just....i wanted to tell you i'm gonna sit with hongjoong at lunch today." your eyes filter across the room to see the group of boys now staring at both of you.

oh," you say, feeling just a little disheartened; you felt excited to talk to him after the weekend, gaining quite a soft spot for the boy after these past two weeks of becoming friends.

"i'm sorry," he winces, "they asked me before and i don't wanna-"

"it's okay," you giggle out suddenly, feeling silly for feeling upset in the first place. he's new and doesn't know anybody, obviously he was gonna be making more friends. "maybe we'll talk tomorrow?"

and you should've known by the half-hearted way he nodded at you that you wouldn't. that everytime you walked into the classroom and looked at him, only a small smile would be sent your way. that he now got his lunch before the teacher announced lunch time, successfully avoiding you and the need to have a conversation.

"i just don't get it," you mumble to mingi a few days later in the cafeteria. "why doesn't he wanna be friends anymore?"

mingi's cold gaze travels to wooyoung who has now seemed to become a permanent member of hongjoong's clan, narrowing his eyes at the boy in question when their eyes meet.

"i don't know," mingi mumbles, "boys are stupid."

you shake your head as a small giggle leaves your mouth at his comment. "but you're a boy, mingi."

"exactly, that's how i know," he teases, ripping his sandwich before assessing both halves. "here."

you try to hide your smile when you notice he's holding out the bigger piece, thanking him quietly and your fingers graze lightly as you take it. you munch on a few bites in a comfortable silence, the noisy chatter of other students surrounding both of you until mingi blurts out:

"you'll always be my best friend, too, y/n."

a wide smile covers your face immediately, the tugging feeling in your chest something you're still quite too young and naive to understand. but anyone around you can see it, the way your smiles brighten and eyes twinkle when you look at each other.

"i know, mingi," you say softly, hitting his foot with yours lightly under the table and giggling when he does it back. "because who else would put up with you?"

choi jongho was the youngest boy you ever had a crush on, noticing the cute sixth-grader at recess while you and your seventh-grade friends sat on the steps and watched.

"do you guys think he's cute?" one of your friends asked curiously; she had been watching the boys play kickball for the past 20 minutes.

"who? that sixth-grader?" your other friend said, eyeing the girl next to her like she just asked if she'd eat dirt.

"yeah," she says with shrug.

"that's so gross of you, why would you even care about a stupid sixth-grader."

you resist the urge to snort at her, watching as the boy kicks the ball and makes it go flying. he quickly makes his way around all the bases, his team cheering when he dramatically slides back to home.

"you know, that was just us last year," you point out to her, removing your gaze from the boy and looking at her face still full of distaste.

"oh god. so what, you think he's cute, too?"

"i mean, i guess..." you say, eyeing your other friend who gives you an affirming nod as you resist the urge to giggle.

and then your crush is basically confirmed by the next day at the end of recess. because the girls had been able to snag the last kickball, happily running to the field before you heard a male voice speak behind you.

"do you mind if we join you guys?" the voice says cooly and calmly, "maybe boys versus girls?"

you turn around to see him and he was even cuter up close, not too much taller than you but definietly bigger for his age. you can only find it in yourself to stupidily nod before attempting to snap yourself out of it.

"su-sure! let's go!"

mingi watches the field from his spot on the monkey bars where he consistently spends his time. you couldn't pay him enough money to play tag or chase a ball around, much preferring to chat with his friend while lounging in the sun.

he watches you with a smirk as you try your best to play, because he knows you really are trying. but once you miss the ball not only once but twice and then start hobbling your way over to the base, he bursts into laughter.

his eyes squint to see you in the distance looking over at the boy guarding first base. he's able to tell immediately that you like him, your shy smile and the way you quickly look away when he feels your obvious stare a dead give away.

"don't tell me you like that little sixth-grader," is the first thing mingi says to you as you guys line up to go back inside.

"what! who!" you yelp out, looking at your friend with a confused expression. but he knows you're feigning it, knows you know exactly who he's talking about.

"hey, you," mingi says to your friend who stood a few feet away from you. "who was the boy guarding first base?"

"the cute sixth-grader?" she says, a small huff leaving your mouth because now you know you're busted. "i think his name is jongho."

"jongho," mingi says as he turns to you. "please don't tell me you like jongho."

"oh, just shut up!" you say, pushing him forward as the line starts moving. his laugh rings through the fleeting outside air, shaking his head as turns around to start walking backwards.

"a younger boy?" mingi teases as he looks down at you, "c'mon, now, y/n."

"what's wrong with sixth-graders?!" you squeal, "we were in sixth-grade literally three months ago!"

"okay but now we're in seventh-grade," he says and a part of you hopes he stumbles over his feet, just a little. "you can't be crushing on little boys."

"i only see one little boy here," you spit, squinting your eyes at him and disregarding the fact that this boy has towered over you since the age of one.

"yeah, right," he quips with a roll of his eyes, turning around and laughing when he feels you smack his back lightly.

mingi and your friends tease you about your little crush on jongho for weeks, in disbelief that you'd even give the boy the time of day. but it's not like you even talk to him that much, only words in passing on the kickball field and at recess.

which is why it's incredibly embarrassing when your friend, in an effort to tease you, asks jongho to help you practice your kicking technique, insisting you need the extra assistance but are too shy to ask on your own.

"sure," he says with a shrug of his shoulders but your reddening cheeks and sweaty palms were hoping he'd say differently.

"no!" you squeak, "please, you don't have to! that's not-"

"it's fine," he chuckles out as he stands next to you. he makes your friend roll the ball to him, instructing you on the proper way to time it and then how to apply the right amount of strength.

mingi had noticed from his spot on the monkey bars and immediately had to jump down and make his way over; a front row seat to watching you interact with a boy you liked was something he couldn't miss.

"i noticed you seem to look scared of the ball," the boy says to you, a small grin on his face. "but there's no reason to be."

"i know.... but sometimes it just looks...fast," you say sheepishly and he chuckles at the shyness in your tone. the boy's about to respond when your friend, whose really not been acting like a good one lately, squeals about what a cute couple you'd make.

your face pales as you look at her with wide eyes, gaze nervously switching between her and the slightly stiff boy next to you.

"uhh..." jongho mutters, side-eyeing you before looking at your friend.

"what, you don't think?" she squeaks with a turn of her head and it causes mingi's blood to boil; he's never liked her and now he knows he's had good reason.

yours and jongho's discomfort is obvious, shoulders squared and eyes flickering nervously.

"uh...aren't you guys older than me?" he asks quietly. "that'd be kind of...weird."

your face flames even more, pressing your lips together into a tight line so you don't scream at her or start crying. but then you feel a familiar presence at your side, mingi's tall figure wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"more weird than a girl wearing a tank top over a long-sleeved shirt?" mingi quips, eyeing your friend's questionable outfit as her face twistes into one of shock and annoyance. "i don't think so."

jongho bursts out laughing, snorting into his hand before the familiar blow of a whistle rings through the air. "i'll see you guys tomorrow!" he says, turning to wave at you before making his way towards the buliding.

mingi and your friend have a bit of a staredown, your own hurt gaze roaming over your friend before the tall boy next to you speaks.

"let's go, y/n," he says, keeping his arm tight around you as he drags you off the field. you turn your head slightly to groan into him in embarrassment, his soft chuckle right below your ear.

"don't say a word."

"wasn't planning on it, grandma," he teases, fully accepting the hard slap that lands on his stomach.

kang yeosang was the first boy you "talked" to, the exciting but nervewrecking feeling of texting a boy into the night while claiming not to be tired at all. because you just don't wanna stop talking to him, giggling to yourself when he sends you a string of playful emojis and then squealing at the message that just pinged through.

but it's quickly cut off by mingi's whines.

"can you shut up already and stop texting him?" he rolls over in his sleeping bag, staring at you through sleepy eyes. he knew ninth grade was gonna bring dating and romance but he had no idea it'd be so damn annoying and start impacting his sleep at your friday night slumber parties.

"he asked me on a date!"

"at 1:00 in the morning?" he asks grouchily, voice deep from tiredness.

"no, silly," you say, rolling over to ruffle is bedhead. "for tomorrow night. we're gonna meet at the movie theater."

mingi hums lowly, a sinking feeling in his stomach already. and it's like you can feel it yourself, groaning lightly when you see his face.

"what?"

"nothing," he says, "he's just kind of douchey."

"you have no right to judge with some of the girls you associate with," you retort, wanting to roll your eyes and scoff just thinking about the little clan that surrounds mingi after basketball games or before class.

"i know, the one i'm with right now is dreadful," he says, smirking when you narrow your eyes at him. "kidding."

your phone pings with two more vibrations and mingi lets out a groan, rolling his eyes when he sees you quickly reach for your phone. your face flushes looking at his teasing expression, sticking your tongue out again before flipping over on your blanket.

"mind your business!"

when you and mingi wake the next morning, he attempts to calm your nerves. talking you off the ledge multiple times from telling yeosang you've fallen horribly ill or have to go visit your great aunt.

"why would you even say great aunt? why just not like...an okay aunt? a good aunt, even. but great?" mingi questions as he's laid out on your bed, watching you flip through the clothes in your closet.

and despite the nervosness fluttering through your stomach, you find yourself able to laugh at your friend, turning around to shake your head at him.

"you're so dumb."

"and so are you for being nervous," he says, getting up and walking over to you. "it's gonna be fine."

you lick at your dry lips, looking up at him with wide eyes. "how do you know? what if i don't know what to say and we lapse into an awkward silence? what if i fall asleep during the movie? oh, my god or what if i burp when we drink from our shared soda?"

"oooh, a shared soda?" mingi teases, "one straw or two?"

your lips turn into a pout at him making fun of you, craning your neck to the side and resisting the overwhelming urge to stomp on his foot with yours.

"don't do it," he says warningly, eyes dropping to your sock-covered feet causing a small smirk to cross your face.

"how did you even know," you mumble before turining back to your closet with a groan. "oh, my god i have no clothes. i can't go. i'm not going."

"you can and you will," mingi says, getting up and guiding you over to the bed by your shoulders. he commands for you to sit before rifling through your closet, picking out two different shirts and laying them out next to you.

"those are nice. pick between one of those and then like jeans or something," mingi says, "i'm going to raid your fridge and when i'm back, you better be dressed."

"get me some water, please!" you yell after him, smiling when throws a mock dirty look your way. you look over the two shirts mingi laid out, trying them both on before choosing one and pairing it with boots and a long necklace.

"and before you ask, i put in six ice cubes the way you always-"

mingi's loud voice halts when he walks back in your room, his mouth nearly falling open. you hadn't even done anything to your hair or face yet but the outfit clings to you in ways only puberty could cause, his eyes widening as they roam over you.

"what?" you squeak, quickly turning to the mirror to assess yourself. "do i look bad"?

"no," he's quick to assure, placing the glass of water on your dresser and making his way over to you. "you look like...." your eyes meet in the mirror and you raise your eyebrow at him, "a girl."

you spin around, a scoff leaving your mouth as you push him by the shoulder. "i've always been a girl, asshole!"

"i know," he laughs out, doing his best to keep his eyes on your face. "but now you really look like one."

"oh, my gosh are you... you're a pervert!" you squeal, hitting his chest multiple times and leading him towards the door. "i'm kicking you out! no pervs allowed!"

"i'm not!" he whines, "i swear i'm not. i was just saying."

"i'll see you tomorrow, pervert!"

but you end up seeing him just a few hours later. because you walked to the theater only a few blocks away around 6:45 since yeosang told you the movie started at 7:15.

7:15 came and went, your head popping up everytime you heard the ding of the door opening. but it was never him. not when it happened at 7:20 or 7:30 or even 8:00. you were on the verge of tears, the pit in your stomach growing as more time passes. you're there for a full hour before you accept that he's not coming, not a single text back from him after sending him five and calling three times.

the cold air stings your watery eyes on the way home, hands shaking and mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. why would he stand you up? did he intend to from the start or did something maybe come up? you felt more embarrassed than anything else, standing in that theater watching couples come and go while the workers looked at you grasp your phone with sympathy.

you stomp up the stairs and straight to your room, slamming your door and throwing back on your pajamas. you keep your face in the pillow for so long you can't believe you don't suffocate, not allowing the tears fall for that stupid boy.

your hands start itching to text mingi and you scramble for your phone, typing out a frowny face to him.

‘what happened?’ he texts back a minute later ‘is the movie that bad?’

‘i don't know, he never showed up’

your door bursts open five minutes later, two plastic bags in mingi's hands with a dark, anger expression on his face.

"i knew he was a douche," the boy growls, plopping the bags on your dresser before walking over to sit on your bed. "are you okay?"

his face crumbles when he sees your lips form into a pout, tears welling up in your eyes and he's quick to take you in his arms. you sit there and listen to his mumbles assuring how how much yeosang missed out, how he's just some random loser who didn't deserve to go on a date with you in the first place.

netiher of you comment on your tears, the wetness soaking through his shirt as you silently cry into him. he eventually leans you both back on the headboard, his arm around you as your head rests on his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," you wince, rubbing over the wet spot on his shirt.

"it's okay, a little snot won't hurt me."

"there's no snot," you grumble lowly, the whine in your voice causing him to chuckle.

he reluntanctly pulls himself away from you, gathering up the snacks he bought and bringing them over to your bed. and that's how you spend the rest of the night, cuddled into his shoulder watching a marathon of movies completely forgetting about the boy who made you cry.

choi san was the boy you had a two-month summer romance with. you think you loved him as much as a 15-year-old could love somebody, spending your days by his side on the beach or at the pool.

he wasn't only one of the most beautiful boys you'd ever seen, he was sweet. so sweet almost to the point where you didn't believe that he was real at first.

you had been laid out on your pink beach towel, nearly asleep in the blazing summer sun when a volleyball bounced right off your head. your first instinct was to yelp, your hand flying to your head and quickly shooting up to see where it had come from.

and there he stood, concerned eyes looking over your figure.

"i'm so sorry!" his voice franticaly apologized, "apparently i'm really out of practice and shouldn't be playing around the general public. i can take you to the first-aid office if you-"

"it's okay, i'm fine," you giggle at his rambling, stretching out your foot to drag the ball closer to you. "here. get some more practice."

his melodic laugh echos throughout the beach as he thanks you with a smile; you immediately notice his dimples and your own smile widens because that is the cutest thing you’ve ever. and he's about to turn around and walk away when he looks you over again, pursing his lips to the side before inviting you to play and help him practice.

"you just wanna make sure i'm not concussed," you tease, his bright smile aimed right at you the first of many that summer. it was all pure and innocent, arms and hands knocking into one another as you walk down the beach, always sitting side by side at weekend bonfires, his arms gripping your waist as you fall off the board during your surfing lessons.

he asks you the night he pecks your cheek if the boy you always talk about is your boyfriend. and you throw your head back in laughter like it was the funniest thing you ever heard because

"mingi?" you squealed, "no way! he's been my best friend since i was little. it's... not like that between us."

because when you got home from your nights out with san and his friends, you told mingi all about him. how you'd never met a boy that was just as cute as he was nice and, given your track record, mingi was reluctant at first. but then the more you talked about him, even briefly allowing them to meet over facetime, he got the best friend seal of approval.

the last week of your vacation was packed into time with san, the both of you trying to spend the last few days of your vacation together; mingi also had refused to video chat you, insisting he had a surprise for you when you got back.

so with a tearful departure and an exchange of phone numbers, you said goodbye to san. you guys promised each other to keep in contact, leave your relationship as just friends and see what happens within the next few months of texting.

and while a part of you was sad to leave behind his dimply smile and the hot sun, another part of you was overwhelmingly excited to see mingi now; you think this is the longest you've ever been apart. so the second you get home, you drop your stuff on the front porch and run to his house, banging on his door rapidly.

and when it opens, an audible gasp leaves your mouth. because there mingi stands, his tall handsome self even more handsome with sunkissed skin and a head full of red, wavy hair.

"your hair!" you squeal, jumping up to throw your arms around his neck; a deep chuckle leaves his mouth as he picks you up in a hug and you're trying to remember if it always sounded like that.

"you like it?" he mumbles as he places you down, "i was so damn bored without you."

“i love it!” you squeak, lifting your hand up to ruffle his soft hair. he narrows his eyes playfully, moving his head away before dragging you into his house by your pointer finger.

you two lay out on his bed, your feet by his head and your head by his feet as you catch up on what you both did during your time apart. he tells you about the drama-filled house parties you missed, how a group of juniors crashed it and then successfully checked off mingi getting french kissed.

“you’re lying!” you laugh out, “you are lying to me.”

“i wish i was, y/n,” he says, the honest pain and terror evident in his voice as he relives the memory. “it was like she was trying to get me to inhale and digest it.”

your loud giggle booms through his room as you lean up on your elbows to look at him, leaned back against the headboard as he wears a tortured expression. but even with it, you can see why the girl’s were attacking him this summer.

because between his new hair and basketball workout routinue paying off, he is straying quickly from his nerdy, gangly teen self; your eyes can’t help but notice how broad his shoulders have also gotten.

“are you checking me out, y/n?” he asks, not being able to help the smirk that crosses his face.

“shut up,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes, trying your very hardest to pretend you weren’t. “you think because one girl tongues you, you’re hot shit now.”

“when did i say it was only one?” he quips. you shake your head, kicking him lightly in the stomach and causing him to snort. you hear your phone vibrate across the room, craning your head back before mingi suggests going to ice cream place in your town that’s only opened seasonly.

“oh, my gosh, please! i totally forgot about that!” you say, jumping up from his bed and tugging him out. “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

you run over to check your phone, seeing two messages from san; you quickly respond to him asking if you made it home safe, sending him a confirmation with a purple heart before rushing out with mingi.

and that’s how it goes for the remaining weeks of summer. you and san sporadically texting before you run off to go in mingi’s pool or walk to the ice cream shop with him. you and san were able to talk on the phone one night jut for you to fall asleep ten minutes in, since mingi had woken you up bright and early to get breakfast.

by the time school starts, your texts with san fizzles out. both of you free at different times, you distracted by plans with mingi or san preoccupied with family functions. and two weeks ago, you would’ve thought that you’d be sad about that, not seeing his name pop up with a good morning or night text.

but it’s like the second you were reunited with mingi, you just wanted to spend all your time catching up with him.

jeong yunho was your first boyfriend, one of the happiest and sweetest people you’d ever come to know. you guys had been on three dinner dates, one more perfect than the next, before he nervously fumbled over his words and asked you to be his girlfriend.

your time with him had been ten months of bliss, soft kisses and gentle words from the boy you never once saw without a smile or heard raise his voice. you knew anyone would be lucky to have a boyfriend like him.

because on days you were sad or stressed with schoolwork, he would bring you your favorite snacks and let you fall asleep on his chest. when you were having a problem with something, he sat down and quietly listened before kindly offering his advice. when your relationship had started to get more sexual in nature, he was so slow with you.

pulling back from your lips and asking if you were sure it was okay to take off your shirt, slowly trailing his lips down your body and looking up at your eyes every so often to make sure you were okay with going past making out, insisting that you didn’t have to return the favor after he made you come on his tongue.

tonight, you were on a double date: you, yunho, mingi and his newest fling, a girl a year younger than you guys. the two boys had become incredibly close within the past months, sometimes you’d even come home to see them hanging out without you; but it made you happy, it felt good knowing your best friend and your boyfriend liked each other.

and mingi’s girl was actually really cool and sweet, she was a lot more friendly than the other girls he usually hangs out with. they’d been talking for about four months now and you both have become quite close of friends, sneaking off into the bathroom as girls do during these types of things.

“you and yunho really are so cute,” she says softly. “i know you guys were holding hands under the table.”

a small, embarrassed giggle leaves your mouth as your hands fly up to your cheeks. “stop!”

“better than mingi!” she says, “cheeky fuck was trying to finger me under the-”

“oh, my god!” you squeal, slapping your hands over your ears immediately. “stop it! he was not!”

“he was!” she squeals, her own embarrassed laugh leaving her now seeing your cheeks redden. “he’s so crazy.”

“oh, my god yunho would’ve died,” you tell her, “he’s so shy with stuff like that.”

“have you guys...”

you shake your head; you guys had covered most of the bases already, clumsy hands and muffled moans under his blanket or in your elbow. but you guys always got interrupted before anything could happen, whether it be by parents or phone calls. but it also seemed as if yunho was...apprehensive, almost overly concerned that you’d regret it or not want too.

“well i can’t imagine why,” she says, drying off her hands with a paper towel, “he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.”

for the reminder of dinner, you brain is wracking over the conversation from the bathroom. you’re not saying you wish yunho would try to do the shit your crazy best friend tries but you’ve been...more than ready to take the next step for the past few weeks now.

so after you guys depart and go back to yunho’s empty house, you make sure to tell him.

“are-are you sure?” the boy asks, “i told you i don’t mind wait-”

“no more waiting,” you say, leading him into his room and kicking the door shut with your foot. you’re about to kiss him, tug him down by the front of his shirt to meet your lips when you ask. “unless... do you want to wait?”

you giggle against his lips when he mumbles “no way,” your mouths connecting and your tongue slipping into his mouth. you fumble over to the bed, clothes littering the floor before your hands and mouths explore each other’s bodies. you moan out when his long fingers toy at your clit and enter you slowly, wriggling your hips toward him in an effort to make them go deeper.

“more, yunho,” you mumble breathily, “please.”

he responds with a kiss to your lips, his finger sliding in deeper and then adding another one when you ask him. after you come you lie on your back in bliss and wait for him to enter you, little whines leaving your mouth as you lay there wet and ready.

and you have to imagine this first experience went as good as any first time, his large length entering you and your tightness adjusting around him until he’s able to pick up his pace. it’s a nice feeling, you certainly wouldn’t call it bad, but it also didn’t feel as mind-blowing as its claimed to be.

yunho thinks otherwise though, thrusting into you with a final loud moan before rolling over and onto his back. and because he’s him, he’s quick to clean you up and guide to his chest. his hand runs over your hand soothingly, his touch as sweet as him and you can’t help but smile against his warm skin.

“wait, you’re really complaining that he’s too nice, y/n?” mingi asks a month later in disbelief, “am i actually hearing this right?”

“you don’t get it,” you say, slapping your hands on his counter in frustration. because you know it sounds like an absurd complaint to have about your boyfriend but... “we’ve almost been dating for a year and we’ve never had a single fight. he never disagrees with me, it’s almost like he just...agrees on everything with me to avoid a fight.”

mingi’s lips purse to the side in thought, cutting his sandwich down the middle; he had noticed that actually, how you mostly led the conversations and opinions. which he always found ironic, given that you’re typically the more shy and timid individual.

“i mean, that is a little odd...” your friend agrees but you see the reluctance on his face. “but c’mon, it could be worse. he could be a dick.”

“i know,” you squeak, snatching the other half of his sandwich off his plate and taking a bite despite his groans of protest. “but like...i don’t know, it’s just a little frustrating. like boring?”

“hm,” he hums, a smirk crossing his face before he looks at you. “sounds like you’re frustrated about something else as well.”

your eyebrows furrow together at the boy, shaking your head at him despite the fact that he’s spot on. “okay, mr exhibitionist, not everything is about that.”

a snort leaves him as he rolls his eyes. “apparently it is, mrs. i wanna be choked.”

“i never said that!” you squeak, a deep red blush rushing to your cheeks that only makes him laugh harder.

“i’m kidding,” he says, “but really. if you’re not happy with him, you should tell him.”

“i know,” you sigh, “but it doesn’t seem right. because he doesn’t do anything wrong. that seems very...i don’t know, selfish.”

“it’d more selfish to not tell him, i think. to just lead him on into thinking you’re okay with everything.”

you eyebrow raises at his comment, surprised by his slightly insightful comment. “you just want what’s best for your new best friend,” you playfully whine.

“new?” he asks, reaching out to bop the tip of your nose. “i’ve known you forever, y/n.” a small, shy smile crosses your face because there’s always something about him calling you his best friend that makes your heart tug.

and because your best friend was right, you sit down and talk with yunho a few days later. you tell him about your concerns and he tells you about his and you end up coming to the conclusion that perhaps you’re better as friends instead of significant others.

mingi comes over that night ready to mend a hurt heart, because break-ups no matter how amicable, are hard. but he’s happy to discover you’re okay and the two of you have a sleepover like old times. except this time, you share your bed and somehow end up falling asleep with his arms around your waist.

park seonghwa was merely a test, a known ‘badboy’ player at your high school who hasn’t had a serious girlfriend a day in his life. you figured he’d be a good test since as of lately, your mind has been...overflooded by thoughts of your best friend. thoughts you absoluetely shouldn’t be having.

because now you don’t only seek out his touches, playful grabs of your waist when you and your friends play manhunt or needing to have skin on skin contact during move nights, but it’s gone deeper.

waking up from a dream in a cold sweat and an ache between your legs. the sounds of his deep voice in your mind, flashes of his broad shoulders and wavy red hair and plump lips that you just want between your-

“seonghwa,” you moan, gripping his hair tightly as his head is buried between your legs.

the boy made it very clear: only call him when you wanna get off and he’ll do the same. and it made for quite a convenient arrangement during these past few weeks, waking up every few days from another sexually explicit dream of your very familiar neighbor; it also didn’t hurt that he had quite the skilled tongue.

“moving you,” is all he says as a warning, flipping over to lay on his back before guiding your hips back to his face. you quickly get the hint and start to lick him up and down, slipping him in your mouth and bobbing your head up and down.

the room is full of muffled moans and chokes, pressing back further onto his face as he bucks his cock further into your mouth until you both come with a loud cries.

you flip over onto your own back, catching your breath before sitting up in his bed. “always a pleasure, mr park,” you say playfully causing him to snort.

“that’s the forth time this week, y/n,” he hums, “what has you so pent up?”

you turn your head to look at him and he recognizes the look on your face all too well, a smirk crossing his face.

“or should i ask who?”

your mouth drops open slightly, eyes roaming his face because how the hell does he know?

“i’m frequently used for unrequited love,” he says lowly, throwing a wink your way. “so is it an ex or a friend’s boyfriend?”

“my best friend,” you sigh out after a few moments, throwing your naked body back down on the bed and rubbing your hands over your face. “i never thought of him this way and now all the sudden i’m...”

you end up telling seonghwa all about your friendship with mingi, explaining to him how long you’ve known him and how close you’ve always been before you noticed it morphing into something very different. because the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how quickly you’d forget or drop other boys because of him. how you were always comforted best by him, how you sought him out in times of distress or excitment and felt most comfortable with just you and him.

seonghwa hums thoughtfully at this information, taking it all in before nodding his head. he only utters a cryptic “interesting,” before tugging on his boxers and asking if you wanna get food.

you do the same thing next week with him, work up an appetite in the form of exhausting sex that numbs your mind until you both get food at the only late night diner open in town. and for a relationship based solely off sex, you and seonghwa find it easy to talk. it’s light-hearted conversation, picking fun at teachers and students you mutually dislike until your plates are polished off and you leave cash on the table.

seonghwa opens the door for you to leave just as mingi walks in with a group of boys, smiling at your friend who meets yours gaze.

“isn’t it past your bedtime?” he quips, ruffling the top of your hair.

“oh, shut up,” you spit, sticking your tongue out and poking his chest lightly. seonghwa watches the exchange with a smirk, mingi’s eyes catching his gaze.

“hi, seonghwa.”

“hey.”

mingi has heard far too much about seonghwa’s reputation, expressing his concerns to you over and over about the boy. but you insisted you knew what you were getting into and that appears evident before his very eyes, seeing as how seonghwa’s arm has snaked itself tightly around your waist.

there’s a few moments of awkward silence and you bite your lip in confusion, squinting your eyes at the harsh expression on mingi’s face.

“can i meet you at the car?” you ask, turning to look up at seonghwa. “i have to talk to him about something.”

“sure,” he says, smirking down at you before squeezing your hip. “but don’t make me wait too long.”

when the sound of the door shuts, you look up to see mingi’s eyes following seonghwa’s departing figure.

“hey,” you say, standing up on your tippy toes in hopes to block his view. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t like him,” he grumbles lowly and you let out a small groan.

“mingi...”

“he’s not good, y/n,” he says, taking a step closer to you, “especially for you.”

“oh? and why’s that?” you ask, turning your head to the side as you raised your eyebrow at him playfully.

“he just... isn’t,” he grunts out deeply, your eyes widening slightly at his tone.

“i know what i’m doing, mingi,” you say, poking his chest lightly. “it’s the same thing that you do.”

because you’ve seen how many different girls he’s had flings with, how he’s exactly the same as seonghwa in the sense that he’s never had a real girlfriend.

“that’s how i know he’s not good for you, you deserve more than that.”

you smile softly at the boy, lifting your hand to rake your fingers through his fluffy hair. “it was my idea to start with him,” you hum lowly, “don’t worry, okay? i’ll see you tomrrow, yeah?”

his eyes roam over your face, feeling your heart contrict when he meets your gaze. you’ve watched him grow over the years but his eyes have always been the same, brown and soft as they look right into you.

“you’ve had a lot of dumb ideas but that’s probably been your worst.”

you let out a small giggle, poking his cheek lightly before turning around. “enjoy your pancakes!” you say over your shoulder, giving him a knowing wink that has a smirk pulling at his lips.

when you plop down in seonghwa’s passenger seat, he looks over at you with a shit eating grin on his handsome face.

“what?” you squeak out, pulling your eyebrows together at his expression.

“you guys are both dumb,” he laughs out, shaking his head.

“what do you mean?!” you yelp, refraining from hitting his arm.

“you guys like each other” the boy says, “actually, you’re probably in love.” and when you don’t say anything because your cheeks are too busy flushing, he makes it ten times worse by adding, “and he definitely wants to fuck the shit out of you as well.”

song mingi was your best friend of eighteen years. you were there for each other during everything: bullies and fighting parents and boyfriends, true, self-proclaimed best friends until one day the inevitable seemed to happen.

because you always wanted to believe you and him could just be friends, that platonic relationships between a boy and girl are absolutely possible. but it quickly became obvious that wasn’t the case for you both.

the middle of senior year was when the change happened and it was because of something as cliche as a drunken night. the both of you stumbled up to his room, his parents gone for the weekend visiting family, with a box of pizza in hand.

“you know how-” the boy hiccups, “you know how i know i love you?”

“how?” you whine out, stumbling over to his dresser to look for a pair of sweatpants.

“because...i would never eat this shitty pizza,” he groans, “but i-i know it’s your favorite and i like when you’re happy.”

you giggle into your hand, taking out a pair of black sweatpants before not so gracefully sliding your jeans down your legs. and because you’re in the state you’re in, mingi turns just in time to see you fumble over your inside out pants, running over to catch you last minute with a chuckle.

“oh, my god, y/n.”

he carefully lays you back on the the carpet, your druken giggles and flushed face distracting him from the fact that the only thing covering your lower half is a small, black thong. he’s doing his best to not let his eyes drop, training his face right on yours but he thinks that might be making it worse. staring at each other with you under him, your eyes hazy and hair splayed out on the floor.

“mingi?” you say suddenly, tone quiet and soft as you look over his face.

“mhm?” he hums, moving his hand so he’s grazing your hair.

“do you-do you actually love me?”

his eyes squint at you before they roam the rest of your face, his hand twitching with the need to reach out and touch your face.

“of course i do,” he says before getting out through gritted teeth, “you’re my best friend.”

because you never gave him any indication you wanted more, the way he’s wanted more since he hit the age of 14. he thinks it’s why he was never able to date a girl, far too distracted in kissing and fucking away the obvious need in to be with you. too busy comparing all of them to you and your connection.

“i don’t mean like that,” you whine, “i mean like...”

he waits for you to speak but you never do, just the sound of your heavy breaths filling the room now.

“like what?”

but you only shake your head, not wanting to be humiliated and the cliche, tipsy girl who pronounces her love to her best friend. “nevermind,” you mumble, arching your back to stretch and reach out to grab the pants you dropped.

but he’s quick to grab your wrist, shaking his head as his eyes remain on you.

“tell me.”

his grasp on your wrist and the deep demand in his voice causes you to swallow nervously, that familiar feeling brewing in your lower stomach; but your humiliation, the fear that you could potentially ruin everything outweighs it.

“it’s nothing, mingi,” you say quietly, “can we just eat the piz-”

“tell. me.”

his eyes are burning into yours now, your teeth digging into your lip now because okay, maybe your arousal might be outweighing all of your rational thoughts.

“you want to,” he hums lowly, his face lowering to yours, “i know you do.”

and whether it was your doing or his, your lips suddenly connect and bring a sense of immediate gratification. moans muffled by each others mouths, his hand fisting your hair as you bring your own to his cheek. he pulls away to kiss down the skin of your neck, mumbling your name and “finally” as you throw your head back in pleasure.

because it’s just the fact that it’s his lips, his tongue, his voice that has your veins flooding and coursing with excitment and lust.

“i’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he mumbles against you, his large hands running up and down your sides.

“me too, oh...my god,” you whine, snapping your head up to look down at him; the sight alone makes you clench, biting the flesh of your lip to surpress another moan. “mingi, please.”

and you only have to ask once for him to scoop you up and place you on the bed, his body hovering over yours as you pull at his shirt. he takes it off in one fluid motion, portraying his bare chest and shoulders causing your mouth to turn up into a smile before it’s quickly replaced by his lips.

he hits every spot inside you with ease, your eyes rolling back and shrieks filling the room that you’d normally be embarrassed by. but then the sound of his moans and groans filling the room made it impossible to stop, the both of you breathing each other’s names and proving just how long you’ve waited for this.

you know what you did that night was meant to happen because the naturalness of it all almost seemed impossible, how easily your lips and bodies melted and fit into one another.

you fell asleep on his sweaty chest after hours of pleasure, listening to his rapid heartbeat slow under your ear. the last thing you heard was his deep mumble of “i love you” and you woke to a pepper of kisses on your cheek. your eyes popped open and heart soared when you saw him, the sunlight shining through and surrounding the strawberry-haired boy.

“hi,” you say softly, lifting your arms out to snake them around his shoulders and pull yourself into his chest. he chuckles into your messy, morning hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you stay like that for a few moments, close and warm and breathing each other in until he pulls back to ask how you’re feeling.

“good,” you say quietly, your cheeks flushing at the sight of him in bed, in the morning light next to you. “really good, actually.”

“yeah?” he mumbles lowly, “and why’s that?”

you pick your head so your chin rests on his chest, wiggling your eyebrows playfully at him. “no reason.”

a mock look of hurt covers his face, his eyes narrowing at you which quickly causes to you to place a kiss on his cheek. “kidding!”

he smile softly, bopping your nose lightly before pulling you back into his chest. you spend the morning never leaving his bed, light kisses and soft giggles and quietly spoken love confessions.

and when you both hear the his front door open, his mom’s voice calling his name, your eyes widen and you scramble to put on clothes before running downstairs. you hadn’t even realized you were hand-in-hand, fingers intertwined, until his parents stop and look at you. both of them blankly stare, eyes moving from your flushed faces to connected hands, before his mom lets out a high pitched squeal of “finally!” and his dad groans.

you both watch as mingi’s dad takes out his wallet and hands over a $100 bill to her, side-eyeing the both of you as his mom snatches it and runs over to envelope you both both in a hug.

“you couldn’t have waited a few more months,” his dad grumbles.

“i knew you’d get together before high school ended!” his mom squeals, pulling back and letting out an aww when you hide your flushed face and giggle in his chest.

“mom! what the he- you made a bet?!”

“okay c’mon, you guys, it was obvious,” she says, bouncing off into the living room excitedly with a full heart. because she knew nothing made you both more happy than each other, her and your mom swearing from day one that this was destined to happen.

she watches an hour later you both at the kitchen counter, mingi smearing peanut butter on your face as you giggle and throw a piece of cheese at him.

you both make your sandwiches before cutting them down the middle, giving each other the bigger pieces out of instinct. mingi leans down to place a kiss on your lips as you rise to your tippy toes, giggling against one another before mingi asks if you’re allowed to be both his bestfriend and girlfriend.

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