#and yes i KNOW it wasn’t a real suggestion i KNOW it was a joke but like

[mx-misty-eyed]

remembering the time i was complaining about concert tickets being expensive and my former friend casually just said you could just rent an apartment near a venue for $500 a month so you wouldn’t have to pay for tickets

like. average rent in the us is over 1k (not to mention apartments in a big city where all the concert venues are would probably be more). and that’s not even considering, yknow, leases and security deposits and whatnot. your father is a millionaire landlord and you claim to be a socialist (despite saying that all people should work to, yknow, live while defending ur dad evicting an unemployed drug addict). why do you think that you can just casually rent an apartment for $500 so you don’t have to pay for concert tickets.

[highvern]

Teach Me

or the first time we hooked up it was so disappointing I thought about faking my own death so you’d leave me alone

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au

Warnings: kind of virgin shaming, first time, OC knows she’s wrong but no one’s perfect, descriptions of bad sex, mentions of death (in a joking way), frat!svt, chemistry

Length: ~2.3k

Note: there used to be a time i had to memorize the entire greek alphabet bc i was a sorority girl so im drawing on my roots for inspo lol

Also virginity is a construct! don’t let people make you feel bad about it!

read more here

Friday Night Approx. 11:37PM, undisclosed bed room, SBT fraternity

Dokyeom is great. He’s funny, always does his share of your lab assignments, and when you go to parties at his frat he gives you the good shit out of the fridge instead of whatever concoction his brothers whipped up in the communal cooler for everyone else to drink. The fact that he’s easy on the eyes doesn’t hurt either.

That’s why the last ten minutes have surmounted into what has to be the most disappointing hookup of your life.

His fumbling hands and clumsy movements would be endearing if he wasn’t drooling on your neck in a way that is less than attractive. When his hand slides down the front of your jeans he’s at least receptive to the gentle corrections and cooed suggestions you provide. Is it mindblowing? No. Will he get you off? Probably not. But he’s enthusiastic so you’ll let it go for now.

“Can I, like,” he starts, leaning back to sit up right above you, face bright red, “take your pants off?”

“Ugh, yeah. Sure.” 

It’s a weird escalation given you still have your shirt on but to each their own.

The heat of his muscular chest against the back of your thighs is pleasant enough but doesn’t make up for the way he dives straight in, immediately sucking and licking vigorously. Jolting nerves force you to curl in onto yourself at the discomfort, thankfully unlatching his lips from your abused clit. Twisting a fist in his hair, you pull him up and away from your crotch, distracting him with hot kisses and nips across his throat. He doesn’t seem to mind the change, teeth clenching as your opposite hand tickles down his front to his waistband. Stuffing your hand into his boxer, Dokyeom releases a noise somewhere between a whine and groan. Hot and heavy in your palm, his tip leaks obscenely when you give him a tug.

“Shiiiiit,” he whimpers against your mouth. 

Well, at least one of you is having a good time.

In a flurry of motion, his pants are down just enough to get his cock out, allowing him to roll a condom on before pushing inside you slowly. The stretch isn’t painful but it’s less than comfortable as he starts to rock his hips. With an awkward rhythm he’s providing you little friction and thus no pleasure. You try tilting your hips to change the angle. It helps some, letting his pelvis grind gently against your clit but still no dice. Your fatal mistake is wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

When you clench around him as he hits deeper, Dokyeom’s hips buck a little too enthusiastically, head falling back and belting long low groan. All you can do is gape as he finishes, leaving you in the dust.

-

Sunday Afternoon Approx 2:40 PM, coffee shop near campus

“He did what?”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” You grimace.

“Like, no warm up at all? Just straight P in V?”

“I mean he kissed me but other than that, not really, no.”

The look on Seungkwan’s face is that of a child realizing Santa isn’t real.

“And you’re sure it was Dokyeom? Like the Lee Dokyeom, your lab partner, my fraternity brother Lee Dokyeom?”

“I didn’t ask for his ID but yeah I’m pretty sure it was him.”

“What did he say after?”

The look you give tells him exactly what Dokyeom asked you after he finished.

“No!” Seungkwan gasps.

“Yes.” 

You’ve abandoned your diluted iced coffee, pushing it to the middle of the table. There’s a gentle thud as your forehead meets the cool vinyl surface.

“What are you gonna do about your lab Tuesday?”

“Pray I get hit by a bus.” You grumble, not moving an inch.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I! It’s that or drop the class.”

“It’s too late for you to drop.”

“Death it is.”

You can feel the eye roll Seungkwan responds with.

“Have you two talked at all since then?”

“He has, I haven’t.”

“What does that mean?”

“He’s texted but I haven’t responded.”

“Let me see!”

Prying your head away from the table, your phone is unlocked and snatched away by your best friend. He reads the messages with mild horror.

[SATURDAY 1:07 AM]

Lee Sock-mint: hope you got home okay :)

[SATURDAY 1:08 AM]

Lee Sock-mint: I had a lot of fun btw

[SATURDAY 2:07 PM]

Lee Sock-mint: you left your jacket at the party but i snagged it, i can give it back tuesday

[TODAY 9:14 AM] 

Lee Sock-mint: wanna meet at the library tonight to go over this weeks lab?

“Oh sweetie…”

“I know!”

“Well, you fucked in this bed so now you have to lie in it.”

“You always know just what to say.”

“It’s a gift.” He shrugs.

“And it was Jihoon’s bed actually.”

“I take it back. You probably will die before Tuesday.”

You end up texting Dokyeom but only to tell him you’re already busy and you’ll see him on Tuesday. You feel bad for blowing him off but the disappointment from your tumble in the sheets still echoes in your head.

-

Tuesday Afternoon Approx 3:00 PM, Chem 326 Laboratory 

When Tuesday comes, Dokyeom is suspiciously absent from class and you have to work on the lab with Soonyoung instead.

“Heard you’re ghosting my bro.” 

It’s a statement, not a question and the look on Soonyoung’s usually cheerful face scares you a bit.

“Where’d you hear that?”

“You know, just hearing things.”

“I heard you cried Friday night about how much you love Eunha but she won’t give you the time of day.” You shrug your shoulders. “So maybe we’re both just hearing things.” 

“Well I heard you popped his cherry and ditched him right after!”

“I did what?”  You whisper yell, grabbing Soonyoung’s arm as your eyes go impossibly wide.

A few of the groups close to your table have turned around in curiosity but Soonyoung’s prone to random bouts of shouting so they’re interest fades quickly.

He has the decency to look ashamed of his outburst. You two are actually friends when it boils down to it but guy code has him siding with his best friend on this one.

“He said you basically ran out the door.”

“You know that’s not the part I’m questioning.”

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Soonyoung is shocked.

“No!” You shoot. “Do you think I’d deflower him at a gross frat party if I did?”

“Idiot.” He curses. “Sorry, not you. Well also you, but him mostly.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell me that?”

“Probably because he’s a junior and has barely even seen a girl naked?” He looks at you like you have two heads. “It’s a pride thing.”

“Yeah well his pride made him cum in two seconds.”

“Probably the two best seconds of his life.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Can you just, I don’t know, like, talk to him? He thinks you hate him.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“Tell him that, not me.”

-

After class is dismissed, you trudge across campus to your dorm replaying the conversation over and over. You’re both mortified and pissed. How could you not tell you?

You open your messages to send him a long overdue text.

[TODAY 4:27 PM] 

You: sorry I’ve been MIA :( wanna get dinner?

It’s cowardly but you’ve done worse.

[TODAY 4:48 PM] 

Lee Sock-mint: sorry, busy

Like hell he is. Dokyeom brags every Tuesday that your lab is the only thing on his schedule, unlike your four morning lectures in addition to your shared class that packs your day.

[TODAY 4:49 PM] 

You: we really need to talk

When your message goes unopened and unanswered for hours, you call in reinforcements.

“Are you home?”

“Well hello to you too.” Soonyoung greets sarcastically.

“Hi.” You deadpan rubbing your eyes, patience wearing thin. “Are you home?”

“Yes, what do you want?”

“Is he home?”

Silence.

“Come on Hosh, is he home?”

“Yeah but he hasn’t been out of his room all day.”

“I’m coming over.”

“What?”

“I need to talk to him!”

More silence.

“Fine but whatever the hell is going on, leave me out of it.”

“You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

-

Tuesday Night Approx. 9:34PM, Soonyoung and Seokmin’s shared apartment

To say Dokyeom is shocked to find you gently knocking at his bedroom door on a Tuesday night, expression bashful and eyes filled to the brim with apologies, is an understatement. He knew Friday night didn’t give you the best impression but what could he do when the pretty girl from his chem lab he’s had a fat crush on all year let’s him fuck her after another one of his frat’s parties? 

The entire night you flirted with him, pressing your ass into his crotch as the shitty trap music Chan insisted on playing buzzed on; wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers comb through the short strands of hair at the back of his head. Then all of a sudden your kissing and next thing he knows you’re pulling him up the stairs and into the first empty bedroom you can find. It was a whirlwind.

“Hi,” you whisper, a little afraid he’s gonna slam the door in your face.

“Hi,” he whispers back, still in disbelief that you’re in front of him.

“Can we talk? Please?”

He doesn’t answer but steps aside to open his door wide enough for you to walk past him. Taking a seat on the corner of his bed like you usually do when you study at his apartment, your eyes look everywhere except him.

“I, ugh,” clearing your throat, you start again. “I’m sorry about Friday.”

Dokyeom doesn’t know what to say so he remains silent, firmly planted by his door.

“Soonyoung told me about how you hadn’t, and I just,” You’re rambling from the guilt coursing through your veins. “I’m really really sorry.”

When your words register, Dokyeom finds himself simmering somewhere between anger and annoyance.

“You feel bad because I was a virgin?” He scoffs. “I don’t need you to pity me.””

“I don’t!” You insist. “I just, if i knew it was your first time I wouldn’t hav–”

“Wouldn’t have what?” He ventures.

“Done it in some gross frat house.” You mutter. 

“So you regret it?”

You think hard about your next words. Dokyeom is both your friend and your lab partner for the next two months. The latter is far less important to you now than it was this morning before Soonyoung spilled the beans.

“No.” Your voice is firm, “Okay, well maybe the fact that Jihoon is gonna kill us for doing it in his bed but no, I don’t regret it.”

“But you didn’t like it?”

“I liked…some of it.” You stutter.

“Oh.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Which parts?”

“Huh?”

“Which parts did you like?” Dokyeom rolls his eyes.

“Um, well, you’re a good kisser!” You assure.

“Is that all?”

“When you went down on me it was okay.” You wince.

“So basically everything besides kissing was bad.” 

“No!” You lie but he’s pinned you in place with a glare. “You, uh, you have a lot of potential!”

It’s Dokyeom’s turn to wince. He shuffles across the room to sit next to you on the bed, leaving a sizable distance between your bodies.

“When Soonyoung told you I was a virgin, did he tell you I had never done any of that before?”

Now that’s shocking. Shocking because you’ve seen girls flirting with him before. At parties, in class, at the library coffee shop; hell even a few dudes approached him. Dokyeom is liked by pretty much everyone on campus, including your own friends who have tried to get you to introduce them.

“No, he didn’t really go into specifics.”

“Oh.”

The atmosphere is already awkward so what’s one more question?

“So how much have you done?” 

“Well, after Friday…” Dokyeom trails off.

“Before Friday.” You clarify. 

“Well I’ve made out obviously. And, I mean, a girl went down on me freshman year.”

“That’s it?”

“Did you come here to make fun of me?” Defensiveness rolls off him in waves.

“No, it’s just…surprising is all.”

When you look over at him you can see the question on the tip of his tongue. 

“I’m just shocked you don’t have girls lining up because you’re like hot and nice and yeah.” You trail off, blush burning the tips of your ears.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Well I didn’t let you in my pants because I thought you were ugly!”

You both let out snorts of laughter.

“I’m sorry.” he apologizes.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I was just really excited to finally have a shot with you and I ended up looking like a complete loser.”

“Hey! That’s not fair,” you smirk. “I thought you were a loser before we hooked up.” 

Dokyeom grabs for the pillow behind him, gently tossing it at you as a bark of laughter leaves his mouth.

“How ‘bout we just agree to move on?” 

He does his best to suppress a crestfallen frown from bloom on his lips. Dokyeom tries to look at the positives of ignoring the fact that he’s seen you half naked, felt your mouth on his, how you feel spread on his fingers, spread on his cock; even if just for a short moment. As much as it would suck to never experience those things again, at least you’ll still be his friend. It also means you’ll forget that he’s a two pump chump. Bright side.

“Yeah.” He agrees, resolving himself. “Sounds good.”

After a beat of silence, you open your mouth again.

“You know, you’re the first virgin I’ve ever been with.”

“I thought we just agreed to forget about it?”

“No, we agreed to move on from being weird about it.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, since I took your virginity, I feel I have a… responsibility.”

“Responsibility?” 

The sly smile twisting the corner of your mouth has Dokyeom choking on his own tongue. As you turn to face him fully, his breath catches in his throat.

“Yeah, what kind of friend would I be if I just let you be bad at sex and did nothing about it?”

Dokyeom can feel his pants tighten at your implication.

“Ugh, not a good one?”

“Exactly! I would be a bad friend if I didn't help you and I don’t want to be a bad friend.”

As you speak, you shift until you’re kneeling between his spread legs, maintain eye contact the entire time.

“Yeah that would be… bad.” His brain is working at half capacity due to your hands pushing up his thighs towards his zipper.

“So,” you blink slowly, smile shy with a subtle tilt of your head, “you’ll let me help you?”

Dokyeom feels himself nodding in agreement.

“Then let’s get started.”

[b-o-e]

paint me like one of your french girls

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: you aren’t very good at painting lol

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #2 :)

You weren’t the best painter, nor were you the best at picking up hints…

“... this is atrocious.”

You were not a painter. You were finding that much out right now.

“Well, don’t say that. It has me in it, so it can't be that bad, ha ha.” Wally jested.

Ehhh…

“Are you almost finished with it, neighbour?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m finished, but I’m almost ready to give up, yes,” you grumbled, the bristles of your brush carefully swiping some more paint onto the canvas. Yikes! Not carefully enough, it seems.

Wally noticed your grimace, laughing lightly. “It’s going to look good, I know it,” he claimed.

“You’re easily pleased, though,” you huffed, eyes flickering to him in a half-hearted glare. He giggled, shaking his head.

“I am honest,” he grinned, raising his right hand to swear on it. “Cross my heart, always and forever,” he promised, drawing the ‘x’ over his chest with a happy smile.

“At least I think I did Home some justice,” you snickered with a shrug. “You, not so much, Wally. I think you can still tell it’s you, though?”

“I’m sure I look amazing. Handsome!”

“I wouldn’t use that word for it, but the real you is?” You offered.

“Why, you’ll make me blush.”

You laughed lightly as you continued to paint, Wally remaining as still as a statue in his chosen position in front of home. His eyes never left you.

He loved the expressions you made. He just adored the twitch of your brow when you don’t quite approve of a detail, the silly grimace you wear when you’ve made a ‘mistake’, the way your tongue poked out a little when you were extra focussed... You were so entrancing!

“... going to start being a bit less uptight now,”

Wally hadn’t caught the first part, but figured out what you were saying.

“I guess I should probably give myself a little more credit than I am.” A little smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Oh! He enjoyed that expression most!

“I’m happy you say that,” Wally said, “I do mean it when I say I believe I will like it. Everyone has their own unique style. It’s nothing less than that,” he added, “plus, it’s made by you. That gives it extra special points!”

“Special, alright,” you joked quietly to yourself. It was definitely a unique piece, your painting.

“I just need to remind myself I don’t have much experience with this,” you sighed, “I need to cut myself some slack. I know practice is necessary to be as good as someone like you at this, and I haven’t put much of that in,”

“And if you were ever interested in such, I would always be around to offer my help if you so desire,” Wally assured.

“Thanks, Wally,” you tore your eyes away from your work, looking over at him. “I appreciate you. Always so sweet to me,” you sighed out dramatically. Unfortunately, your gaze didn't stick on him long enough to notice the redness growing on his cheeks from your compliments.

“Alas, I think I’m all done now,” you giggled, stepping back from your work. Now that you look it over, it really wasn’t too shabby, especially with your limited skill!

Wally stood up from his spot, starting his way over, as you turned the easel around so that he and Home could both see it. When Wally was close enough, he leaned forward a little, examining the painted canvas. Despite the knowledge that Wally would never judge you, your nerves twisted a little in your stomach as you watched his eyes study it with such intensity.

It was silent. He’s observed it for at least a minute now, not a word said.

…

“I know it’s-”

“It’s wonderful,” Wally cut you off, straightening his posture, his smile growing. “The absolute most, as is its creator,” he added as he looked at you. “Can I have it?” he asked, head tipping to the side.

“You… Want it?” you giggled sheepishly, peering over at your goofy little creation. Was it really nice enough for him to want to keep it?

“I love it, so of course I would like to have it. If you allow me to, of course,”

Your painting wasn’t much. To you, at least. To Wally on the other hand, it truly was extravagant.

It was cute. He and Home were nicely depicted together, Home painted quite well, and in his opinion, he himself had not looked nearly as bad as you’d been letting on.

His face had a cute, simple little smiley on it, as did the sun in the sky, two silly little features among others that you had added when you decided not to care so much anymore. It made him giggle. Overall, it was just yours, and that’s what really sealed the deal on his love for it.

“Hmm… where should I hang it, though? Maybe by the couch?” He wondered aloud, tapping his chin. “What do you think, Home?” He turned to face it, receiving quick excited waves and squeaks from the door. “Ha ha. I think that, too.”

“You actually want it?” You questioned,

“Of course,” Wally nodded. “Oh no! How impolite of me. I should be offering some sort of payment,” he realized.

“For this?” You laughed, looking back at the artwork. “I dont think it’s worth a whole lo–”

“Mwah!”

…

Huh?

You gaped at Wally, hand on your flushed cheek, right where his lips had been moments prior.

“Will that do?” He smiled.

You could only stare in disbelief, mind working overtime to process what had just happened.

“Neighbour?”

You laughed. You laughed, and you shook your head, hands covering your face. Oh, those silly little thoughts of yours!

“Oh my goodness, Wally,” you snickered. “Be careful with that! Someone might take it the wrong way,” you warned, a little giggle following.

“What do you mean, neighbour?” Wally questioned, brows furrowed. “Is kissing not a good thing?”

“I mean, it is, but there's two ways it can be perceived: platonically, or romantically,” you explained, rubbing at your face in an attempt to get rid of your blush with a cheeky smile.

“Think of it like this. Eddie and Frank kiss as a way to show their romantic love for each other. That's because they’re a couple,” you continued. “Are they who you learned it from?”

Wally stared at you for a moment, trying to comprehend all that you’ve said. Finally, his shoulders slumped slightly as he answered.

“... Yes,” he admitted, a bashful smile on his features.

“I figured,” you sniggered. “I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t like it or anything, but just keep what I said in mind,” you joked lightly with a playful wink, “but, we should find a place for this painting, shouldn’t we?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking between him and the piece.

“That sounds like a good idea, neighbour,” he agreed, carefully picking up the dried painting, grabbing the easel in his other hand.

“Let’s do that, then,”

…

“So, how did it go?” Eddie asked, placing a toasty mug of hot cocoa in front of a sulking Wally. “Not that great, I presume..?” He smiled sympathetically.

“They said to ‘be careful’ because ‘someone might get the wrong idea’...” he gave a gloomy smile. “But they also said they ‘didn’t dislike’ it?” He offered.

“So they thought the right idea, but brushed it off as being wrong,” Frank snickered, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation while he sipped on a mug of his own.

Eddie sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck with a chuckle. This was harder than the couple originally anticipated…

You two would be the death of this neighbourhood if you didn’t perceive your feelings for each other soon.

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Posted Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 11:29 AM

[where-dreams-dwell]

I haven’t read the book and only have vague recolections of the movie (though I remember sobbing violently at several points) but I hoped I’d love Netflix’s One Day adaption. And of course I did but one of the things I loved was so unexpected.

I love how they portrayed Sylvie.

Particularly how that relationship both ended and endured. How even at the start there were issues but the small kind you want to work on and work through. She knew her family were hard work but she was on Dex’s side and wanted him to be accepted: but still knew that her opinion was the one that mattered. Dex knew he didn’t fit it but he was trying so damn hard to, and hoped that if he kept trying it would be enough eventually. And she wasn’t this demon or harpy, even people who just met her liked her. She was a nice person.

So many times when the male lead is with another woman before they eventually get together with the female lead this ‘other woman’ is portrayed as toxic, unmanageable, cruel, snobbish, etc… or even just unpleasant to be around; someone we’re happy for the male lead to leave. Maybe it helps us to support the male leads pursuit of the female lead and not confront his poor behaviour as a romantic partner if that ‘other woman’ is unlikable and we’re happy to see her gone?

But here they made it clear: Sylvie is a kind nice woman who loves Dex, and didn’t handle the crumbling of their marriage well.

It was almost voyeuristic how we saw the breakdown of her and Dex’s marriage. It seemed so bloody real. New baby, no sleep, renovating the house, all of it building up until you’re being a bitch and you know you are, and you’re apologising after the fact for what you said but you don’t know how to talk around the fact that you still meant some of the things you said. And a partner who you know is struggling with direction and purpose, and you want them to do well, but *god* you’re the one fielding questions and having to go to bat for them every time someone asks, and as a result you never feel safe to take a break or question them yourself.

And (I don’t know how intentional this was) but Dex’s joking tone which is clearly meant to relax and reassure just came across as him not taking things seriously or being trustworthy. Sylvie lists a whole range of food options for Jasmine while she’s out for the night, clearly showing she has prepped *everything* ahead of time: she isn’t leaving Dex in charge of finding or cooking Jasmine dinner, she’s leading him by the hand to the ready made stuff and telling him now to reheat it. Kind of like he’s a child too. It really shows how capable she feels he is.

And then Dex jokes about giving Jasmine crisps. He’s clearly trying to break the tense atmosphere and joke around with his wife, but it just comes across as ‘I wasn’t listening to you, I don’t realise how much work you’ve done, you were right not to trust me to cook dinner because look what I immediately suggested, you can’t rely on me’.

In all their conversations the tone of their voices just show they’re not sure how to talk to one another anymore, that they know everything they say will be taken the wrong way and so they have no idea how to speak.

It felt like no one was particularly demonised or made into a caricature. Just two people who were different, put under stress until they broke and grew apart. And Sylvie had been responding to this state of her marriage by having an affair, so she is clearly in the wrong there and the one who causes the divorce etc, but… I don’t know; here it comes across more as a plea for help or freedom in the midst of her confusion and less a lack of care or thought for Dex and her daughter (like I remember it coming across in the movies).

Even when they have the brief mention of dramatics and anger around the divorce, afterwards she’s back in the picture as a level headed co-parent: joking around to relate to Emma, sharing co-parenting pains with HER too (‘Jasmin’s learning the violin?’ ‘Yes that’s why we’re fleeing the country’). And genuinely congratulating them in their relationship and marriage.

You don’t see many ex-wives in media who are so openly concerned about how their ex-husband is handling his second wife’s death. She’s present, caring and supportive. And keeps reaching out to him well after she could be forgiven for stepping back.

So yeah I loved all of One Day and yeah it made me cry AGAIN, but I also loved how real they made those significant relationships look. How adult and complicated and messy and ‘no one was a monster/you were both wrong in different ways/there is no right and wrong’ they played out as.

Just because she wasn’t the ‘love of his life’ doesn’t mean she was a footnote either.

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

INDEX

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 17 - In Love With Her | ‘Ours’

“I know this isn’t true but I feel like I haven’t been out to a club in time” You giggled when you got shoved by a group of girls shuffling by. Trents face pulled into immediate annoyance almost anger swiftly pulling you tight to him protecting you from the crowds but his emotions shifted when his focus came back to you.  

��That’s not true, we went out in Vegas last month, baby. You don’t remember? I met you in the bathroom and I…” Trent began to remind you of your escapade on your trip for George’s birthday. You definitely remembered.  You definitely were still thinking about it too.

“Yes, Yes, I remember. Thank you, cheeky boy.” You rolled your eyes at him. Trent moved his arm next to your head, hand planted behind you on the wall. He caged you in. Just being this close in proximity to him was intoxicating. You felt drunk but you really didn’t think you were, maybe it was just him. He dragged his thumb over your glossy lips and your breath hitched before he leaned in to kiss you. Your back was plastered against the cool pillar behind you. You honestly couldn’t even remember the name of the club you were in. Everything had gone fuzzy. Seeing Trent illuminated in the colored lights of the club had your mind melting remembering all the times you’d been in one before with him. His effect on you was permanent. It would never fade. It was just the same now as it was the first night at the club you went to the first day you met in New York. 

“Do you ever think you want that?” Jude asked Lauren as they tucked into a velvety couch in the roped off area with two drinks. 

“What? Trent licking my neck? No.” Lauren joked with a serious face eyeing you and Trent still making out where they left you last. 

“Laur…” Jude cooed trying to be serious. She turned to actually look at him. Lauren wasn’t going to assume anything right now but she felt it all night. Tonight was rubbing what she assumed to be a non relationship in her face. She didn’t know what to say other than a joke. Lauren and Jude were together a lot. Lauren was at his house more often than she was at her own. Jet setting around, her holidays conveniently booked by Jude in the same locations as Real Madrid's away games. They were dating and tonight was a double date. They just needed to say it. “Like the dating thing…” Jude clarified for her but Lauren knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I mean they’re getting married, Jude it’s a little more than a date, don’t you think?” She teased him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He kissed her temple and she closed her eyes. Even the way they acted so instinctively and naturally made it so glaringly obvious they were more than what they were pretending they were. 

“Yeah, well, you know what I mean.” Jude wanted Lauren to say it. Lauren wanted Jude to say it. It was a big silent mess but the only thing Lauren could hear at the moment was her heart beating out of her chest. Jude pushed her hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. She opened her eyes and attempted to keep them fixated on you across the club but he was like a magnet and her gaze shifted.  

“Dating? Erm… I don’t know…we date right?” Lauren sheepish asked. Jude could barely hear her in the loud club. She didn’t want to look into his deep dark eyes but she didn’t really have any other choice making her more nervous than ever.

“Do we date?” Jude said smugly with a coy smile. He was probably a bit more open about feelings and in general with life so he was pushing Lauren to realize what he had realized a month ago. He was trying to not to smile too outwardly though to not make her feel bad but he was gassed she was even this far into the conversation. 

“I mean you fuck me every week…” Lauren began her explanation only in a way Lauren would with a hot take that Jude didn’t love. He gave her a face like ‘really?’ She rolled her eyes. “Fine, we have sex…” She took a deep breath realizing her list of why they were dating continued on much longer than her one point. “You take me out, I sleep at your house even if we aren’t having sex, we buy each other gifts…” Jude laced his fingers with hers, holding her hand. She tried not to smile but he made her heart flutter. She dropped the shy smile forming on her face though. Jude sighed so Lauren continued. “You hold my hand.” Jude picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I know your phone password, I know your family, we talk all the time…I miss you when I’m not with you…I like you… a lot, like I feel like a complete idiot around you,  is that dating to you?” Lauren took another deep breath starting to deep what she had just said.  Once Lauren had spelled it all for Jude, but frankly for herself, she began to realize just how serious things might’ve been. He smiled pretty content with what she had shared. 

“Yeah, I think it is, Laur.” He cooed softly but calmly. His voice didn’t shake, he was ever cool and composed like he always is. She glanced at him inspecting his contrasting features, his unbelievably sharp bone structure yet incredibly soft lips and eyes. He smiled again catching her so Lauren’s eyes darted away fast. He laughed a little. This was incredibly uncharacteristic for her. Lauren was confident, sure of herself, right now she couldn’t be further from that. She was vulnerable around Jude when they were alone. He made her soft and she felt comfortable letting her guard down around him. Jude was light hearted and fun. He was sweet and thoughtful, everything Lauren would love to say she could care less about except Jude really was her dream man. She had fallen into the habit of being mushy with him at home but out at a club where she historically was eager and phlegmatic she found herself reeling with emotions, one of which was a real fear of him.

“Are we having this conversation in a club?” Lauren tried to stop the train from leaving the station. It’s not that she didn’t want this. She just had been avoiding the thoughts that had been clouding in head for months so much so that she hadn’t even confessed to you. She thought if no one knew, they’d dissipate but they only seemed to develop more. She was really overwhelmed by the fact that Jude seemed to know all the things she listed off and she didn’t somehow. He grabbed her chin and cupped her face bringing it close to his. “You don’t have to do this.” She whispered out hesitantly, getting distracted mildly by his close proximity now. He brushed his nose against hers.

“I want to do this.” Jude spoke low in a whisper just for her to hear. His lips ghosted over hers as he talked. He dropped one of his hands to her waist. She wasn’t planning on leaving, having the man she was falling for so close to her but Jude wanted to make sure. He kept a tight grip on her.

“Okay.” She muttered out. He hummed before he finally leaned a centimeter closer and kissed her. Their lips collided in the most electrifying way. Lauren’s eyes closed but she could feel the water build behind her lids. She squeezed them tighter, blinking away the emotion she felt crashing over her as she agreed with him.

“Okay?” He purred, pulling his lips off hers but not going too far. He stayed fearlessly right in front of her. Shamelessly staring deeply into her eyes. He could see the slight gloss. He ran his thumb over her cheek. 

“Okay.” Lauren confirmed once more with an uncontrollable slight smirk pulling at her lips not sure what she had just got herself into.  

Eventually you and Trent pried yourself off each other and decided it was time to join the two people you had come out with. When you returned to the private table you slid onto a seat next to Lauren. You wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your chin on her. You hung out for a long while but it was more dancing, kissing, and drinking then it was talking until there were no drinks left except a few shots no one wanted so Jude and Trent offered to go get more of something else. You could sense there was a weird vibe though. Not weird in a negative way just as if something had changed, like there was a secret but you didn’t know who was keeping one. You nodded dismissing them to go. Lauren moved away from you and you were confused momentarily until she looked at you biting her lip. 

“What? You’re making me nervous.” You laughed pulling one of your legs up onto the seat cushion. Lauren reached out and placed her two hands on each of your knees, steading herself. 

“I think I’m dating Jude?”  Lauren whispered to you so quietly you thought she might've just mouthed the words to you.  

“What?!?” You just about screamed! You tried to jump up for dramatic effect but Lauren’s hands acted as anchor weights on your body. You slapped your hands over the back of hers in shock. 

“Y/N shh! I don’t know, I don’t know, it was all very vague.” She explained a little louder but nevertheless quietly in a panicked tone. She looked at you as if she had just told you she did something horribly wrong.

“Vague?? Lauren!?!” You pressed her for more details but your back was facing the bar so you didn’t see that Trent and Jude were approaching with drinks. Lauren did though so she just shook her head silently at you. You wanted to grill her for more. What had happened during your delay in coming to the table an hour and a half ago.

“For you baby.” Trent cooed, handing you a tequila drink. You smiled, reaching up to kiss his lips. He plopped down onto the seat next to you and pulled you onto his lap. You sat in between his legs on the seat with yours draped over his thigh. You almost spilled your very full drink with his harsh drag of your body. Lauren ripped one of the shots that was still remaining in front of her on the table. You snapped your head from Trent to her, shocked by her sudden movement and brash decision. 

“We’re going to dance.” Lauren told Jude as her hand grabbed his face. It wasn’t as sudden or at the pace at which she took the shot but it was relatively harsh. You blinked your eyes trying not to react so you puffed the air out of your mouth. Trent squeezed your side for comfort, not sure what you were responding to. 

“I’m going to dance.” Jude responded looking back at you and Trent being pulled in the direction away from you by Lauren. Jude had a cheesy smile on his face. He looked like a little kid, thrilled to be in the position he was in and now you maybe were understanding why he was smiling just a little bit more now.  Trent quipped a sarcastic ‘have fun’ comment before you whipped around back to him once they were out of view. 

“I think they’re datingggg!!!!” You quietly screamed, grabbing his face. He winced not expecting your outburst but his shocked face fell into a smile seeing you so excited. He placed his much larger hands over yours before he dragged your hands off his face and guiding his onto your waist.

“Wow..” Trent responded slowly processing what you were saying. You went back and forth for a little while discussing things about the potential of Lauren and Jude dating but you got side tracked when Trent’s hands began to wander.

“Do you want to date me?” You giggled childishly aksing him a very silly question. You didn’t think you were drunk but as the question came out.. Maybe you were.

“No…” He was quick to say no. So quick that you were almost offended but Trent put your worrying mind at ease when he spoke again. “I wanna marry you, pretty girl.” He laughed a little letting out such a cheesy line. He ran his hands under the back of your sweater guiding them over your bare back.

“Oh, I like that better” You sheepishly responded with a little smile, tucking your face into the nape of his neck embarrassed by the cheese. Trent’s hands continued up your back and teasingly played with the clasp of your bra again and again. 

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy. You know I want to marry you.” He spoke right up against your ear closest to him.You could feel his hot minty breath hitting your skin. His fingers caressed down your back. One hand dropping to hold your waist the other pulling your face for him to see. He looked at you completely smitten. He pinched your cheeks together, pursing your lips for you and pulled your body closer to his simultaneously. He gave you nothing but teasing looks waiting for you to initiate the kiss. You leaned in towards his lips with his hand still holding your face. Your own hands dropping to his waist sliding slyly under his t-shirt but you hovered millimeters away from his perfect pout.

“I’m not shy.” You whispered in a voice you didn’t know you did when you were turned on but Trent knew it very well.  

“No? I think you are a little shy. Hiding from me at dinner, won’t kiss me right now..” You cut off Trent’s ramble. You closed the gap between you two, kissing him. It was pure heaven kissing him. He smiled into the kiss. Again and again, Trent pressed kisses to your lips. In the dim lighting of the club he thought you never looked better as he pulled away to inspect your beauty for a moment. 

”I can’t wait to marry you, T.” You cooed hushly, before your hands tugged at his hair to bring him back into a steamy kiss. Your tongues dancing in perfect rhythm. He kissed down your neck finding the spot he knows you love. You felt his plump lips pull into a cheeky smirk against your skin as you stifled a moan. 

“No one else in the fucking world can will ever be able to have you.” He spoke to you murmuring against your neck but you could still hear him clearly.  

“No one else could have me now.” You assured him that whether you were married or not, you weren’t going anywhere.

“I want the government to know that.” He looked up at you with a serious face. You sat back a little to get him off your neck and too really look at him. You giggled seeing the sincerity on his face. He really meant that. “You going to let me take you back to our room now?” He whispered coming in closer to your lips not letting you go too far. You nodded with a juvenile smile and excitement. 

“What are we gonna do there?” You asked him teasingly. He just leaned forward and told you to shut up silently with a kiss.

“You wanted to dance with me?” Jude asked Lauren in a smug tone sliding his hands around her hips from behind as she walked further into the club. His lips ghosting behind the shell of her ear. 

“I wanted to be alone with you. Just wanted to be with you right now. I don’t want to be with them.” Lauren turned around and gazed up at him with a look Jude didn’t see on her face often. Lauren was scared. She looked like a little girl in a way. Her eyes wide and almost bordering on tearful. She was bitting on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. 

“Lauren” Jude said her name as calmly as he could readjusting his hold of her. He held her waist securely close to him but still a good distance apart so he could really see her. “If you’re not ready for this right now, I’ll wait for...” Jude’s sweet words attempting to tell Lauren that he really liked her and enough that he wouldn’t mind holding off on dating if she wasn’t there yet, he’d wait but Lauren cut him off with a kiss. The kiss was hot and charged. Now this was a Lauren Jude did see often. She pulled away out of breath and turned around too embarrassed by her emotions to look at him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back into him. She grinded up against him leaning back and resting her head onto his shoulder. Jude dragged his massive hand down the front of her throat. His lips slowly kissed behind her ear. His other hand beginning to slide over her bare stomach flirting with the waistband of her trousers. 

“I’m ready.” Lauren cooed, confirming she wanted this. She wanted him but even knowing that her voice was still shaky. She rolled her head to the side more to give him room to keep his lips on her. 

“Let me take you home, Laur.” He whispered against her skin. A shiver ran down her spine. They came back and Lauren trotted up the steps to were you and Trent were. You stood up and met her halfway. 

“Hey, I think we’re gonna go home…”  You cooed to Lauren cheekily excited for your night. Lauren had the same look on her face.

“Oh… same.” She smiled at you and then began to laugh. She reached around you and grabbed her bag. 

“Practice abstinence or you could end up with a friend for Teddy!” You joked with her. She rolled her eyes and pinched at your side. She ran over to Trent and gave him a quick hug. Jude stood down below the section so Trent stood up and dapped him up through the railing. I guess they had some sort of mind reading capability that you and Lauren didn’t. They knew exactly what was going on before Lauren had told you she was leaving. You came behind Trent and wrapped one arm around him. You squeezed Jude’s shoulder saying goodbye and you watched them walk out. 

When you got back to the hotel you had no idea what time it was. You flopped onto the bed utterly exhausted though. Trent crawled over top of you. He peeled your sweater off over your head leaving you in just the skimpy bra he had played with early. He was so gentle, peeling off your clothes and then undoing your heels. You pouted at how sweet he was with you. Since having your little girl you felt like Trent treated you fairly delicately. He wasn’t as unrestrained anymore. It was almost like he was scared to hurt the mother of his child. He turned around in the room and pulled his shirt off over his head. His back muscles flexed and danced and your mouth watered. He took off his trousers and your mouth was definitely watering. He turned around to see a hungry lust painted on your face. 

“See anything you like?” he asked with a cheeky smile that made your heart race. He was so fucking pretty. You scooted forward on the bed in just your bra and panties and stuck your arms out beckoning him over to come be with you. In no time he was overtop of you, both you now sans clothes, his hard cock teasing your dripping pussy. He caressed his hand over your cheek. The softest touch you ever felt but you felt your mind shift noticing you weren’t focusing on that sweet touch but more on his hard cock rubbing against you. 

“T… I want you to be rough with me.” You whispered to him with a sweetly juxtaposed smile.

“You want me to be rough?” He asked you stopping his movements looking down at you making sure he heard you correctly.

“Think about it, we're in a hotel, there’s no Teddy, we’re in Spain… it could be fun.” You giggled. Trying to convince not giving great reasons but you were hoping he wouldn’t need any.

“A lot of that doesn’t exactly merit me being rough with you but yeah if you want me to be, baby.” He hovered over top of you a little confused but returning your smile still interested in what you were asking for.

“Like… I want to be a whore for you.” You sounded more shy than you wanted but nevertheless you said it. His eyes widened in shock. I mean you guys definitely got pretty dirty and he had a very clear dominance in the bedroom but… it was rare that any sort of degradation was involved. Calling you anything other than perfect wasn’t really your vibe.

“Baby... I don't.” Trent gritted his teeth not loving the idea. He understood it. It’s not that he didn’t view you in a way where he couldn’t imagine it but he just really preferred taking care of you, praising you, loving you so it took him a moment to wrap his head around this.

“Just a little. Like do whatever you want to me.” You looked at him painfully and confusingly innocent. “When we're at home I’m a mum and right now… I don’t want to be.” You giggled grabbing onto his biceps.

“I get it… “ he blew some air out accepting the idea. “Alright. You think that’ll be fun?” He laughed a little. You nodded “We’re gonna do this my way though.” He told you sternly.

“Okay.” You moaned as he quickly had his lips kissing on your neck, nibbling on your most sensitive spots. Like you weighed nothing Trent rolled you two over. You almost gasped, it caught you so off guard. He moved himself backwards and sat leaned against the hotel bed. He harshly pulled your legs up and over to straddle his thigh. Your heart was racing with excitement. You were trying your best not to smile. 

“You know how much I love you, yeah? How much I respect you?” He asked you a question as his hard wrapped around your throat gently but with pressure. You nodded incredibly turned on. You didn’t realize but you were grinding on his leg already. Rubbing your throbbing clit against his muscular thigh. You were desperately wishing that you were riding him. Trent dropped his serious look when you nodded your understanding. His face fell into pure amusement seeing you now. He pushed his tongue in his cheek with a smile. You frowned at him when he gripped onto your hips holding you down. This was not what you thought you were signing up for. You pawed at his perfectly sculpted thighs begging for more movement, more friction, more of him. He smiled watching you desperately rub on on top of him, making yourself whimper. His hands on you felt like fire. “You like getting off on my thigh, baby.” He laughed, planting a kiss behind your ear teasingly. “Nah, what’s wrong? You said you wanted me, you got me… What’s wrong then?” He looked at you with a devious smile. You whined looking at him with puppy dogs hoping it would sway him but it did nothing. You looked at his hard cock laying up against his abs beginning to leak pre cum onto his tanned skin. It looked so good. You wanted him inside of you so bad you thought you might cry. “I can’t just spoil you all the time, pretty girl.” He cooed in a pompous way that made you want to scream. You had no idea you would get this desperate, you never realized how much he gave to you upfront. He could tell too but he was holding his ground. You asked for this. This was self inflicted. 

“T… please, baby.” You whimpered. You made a poor attempt to grind against him. He loosened his hold on your waist letting your grind down more on him slipping on his thigh making a mess you were so wet. You were dripping all over him. He shook his head, not giving in to your complaints. You let go of his thigh in front of you and greedily wrapped your hands around his length. “I want to ride you, T… please. I need it, I need you, I need your cum.” You greedily begged. Trent swallowed trying his best to withstand this but he was struggling. His hands loosened on you. You quickly took advantage of this and moved off his thigh. You aligned his cock underneath you. You looked him in the eye for approval but he was so taken aback by your sudden movement that he couldn’t process what you were doing. Trent was aching to be buried inside you. You were the same, you couldn’t wait any longer, you had had enough of the teasing. You began to sink down onto his length. Trent threw his head back against the headboard letting out a rough groan. He opened his eyes to watch you take all of him. You looked so fucking hot when you were this needy for him, when you were so desperate that you took what you wanted and what you wanted was him. Your shoulders rolled forward and your jaw slacked, finally feeling him. Trent could’ve cum just from hearing you talking, no begging him like that. 

“Fuck! That what you wanted, baby? You wanted my cock?” He sat up and dropped his hands to your hips helping you move up and down on him. You nodded pathetically. He smacked your ass. Not once, but again and then, when you moaned, again. “Such a good girl for me. Keep riding me just like this, baby. So good for me.” He praised you like he preferred and honestly you fucking loved it. Your pussy clenched every time he told you you were a good girl. He harshly thrusted up into you, pushing so deep it almost knocked the wind out of you. Your body collapsed onto his unable to stay up any longer. He held you tight to him, fucking up into you but not without a sweet kiss to your hair. He rolled you two over to be on top. You started to cry that's how good he was fucking you. He was so deep. You had cried in bed during sex before but Trent needed to make sure you were okay. “Baby… tell me we’re okay, yeah? You want to keep going?” He asked you with the most sincere loving look.

“Yeah, please T. It’s okay, I’m okay, please, T. Keep fucking me. It's so good.” You spoke with a tremor in your voice. He hovered over you propped up by his arms. His strokes were strong and deep. Your foot dragged down his back sensually pulling him closer to you. He moved his face closer to you. You kissed him softly. “I can handle it, promise.”  You cooed. Trent buried his face into your neck with a groan. You loved the way he smelt all the time but there was something about the way he did when he was in bed with you, his cologne had faded, mixed with a bit of sweat and he was so close to you it wafted all around you. 

“Good.” He replied a little relieved you were okay and a lot relieved because he was loving every second of this. “Want me to be rough with you? You want to be a whore just for me?” He whispered in your ear and your pussy clenched exponentially tighter around him. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah? You like that baby? You only get to do this with me. No one else can ever touch you.” Trent told you sternly continuing to fuck you. He pulled back and picked up one of your legs switching positions. You looked so perfect underneath him. He didn’t really think of you like his whore, you were a fucking angel for him and only him but he’d play along if it got you like this. 

“I love you. Oh my god, T! Just for you, Only with you.” You whimpered trying to stop yourself from drooling. He smiled hearing you tell him that. His dimples appeared in his gorgeous smile. “Fuck!” You whine, balling the sheets under you into your fists. Trent groaned, feeling and hearing how wet you were. He loved that he got you this way. He leaned over again to whisper in your ear but before he spoke you grabbed onto his wrist squeezing it tightly as he railed into you.  

“Wanna hold my hand baby?” He cooed before he nipped a kiss on your neck. That’s exactly what you wanted. You whined and pouted almost on the verge of tears again. He pulled away from your neck and sat back a little but still remained inside you. 

“T… You moaned desperate for him to continue. He gave you a cheeky smile seeing your pout but then flicked his gaze down to your glistening pussy stuffed full of him. His lips curled into another smile but this one was different. This was a sinister smile. He guided his thumb to your clit and pressed hard shapes down over it. You were squirming beneath him. 

“Baby.” He snapped at you in a cold tone. Your jaw slacked and you tried to still. He pushed his thighs wider to move your legs further apart and upward. The air of the cold hotel room sent a chill up your spine as it reached your sensitive wet core. Then to your surprise Trent slapped his hand against your folds. Not gently mind you, but definitely not overtly mean either just enough to have you whining and fidgeting.

“T, I’m gonna cum. Please!” You cried. He tapped at your sensitive throbbing clit with wet slaps.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum f’me. That’s okay.” Trent didn’t often deny you of an orgasm. He felt like he was winning if that was happening so it was always a bit of an ego boost but you didn’t care what it was you wouldn’t have been able to hold this one. Your high crashed over you and you gushed.Your arousal dripping from your pussy. “Such a messy girl f’me. Such a messy pussy.”  Trent cooed smiling proudly watching you squirt onto him, your release running down your thighs. He ran his thumb back over your clit and you couldn’t handle it. It was way too much. 

“Trent, itt’s too much, ah please, T.” The first name either meant you were really happy or really serious. The desperation in your voice had Trent leaning towards the ladder so he stopped. 

“Good girl. You okay?” He asked sweetly and you nodded. “I love you, baby.  Doing so good f’me.” He cooed, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your sweet arousal up to your mouth. “Taste, beautiful.” He whispered, dragging them over your lips. You opened your mouth and let him push them in. You moaned, swirling your tongue over his fingers. “My good girl.” He cooed once more, pulling them out of your mouth now. He kissed your lips and you whined. “Still want me to hold your hand?” He asked but you couldn’t focus as he began to fuck you again. “Keep being a good girl for me and cum on my cock again. Can you do that f’me?” He asked, beginning to start drilling into you again. You tried to nod but your eyes rolled back before you could in the cutest way. It was very lewd but somehow managed to be cute. After a long while of sheer bliss the knot in your stomach tightened again.

“I’m gonna cum, T… Oh my fucking god!.” You choked out a whine feeling him hit deeper inside. Your pussy was throbbing. “I wanna cum, baby!” You cried out desperately sweet.

 “Tell me how deep you feel me, baby? Tell me first. Show me.” He instructed you sternly but incredibly smooth and loving. It was almost confusing but your head was gone anyways. This was ethereal. Just the way Trent was speaking to you made you feel like you were going to orgasm. You could feel the vein running down the length of his cock slide inside your walls. You moaned pathetically. You threw your head back onto the pillow as your legs began to shake utterly fraught. “Baby” He cooed trying to get you to come back to him and the moment to answer him. 

“Can feel you right here, T. You’re so deep, fuck, baby.” You mewled, taking one of his big hands and guiding it towards the place on your stomach where you could see the impression of him. Trent’s cock twitched and he let out a groan before a small greedy breathless laugh. He leaned forward over you more and nipped at your neck. 

“You take me so well, baby. Shit. You’re fucking perfect.” He purred into your ear. You shut your eyes but opened them wide when you felt him drag his hand back down towards your clit. You were of two minds. Part of you wanted to scream and tell him enough and part of you wanted to scream and tell him you wanted more. He began to rub your clit in precise movements. “Always so wet f’me. Wanna cum with me, baby? I need to cum inside this pussy.”

“T… baby.” you cried. You could only manage his name. You fell apart curse words falling from your lips repeatedly. You were at your limit. The drag of his cock had you almost delirious. His fingers dug into your skin. Trent rolled his head back in pleasure as he thrusted into you one more time before he spilled into your tight heat. You gently tried to roll your hips up into him more to help him ride out his high. “So good f’me, baby. Did so good.” He laid over top of you nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. He pressed a sweet kiss to your warm skin. After your breathing began to calm slightly he rolled off you collapsing against his side of the bed. You inched back over to him not wanting to be apart for long. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tight.  Your head laid on his chest. You could hear his heart racing. “Good girl.” He murmured out completely exhausted before he kissed your hair. You giggled. A smile stretching across your face. You almost liked this part better. That’s a lie but it was a close second. “You just wanted to be a little dirty for me, huh?” Trent spoke to you with his eyes closed and a blissful smirk. You had him whipped. He was down bad for your pussy but also completely in another way. Trent didn’t think he could describe it. There was nothing to describe because it was simply indescribable. He couldn’t even tell his friends because as much as they would talk about their sex lives they wouldn’t understand the amount of love he had for you and why it made sex so great. 

“I just don’t want you to forget that I’m still like me, like pre baby me, pre mum. I still want you to want me. To have fun with me.” You giggled shyly stroking your hand over his bicep. 

“Baby, come on… I want you all the time. We can have more fun but I didn’t want to pressure you. We can do this whenever you want. You know I just want to take care of you. I love you so much.” he pouted looking at you. Every time he looked at you, that's what you were. You were the mother of his child. His whole world revolved around you. That didn’t mean he didn’t find you sexy and definitely didn’t mean he didn’t want to have sex all the time but he just was such a melt for you.

“You're such a mushy lover boy.” You teased pitching at his cheek before dragging your thumb over his flushed plump lips.

“Only for you.. embarrassing for you.” He laughed and shook his head. He knew he was down bad. He felt a little pathetic but he didn’t want to be any other way for you. When he woke up in the morning you were tucked in his arms wearing his t-shirt. He smiled looking at your sleeping figure. You looked so beautiful wrapped up like that. He wanted to stare at you all day and the funny thing was he knew he wouldn’t get bored of it either. 

“Hi” you giggled, fluttering your eyes open, feeling his gaze on you. 

“Mmm good morning to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He cooed. 

“Gimme a kiss please.” You whispered greedily and reached up for him. You pecked his lips and tried to return back to your place.

“Nah, gimme a proper kiss please” he spoke softly in the quiet morning. A soft smile took over your face, your hands gliding to cup his cheek. You kissed him softly, your lips moving perfectly sleepily, your bodies heating up again.

“I want you, T…” You moaned into his mouth dragging your body to lay on top of his finding yourself waking up incredibly horny still thinking about last night. 

“Hold on Jude’s calling me…” Trent suddenly stopped your very heated moment. You looked at him like he was crazy. He was stopping you to talk to Jude? He laughed seeing your response. He picked up his phone off the night stand and kissed your temple. “I want to hear about last night!” he explained, gesturing towards you like ‘don’t you?’ You nodded as he answered. 

“Yo, bro you alright?” Jude spoke calmly but something felt… off. 

“Yeah, mate all good.” Trent tried to emulate the same emotion back but clearly they were both beating around the bush about what they wanted to know. 

“Just wanted ask you about something quick, you got a second? Lauren is out with my mum so I only have a little bit of time.” Jude explained. You could hear him say Lauren was out with Denise but not very clearly. You looked at Trent and mouthed excitedly ‘This is my point!’ emphasizing the fact that Lauren and Denise together so often should’ve been a clear indicator that they weren’t nothing. Lauren liked to tell herself she did want a relationship but it was hard to ignore when it was perfectly laid for her. It was so obvious though. She’s was here in Madrid all the time. She was here in Madrid all the time… at his house. Although, she struggled wrapping her head around it. It was almost like Jude was too good for her. Lauren really believed she deserved the best. She deserved a man that looked like Jude, that had the status Jude did but how nice he was to her? Unprecedented. Uncharted territory for her. She was in a group chat with his family. She’d never been a family group chat with a boy’s family before. She was apart of their conversations, their daily life. She knew when his dad’s birthday was. She was rattled Jude and her had even continued talking after they met in Greece let alone know his families birthdays. Oh boy did they talk after Greece. Maybe ‘talking’ isn’t the right word… it did start out more like a sexing escapade but falling asleep on the phone with someone with all her clothes on in another country became more common than the nude photos she was sending. She couldn’t believe she’d wake up in his bed now months later and  she’d want to stay there with him. She didn’t stop him when he held her hand or he kissed her temple. She had become a melt and it terrified her. 

“I think I am dating Lauren.” Jude told Trent with an unsure tone. ‘Act surprised!!’ you mouthed to Trent. You shoved at him excitedly. He nodded understanding you. 

“Shit, really?” He responded as excited as Trent would normally to not freak Jude out. Trent wasn’t exactly someone who was screaming too often. “So, you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Trent asked curiously, wondering how serious their conversation last night was. Your eyes widened hearing Trent say the word. 

“Nah, nah, no. I didn’t. I don’t think it’s like that.” Jude explained. Trent sat up in bed and you followed. You moved to sit beside him crossed legged, laying your head on his shoulder eager to hear what was being said. ‘Move it to speaker’ you whispered, gesturing to Trent. Trent laid his phone on the bed for you to listen as well. He shook his head though turning to face you. ‘This is fucked up’ he mouthed to you ‘He’s talking to me not you.’ You waved your hand dismissing him. 

“I’m not sure she wants to date me. I feel like a fucking idiot, bro. I don’t mean this to sound obnoxious but I’ve been actively choosing to not talk to other girls for her. My messages are stacked.” You rolled your eyes listening to Jude talk about his ‘big sacrifice and full inboxes.'  “but I want her and I am not sure she’s interested in that.” Then Jude continued and you felt bad. You knew Lauren was terrified but you were almost angry at her for making Jude sound so sad. It seemed silly because they both wanted the same thing. 

“Why would you say that? She’s there all the time, mate. She’s with your mum right now. It’s not like Denise would be with her just because. She has to like her.” Trent explained going off his own experience. Mums of all boys and professional athletes on top of that, no matter how kind they were, they were not messing about. They were not putting up with any riff raff Jude or Trent would try to bring home. It maybe would be unexpected to most, although not surprising to you because you’d seen it first hand before but Denise loved Lauren. Despite her outgoing nature and unfiltered mouth around you, Lauren was incredibly polite. She had great people skills. If you put her at a dinner table in any country she’d have the best manners by a mile. She spoke a few languages, she was well traveled, unbelievably smart. Lauren was every parent’s dream until she was sneaking out, and going out. When it came to the hours of the night, things took a different direction. But unless it was Lauren’s own parents, no one knew what was going on. She was incredibly sly. She’d go out till 5 in the morning and arrived to a charity event at 7 am looking like she just walked out of a salon. You admired her craftsmanship and boys were obsessed with it. She embodied ‘lady in the streets but a freak in the bed.’

“Of course my mum likes her. She knows I’m in love with her.” Jude said matter of fact quickly explaining one of the reasons Denise liked Lauren. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress the scream you wanted to let out. You flopped back onto the bed kicking your feet . You sat up to listen more though and squeezed Trent bicep. Your long nails dug into his soft skin. “Fuck….” Jude sighed “Don’t… don’t tell Y/N I said that. I gotta figure this out somehow. What do I do?” He sounded so defeated. 

“Ow” Trent swatted at your hand for you to release his arm from your grip. Once you did he turned his attention back to the phone. “You could talk to her, ya know.” Trent said to Jude like it was obvious. “When do you usually talk?” He asked. Jude went silent trying to think of a better answer than the truth. “Okay, well fine. When you’re in bed then.” You smiled loving Trent’s ability to read people. He was so intuitive. It was amazing, sometimes annoying when it was directed at you, but amazing nonetheless. “Ask her then.”

“Bro, I told her last night if she needed time,I’d wait for her but she cut me off and told me she was ready.” Jude explained a brief excerpt of their conversation last night.  

“I don’t see the problem then, what are we talking about here?” Trent asked slightly confused that if Lauren said she was ready what was Jude freaking out about. 

“Bro! I don’t know what I’m talking about! I don’t know what we’re doing.” Jude ranted about him and Lauren very confused. Trent paused thinking for a minute. The line going silent which bothered Jude. “Oh fuck off, mate. I gotta go, they just got back home. Go enjoy your perfect family.” He snipped. 

“I was just thinking! Relax!” Trent laughed at his dramatics. “I’ll talk to you online tomorrow, mate.” Trent said goodbye but Jude was long gone. They’d always be online playing FIFA but you were curious if they’d continue this conversation or skip over it. You guessed you’d find out. 

“I need to talk to Lauren!” You reached for your phone plugged in still on the bedside table. Trent stopped you and grabbed your arm pulling you back to him. 

“You need to not do that. That’s not fair to him. Let them work it out.” Trent explained. You understood his rational it was the more adult thing to do but it was hard not to meddle when there was a potential relationship happening between your friends. You followed Trent’s guidance though. You took a much needed shower after last night but climbed back into bed immediately after. You fell back asleep not long after. Around 8 am Dianne let herself into your hotel room. You had told her to do so. The suite had a few rooms so it wasn’t like she was walking directly into where your bed would be. 

“Good morning” She sang bouncing Teddy in her arms. “I have a very special delivery.” She laughed, kissing Teddy’s cheek. Teddy giggled. You were passed out still but Trent could identify that cute sound from a mile away. 

“My teddy bear, C’mere!” Trent cooed, seeing them enter the other room. Dianne set Teddy on her own two feet. Trent sat upright so she was able to see where he was in the bed. 

“Dada!!” She squealed with a giggle, waking the best and fastest she could to him. Trent shuffled to the side of the bed and scooped her up off the ground under her arms and plopped her to sit on top of his abs. She had the biggest smile on her face. Completely transfixed on him. 

“I like your pretty bows. Did nana do your hair?” Trent asked, pulling one of her tiny ringlet curls straight letting it bounce back. Dianne had put Teddy's hair into two high ponytails with little bows on each one. It was really fucking cute. Teddy nodded and turned back to point to where Dianne was but Dianne had gone into another room already letting you all have your morning after she had waved to Trent. 

“Mama!” In the midst of Teddy’s search to find Dianne she clocked that you were next to her and Trent. She pressed her tiny palm to your face. Leaning her weight down squishing your cheek.

“Oh gentle, Ted. Mummy is sleepy.” Trent cooed with a laugh pulling her chubby arm away from you. Teddy giggled looking in between you two. You woke up with a smile on your face.

“Is that my baby? My beautiful girl!” You pulled her off Trent and into your arms. You squished her to your chest and rolled side to side giving her the tightest hug. “Helllooo. How are you, Teddy girl?” You sang giving her a big kiss.

“Hugwy mama” she cooed. Her little hands grabbing at you. Her face lit up in excitement. You pouted a little bit that she was starting to be able to communicate so effectively. It was a few words here and there but food was important so this was really good. “Should we get breakfast?” You asked and her eyes drew wider. Teddy loved breakfast. You think it was because it was a meal that the three of you got to share a lot together. Before training Trent could spend time with you so the word definitely sparked excitement. You pulled her extra close to you and she giggled more. “Should we invite dada?” You whispered in her ear cheekily looking back over to Trent. You pulled her away from you a little. She squealed for Trent. A loud ‘dada’ echoing through the room. She wiggled out of your hold and crawled back over to him not without practically stepping all over you. Using your face to push off of with her hands for leverage. You couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness.

“I’ll take you, mama, and nana to breakfast if you gimme a big kiss, Ted.” Trent told Teddy helping her over you. 

“Kiss?” She questioned him and tilted her head. Trent reached up and tapped his finger against his lips. She smiled and leaned forward. 

“Mwah! Good girl. Thank you so so much. You make daddy so happy., baby bear” He cooed with a slight laugh. You got up eventually and told Dianne the plan. Trent showered while you got Teddy dressed and ready then you began to do your makeup. While you were in the ensuite Teddy waddled in carrying your purse to bring it to you. 

“Thank you!” You giggled seeing the bag that wasn’t that big next to you look massive against her small frame. You weren’t dressed yet so you didn’t need it any time soon but you appreciated her effort. It was sweet. “You’re so stylish, Ted. Want to hold onto it for me?” Her face pulled into a greedy smile excited to get to keep hold of it. She just carried it around the room, taking it everywhere she went until you left and even after that.  

“C’mere, baby.” Trent took your hand in his as you walked down a sunny Spanish street while you pushed Teddy’s pram. You had eaten breakfast and decided to take a longer route back to the hotel before your flight home this evening.  Teddy held your bag for you in her seat. She hugged it like it was a stuffed animal, suddenly that was the toy of the day. You didn’t mind, whatever made her happy. “You like mummy’s bag? Should we get you one?” Trent asked her with a childish smile crouching to be level with her as you waited for the crosswalk to change. 

“T… no, that's insane” You smiled at the offer and as funny as it was you knew he was serious. He wanted to buy her a bag. Not one for little girls,  a real designer bag.  

“C’mon it’ll be cute!” He pleaded with you. Dianne shook her head and shrugged when you looked at her for back up. She knew just what you did, if he wanted to do something he was going to do it. 

“Baby, she's 15 months old, I don’t want you to buy her stuff like that. I don’t want her to be like that where she expects you to get her gifts unannounced.” You tried to explain to him the reality of why buying someone under the age of two a bag like this was ridiculous. Yes, they’re investment pieces, you believed that, but what was she going to do with it? You felt the same way when your mom gifted her Judith Leiber.

“What? Like you…” He raised his eyebrows teasing you. He kissed you and slid his hands around you to hold your waist. You relaxed feeling his lips on yours. Forgetting what he was saying momentarily. 

“Funny.” You smiled in your kiss and rolled your eyes. 

“C’mon imagine how cute she’d look matching with her beautiful…” He kissed you again. “Sexy…” Then another kiss. “mummy.” You shook your head as you hid your face in the nape of his neck. “What you being shy for? What? Want me to stop flirting with you?” He laughed a little, cupping your cheeks. 

“You’re flirting with me?” You asked, playing innocent biting back the sly grin forming on your face. 

“Yeah… I’m flirting with you, baby.” He smiled back at you devastatingly beautiful, like always. You felt your heart flutter and your knees go a little weak. That face, that face would get you every single time. 

“I like when you flirt with me.” You admitted running your hands over his shoulders. 

“I'm always going to flirt with you." He cheekily squeezed you ass.

“You’re dumb.” You whispered back to him before pulling away. 

“And you’re beautiful.” He said before he turned back to Dianne and Teddy in her pram. “And you're absolutely perfect. What do you think? Dior? Should we go look, Ted?” He cooed picking her up. 

“I wasn’t ever going to win, was I.” You shut your eyes softly before turning to Dianne again. 

“No hun.” She left wrapping her arm around you as you trailed Trent following his beeline path to the shop. You browsed for quite awhile with a nice sales associate discussing what you wanted now embarrassingly on board with the purchase.

“Wait, this is really cute.” You said aloud.  

“Oh? I’m sorry I thought you didn’t want anything.” Trent teased you pitching your waist while he held Teddy. 

“Hush!” You told him to be quiet before you turned your attention back to the sales associate.” I feel like I don’t want to get her something too niche. Does that make sense? It should still be cute and girlie for her but I don't know.” You babbled on trying to make a decision you couldn’t decide. Trent gave you a smug teasing look. You swatted your hand at him then focused on the two different sizes of a bag the women had pulled out for you.  You landed on getting Teddy a micro Lady Dior and yourself a medium both in the same blue color you thought was good. It was good for all seasons which was always a good thing. You initially thought you wanted a pink shade but you were nervous it would maybe not be her vibe. You were still trying to sus out more and more of her personality. You did ask her though, holding two of the same bag in front of her, one blue, one pink and she pointed to the blue so that was also a driving factor. You checked out and left the store, shopping bags carried by Trent. “Can we say thank you, daddy?” you cooed with a cheesy smile and a soft giggle bouncing Teddy on your hip. Trent just kissed both your foreheads. 

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[champi8n]

die for you | ethan landry

ethan landry x fem reader

warnings: slightly suggestive

sypnosis: ethan isn’t sure wether his feelings for you are unrequited until he finally opens his eyes

ethan had been watching you for a while and he believes developing feelings for you has been one of the worst things to ever happen to him

you and ethan met at a frat party through chad, he thought it would be a good idea to introduce you two to each other since according to chad you both fit perfectly in his definition of “geeks”

geeks are often associated to be losers like him but ethan knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you that you were no geek, he knew from the way you spoke to him so confidently and how you’re body language radiated control

he knew from how he had seen you dancing earlier and from how he wasn’t able to take his eyes off you, well it wasn’t just him but what in his eyes is everybody

you were charming and you had him wrapped around your finger from that first conversation, ethan remembers the sound of your laughter as he told you a dumb star wars joke and how your eyes seemed to sparkle from the low lights in the room

you stayed with him in a corner of the party all night and ethan is sure you only did that because you felt bad as you realised he was left alone, yet he wasn’t complaining because from that day on you guys became good friends

you and ethan had a free period at the same time so when you saw him waiting by a cafe near campus you approached him straight away without a single drop of shyness

was he shocked? yes, he wasn’t used to being approached in such a warm manner by people he’s only talked to once, he was more used to people pretending he doesn’t exist after they’ve had conversations with him yet he wasn’t complaining about that change in his routine

you guys talked about anything and soon you became someone very special in his heart, he knew he felt attraction towards you from when he first met you but he didn’t expect attraction to turn into real feelings

“what if you just tell her you have a friend that looks just likes you that thinks she’s fine?” chad spoke

ethan had been laying on the floor of their room staring at the roof for around an hour while having a small therapy session with chad

he wasn’t really sure how chad could help him get over his feelings for you but he definitely knew more than himself, he was inexperienced, clumsy, and he’s gotten rejected by all of his crushes with them saying “ew” at him

“she’s obviously gonna know i’m talking about myself, chad” ethan sighed, turning his head to the left to make eye contact with chad “you know she once told me about how she hates being hit on, what if she starts hating me?”

“that’s not gonna happen because she obviously has the feels for you” ethan frowned, almost sure that chad was probably delusional

“i don’t know what world you’re living in, but i’m quite sure she will never look at me that way, it’s like she doesn’t take me seriously”

“are you kidding? ethan i’ve seen the way y/n looks at you and believe me i’ve heard her talk about you too” as soon as those words came out of chad’s mouth, ethan immediately sat up intrigued

“what has she said?” chad notices the light in ethan’s eyes and proceeds to let out a chuckle at seeing how childishly in love he looks

“well whenever she sees me she asks about you, or when we are talking she brings you up at random moments” a tiny smile begins to form in ethan’s face, he’s using all of his force to try and block that smile away but the joy of knowing you talk about him too is overwhelming for him “oh wait, i just remembered something... we once played smash or pass and she said she would smash you” chad said "she didn't even hesitate, I remember"

ethan’s jaw dropped a little bit at the unexpected comment causing chad to burst out laughing even more

“shut up, it’s not funny!” ethan threw a pillow at him, flustered and embarrassed at how chad seemed entertained with his excitement

“god you’re such a virgin” chad said between chuckles, causing ethan to stand up ready to defend himself

but as he was walking towards chad, the two of them heard something. three knocks at the door left him and chad frozen while they both stared at the source of the noise

it was midnight and he wasn’t used to the door being knocked at such late hours, specially on a tuesday

him and chad share a confused look and as ethan is slowly walking towards the door to peek through the peep hole, two more knocks were heard but this time accompanied with a voice

“ethan? it’s me”

he heard you whisper and as soon as you did he felt panic run through his body as he realised he was only wearing a black tank top paired with R2 D2 pijama trousers

he was going to try and change his outfit quick but his fear came true as soon as chad opened the door, revealing you with a zip up sweater and low waisted jeans

“hey y/n, what’s up?” chad smiled at you, gesture which you did back “i was just going out to buy some … crack” chad said, leaving you a little bit confused but you weren’t gonna question it

“okay, have fun…i guess?” you watched as chad walked off, mumbling a yep, making you lay your eyes back on ethan

you had never seen ethan wearing anything like what he was wearing and you were completely not expecting it

you let your eyes wander for a minute, looking at him shamelessly, you could feel your heart racing as you realise how muscly he actually was and how strong he seems, yet it was all contrasted with his pijama bottoms and you couldn’t help but think he’s adorable

ethan did not let that go pass him, he saw the way you had checked him out and a light pink covered his cheeks, embarrassed and at the same time curious on wether you liked what you see

“are you okay, shouldn’t you be finishing your log?” ethan asked, you had mentioned earlier this week you had a final piece of coursework for your major

you were a fashion major so your work for school was almost always practical

“i know but i just…” you paused, mouth dry at the sight of him and fingers fidgeting because of your nerves “i needed to see you”

ethan raises his eyebrows, surprised at the remark and honestly speechless

“move, let me come in” you pushed past him, making yourself comfortable in his bed trying to leave what you said behind, ethan followed you with his eyes, closing the door behind him and sitting backwards on chad’s chair

“I need you to be my model for my piece and I must take your measurements” you dropped one of the reasons for your visit, ready to hear ethan's complaining

“no!" he said, not even thinking it through "there is no way in hell I'm modeling"

“why not? you're perfect model material" you sat up in his bed, looking at him with pleading eyes

"are you crazy? chad is more model material than me, models are meant to be pretty-"

"and you're pretty, you're a pretty boy!" you cut him off, not even thinking twice before letting your thoughts out

ethan raised his eyebrows at your comment, letting his mouth fall open but he couldn't seem to form anything coherent to say

noticing how you left him speechless you decide to keep talking "please just be my model, i really want to make you something"

the boy sighed, he felt powerless under your gaze and at the same time at complete peace

"fine" he rolled his eyes and you immediately jumped out of his bed to give him a warm hug that was well received by ethan since you could feel him caressing your back

"thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise you won't regret it, it's going to be so much fun" you pulled back, smiling at him and pulling from your back pocket a roll of measuring tape

"wow you knew I wasn't going to say no, didn't you?” ethan asked seeing how moved to chad's desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil and putting them on the floor next to him

"okay, here's what i need you to do, you're gonna stand still and look pretty, okay" you grabbed his shoulders as you spoke and then proceeded to kneel down in front of him

you caught him off guard a hundred percent, i mean, you were on your knees in front of him and his brain forgot what you actually intended to do until he saw your hand reach for the measuring tape

he gulped as he looked down on you and he tried to focus on literally anything else that would push his dirty thoughts away yet his attempts were useless as he felt your hands around his waist raising his tank top up a little and wrapping the tape around his skin

you moved to his side and then wrote down on the piece of paper a number he couldn't really see from where he was

after that you measured his leg length and then stood up to do his shoulders and torso, you seemed so concentrated he couldn't help but admire the way you bit your lip and the way your eyes mildly squinted to read the numbers in the tape

there was silence but it wasn't awkward, it was comfortable and he swore he could stay like this forever, watching you do your work and appreciating every small detail about you

"one sec" you said, interrupting his thoughts, you took off your zip up sweater leaving it in the hanger the boys had in their room, revealing the white tube top you had hidden underneath, leaving ethan stunned

you weren't naive and you noticed how ethan's adam's apple bounced as his eyes looked away from you, happy on the inside that you seemed to have an effect on him

"you seem nervous" you walked towards him, a small smile painted in your face from how he couldn't look you in the eye "you're going to be amazing as my model, you shouldn't be" he looked at you, giving you a tense smile

ethan felt a little relieved since he thought you had caught on to him yet his eyes followed your movements as you put your arms on his shoulders, massaging them slowly and ready to make your move

"you’re acting as if you have a little crush…" you teased him, seeing how his eyes widened “on me”

“what?!” he screamed followed by incoherent words and stuttering “I don't know what you're talking about, I don't... like you” he stated, hoping he sounded believable

disappointment ran through your body, feeling how your chest started to feel heavy as embarrassment got a hold of you

he noticed how your expression changed and how you almost seemed sad, yet he couldn't understand why

until it hit him, what if he was wrong all along? what if chad was right and you actually felt the same as him? what if he just ruined his chances with you and he just hurt your feelings on accident?

he stood there frozen in his place as you put strands of your hair behind your ear, quickly moving to pick up the measuring tape from the floor and the piece of paper, folding it as fast as you can and putting it in your back pocket

you were confident and strong but if you were being honest it was mostly a big facade and deep inside you can't help but be extremely sensitive, no matter how much you try to hide it

you felt like an idiot as you quickly rolled the measuring tape, thinking about how stupid of you it was to have such the audacity to be as delusional to listen to your friends and believe ethan could actually feel something for you too

you were dying of nerves as you walked to his dorm that evening yet as you stood outside you were built with courage to try and make a real move on ethan today, not just telling him his hair looked nice or that you liked his shirt like you always did

now you were just filled with regret as you couldn't even look him in the eyes “i'm going to go now, I'll text you if um, when the piece is done”

you quickly walked towards his door, wanting to escape the silence that was slowly becoming unbearable for you as fast as you could, not even bothering to get your zip up

as you opened the door ready to walk away you heard him move behind you and soon you felt a hand wrap around your arm, pulling you back harshly

“don’t please” he said before quickly engulfing you in a soft kiss

your hands found their place in his hair as his went to your waist, you caressed his hair as you felt him feel your back

the kiss was soft and gentle, yet the innocence of the kiss quickly escalated into a hungry kiss, he bit softly at your lip to your surprise but you were not going to complain

it was almost desperate but at the same time deeply sentimental almost as if he was transmitting all of his feelings and desires to you, he had longed for you for a while now and he needed you to know

soon you were pressed against his wall as you wished for the moment to never end but of course, all that's good has to end

as you both were running out of breath he pulled away from you in a delicate manner, leaving you feeling as if you were going to melt away from how overwhelmed you felt by your own feelings

he chuckled lightly, resting his forehead on your shoulder and you did the same, laughing in disbelief at what just happened

“are you sure you're a virgin?” you asked, making him laugh even more, you could see his chest going up and down from him trying to catch his breath again

he looked up at you again, big wide smile on his face, his cheeks had a red flush and his eyes glittered, making you have a funny feeling in your stomach at how perfect he looked

“just in case you didn't catch the hint... i like you a lot” he said, making you smile in relief

“no way, really?” you said jokingly, making him roll his eyes “if you really do then I think you should go on a date with me tomorrow” his eyebrows raised in surprise, did you just ask him out on a date?

“you're going to kill me someday” he said, walking backwards and brushing a hand through his hair, you bite your lip, nervous but trying to not let the nerves get the best of you

“is that a yes?” you ask and you look as he laughs

“of course it's a yes dumbass, can you not see how flustered you've made me?” you chuckle, looking at him with glowy eyes, completely immersed in the boy in front of you “why are you looking at me like that?”he asked

“like what?”you replied, completely oblivious to what he meant, making him sigh

“with those eyes, you’re making me nervous!” he replied making you laugh

“well then i’m gonna leave now so you can relax” you said as you walked over to the hanger, getting your zip up to then head towards the already open door

ethan rested his arm on the door frame, leaning towards it as you stood outside “will you call?” he asked, making you want to kiss him again

“no, i’ll send a bird to your window holding a message, it’s more romantic” you leaned in to kiss him cheek and with that you start walking away

“text me when you get to your room” he screamed down the hallway, watching you as you turned back while you walked

“i will!” you reply with a smile, swinging your hips as you walked away overwhelmed with happiness

ethan closed his door and went straight fall on his bed, he couldn’t get that dumb smile off his face and he laughed at himself because of how wrong he was, he doesn’t know what you saw in him but who’s he to complain? he finally has the girl of his dreams smiling because of him

he’s grateful to whatever it was because now that he has you, he doesnt plan on letting you go

[woneuntonzz]

greatest comedian ≈ s.es, o.str

popularguy!eunseok x afab!reader x bestfriend!shotaro

“god must be the greatest comedian I know.”

contains: angst, fluff, comfort, cursing, pining (ig), mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive jokes, humor (lmao)

wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: i'm back :0 (kinda) i'm gonna try and get to my asks soon pls wait for me :<

songfic inspired by:

“You’re funny!”

He’s heard it countless times. And he truly was. Truly, he was a delight to be around. He reveled in the laughter and amusement of others. Your image of him was no different from everyone else’s. You’ve always thought he was funny. But somehow he’s never made you laugh. Well, all he’s ever done is bring your self-doubts to afloat, and served a great part in creating this big barricade in your academic life that you’ve been trying to get through for over a year now. 

“You still like that guy? For real?” you breathe out a chuckle to your friend’s query, in harmony with the sounds of the keyboard’s clicks as you make yourself busy.

“Yes, Natty.” your voice was soft as you replied and as you did you felt Natty’s hand landing calmly on your shoulder. 

“Ever thought of confessing?” —I have, I do all the time— you say to yourself. “I mean, who knows, he might like you too.”

You almost guffawed, but Natty would only lay her head on your shoulder and she’d snap her head up at you when you answered, “On another universe, maybe. I don’t exist in his little theater show.”

“What a way to refer to someone’s blooming social life.” you darted your eyes at Natty’s poking, turning the both of you into a bundle of laughter. 

If only he could hear the melody that sounded from your lips. “Why’d you say it like I don’t have a social life?”  

“Miss Y/n, I did not say that at all. You’re delusional!” your friend gave you a light push, your arms crossing on top of one another on your chest. 

“I am not delusional!” you kept the kid in your tone whilst appearing offended. 

In fact, you truly weren’t. While as a youngin you’d hope every coincidence bore meanings, you grew up to face reality, though not accepting it entirely. A part of you hoped there was a small spark that went off every time you met his gaze, that he was just as withdrawn with you as you were with him because he was shy, that he only pretended to not care about you because he liked you too. But a view of him from afar —how his life was a movie in itself— told you you’d be nothing more but a mere extra in the extravagance of his daily proceedings. 

So when prom came around, while everyone else scurried around to find their dates, you just stood still —more accurately, sat and waited for anything interesting to happen in your life— and watched the pretty girls being picked out by men of all kinds like flowers on a nice green field. You just hated that by the end of prom night, this nice field of tamed green grass will turn into a rowdy, muddy mess stepped on by those men —if you could even call them that. The view wasn’t as sweet to you like how everyone else saw it, but perhaps it was because you were bitter. 

“Aren’t you excited for prom night? I heard Jacob will DJ this year, I bet it’s gonna be awesome.” you shrugged at your friend, unsure if you were even gonna go to prom. 

“I bet you’ll have loads of fun.” your friend was quick to pick up on your masked expression, much to your surprise.

“Hmm, is this about…” he looks you right in the eyes,“Bingo! code Eun—”

“Shh!” you bit your lip after shushing him, containing the laugh that threatened to escape from you. “Keep it down!”

“Oh, sorry.” a jesting evil chuckle was evoked from him making your face scrunch up. He laughs at you and motions like he’s about to pinch your face. “But, hear me out. Why don’t you ask him out?”

You sighed as an array of reasons popped up in your head. “Even if I had the courage to do that did you really think he’d say yes? To me?” your friend snorted at your tone, and again, looks you right in the eyes. 

“Why not?” you raised your brows as a way of asking him if he was being serious, “Look, just being for real here, you’re pretty enough to overthrow those ‘popular girls’, your cute, your talented, your actually interesting —I mean what’s there not to like?”

You gave yourself a second to think and your eyes followed the lines separating each tile on the floor, and from the distance you saw him. You were in the cafeteria, and for some reason not with Natty. Some guy named Eric had asked her to meet him in some classroom, you’ve heard from some of his friends that he was asking Natty out to prom and planned a surprise. Meanwhile your dream date was sat five tables away from where you were. Laughter filled the table he and his friends occupied. He must be so funny then.

“Y/n?” Your friend’s voice was all it took for you to avert your eyes from Eunseok. “It’s kinda rude to just stare at your crush and daydream mid conversation, just so you know.”

You can’t help but laugh, at your friend’s jovial banter and at yourself for being so pathetic. “Sorry, Sho.”

“I was kidding, it’s totally fine Miss scared-of-confrontations.” you playfully rolled your eyes at him. 

“I’m not scared of confrontations.” but his words took you a step back and you thought maybe you truly were scared of confrontations. 

“Yeah? prove it! prove it! prove it!” and he kept repeating it like a kid and you had to shush him again. “Ask him out!”

“Shotaro, I've never wanted to punch someone this bad in my life before, just stop.” and he just laughs at you again. You look to your side, and coincidentally right into his eyes. It would’ve been the highlight for your day, the best day of your week —your life even— if not for the flowers he held in his hand. And no, they weren’t for you. You thought they could never be for you. He held them in his hands whilst he wore that grin that drew everybody in his presence. You looked away, not wanting to see the events waiting to unfold before you. 

“Let’s go, Sho.” you took hold of Shotaro’s wrist, dragging him out of the cafeteria with you. Once you were out of the bustling atmosphere, you started sprinting, still not letting go of your friend.

“Where are we going?” and then suddenly you stopped. 

You could see Natty holding hands with Eric from the other end of the hallway, and some of Eric’s friends tagging along from behind. 

“Oh, so that’s where Natty’s been. No wonder.” you hear Shotaro utter quietly from behind you. 

“Yeah. No wonder.” your lips spread to a small smile, seeing how happy Natty actually is. You just hope Eric isn’t just another guy.

“Hey, Y/n, why’d you pull me out of the cafeteria? I was trying to skin the fried tofu with my tee—”

“Sorry, I just didn’t want to see it —them, I mean.” your friend just stared at you, confused, and it showed on his face. A soft, but bitter laugh came out of your mouth. You figured Shotaro might’ve not seen what you saw, or maybe he didn’t care. “‘You-know-who’ was gonna ask some lucky girl to prom.”

“Really? Lucky?” he promptly shakes his head, and now you’re confused. “I don’t even know why I asked —anyways, I saw Mr.’Funny-Guy’ holding a bouquet. You know, for a second I thought you became Flash and just gave him those and asked him out to prom at ten times speed.” you laugh, and in all honesty just wanting to look past everything you saw, and everything that might’ve or did happen after the two of you ran off.

“Yeah. Very lucky.” Shotaro shook his head again, keeping his eyes on the smile that he could recognize from all the times you have found yourself on a disappointing stand. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but, Eunseok isn’t all that. You can have fun without him. You have Natty —or maybe not her because she’s probably gonna spend time with that guy— me! you have me! and Minji, though I’ve heard someone had asked her out, that's probably why she’s not around right now…”

With pursed lips and crossed arms, you searched for the sense in his words, and when you had found it he was already looking back at you. Tilting your head to the side, you hum, a nod following shortly after. Shotaro was once again confused. 

“Shotaro, how do you feel about going to prom with me?” you almost guffawed when he shrugged.

“Well, my plan was to just stick by you the whole night so we could have fun, so, technically…” he was suddenly stuck. “We’re best friends and all…”

“Yeah, but like, I’m actually asking you to be my date. Since we’re best friends and all.” you mimicked the tone that displaced his playful one when he spoke earlier. He scrunches his nose at you as some sort of counter-attack. 

“Okay. That’s great.” he mirrors your pose and crosses his arms as well, and you both tilt your head at the same time —and it was soon followed by laughter.

Osaki Shotaro is probably the third funniest person I know, or, should he be second? —you jot down on your notes app. You now lay on your bed, just a few nights away from prom. Your notes app became a little get away for you as it was easier to type than to write things down. You swear that the world will burn once someone has seen the things you’ve very diligently typed in the app. It was your safe space, locked away from everyone. Even from Natty. Even from Shotaro. I wonder what I should wear. I wonder what he’s gonna wear, what his date would wear. She for sure said yes. Who wouldn’t? I would, a hundred percent. I’m gonna have to make sure we don’t wear the same dress, not even the same color. What’s a rare color? —your thoughts were a river with no end. It just flowed, especially when you lay alone in your room paying mind to nothing with being in such a secluded and quiet place. You were there, the cold air against your exposed skin, but you would feel nothing of it. You were deep within the depths of your perception. You itched to know. Who was the girl? —and if you were being honest, you missed any signs of him being infatuated with someone else. Who am I kidding? It couldn’t be me.

For the days that followed, you kept your mind on what to wear. Of course, not without crossing paths with Song Eunseok. He seemed his usual self —if not happier. You refuse to see it that way, to accept that whoever she might be, she’s making him twice the smiley guy he is. You’d reunite with Natty and Minji eventually. They asked if you were attending prom night because they’ve heard of the news. It had seemed as if everyone saw it coming. Maybe they are a match. Maybe they just look that good together. Maybe they’re made for each other. 

“Maybe he just asked out a friend, you know, for a friendly date of sorts. Like you and Taro!” as sweet as Natty could be, you just truly wanted to avoid conversations regarding you-know-who. You’d just smile, not sparing her a look.

It was your way of telling people to stop talking about something that upset you, and Shotaro noticed right away even though you were late to catch up on your sides pressed against each other when he scoots closer. “Natty’s right.” he was regretful of that reply, so he’d quickly avert from the topic of you-know-who. “By the way Y/n, what are you gonna wear? the color and stuff, we can match.” your head snaps up, being reminded you should’ve been getting ideas for your outfit instead of being dazed over a boy that has never even bothered to acknowledge your presence. 

“I don’t know yet. I don’t have ideas right now. Do you?” you finally look over to Shotaro, and for a second you’d jolt seeing the tip of your nose and his only a little over an inch from touching. 

He backed away almost instantly with a swift reply of, “I don’t have any either. I mean, it’d be fine by me to take charge if we didn’t have to follow an attire.”

Smack. Timely, you both gasped hearing such a loud sound coming from one of your friend —Minji, who was looking a little more enthusiastic than usual. “I have an idea. Let’s all shop together. Natty and I can work on both of you.”

Natty’s beam infected you when you looked over at her because you knew they got your backs. And that was one thing off your checklist of worries. Only a few hundred more to tick. 

“My mom said she wanted to help you get ready for prom night.” —and with a few flips of a textbook you were already off and walking back home with Shotaro, like usual.

“Really? I mean, I suppose it’d be easier if I was there, then you wouldn’t have to pick me up.” you reply with a slight pout, giving his offer —or rather his mother’s— serious consideration.

“I mean, it could be that or you join us for dinner tonight. I kind of figured Auntie would prefer it if she was the one who helped you, you’re her daughter after all, aren’t you?” your hand came to catch the laughter from your lips as he spoke. A laugh, and a sneeze, to which Shotaro responds with, “Ew.”

“Don’t ‘ew’ me!” his giggles slid through your ears, filling it up with his sweet melody. “Ew.” and of course you had to bite back. 

“What? 'ew' what?” and he kept giggling.

You could only chuckle to yourself, biting down on your bottom lip. “Nothing” you breathe out. 

It couldn’t be just nothing. Or at least he hoped. And so like every rational and mature man, he snatched the hairpin that held your poorly cut bangs from your face and ran. He was lucky it sled off easily. You chased him whilst calling out for his name, threatening him with actions you would never do. You could never. All while he giggled to himself like a little boy. 

♪ ♪ ♪

[A week ago…]

Everyone tends to only consider what’s on the surface of the water, unknowing of the storm that lies underneath the seas.

“What about Shotaro?” “Forget him.”

No apparent aggression, but betrayal could be sensed with the constant fall of his intonation as he continued to speak, “He chose her over us.” and his breath falls along with his hands that got done with smoothing out the wrinkles on his uniform.

“I mean, you would too. Isn’t that why you two got into a fight?” he shrugged at his friend.

And then laughed.

“What’s so funny?” The friend had furrowed eyebrows as he inspected the demeanor of the man before him.

“He’s talking to her everyday now. Me on the other hand?” he looks to his left, the body-length mirror of his room. “I’m so close, yet so far. I don’t even think I amuse her.”

“Why not? you’re Song Eunseok, the funny —and insanely hot guy, come on now.” 

“Yeah. That’s the problem. Funny, insanely… hot?” 

The two laughed in chorus. 

“What’s the point of being so admired by so many people if the one I’ve been admiring doesn’t even give a flying fuck?” Eunseok shook his head as he spoke, facing his mirror and checking his reflection. “If anything she probably hates —no, not hate, but she doesn’t like me. For sure.” he straightens the collar of his shirt. 

“The popular guy stigma.” he laughs at his friend’s sigh, and he replies,

“It’s true for some people. I could see why she might think I’m like them.” he smiled but his movements would be a complete contrast to it as he kept fixing nothing and dusting off nothing on his uniform. “Say we weren’t friends, and you’re a transferee, how would you see me?” he turns around to face his friend who was flummoxed with his sudden question. 

“Well, I’m an extrovert myself, so I’d probably ask you to hang out first and foremost. You’re fine as hell, you’re quite the character.” Eunseok’s eyes traveled to the ground after hearing his friend’s response. He couldn’t quite tell if it was genuine or was just a guise to amuse him. This friend was not like the ones he once had in his life. Not like Shotaro. Not like you. 

“Character?” Eunseok chuckled to himself. “I wonder if this… character was why we grew apart.” 

“You and Shotaro?”

“Yes, and no.” Eunseok’s heavy sigh almost startled the other boy. “I’m talking about the girl.” a silent ‘oh’ was exuded from the boy’s mouth as he watched the other who moved to take a seat next to him. “I don’t get how moving schools cut our ties. Shotaro and I were still friends after I moved. I mean, we were neighbors. But still. Did she really not care about me?” 

“Probably. Girls do that, don’t they?” Eunseok laughed again, with knitted brows this time.

“No. We’ll never know.” he says, running his tongue over his top lip before he continued, “We’re a bunch of dicks. How would we know?”

And they guffawed. 

“Just ask her out to prom. Before Shotaro does.” Eunseok nods at his friend. “I bet you fifty bucks you can get her to say yes empty handed.”

“Dude, it’s not in me to not give her anything.” 

[Present Day]

If I can make you laugh, you’re going to prom with me.

It would’ve been raining diamonds if he was able to carry out his plan. He would make her laugh then she’s all his for prom night, and hopefully for the days that follow. 

But now he stood —oddly quiet— with his friends in a corner shop near school buying whatever shit they had to buy. “Hey nice guy! What's up? Is your mouth glued shut? stapled?” 

One of his friends had laid their arm over his shoulders, tightening his hold when Eunseok didn’t answer immediately. “I’m fine. I think the store ran out of condoms.” the other snorts at his answer, a poor attempt at a joke.

“Do virgins eat condoms?” a loud ‘tsk’ would follow after, “If you’re getting fucked it’s by something up there in your cranium. Tell me.”

Eunseok sighed as he mustered up the guts to tell. “I didn’t get the girl.”  

Surprised, and quite perplexed, his friend removed his arm from him to look him in the eyes saying, “What do you mean? I thought Gaeul said yes?”

“It was never Gaeul.”

“Then who?”

“You.” Eunseok grabs his friend's face, pretending to pull him in for a kiss. His friend —like every straight man— would counteract his actions. 

“Ew dude, I’m not fucking gay, for the last time!”

“It’s always been you.”

Eunseok would let go of his friend hearing another one of their friends approaching as she laughed. “Hi nice guy!”

“And hi to you too, Miss Korea.” the girl giggles at Eunseok’s reply. 

“Is it true? You and Heeseung have been sleeping together?” Eunseok smirked, hearing the girl’s jesting.

“What?” Before Heeseung could speak again, Eunseok butts in with a quip. 

“Oh, yes! But he hides it, he must be ashamed of me —ashamed of loving me!” dramatic, and exaggerated, still it was one for the titters.

“I hate you, Yuna. Have a nice fucking day.” and Heeseung walks out whilst the two continue laughing amongst themselves. 

The cackles died down once the two were left alone as their friends continued to roam the shop.

“Hey, not to be nosy or anything, but did you seriously not mean to ask Gaeul? sorry I just heard —I promise I wasn’t actively listening in.” Yuna even waved her hands in front of her face to dismiss any misinterpretations. 

And with a small smile, Eunseok breathes in to reply to her. “It’s okay. We weren’t exactly being discreet about it at all.” his eyes shifted along the shelves that sandwiched the two of them. “But yeah. I asked Gaeul because, I don’t know, why not?” 

Yuna nods at a broken pace for a couple of seconds as she tries to understand, getting caught up in some holes as she went through what he told her one more time before asking, “So, then, who were you meant to ask?”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s got a date already anyways. I got a date, she got a date, you got a date, everyone gets a date. It’s gonna be fun.” he displays a wide smile, but it was almost robotic in a way that made Yuna huff trying to get over how ridiculous he looked at the moment. “Do you mind me asking about your date Miss Korea?” 

“Well, I was hoping this guy would ask me. But I don’t think he had me in mind at all. But yeah, I’m going with Sungchan, you're going with Gaeul, we all have dates. Let’s be happy.” Eunseok chuckled at the way her voice imitated his in some way. 

“Yeah. Let’s be happy.”

♪ ♪ ♪

It’s been an hour or two of Natty and Minji flitting around the boutique to find you and Shotaro some nice outfits for prom night. The theme? “Retro romance.”

“It’s fun but I feel like there could be better themes. There’d be dozens of polkadot skirts, I can already see it.” Natty mumbles in between picking out a few dresses for you to try on. She holds out a shirt dress, yellow with hints of white in a gingham pattern. “This is pretty retro, right? we could pair it with a belt and a skimmer hat with a purple ribbon.” Natty scans the piece of clothing, moving closer to you and holding it out next to your figure. 

Your head snaps instantly when you hear an utterance next to you, “It looks cute.” Shotaro was a bit taken aback with how all three of you stopped just to look at him just because of his short little comment.

Minji approached, coming from a section of the boutique just a little farther from where the three of you were. She came walking with a few items at hand. It was a plain long sleeve shirt, white, a plaid suit vest —in the same color as the dress Natty held—, and some flared trousers in a darker shade of yellow, just a little muted. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, you guys need to get into the fitting rooms right now!” you giggled at the way Natty gushed and rushed to get you and Shotaro on your feet. 

Her giggles were all it took for you and Shotaro to speed to the fitting rooms. Once the dress went over your head and the skirt settled against your bare legs, your hands traced the shape of your waist seeing how perfectly the dress fits and hugs your body. You loved how the color complemented your skin. Like a perfect painting, freshly polished. You walked out of the fitting room, eyes glued to the flow of the skirt. Once your feet have crossed the line that separated the fitting room from the rest of the boutique, your eyes land on the floor. Your lone feet were now joined by another pair dressed in white Nike air force 1s.

Looking up to your right, smiling eyes greet your own. “Sho, you look dapper!” your exclaim lifted the corners of his mouth to their highest point. 

“Wait till I get my hair done.” he says with his chest up and then playfully biting his lower lip. 

You laugh at his face, slightly shoving him from where he stood with a light push. He —very gently— bumps his shoulder onto yours, causing you to tilt a tad. With a little chortle, you tell him, “You don’t really need to get it done. It looks good the way it is.” as you ruffle his hair.

He lets out a giggle, so soft and gleeful. “Whatever you say, pretty.”

Walking back to your friends, from a distance, their eyes welcomed the two of you. Their compliments almost fell from the end of their tongues. A gasp leaped over Natty’s words, her hand rushing to catch her breath. “You look cute together!” and you almost gagged from all the cooing. As opposed to you, Shotaro just smiled, his eyes were smiling too. Smiling at you. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary —you’d convince yourself. But your cognition went offbeat when you met his eyes, and yours would hastily look around for something, anything to subside the feeling that was simmering from within you. 

You were thankful that Minji made her comment before anyone noticed. “You look like twin bananas.” your face would scrunch up, and she’d slightly repel, speaking again, “I was trying to say the colors looked cute!” you hear Shotaro’s giggle again. Instinctively, you peered at him. Your best friend.

He used to be your best friend too. 

“Y/n?” 

You shook your head, your lips forming the best smile you could pull out of your blues. You raised your brows at your best friend who had called you out of your thoughts. “I like these outfits. Let’s get them, yeah?”

“Yeah. I like them too.” he nods along with his words. “Told you you’d look great in anything!” he gently nudges at you when he spews the acclaim.

Just days before he assured you that finding a decent outfit would be no problem, emphasizing that “you already look good with just our school uniform on.” —you’d dispense a hearty cackle, though, you knew he must’ve been sincere with it all, you only intended to humor the situation. All for the sake of not having to foster thoughts about everything he’s said to and done for you for the past two weeks after the ‘you-know-who incident’. 

All the while ‘you-know-who’ feigned folly. It was the only way he could ever allow himself to overlook the facts that unfolded from across the street in front of him. The fact that her happiness radiated in high magnitudes. The fact that she laughed with someone else, wore stupid banana-colored matching outfits with someone else —that she laughed with that guy as if he was the greatest comedian she knew. It was the fact that she was happier without him, and that he could never make her laugh like whilst she held on her tummy as her face formed creases of joy. She was only on her way out when he saw her. It’s the happiest he’s ever seen her. No matter how much he loathed the cause of your glee, seeing her smile, grin and giggle made him float to the skies. He daydreamed about what it could sound like, her laughter. Must be delightful with how tightly the other guy had clutched onto her hand. Eunseok looked away before he could fall any deeper. He crossed the road, and her too. He caught a whiff of her almond saffron perfume, and he fished for her gaze only to be met with the eyes he despised the most. “Osaki Shotaro pisses me off.”

Eunseok was now in a cafe to meet up with Gaeul for the first time ever since asking her out to prom —impulsively. She was yet to arrive, so he got on the phone with his dear friend Yeonjun. “We know, we know. But if you’re that competitive why don’t you make moves huh?” Eunseok breathes out a scoff after hearing Yeonjun’s taunting.

“If you knew me at all, you know i’m all but competitive.” Eunseok kept his gaze on the bell above the door, any moment from then it could sound Gaeul’s arrival, not that it was enough for him to pay mind to. 

“Yeah, you’re all that, aren’t you?” Yeonjun tittered from the other line. He calmed himself down at an instant when he realized that Eunseok was shut quiet. “You know, Sungchan told me something about his sister, Y/n.” Eunseok had parted his lips, but was unable to utter his next words —those which he had trouble finding— so Yeonjun spoke again, “He said she liked one of her best friends back then. It could be you or Shotaro, but what if it’s been you all along?”

Foot tapping at a pained tempo, Eunseok almost choked holding back a guffaw. “Me? Was I the one she’s been hanging out with? was I the one by her side when her dog died? or when she received such a shitty exchange gift when she had spent loads of time and money for her gift?” Eunseok swore he could see Yeonjun with pursed lips. 

The bell sounded just as Yeonjun replied, “It’s not entirely impossible—” *phone beeps* Eunseok ends the phone when Gaeul greets him with heart eyes. Like every girl would. 

It didn’t make sense to Eunseok. Every other girl liked him, stared at him for too long sometimes. You were —in his world— every girl. You were the girl that laughed at him when he skinned his knee while he raced against the wind with his bicycle. You were the girl that gave him your frosted animal crackers when he left his lunch box at home. You were the girl that hid her face when she cried after he had told her that he was moving away with his family. You were the girl that pretended not to recognize him at the themepark when he came around to visit again. You were the girl who continued to shun him everyday now that you were in the same highschool. You were all that —and more— to him. You were every girl in his life, in his story, in the little sit-com he lived in.

“So, what do you plan on taking for college?” he stared at the girl who queried him, though it was not clear to her —nor to himself what exactly he was staring for, or at rather. 

Eunseok clears his throat, digging around in his mind for the answer, “I plan to take a b-a —uh, public relations.” he chuckled seeing how she fought the grimace from spreading throughout her face. “Sorry if i’m not the computer science or architecture typa guy.”

Gaeul quickly wards off any misunderstandings by hastily shaking her head as she utters, “Sorry, I just haven’t heard that from anyone before. In fact, I'm quite unfamiliar with it.” he leisurely nods, his teeth subtly digging into his bottom lip at the last rise of his head. “Would you mind explaining it to me? your career path and all.”

He raised his brows, a low chuckle, barely audible, was trapped behind his pressed lips. “No, not at all.” maybe, just maybe, he could get his head out of the past, the memories of you. You. Maybe after he’s gotten to know this girl that actually acknowledged his presence and seemed to be genuinely curious to seek for what’s beyond his social persona. The talk was definitely long enough for their lava-hot coffee cups to run cold. And surprisingly for him, there was more gained than said.

♪ ♪ ♪ 

Prom night came around, but before it did you made sure to avoid crossing paths with him, or taking turns at the wrong corners and run into him and Gaeul —again. You were never able to be verbal with how grateful you were that Shotaro had been sticking to you ever since you’ve gone to the boutique. His puns and your exchanged banters drew your attention away from Eunseok. 

At prom night, Shotaro picked you up with his dad’s car. You scrambled around looking for your purse when you saw him from outside your living room window. He leaned his back against the driver’s seat door, waiting and anxiously fiddling with his fingers. You released a deep exhale once you were faced with your front door. Shotaro stared at the door mat, and when he saw that bright yellow skirt flowing with the cold wind of the night, he gazed up. His eyes lit up as if they had sparklers in them. He had seen you in this dress before —at the boutique, but somehow the atmosphere and the anticipation of taking your hand in his and dancing with you on the dance floor all night made him feel like it was his first time ever trying to catch your eyes behind that beige skimmer hat you wore. 

With only a few five steps distancing the two of you, you greet him. “Hi.”

“Hello.” after a minute of —unnecessary— loud silence, you both burst out laughing. “I’m Shotaro, and this pretty girl’s name would be?...”

Your hands settled on your waist, tilting your head —and finally locking your eyes with his. Your lips would curve into a small smile, giving into his little roleplay. “The name's Y/n.” you hold your hand out for a handshake, and you receive it in no time.

“Well, good eve Miss Y/n. It’s my first time seeing you around here, perhaps you’re from out of town?” you suppress your giggle, lips pursed as you composed yourself.

“I could say the same about you.” he chuckles at you, eyes all smiley, like always.

“It doesn’t have to matter pretty, would you dance with me tonight?” he asks with raised brows, and a voice silk like whiskey. 

Though his voice caused a short stagnation with your breathing, you cleared your throat, hoping that would ease the one-sided tension. Then suddenly, you gasped, “And for you to expect me to go out with a stranger? how bold!” and very dramatically too.

His eyes dilated, again, laughing against his lips. He gradually pulled his occupied hands from behind his back at the same pace at which he spoke. “Maybe, a little gift would change your mind?” and by then, a bouquet of chocolates —your favorite kind— was being waved, just slightly, right in front of you. 

“What? I thought you were saving up? those are expensive!” a hefty load of air went through your nose, taking in the sweet scents of cocoa and sugar.

“Not really expensive, just pricey—”

“Same thing!” Shotaro’s chest was struck by your gentle hand, and he’d hold it there. Your palm was pressed against his heartbeat. You kept your eyes on your hand as you felt for the thumps on his chest. It was paced and certainly not calm. “Sho… you okay?”

With your gaze up at him and a flick of your lashes, his hand found its way on top of yours. And for a while, he’d clasp onto your hand, his grip growing tighter with every count of a second. He gently guides your hand off his chest, lowering it on level with your waist. “I’m taking that as a yes, pretty.” he utters softly as he guides you to the passenger seat of the car. 

Once you were seated, you stared straight ahead, not minding Shotaro who went around again to get into the driver’s seat. You anxiously fiddled with the fabric of your skirt, and once you heard the driver’s seat door close, you patted down the cloth and smoothened it with your hands. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” the boy beside you asks, and you —obviously— had thoughts running in your head by the looks of your eyes alone. 

“Yeah, it’s just…” you were quite embarrassed to admit, “I don’t get why I’m like this either, but…” but it’s nothing Shotaro hadn’t heard from you, right? “I don’t know if I’ll enjoy it if I saw him there with another girl. I’m sorry, Sho.”

You watched as Shotaro’s hands took grasp of the wheel, his thumb grazing against the leather ever so slightly. “Prom is not about Song Eunseok. We can very much enjoy it without seeing him at all. How about we just pretend he doesn’t exist for the night? how’s that sound?” He was calm, and so sweet sounding. He held out his hand with his palm facing the sky, offering to ease your worries. 

You took this offer, just for the sake of feeling better and getting your mind off of who wasn’t there for you, and who hasn’t been for eight years. “Thank you, Sho.”

Now his thumb grazed over the skin of your hand. “Anytime. You know I love you, right?” 

“I know, you’ve been telling me that since we were kids.” you giggled at each other, before the engine started and you were both off to prom night.

♪ ♪ ♪

For most of the night, you stuck by Shotaro —as promised— and you two danced, even though you were quite the dancer yourself, he urged you to join him. It was fun, even more so for him. He was so kind to you tonight, so gentle. Well, he’s Shotaro, and he’s made you smile, giggle, titter with his little jokes, his compliments, his smile. 

“Thank you for tonight.” you were sitting at an empty table. You had laid your head on your date’s shoulder as your eyes wandered around the scattered bunch of attendees dancing the night away.

Prom king and queen were to be announced after the current song, you heard from one of the other attendees. “Thanks to you too. I had loads of fun.” the back of his hand gently bumps against yours. You caught the signal, placing your hand on top of his palm. He closes in on your hand, and opens it again, then closes, and opens again, “Look, it’s an alligator.” he giggles right into your ear, continuing the closing and opening motion as he brings your entwined hands to your face. 

“Sho!” you breathe out as a laugh follows shortly. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not what an alligator looks like.”

“Oh, okay then.” he removed his hand from underneath yours, and soon your palms touched each other. You very carefully lift your head from his shoulder, and your eyes land on his face, observing the way his nose scrunched up when he started playing with your hands. “How about this?” he lifts your hands to your face again, showing the little alligator he had created with your joint hands. 

And then your eyes meet. Your smile was so soft, as well as your eyes. He thought he was going to melt into a puddle. He just hoped nothing would ruin this serene view. You’re so delicate and beautiful. The night went exactly like how he planned —for the most part. You two were all smiles and laughs when your sides were pressed against each other or when your hands were connected. But one instance of you separating to get drinks for both you and him, he wasn’t expecting you to come back with tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. It was his instinct to always be there for you, and so he rushed to take you in his arms. It hurt him that you weakly tried to fight off his embrace, but then you broke into a sob and meekly laid your weight onto him. His hand encloses yours as he takes you back to the car. He thought about driving you home, so you can rest and feel better. But he took a turn away from where you lived.

“Where are we going, Sho?” your dainty voice pricked his heart.

“Just, somewhere.” 

He didn't let go of your hand till he took you home, but until then, you both sat by the riverside with juice boxes and convenience store sandwiches. 

“What’s wrong with me? he doesn’t even care about me, or you —at least not anymore.” you munched on the cold sandwich salted with your own tears as you spoke. 

“Well, at least he doesn’t hate us, right? and look, I’m pretty sure if you asked him for help, or a favor or something, he won’t refuse.” Shotaro had his eyes on you only, even if he had asked you to take a breather and watch the river flow. He sighs softly, seeing your gloomy eyes blinked continuously to fight off the tears. “Friends grow apart, it really isn’t his fault he found friends he enjoyed being around with more than—”

“More than us. Yeah, I get it.” a bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you gulped as a single tear trickled down to the side of your face. 

Shotaro was quick to not let it run down to your neck, wiping it off with a gentle touch to your face. You took a hold of his wrist, calmy removing his hand from your face and moving it to let it settle on his lap, but before you could let go of him, he brought your hand back in his with one swift motion. Your eyes grew wider than before, blinking a few more times as you held eye contact. 

“Can I ask for a favor?” you blinked one more time at his question. 

“Yes Sho.”

“I know you like Eunseok —still, and I know you don’t have it in you to just forget him, especially when we used to be the best of friends.” 

You took a stuttered breath, eyeing Shotaro’s fingers as he drew shapes on your hand. 

“But please, forget him.” and another stuttered breath. “It doesn’t have to be now —what I’m trying to say is, if he managed to stop looking out for you, I won’t. No matter what happens.” your eyes soften, keeping it locked with his. “Even if you say no to my favor.”

You raised your brows, visibly confused. “Isn’t the favor to forget about him?”

You felt his grip on your hand tighten, and you could see the movement in his throat as he gulped. 

“Y/n, can I court you?”

♪ ♪ ♪

[Earlier that night…]

“And now, for prom king…”

It was undoubtedly,

“Song Eunseok!”

Great. Just great. Eunseok badly wanted to just drown in the crowds of people, but instead he allowed himself to be pushed onstage by his friends. And there he stood, next to the prom queen —thankfully, it was Yuna, and not just some other girl. The girl seemed to be ecstatic, giving Eunseok a high-five. Still, after being crowned and a brief photoshoot session, he hurried back to his date who wore rosey cheeks and a shy smile. 

“Hi prom king.” She greets him as he gets closer.

Once he was right in front of her, she wrapped her arms around her neck. He wasn’t surprised, not until she got on her tiptoes to place her lips on his. Just for a short while. 

“I like you, Eunseok.” he blinked once, biting onto his bottom lip.

He couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but suddenly his head was brought up —just above Gaeul’s head— where from a distance, he spotted you. Looking so sweet, so flawless in that yellow shirt dress. He loved how you just walked around with that smile he’d always daydream about. In those five seconds of him marveling in the sight of you, he never realized you were looking right at him, then at the shorter girl in front of him. And with a blink of an eye, you were gone. 

“Eunseok?” he cleared his throat, finally looking back at Gaeul. 

He ponders for a while, and he looks up again. Then he meets another pair of eyes. It belonged to the arms that held you that night as you sobbed. 

“I like you too.”

It was all too late, wasn’t it? There was no way Shotaro hadn’t already planned to ask you out after tonight. Right?

[Two weeks later…]

“How’s it with Gaeul?” Eunseok shook his head at his friend’s query, almost laughing at the tone of his question. 

“We’re fine, Chenle.” he replies with a slight sigh, which only drove his friend to question him more. 

“Yeah, yeah. But, are you really over… you know.” Chenle brought his eyes to the side.

Eunseok knew better than to look at where his friend’s eyes laid on, instead he’d just answer him, “I’m not. But it wouldn’t hurt to try. Besides, doesn’t she look happier?” 

“She does.” he almost broke into a pit of laughter with how fast Chenle responded to his words. 

“She really does.” Eunseok would repeat to himself, only very subtly looking over at your direction.

So close, yet so far. And now, completely out of reach. He watched from the other end of the hallway as you unload your locker, and right next to you was Shotaro who held everything you took out of it, filling his hands. After closing your locker, you’d take half of what he held. Then you laughed. To this day Eunseok was still curious. Did your laugh sound any different after eight years?

“Bro, don’t you think you’ve been looking for too long?” 

Eunseok finally parts his eyes from your sight, looking back at his friend with the smile he always wore around school, the one that no one could ever really tell whether it’s superficial or genuine.  

“What do you mean? It’s only been eight minutes.”

And eight years. 

♪ ♪ ♪

Highschool went by like a fly, so irritating that it lingered for a while. But you were happy that even though you’ve taken a dozen bites, you were still able to be the luckiest of the lucky. Especially with him by your side. Maybe it was too early to speak on things, but you are in your second year of college now, and he’s never stopped looking out for you. So you did the same for him. 

“Hey Sho?” you spoke into your phone after the ringing stopped. 

“Hi Y/n! sorry I can’t join you for lunch, but for dinner we’ll definitely—” he was cut off by your soft chuckle, finding himself freezing up for a second.

“I know Sho, you told me last night. So that’s why—” you took the steps up to his department’s building, stopping by the glass doors. “I’m here to drop off your lunch.”

“Lunch? Wait, I’m running down right now!”

“Entrance two.”

“Entrance two, got it —what did you get?”

“I cooked!”

“You cooked? holy shit, okay.”

You purse your lips as you suppress your laughter, and within under a minute, you see him running from the inside towards the transparent doors. He rushed out of the doors, greeting you with a hug. You were both giggling against each other. 

“Sho!” you almost dropped the lunch bag when he spun you once. 

His eyes smiled at you —like always— once he’s let go of you. You wore a wide smile, biting your lip as you extended your arm to give him the lunch bag. “This is way better than take out.”

You chortle and shake your head. “How would you know? you haven’t even tasted it yet!”

“I’ve tasted your ramen!”

“Instant ramen doesn’t count!” 

You wished you could just bask in each other’s little banters and laughs, but eventually he had to go back to finish what he was working on. 

“Natty will join us for dinner, she and Eric had another fight.” you tell him as you fixed his collar a bit. 

“Again? What's going on with Eric?” you shrugged at him, finally smoothing out his shirt. 

“Nobody knows.”

You understood why people fought, that sometimes, even the smallest things on the surface could indeed be plunged deeper than the depths of the oceans. Now all you could hope is for the couple to reconcile. You knew them both well enough by now to tell that both of them mean well at the end of the day and in some way are just trying to protect each other. 

That’s why at dinner, you were all eyes and ears for Natty as she went on with the details of how everything went down, and you held her hand seeing that it was difficult for her to let it all out. By the end of the day, she’d thank you and Shotaro, and the two of you would be left in the confines of your apartment complex. The talk lasted for longer than what you’d expect —not that you mind— and when you looked out the window, the sky was black and blank. The street lamps were all lit, coloring the streets amidst the darkness. You breathe in once, turning around, only to be met with Shotaro who was getting ready to go home. From what you can recall, he wasn’t gonna be busy for a while. 

“Sho?” his head snaps up from his shoelaces that he was only getting started to tie back up. He hummed you a reply, smiling so dearly and letting his eyebrows rise a tad. “Can I ask you a favor?”

He was a bit taken aback at your question, but he could never say no. “Yeah, of course! "What is it, pretty?”

That feeling you felt back at that old boutique was coming back to you, and in its fullest form. No longer something you would ward off and ignore, but something you wanted to accept and embrace. You thought maybe you were somewhat a bit standoffish, not being able to see through your best friend’s compliments and cute little nicknames —not to mention everything he’s done for you. You thought it was kind of funny. Then, it only took you eight seconds to spot Eunseok within a crowd, but it took you eight years to realize that your bestest friend of all saw you more than a best friend. Funny how you’ve kept Eunseok name at the top of your ‘funniest people I know’ list when no one had ever made you laugh as much as Shotaro did. You made a mental note to yourself to edit that later on, but for now,

“Stay for tonight. It’s quite late.” you glanced over to your wall clock. “A quarter till twelve.”

His eyes shifted around for a while, like he was looking for his answer around the space of your home. “If it’s fine with you, I would —but really, I can go home just fine. I can call you while I walk home.”

You chuckled, taking in his wide open eyes and slightly parted lips. You subtly chew on your bottom lip for a second before telling him, “I want you to stay, Sho.” 

He was a frozen stick of butter by the time those words left your mouth. And he’d let himself melt when you came close to remove his scarf off of him. He removes his shoes, then his coat. And for a while you both stood in front of your door, just staring at each other before laughing at each other's faces —with no particular reason. He takes both of your hands, keeping them warm with his own. 

“Now, about the favor…” your eyes shy away from him as he tilts his head.

He fishes for your eyes, asking, “Wasn’t this the favor?” a soft giggle escapes his mouth just as he finishes speaking. 

You can’t help but giggle too. This time you look him right in the eyes. “Sho, we’ve been best friends for fourteen years.” he gulped at your words, feeling a little nervous with the way you spoke. “And you’ve been courting me for two years.”

“And a half.” he sheepishly adds. 

You breathe out a laugh, “And a half.” you mumble as you intertwine your fingers with his. “I think we should stop being best friends.”

You can’t help but laugh at the way his face contorts at what you said. “Wait, what?” “Wait, what I’m trying to say is…” you both utter at the same time, still being mindful of your volume —you had neighbors after all. 

“Can I be your girlfriend already?” 

You were smothered with a hug, tiny pecks and his sweet giggles. The next thing you know, you were laying on your bed, all cuddled up against each other. He caresses your hair, something he’s always wanted to do. 

“You know we can be together and be best friends at the same time, right?” he whispered to your ear, holding you closer to him. 

You only hummed a reply to him, feeling too tired to open your eyes or speak up. You’d hear one last giggle and feel strands of your hair being moved out from your face before you drifted to sleep. 

♪ ♪ ♪

[Eight months later…]

It was a busy day. You were lined up to seize an opportunity of a lifetime, and you haven’t even graduated college. You were hopeful that they might consider your talents. A wise man by the name of Shotaro once said, “Fashion design is your thing, you can do it! I bet twenty.” you really hope you’d lose that twenty bucks. 

“Y/n?” you were spooked for a second, it’s a familiar voice. “Hi!” and a very familiar face.

“Gaeul?” your eyes dilated at the sight of her. 

She’s just as pretty as the last time you saw her. “Long time no see!” she opened her arms, inviting you in for a small hug, which you accepted gleefully. “How have you been?”

That single question brought you to lunch with her, and of course you had to bring Shotaro along. 

“I’ve always thought you two looked cute together, I’m glad to see the both of you happy.” she gives both of you a soft smile. 

“Thanks, well, how about you? still with Eunseok?” you quietly gasp, stilling yourself in your seat but still knitting your brows at your boyfriend. 

You felt that neither of you were really in the place to ask about her love life. “No, it’s okay!” Gaeul’s assurance helped calm your nerves. ���I’m single.”

The two of you just nod, and you found that it was best to not pay much mind to it anymore. You engaged in constant conversation throughout your whole time eating, it was all very wholesome, and you were happy that Gaeul was making steps to achieving her dreams just like you were. The talk about relationships seemed to have sinked, well, not until Shotaro had to excuse himself in the bathroom.

“We were never together —at least it didn’t feel like it.” Gaeul’s utterance caught you off guard. You fell silent all of a sudden, and she noticed. “It never felt real. I cut ties with him after three weeks. And then he told me that—” she flicked her tongue over her top lip for a short while, “He liked you.” 

You took a second to take a sip of water, gulping like you were drinking thick sand.  

Despite parting with smiley farewells, her words dropped a heavy load on you. You carried it till you got back to your apartment and got settled on your bed. It was so heavy that you dropped it all on him, at a seemingly random moment. 

“She said he had a picture of me from our 8th grade yearbook in his pocket.” 

What you had shared with Shotaro struck him like livid thunder. He didn’t expect that Eunseok’s feelings for you would persist. He just wondered if it’s still there. But he could only hope for the best. Even after the whole conflict of two best friends liking the same girl —who also happened to be their best friend too— Shotaro still cared for Eunseok, even if he seemed entirely indifferent to him.

But it didn’t have to matter anymore. You chose him. He’s the one in your home, on your bed, always by your side, never to leave you.

♪ ♪ ♪

[Eight years later…]

What was once a small, dull colored room with faulty curtains and ugly flooring became a shared bedroom, in your shared house with the love of your life. Where the sunshine seeps at dawn, and the moon peeks at your dreaming bodies at night. It felt wonderful. Love felt so wonderful. Shortly after moving in together, you adopted a dog. You didn’t get that opportunity with that one clothing line back then, but now, you owned a line of your own. Your life couldn’t be anymore complete. 

Even if it wasn’t perfect. The flaws only proved your happiness to be real. After a night of too much alcohol at your highschool reunion, Shotaro would tell you exactly why he stopped talking to Eunseok. He cried about it all, saying that he knew all along that you two liked each other. But you were all over it now, and it was Shotaro who’s been by your side. Not everyone was able to attend that reunion —because apparently they were too successful to be there.

Yuna, you knew she was a friend of Eunseok. She approached the two of you at your table, greeting the both of you with a warm smile. “My boyfriend’s having a stand-up show this saturday, I was hoping the two of you could come. In fact, he wanted me to invite you guys.” then you were given two tickets for the venue. 

There weren’t any other details, the ticket was white, with not much but the title of the show. 

The next morning, you’d discuss it with Shotaro on the dinner table. You were sitting next to each other, his arm wrapped around your waist and his head resting on top of yours. “The time is pretty tricky, I have work scheduled at that time.” he plants a kiss on your temple before continuing to speak, “You should definitely go though! I’ll pick you up after, then —remember that dog cafe I told you about? we have to visit it after.” 

You giggled, looking up at him. He couldn’t resist by then, and would lower himself a bit to kiss you. And it wasn't a short one, more like a twenty-minute film. Nonetheless, it was beautiful, and you’ve never felt so loved. 

That Saturday, you went to the venue alone, but not without having the sweetest breakfast of your life with your lover. Pancakes with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and a few berries, and of course, a cup of coffee before proceeding to your own schedules for the day. 

You took the bus on the way there since Shotaro had to leave earlier. The show was a little later in the afternoon. 

When you got there, you looked for any familiar faces, but it was only when you got seated that Yuna came and sat down next to you. You two greet each other with inviting smiles, and a few minutes before the show starts, you’d converse and catch up a bit, after all, it’s been eight years.

“Gentlemen.” a voice echoed throughout the room. 

When you looked up at the stadium, “Gentlemen, may I have your attention —and ladies, I know I already got you.” 

What a surprise. And it was a pleasant one at that. He fits this line of profession. He seemed to enjoy being up there, talking and joking about whatever. It was just like meeting him all over again. He’s just being himself up there. Your best friend from childhood, that sadly didn’t even make it till middle school. Now, you were finally able to laugh at his jests, sometimes stopping for a while to process what he was saying. Still, the atmosphere was light and fun. The audience was truly alive, and so were you. 

At one point, he started talking about his girlfriend. Not quite hard for you to figure out since you remember Yuna mentioning at your reunion party that you were being invited to this show by her boyfriend, Song Eunseok.

“So, I finally decided to do something about it. I bought one of those electric blankets. Problem solved, right? Wrong. Now, our bed is divided like the Korean Demilitarized Zone. She’s over there toasty warm, and I’m on my side sweating like a marathon runner in a sauna. But you know what? I wouldn't trade her for anything. Because at the end of the day, it just gives me another reason to hold her close and keep her warm. And that, my friends, is how you win brownie points with your girlfriend.”

You can’t help but share a laugh with Yuna, letting her hold on to your shoulder as she titters. 

Eunseok saw you, how could he not when you were sitting next to his girlfriend. He was only a bit curious about Shotaro’s absence.

You’d explain it to him at the end of the show, “Sho’s got work, but he’s coming to pick me up.” you both stood just outside the venue, at the side of the building with a little less people going around.

“Sho? What happened to Taro?” Eunseok raised a single brow, and you’d chuckle. 

“Because you used to call him Taro.” you reply with a slight smile.

“Right.” he nods, his pace decreasing gradually as he tries to reach for something at the back of his tongue, “I’m just curious, did you actually hate me back then? like, when I moved and stuff.”

You chuckle a little louder, leaving him puzzled. “I liked you. I just avoided you. I just thought you didn’t care anymore.” you answer so simply, shrugging towards the end of your sentence.

“I thought you hated me, that’s why I wasn’t talking to you.” you took a sharp breath through your nose when he finished speaking. 

Then suddenly you both snort at the whole thing.

“It’s funny.”

“It really is.”

As your laughter died down, he’d clear his throat to ask you, “So, are you and Taro married?” you could see his eyes locked on the ring on your finger. 

“Engaged.” you nod, and he imitates your action. 

“Wow. I should propose to Yuna right now.” your eyes widened an inch, he could be joking, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did. Besides, you could tell how much he loved his girlfriend just by that one ment he did earlier at the show.

“So suddenly?”

“Yeah, so then we’d be even!” 

It reminded you of a time in your childhood where you’d share your food with him because he forgot his lunchbox. You usually gave him more food, just cause you could, but then he’d give some back to you and he’d say, “Now we’re even.” it pulled on your heartstrings, but now you kinda wish you gave him just a piece or two of your animal crackers —and maybe two sips of your apple juice when the weather’s nice. 

“I’m afraid I'd scare her off and she’d say no.” 

“Really?” —you truly were a bit shocked that he was worried about being rejected. “Well, I believe she’ll say yes.”

“Really?” he imitates you again —the tone of your voice, “What makes you think that?”

You gave yourself a few seconds to think about what you were gonna answer to him. Suddenly you remember what you’ve written in your notes app. The funniest people I know. 1. Osaki Shotaro, 2. My dad, 3. Natty… he was off the list, but now, maybe it was for good reason. He was always known for being funny, now he has built a career out of it. Maybe, he was the greatest comedian of all. 

“You might just be the greatest comedian I know.” 

He laughs at your declaration of his greatness with his hands in his pocket, “I’m probably the only comedian you know.” —and more laughter.

He appreciated that you thought he was the greatest comedian. But as he looked back on the past, a past that was once painful, full of regret and missed opportunities, where you missed each other and realized only later in life. That period of your life would still prove to be pivotal. Right person, wrong time? maybe, but what else could it be other than silly memories when you find yourselves laughing about it. You’ve already settled for a love that you both deserve, a love that mended your hearts. It was all for the better, no matter how downcast all of it may seem. Worth a laugh, and a good story. 

The story started with oblivion, and a bouquet of flowers you never received, but it ends with two pairs of engagement rings, and two pairs of smiling hearts. That’s four people —in case you missed it. 

God did a great job writing their fate. And to Eunseok, God is the greatest comedian of all.

End.

cheers to a hundred peeps!! :3

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

I'm settling into middle age and I kinda hate it. I know there's some guys who enjoy the struggle though. So, could you maybe swap me with an old man who wants it? The fatter, the better, the balder, the better. I want to skip straight to retirement.

Woah for real ? I mean. Id that’s what you want I won’t judge. I’m sure I can convince some old man to swap plac…..oh look I found one.

You’re sitting on the couch while I finalize the paperwork needed to make this happen and then I look at you. “ you sure you want this?” I look you up and down and you just look back same and with out hesitation you say “yes. Make me an old fat bald fuck!” I just laugh and tell you that you won’t be bald exactly but you will be…well. You’ll figure it out. “So my dear man. What I’ve done here is a bit of a trait swap of sorts. Over the next day or so you’re going to be going through some massive changes. And I mean MASSIVE. You’re going to be swapping traits with a man I’ve had on a wait list for a while. Someone who wanted to be younger. I would offer more information but… well you’ll find out”. You stand up and instantly sway on your feet. “Woahhh” you say as you head is dizzy. I just laugh. “Yeah…that happened to him. It also doesn’t help that you’ve failed 10 pounds since I started this..”. You feel you stomach and it feels a larger than normal. “I would buy some larger clothes. … I would suggest ….lets just say the biggest they have. And I’d get them before you go home…”. Leaving my office you take my warning and go to the clothing store next door and you buy the largest clothes they have. 5xl t shirt and a pair of since 60x30 pants. The cashier was wondering why you were buying them since you were so tiny and you just laughed and said “I plan to gain a little weight” you were both laughing at the joke. Her note realizing how serious you were but it needed when you laugh turned to a raspy cough and when you said goodbye your voice was older. Like that of a 62 year old man. Leaving the store your shirt is tight and your stomach is already poking out in Front of you. But the time you make it home your shoes are already time. Damnit you forgot to get some shoes. Goes by the way your gaining weight you should have got some crocs or something. Your shirt feels as though it’s suffocating you and you take it off. Only to be met with an extremely hairy torso. Everyone of you is covered in hair now. Arms. Chest. Shoulders and back. It’s like looking at a sweater. One you can’t take off. One that the kids made fun off all the time. And under it all was a protruding gut that wasn’t there before. And some saggy moobs.

You can’t beleive this is all happening and so fast!! You take off your pants. Because they are so tight and uncomfortable. Even doing that proves to be a chore for you at this size. You sit down on the couch and you can feel you back hair filling in. You look down and see the hair on you stomach turning. Grey and you can’t help but get hard. Taking your socks off you can see that your feet are getting older and it looks like some varicose veins are showing up on your legs. Hard to see under the thing hair that is turning great but it’s there. You scratch you face and you can feel that your face has gotten fatter. You guess that you had to be at least 50 now or so. Far from the 40 you previously. But that’s all. You wait for more changes to happen but it doesn’t seem like anything is happening. You keep going to the mirror to check but you do t see anymore changes happening. Every time you are disappointed and cuss. “Damnit I thought there would be some more changes by now!” You decide to go outside on your patio to sit in the sun. Annoyed that the changes have stopped. Still you are please with the 10 years you were able to gain. Sitting in the chair you lean back and you fall asleep. But that’s what it took. You body needed to rest. It takes a lot to change a man. When you wake up you look down to see that nothing else has change but when you feel it. Leaning forward you can feel you stomach slowly pushing you backward. Looking down you are shocked. It’s happening! You stomach is literally growing right before you eyes!! You neck gets fatter as you body continues to swell. You gut grows so large that it will cause you to waddle for the rest of your life. Sweat stains will be on everything. You really should have got some slip on shoes you think to yourself because there is no way you’ll ever be reaching you old man feet again. And your snitch now as the fat continues to swell and hair continues to grow. You eye site turns to garbage and you’ll need glasses from here on out. When you feel the changes stop you’ll be lucky to fit on those 5xl shirts.

You manage to get out of the chair with great struggle. And waddle to the house. You’re so large with all this added fat. You sit on the couch and struggle to put one day leg in each hole. You stand up and struggle. Struggle with all your might to pull the once oversized pants up. And you find that they are too small. Your mouth falls from shock realizing that you now have a waist size larger than 60. And even though you could see it. You could feel it. You were dripping pre cum on you feet from being so horny from all the changes you went through to be this old fat fuck of a man.

[aestheticaltcow]

What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

A four-part series about a drunken mistake and realizations starring our favorite neurotic chef.

Part 1 - Those are legal?

“I’m sorry, what do you mean ‘I’m married’?” Ellie questioned the FBI agent in front of her. “Well, with Jack’s security clearance, we took his marriage license application very seriously. Elanor Marks, you’ve been married to a man named Carmen Berzatto for the past eight years.”. Ellie turned to look at Jack, who was just as dumbfounded as her, “You two got married in 2016 at Quickie Vows in Las Vegas.” the agent handed Jack a folder. “Here’s all the information, sir.” Jack nodded without saying anything. 

“How did you not know you were married?” Jack laughed as he got into bed that night, “I didn’t think those Vegas weddings were like real marriages.” Ellie sighed, sinking deeper into their mattress. Jack frowned, realizing just how upset his fiance was, “Hey, get over here.” he opened his arms. Ellie sighed and scooted closer to him in bed, “This is one of the things I love about you, Ellie. You’re spontaneous and eclectic. You love life and have never said no to anything.” he kissed her head making Ellie sink deeper into his chest. “When I met you in Germany, I knew you were goin’ be my wife one day. This whole Vegas marriage thing is just a hiccup. I’ll call Bren, and we’ll get all of this figured out… you’ll get your spooky October wedding, I promise.” 

Ellie opened her locker the next morning and shoved her backpack in before sitting on a free chair to change into her non-slip shoes. “There she is, the blushing bride.” Ellie rolled her eyes at her friend’s greeting. “Hey, Maddie.” “You good?” “I’ve been better…”

Maddie shot her a quizzical look. “Wanna talk about it?” Ellie sighed “Do you remember Carmy Berztto?” “Wow, that’s a blast from the past…” “Yeah, that’s what I said… we’ve been married since that Vegas trip.” Maddie was lost for words, “You know what I have to feed my sourdough…” she awkwardly laughed, scratching at the back of her neck. “Lunch break?” Ellie laughed, knowing Maddie wanted to know what had happened that trip “Yes. I have so many questions.”

“CAB, you’re like the best.” “I don’t know ‘bout that, El.” Carmy laughed, taking another swig from his bottle of tequila. Ellie snaked her arm around his waist as the two walked down the Vegas strip. The two found themselves separated from the main group of friends they’d come to Vegas with; it wasn’t something unheard of for the two of them. “You’re a kid but got the fuckin’ James Beard! You’re the best.”Ellie hiccuped. Carmy rolled his eyes, “You’re only like a year older than me, babe.” Ellie giggled and playfully hit his chest. 

The two ended up sitting on the edge of a fountain, exchanging stories of childhood trauma and fears of the future between kisses. “My mom used to call me a whore back in high school-” “You’re my whore…” Carmy whispered as he kissed down Ellie’s jawline, making her giggle and hit his shoulder “You’re so stupid.” “Fuck I love you.” Carmy laughed, burying his head in her shoulder nipping at her collarbone. Ellie giggled and gently tugged at his hair “I fuckin’ love you too.”

In New York, this evening would end in sex on the kitchen floor or the ratty old couch in Carmy’s bare apartment. In Vegas, it was a different story. Neither Carmy nor Ellie realized who’d suggested it, but they found themselves at Quickie Vows. They both went through the motions, thinking it was the funniest joke in the world. The two returned to the group’s Airbnb and went to the backyard to get into the hot tub. The next day, Ellie got the call she’d been waiting for.  She was going to Europe to be a commis chef. After a quick stop in New York, Ellie was off and thought she’d never be back in the States, at least until she met Special Agent Jack Aubrey.

The two met in Germany five years ago; it was love at first sight for Jack. Ellie took a couple of months to warm up. He was everything Carmy lacked; he actively made time to be with her. They weren’t together out of convenience; Jack was proud to be seen with her. He encouraged her to be herself and grow as a person. But of course, Carmy needed to make one last appearance before Ellie could live happily ever after.

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First Kiss (Ch.1/2) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/Fem. Reader

Summary: Rhea and Reader are an on-screen couple. So of course, Reader "jokingly" offers to “practice" their kissing for if the necessity arises.

Tags/TWs: first kiss, flirting, onscreen relationship turns very real.

Word Count: 1,061

As Hunter spoke, I tuned in and out of the conversation. My brain went numb at the words ‘Rhea’ and ‘on-screen couple.’ I couldn’t quite believe my ears. I didn’t know if I wanted to jump for joy at the prospect of working that close to Rhea or beg the ground to swallow me as she sat next to me, not saying a single word for what felt like hours.

She’s hot. Okay? Easily one of the sexiest human beings on planet earth and yes, I wasn’t necessarily mad at the idea of going to war with Dom for her -pretend- affections. But it seemed like her brain had melted as much as mine over Hunter’s blindsiding suggestion.

We didn’t dislike each other but we weren’t exactly close. We shared a locker room just like everyone else, were cordial, stayed out of each other’s way, and that was that. Up til this point, we hadn’t even had a match against or with each other.

Rhea took a few more seconds to seemingly mull the idea over in her head before I watched her nod through my peripheral vision. My heartbeat quickened at the sight. I fully expected her to say flat out ‘hell no’, thinking that she was more than content with how her storyline with Dom has been going thus far. But… clearly, I had been mistaken.

“I think it’s a great idea. It’ll spice things up a bit.” She smirked. My breath caught in my throat as I was brought back down to earth by Rhea’s lingering touch on my arm, shaking me lightly.

“I guess we’re girlfriends now, babe!” Rhea joked and laughed. I returned it a little shakily and I nodded before Hunter spoke up again.

“Figured it was time to do something with you two and see where it goes. I think it could be something really awesome. And it could be something that the non-straight fans will enjoy as well.” Hunter said, looking between us both with his hands clasped in front of him at his desk.

“I… I think so too, actually.” I finally spoke up. Of course, I knew Hunter looked at it from a business standpoint more than anything else, but the sentiment and the opportunity to reach a fanbase that was so important to me was still touching, nonetheless.

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As we were walking back toward the women’s locker room, Rhea and I started to get to know each other a bit. We talked about the things that we enjoyed, what we wanted to get out of this storyline, our families. Random shit. I couldn’t help but notice that our steps had slowed down the more we spoke. It seemed as if this new proposition that was brought up to us by Hunter had opened up an opportunity for us to finally get to know one another and to realize that we in fact had a lot more in common than we thought.

And honestly? Unless I was reading things completely wrong, Rhea was absolutely flirting with me. Whether it was just her nature, I didn’t really know. But I felt like there was definitely something there. At least we were warming up to each other, which was important if we were going to be working closer with one another.

We walked practically shoulder to shoulder and our banter gave me the courage to wrap my arm around Rhea’s waist and look up at her through my lashes.

“Soo… now that we’re gonna be playing girlfriends, we gotta make sure our kissing skills are top notch. We don’t wanna go out there and make everyone think we hate each other or something,” I laughed. But I was only half joking, truth be told.

Rhea looked down at me for a moment, both her brows raised up to her hairline before she let out a surprised laugh.

“Ballsy… I like that. We could practice now if you like.” She smirked, her voice lowering ever so slightly. I almost swallowed my tongue at the sound of it.

Oh shit, I thought. Wait. Is she- was she serious?!

“I mean I… I was totally joking; we don’t have t- I mean we don’t have to kiss.” I stuttered out, looking at anything but Rhea. “You and Dom don’t kiss. Do you? And it’s just pretty much established that you two are dat-” My words got cut off as Rhea lightly held my cheeks and she slowly backed us into a secluded hallway, away from prying eyes. The steel of the silver rings on her fingers felt cool on my warm skin and I let out a shaky breath as Rhea’s eyes bore into mine.

“Were you, sweetheart? Were you joking?” Rhea asked and her words almost sounded like a challenge. Daring me to lie to her when she so easily already knew the truth.

So, seeing this window of opportunity for what it was, I rested my hands lightly around her waist, bringing her closer.

“No,” I replied, my tone breathy with bubbling need. If Rhea didn’t kiss me in about two seconds, I swore I’d di-

Her lips felt soft on mine. We both sighed softly through our noses, swallowing hums of pleasure as our tongues slowly met in a light dance. My fingers moved up and ran up and down her wrists, over her hands and they worked their way back down toward her waist, gripping the hem tightly as our mouths continued their exploration.

Now, this was by no means my first kiss. But it was my first kiss with Rhea…

And you know how some people describe their first kiss with someone as this Disney World fireworks display type of moment, where sparks just fly uncontrollably and it’s like there’s no other place they’d rather be?

Yeah… yeah that was definitely happening now. And clearly Rhea felt the same.

“… We should practice some more.” She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine as we let what just happened sink in.

“Yeah.” I nodded, harsh pants making my chest rise and fall rapidly. “Just practice.”

And so, we did.

Whether Rhea and I stayed in our little corner of the arena, memorizing the taste of each other’s mouths for 5 more minutes- or twenty, or if we made our “practice” sessions an almost daily affair… that was nobody’s business but ours.

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ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ after reconciling your feelings for miguel, you have to confess and you don’t give a shit anymore.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ angst, fluff, slight violence, jealousy, love confessions, arguments, swearing, slapping (only once and not in a sexual manner), making out, suggestive at the end 【 mdni 】

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it’s been 5 days of heartbreak and it still fucking hurts. it’s a wound that will take a long time to heal, unsure how long or if it’ll ever heal. you try your hardest to forget but it still lingers in your heart, your shattered heart caused by that asshole.

while still suffering a broken heart, life didn’t pause. work has been your main priority, mainly as a distraction but it’s still your responsibility and life. coworkers still showed concern but didn’t want to overwhelm you with their pity. you’re still mopey but not entirely gloomy like a few days ago. the sarcasm and jokes return, your usual self. coworkers and even your boss were happy to see you like that. you may still be hurting inside but laughing and talking with your coworkers does put a smile on your face.

as you back up your tote bag prepared to leave, someone calls out your name. swiftly turning around, your eyes land on a coworker. tall brunette, probably around 5’11 or 6’0, got some muscle but not super jacked, usually wears glasses but seems to be wearing contacts, and a light beard.

“oh hey, enzo.” you offer a soft smile.

he mirrors your smile as approaches you. “hey, how are you? you doing okay?” a hint of concern laced in his tone, head tilted a little.

“eh, not so shitty like before.” you shrug. “but i appreciate you asking, truly.” a smile graces your lips.

the male nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. he seems to be a bit nervous which confuses you a little. “i know you’re going through something right now and you don’t have to agree!” he reassured in a nervous tone.

you raise a brow at him with a tiny smile, knowing where this is going but you want him to say it. to be honest, enzo kinda looks cute when he’s nervous.

“i just wanted know if you… if you wanna grab lunch together?”

oh. your eyes perk up.

enzo keeps rubbing his neck, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he speaks. “there’s this diner that recently opened and i know you’re a sucker for diners so… i thought you wanna try it out with me.” his eyes finally meet yours, anxiously waiting for your answer.

he’s asking you on a date.

honestly, you’re not sure if you’re up for dating considering you’re dealing with a heartbreak, despite that it wasn’t even a real relationship. enzo is a sweet guy, respectful and smart, also attractive. you two shared tiny conversations from time to time.

would one date hurt?

fuck it, why not.

“okay sure, i’ll love to.” you answer with a smile.

enzo’s eyes widen drastically. “wait, really?” he couldn’t hold back a dorky smile.

you chuckle at his reaction. “yes.”

“okay, cool!” he clears his throat after realizing how overly excited he was. “tomorrow at noon? i’ll pick you up. does that work for you?”

you nod with a little smile. “works perfectly.”

afterwords, enzo offered to drive you home, despite your many objections. the man continues to surprise you, opening the door for you like a gentleman. you say your goodbyes with a wave before heading inside your apartment building, enzo watching to make sure you enter in safely before driving away.

reality hits you when you open the door, you have a date with a coworker tomorrow.

welp, can’t be moping forever.

but little did you know a pair of scarlet eyes observing everything from an orange monitor, miles and miles away in a tall building.

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it’s been 5 days and miguel still feels like shit. his already damaged heart still hurting. his workaholic antics grew worse, almost participating in every mission just to stop his mind from thinking of you. however, it fails every time. miguel still occasionally checks up on you through the monitor he has of your street and apartment building. those ruby eyes follow your tiny figure when you walk to and from work. sometimes he really wishes you’d drive instead but he knows you like to walk, despite the heels you would wear sometimes. even though it’s not the same to see you in person, watching and protecting you through a screen he’ll accept, as long as he still sees you, still apart of his life even from far away.

observing the monitor, his thick brows furrowed when your tiny figure doesn’t appear on screen. he saw you heading to work, why aren’t you returning home? those thoughts pause when a car pulls up to your apartment building. his eyes narrow in confusion until he saw a familiar face popping out of the car. you, stepping out of the car with the help of some guy miguel has never seen before.

his face turns into a frown at the sight. who the hell is that guy? miguel doesn’t like what he’s seeing. with the touch of his fingers, he zooms in to get a clear look at this guy. his heart sinks as he watches you smile at this random wimp. when you wave at him with that same smile then head inside, miguel lowers his head in disbelief. his heart stings.

it was only a matter of time until another man waltzed in to capture your heart. a replacement much. and miguel hated it, being replaced so easily.

but what if he’s overthinking? maybe that guy is simply a friend. offering you a ride home is a kind gesture from a friend. that seems reasonable. there is nothing more than that, right? just friends.

oh miguel thought completely wrong.

that same guy pulls up to your apartment building the next day and waits outside. hunched over his desk, miguel observes through suspicious eyes, pondering what this guy’s intentions are. then, his heart drops. you step out of the building, wearing a cute white dress along with a pair of little heels. a matching white bow in your hair and a bit more makeup to emphasize your appearance than usual.

you look so fucking beautiful. that little white dress makes your appearance so angelic. as you walk, it’s like an angel stepping onto earth from heaven.

his mind starts racing. why are you dressed up so nicely? then, realization kicks in.

you’re going on a date.

miguel’s heart breaks, more than it already has been. with an aching chest, he watches the guy open the passenger door for you like a gentleman. well, at least he’s treating you well. those crimson eyes follow the tiny vehicle until the screen vanishes with a trap of his finger. miguel couldn’t watch anymore. the sight of you all dolled up for a man that isn’t him, going out with him, leaves an aching feeling in miguel’s heart. he shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows that. you were never his and he was never yours. but why does it feel like it was?

it was a simple friendship, nothing more. yet, his heart says differently. you were more than just a friend, more than a regular civilian. it was more because miguel’s heart would beat so damn fast whenever you’re near. when you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. when you smile or laugh, it brightens up his day in a heartbeat.

miguel has been infatuated with you since.

and now he lost you because of his own actions.

“miguel, you coming?” the familiar voice of jessica snaps him out of those sorrowful thoughts.

taking a deep breath through his nose, miguel shuts off the monitors and hops off the platform. “yes, let’s move it.” with a tap to his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of him. he walks through it, his colleague following him to join the others for the mission. those images of you with that guy consumes his mind. this mission will distract him.

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the diner is super cute and vintage. it’s 50s themed, teal chairs and tables with pink walls. you and enzo sit in a booth in the far corner. glancing at the menu, you decide to choose the basic choice. a classic cheeseburger with a shake of your favorite flavor. enzo orders the same, much to your surprise.

“hey, i need to use the restroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” enzo said as he gets up from the booth.

“okay.” you hum with a light smile as you watch him walk away, leaving you alone.

the background music keeps you entertained. classic 50s music. pulling out your phone, you scroll on social media while waiting for enzo’s return. scrolling through through numerous videos of memes and other stuff, you come across a video of a couple. it’s shows cute moments between them. their relationship seems to be so sweet, honest and true. the way the man treats his lady with caring touches, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. how she reciprocates those feelings and gestures. the cute hugs and kisses. they seem so deeply in love.

you can’t help but imagine you and miguel in those scenarios. oh shit — miguel. you thought of miguel while watching that video. it brought tears to your eyes as you remember all the moments between you and miguel. the hangouts at your apartment. the first night he hung out and you two shared coffee. him stopping by one day to make sure you didn’t get into trouble and snacked on a concha with you. the unforgettable rainy night when you switched him up. the day he dogsit daisy, giving you a tulip as a thank you gift for helping him. hanging out at HQ.

you didn’t even realize a tear trailing down your cheek, slightly ruining your blush. wiping it away with the back of your hand, you hope no one saw.

that’s when you finally realize.

you love miguel.

no matter how hard you try to forget him, now matter how pissed you are at him, he constantly on your mind, in your heart. you love him.

you finally allow your heart to speak for you.

that’s when you tell yourself again: fuck it.

getting out of the booth, you make a beeline to the door. enzo returns from the restroom, perfect timing. he watches you in confusion as he approaches you.

“hey. what’s going on?” he asks, slightly concerned.

“i’m so sorry, enzo. something came up and i gotta go. i’m so sorry for wasting your time and going through this effort for me.” you flash him an apologetic smile before bolting out the door, leaving the male confused and a bit heartbroken.

part of you feels guilty for leaving enzo hanging like that, ditching him to go find another man. you’d have to explain to him one day.

right now, you’re focused on finding miguel.

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passing through the streets, you make your way back to your apartment so you can take your car to HQ. as you make pace, you hear faint sounds of webbing and kicking from a distance. looking up at the rooftops, you find several figures in a fight with some lizard creature. familiar hues of red and dark blue captures your eyes, your heart skipping a beat. without wasting a second, you bolted to the building and go up the stairs of the fire escape. as you make it to the rooftop, it’s a full blown asskicking scene.

your eyes immediately land on the lizard creature, who’s being punched and kicked by two spider-people, ben and hobie. looking around, you find the one man who’s been infiltrating your mind nonstop.

“peter, aim for his head!” the classic shouting from miguel never surprises anyone. he was too occupied with the anomaly to notice your presence from afar.

“i’m trying!” poor peter b. tries following his orders, aiming for the lizard’s head with his webs.

as the asskicking continues, you make your way over with a frown. stopping at a few feet away from the chaos, you yell out with much anger.

“hey, asshole spiderman!”

that familiar voice makes him freeze, shoulders and back tensed. the one voice that’s been haunting him for days. very slowly, miguel turns around to see you standing a few feet away. his pupils dilate drastically, mouth agape underneath his mask. there you are, standing in front of him in all of your glory for the first time in five days. five fucking days of purgatory. there you are, wearing that beautiful white dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

adoration was replaced with concern because you’re in the middle of a fight. he doesn’t want you to get hurt again. no fucking way that’s happening.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” miguel exclaimed, the eyes of his mask widen in shock. “you need to get out of here, now!”

you stand your ground, frowning. “i’m not going anywhere until we talk!”

miguel stares at you in pure disbelief. “you need to go! i’m not asking you!”

“well too bad! i’m staying right here!” you fold your arms across your chest, standing in your sassy posture as you glare at him.

jesus christ. you’re so fucking stubborn and kinda stupid. he runs a hand over his face, sighing out of frustration. the last thing he needs is arguing with you, especially during a mission.

“why?! why can’t you just listen to me for one second?!” his mask disintegrates, revealing his pissed off face. “why are you here?!”

“porque té quiero, you pinche puto!”

your confession echos, leaving everyone speechless, even the fucking lizard variant. you stand there staring at him with bloodshot eyes, chest heaving due to heavy breathing. miguel stares back with wide eyes, a shocking expression illustrated on his face.

you love him?

miguel can’t comprehend those words. you actually love him? you love him, a chaotic man like him? you share the same love, feelings he has for you? his heart began beating faster, a sign of love.

the fat silence makes you feel a bit awkward, considering you just confessed your love in front of everyone. it was even more awkward since miguel didn’t respond or uttered a single word, only staring at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes. rubies staring into your own eyes, glistening in the sunlight.

you roll back your shoulders awkwardly. “okay, bye.”

swiftly turning around to walk away from embarrassment, you take one step before something wraps around your waist and yanks you backwards, twirling you in the process. a gasp erupts from your throat as you collide with a wall or at least something sturdy. feeling breathless, you quickly look up to find miguel towering over you, one hand wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close to his chest with no space between you two.

“cabrón.” you playfully hit his chest with a fist, knowing it doesn’t affect him but you’re pissed so.

he gazes down at you with pure adoration, heart beating faster than ever. he’s been wanting to do that for so long just to see your pissed off expression. definitely worth the wait. the corner of his lip curls up, forming into a smirk. just as your lips part open to say something else, miguel stops you by quickly leaning down and smash his lips against yours.

the moment you two have been yearning for.

you finally get to feel those plump lips. damn they feel nice, you melt into the kiss. miguel, on the other hand, is on cloud fucking nine. your lips taste so sweet, just like he imagined. god your lips are addictively sweet and soft, something that leaves a man yearning for more. your lipgloss sticks into his lips but he doesn’t give a shit. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, earning a soft moan from you. it feels like it’s just you two, the rest of the world doesn’t exist like a blur. just two people intertwining their souls in a lovely moment. the sunset is a cherry on top, illuminating a dreamy scenery.

the dreamy scenery fades away at the sounds of whistling from the distance. an annoyed groan escapes miguel’s lips as you part away to look at the other spider-people from across. peter has the biggest shit eating grin, rooting for you two while mayday giggles in the baby carrier. jess simply smiles at you two, feeling like a proud mom. ben is dumbfounded by the sight, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of his face. hobie just smirks, winking at you. he’s finally glad you two got your shit together. they all got the memo, mainly due to miguel’s heavy glare, and leave through the portal with the captured lizard variant, leaving you and miguel alone.

“i—“ he looks back to you but is cut off by a slap to the face. his cheek now flushed and stings, gingerly rubbing it with one hand.

“don’t ever do that shit again.” you threaten, glaring at him with piercing eyes.

miguel knew exactly what you meant; the web lasso. but it was mainly for everything he put you through. a low chuckle spills from his lips before his expression turns sorrowful. “i’m sorry… for everything. for hurting you and pushing you away. i didn’t mean anything that i said about regretting meeting you. i’m happy that i met you, fucking grateful. i was just scared of losing you, losing another...” his shoulders sag, a small pout on his lips, hurt in his brown eyes, mimicking a sad puppy. “i know it’s a weak excuse but please believe me i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, just want to tell you how sorry and regretful i am.”

emotional tears began forming as you look up at him with sad eyes, heart aching at his words. of course you forgive him because you love him and you believe his words. “you fucked me up good.” you chuckle halfheartedly and he frowns. “i cried over your dumbass.” you watch him pout more, making your heart flutter. “but that proves how much i care for your dumbass.” you playfully nudged his chest, eliciting a chuckle from the man that you love.

“lo siento, mi alma.” he gently cups your cheek with a hand and you lean into his touch, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “i hated that i made you cry and i never want to be the reason ever again.”

“i know.” you flash him a sad smile. “you have a lot of making up to do, tonto.” you playfully glare at him.

the corner of his lip curls up, forming a smirk. “oh yo sé, hermosa. i promise to make it up to you in best possible ways.” he states wholeheartedly as he leans in and capture your lips with his again.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, standing on your tippy toes. his hands come down and wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him, leaving no space between. your lips intertwined in a dance, relishing the feeling of his plump lips against yours and your soft lips against his. tilting his head a bit, miguel deepens the kiss as his tongue sneaks in and licks your lips for passage. you happily accept, opening your mouth which miguel doesn’t hesitate to invade with his tongue in a hungry manner. the soft moan leaving your lips couldn’t be held back. he groans in response. his broad hands roam over your back, up to your small shoulders blades then to the curve of your spine before resting right above your ass. you shiver under his addictive touch, becoming putty.

miguel couldn’t resist anymore. he palms your clothed ass, eliciting another soft moan from you which drives him crazy. he grows more touchier, gently groping your curves through the dress, feeling your soft body in his palms. the makeout session grows a bit spicer. using his gizmo, he opens a portal behind you. grabbing the back of your thighs, miguel lifts you up and carries you in his arms. a muffled squeal leaves your lips before turning into a giggle, tightening your grip on his thick neck as support.

carrying you in his arms, miguel steps through the portal, determined to show his love for you.

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chapter two: delicate

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The videos of you being saved by Spiderman went viral overnight so when you walked onto campus the next day, everyone already knew. You smiled at the people who pointed and whispered at you as you searched for your friends. Finally, you spotted them at a library table and ran up to them. Peter broke into a smile when he saw you coming but you didn’t even think to look at him.

“Girl.” Gwen said before you could speak and gave you a knowing look. She held up her phone with a picture of you in Spider-Man’s arms on it.

“Before you say anything.” You threw your hands up in defense. “It was actually an accident. I swear.”

“Proceed.” Gwen nodded and patted the seat beside her.

“Okay so yes, he heroically saved me from getting smushed by a car a la Twilight. But that wasn’t even the best part.” You told the group as you excitedly slammed your hands on the table.

“Well damn. I sure hope nearly getting creamed by a car wasn’t the best part.” MJ scoffed.

“After he saved me from the car, he walked me home and told me he wants to make a habit of it.” You said and then let out an excited scream.

“Are you sure this wasn’t just some vivid dream you had last night?” Kate laughed.

“Nope. My dreams starring Spiderman are never that PG.” You said with a wink. “This was real and it was amazing. I seriously couldn’t stop smiling all night.”

“Or now.” Kate pointed out.

“I hope he walks me home again today.” You sighed happily. “I just wish my dorm wasn’t so close. We don’t get that much time to talk.”

“So why don’t you ask him to walk a little longer with you?” Gwen suggested.

“I can’t ask him that. If he asked me, I’d say yes. But I don’t want to freak him out by asking him to stay longer. He’ll think I’m just some kid with a schoolgirl crush. I want him to see me as a real potential romantic interest.”

Peter started choking on his water when he heard this. He was still recovering from the comment about your dreams and hearing that you actually wanted a relationship sent him over the edge. He turned bright red when everyone looked at him and wiped his mouth.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re not seriously thinking you’re gonna date Spiderman, are you?” Gwen asked you.

“Why can’t I? He’s our age and we really connected yesterday. You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.”

“Looking at you? Through the giant cartoon eyes on his mask?” MJ teased.

“Shut up. Let me have this. I think I really like him.” You sighed and rested your chin on your hand. Peter realized he had been staring at you in the exact same position and quickly snapped out of it.

“I’d really like a guy who saved me from getting flattened like a pancake on a filthy New York street too.” Gwen shrugged.

“Hey, we all know I liked him way before that.” You reminded them. “This isn’t gonna be like that episode of ICarly when Carly thinks she likes Freddie but really she just liked that he saved her. I really do like this guy. Meeting him last night just confirmed to me that this crush was well placed. He’s perfect. And I’m gonna lock it down.”

“I love you and I wanna be supportive but there’s no way you and Spiderman are gonna be a thing. That’s just not gonna happen. It’s too crazy.” MJ told you while your other friends nodded in agreement. You seemed genuinely crushed by their response so Peter jumped in.

“I think they will be a thing. It’s crazy enough that it just might happen.” He said, making you smile in surprise.

“Why is Peter my only supporter? I’m gonna drop all of you and just be friends with him.” You joked. Peter blushed nonetheless and looked at you with a shy smile.

“Like you guys have ever had a conversation just the two of you.” MJ snorted. You and Peter both dropped your smiles immediately when you I realized she was right.

“Got me there.” You admitted. “Just like I’m gonna get you. By locking down a superhero. Just you watch.”

With that, you got up and went to your next class. The time could not have gone slower as you waited for the bell to ring. You had one more class after that and then you could see if Spiderman really did want to walk you home. Part of you worried that he might’ve just said that to be polite and bragging to your friends about it was a premature celebration. But when you left your last class and saw him perched on a building nearby, you knew you were right about him. He spotted you and dropped down as you clasped your hands under your chin in delight.

“You came back.” You gushed.

“Course I did. I said I’d walk you home, didn’t I?” Peter said causally and put a hand on your back to lead you away from campus. Without saying a word, he took your backpack from your shoulder and carried it for you. Peter remembered hearing you say once that you were a fan of old fashioned gestures, so carrying your books for you seemed like a foolproof way to win you over. It worked in his favor and you smiled dreamily at him before letting out a happy sigh.

“I was kinda worried you’d forget about me.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been thinking about you all day. And all last night. Might’ve even caught a whiff of your perfume in my sleep.” Peter said, making your eyes go wide before you broke into a fond smile.

“Really? Because I’ve been thinking about you too.” You told him and touched his arm with both your hands.

“Have you?” Peter gulped, even though he already knew that.

“I may have mislead you about just how much of a fan I was. You’re kinda my celebrity crush.”

“I’m no celebrity.” He chuckled. “But I’m definitely flattered.”

“You are to me. You’re so young but risk your life every night to keep strangers safe. Strangers who don’t even appreciate you. But I do. I appreciate you.” You told him and never let go of his arm. Peters heart was pounding so loudly in his ears from the physical contact that he could hardly hear you.

“Thank you. That means a lot. And for the record, you’re my civilian crush. If that means anything to you.” He told you.

“Wow. I’ve never been so excited to be called a civilian. And thanks. That means everything, trust me. I don’t think I’ve been anybody’s crush in a while.” You smiled coyly and squeezed his arm. Peter stopped walking to look at you and when you noticed, you stopped too.

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” He said sincerely. It was the first time a Peter felt he could genuinely compliment you instead of just commenting on your clothing or hair. Being behind the mask made him feel fearless.

“No, I’m not.” You laughed uncomfortably at the unexpected compliment.

“You are.” He insisted. “There’s just something about you. I’ve never been good with words and “beautiful” doesn’t even begin to cover it but what I guess what I’m trying to say is…I like you.”

“I like you too.” You stopped again and smiled softly at him. You realized you had reached your dorm at that point and felt your smile fade. But unbeknownst to you, Peter knew all about what you wanted Spiderman to ask you.

“Do you mind if we keep walking?” He asked. “I like talking to you but the walk isn’t that long.”

“Sure.” Your smile returned and you walked together past your dorm. You continued down the sidewalk and you told him about your day. Peter couldn’t tell you about his since it included you, so he just listened. It was interesting to hear about what you didn’t when you weren’t with your friends since you never really talked to Peter about those things. It was insanely easy to talk to you now that he was hidden under his mask. You never had a moment of silence between you and said whatever came to your minds and no matter how irrelevant or random it was, it never felt awkward. You walked around the block and by the time you got back to your dorm, you felt okay parting.

“Thanks for walking me home again. And for talking to me.” You said once you were standing outside your building.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re easy to talk to. I really like our conversations.”

“So do I.” You smiled shyly

“Maybe I could give you my number so we could talk more.” Peter offered, making you break into a smile.

“I’d love that.” You nodded and handed him your phone. He put his number in and hoped there never came a day you needed it exchange numbers with Peter in school. He put his contact as the spider emoji and handed your phone back to you. You stared at the contact and smiled once you saw what he had put.

“Is it weird and totally lame if I hug you right now?” You asked him. Peter smiled under the mask and pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back and felt the strange material of his suit under your fingertips. When you pulled away, you wished more than anything that you could kiss him. But he had a mask on and besides that, it was way too soon. Even so, you both wanted it to happen.

“Well, thanks again spidey.” You smiled softly and squeezed his arm.

“Anytime.” He said, and he meant it.

The next day at school, Ned was back. Peter had purposefully not informed him about what he had been going on with you because it didn’t feel like the kind of thing you explained over text. He had plans to tell Ned about it during his lunch period, but you and your friends sat down at the table before he got a chance.

“Guess who walked me home again and said he has a crush on me and said I’m beautiful and asked to keel walking to keep the conversation going and gave me his number?” You whispered in a hushed yet excited voice as you set your lunch down.

“Thor?” MJ asked sarcastically.

“Spiderman. He’s the one, guys.” You sighed happily and looked back down at your phone to reread the last messages you and Peter had sent each other. You texted all night and during the day, but Peter kept his phone facedown now that you were near.

“Wait, what?” Ned asked and looked at Peter for answers. Peter gulped and signaled to Ned to drop it for now.

“Oh, right. You weren’t here all week. You missed Y/n getting a superhero boyfriend.” Gwen filled Ned in. Ned slowly turned to Peter with a look of “seriously dude?” while Peter avoided eye contact.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes. “Not yet, anyways. But we were texting all night.”

“Were you? Texting the Spiderman, you say?” Ned asked you but never took his eyes off Peter. Peter made brief eye contact with Ned and then hid his face behind his hand.

“He’s so funny, you guys.” You told them. “And surprisingly so smooth. I hope I’m the only girl he’s talking too. I’d be devastated if I found out he uses his superhero status to get girls to date him. I hope I’m not just one of many on his roster.”

“You’re the only girl.” Peter said a little too quickly. Everyone looked at him, especially Ned, and he quickly tried to recover.

“I’m guessing.” Peter shrugged “Because if you weren’t, there would probably be a lot of news articles about girls who he dated and dumped, right? But there have never been any. So he’s probably only talking to you.”

“Oh my God.” Your eyes widened as you stared at Peter. Peter felt the fear of God inside him as he thought you may have just recognized his voice and figured it all out.

“That’s so true!” You said instead. “I’ve never seen a story about Spiderman swooping down and walking girls home like he did for me. That makes it even more exciting. I wonder why he chose me, though. I’m not special.”

“Yes you are.” Peter insisted, striking a familiar note inside you. The way he said it reminded you of Spiderman telling you that you were beautiful, but you quickly shook it off.

“What I mean is, maybe he saw the pin on your backpack and knew you were a fan.” Peter followed up to cover his tracks. Ned gave him a knowing look that Peter ignored.

“Isn’t that a power imbalance though? It would be weird if he only went for you because he knew you were a fan. Because if he did, that means he knew you’d never say no to him if he asked you out. It’s like a celebrity asking out a fan at a meet and greet.” MJ said with a grimace.

“It’s not like that.” You shook your head. “He assured me he’s not a celebrity. And when I talk to him, he’s just like any guy our age. Only better in every way. He had me kicking my feet and screaming into my pillow all night.”

“Did he now?” Kate smirked.

“He hasn’t answered me in a few hours but it’s fine. He’s probably busy saving the world.” You shrugged and sent him another text. Peter held his breath as his phone buzzed twice but no one seemed to notice.

“Or doing homework.” Ned said as he stared directly at the open notebook next to Peters lunch. Peter quickly shut the notebook and stopped doing his homework.

“Spider-Man probably doesn’t even do homework. He’s a superhero. I can’t imagine he goes to school. He’s too cool for that.” You told your friends.

“He’s not that cool.” Ned assured you as he stared daggers at Peter.

“Well, I think he is. And I can’t wait for class to end so I can see my man.”

“Oh God. It’s been two days. Don’t get too attached. He could still end up being a total asshole.” MJ warned you.

“I know. But still. I think this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You beamed. Ned turned to look at Peter again, and this time, Peter looked guiltily into Neds eyes.

Once everyone dispersed and went off to class, Ned caught up with Peter and pulled him into an empty classroom to talk about what he had just heard.

“Best thing that’s ever happened to her, huh? Dude, what are you doing to Y/n?” Ned whispered.

“I’m making her the happy. Didn’t you hear her?She finally likes me, Ned.”

“No, she likes Spiderman.” Ned corrected. “Don’t you feel bad listening to her talk about him knowing that it’s really you she’s talking about? She has no idea that she’s saying those things in front of the guy she likes.”

“I’ll tell her soon, okay? I just don’t want to lose the mystery yet. It’s like all the sudden, I have unlimited rizz and she can’t get enough of me. She never looked twice at me as Peter but she’s crazy about Spider-Man. I’ve been in her friend group September and never got her number but she gave it to Spiderman in one day.”

“This isn’t gonna end well, Peter.” Ned sighed. “You need to tell her the truth.”

“But what if she doesn’t want the truth? What if she’s disappointed when she finds out who’s under the mask? What if….what if I’m disappointing?”

“If your connection is as real as you’re both saying it is, then she’ll be happy no matter who’s under the mask. But if you don’t think she’ll like you anymore when she finds out it’s you she’e been talking to, maybe that’s a sign that this is a bad idea.”

“She’s been dreaming of this happening to her for years. It’ll crush her if it turns out her big mystery guy was just some loser she’s sort of friends with.”

“So you think it’s better to lie to her?”

“I’m not lying to her. It’s not like I ever went up to her and said “hey, I’m not Spiderman, by the way”. Or ever told her as Spiderman that I didn’t already know her and go to her school. That would be lying. What I’m doing is just not telling her what she doesn’t need to know yet.”

“You’re lying by omission. That’s still lying.”

“I disagree.” Peter shrugged. “She likes Spiderman and Spiderman likes her back. That’s all this is. I just haven’t told her who Spiderman is yet. And I swear, we have a real connection and it’s not just because I’m Spiderman. She likes me for me and finally feels the way about me that I’ve always felt about her.”

“But she doesn’t know the whole truth. How do you think she’s gonna react when she find out you used things she said to Peter to get closer to her as Spiderman?”

“Maybe she’ll think it’s romantic that I tried that hard.” Peter said weakly.

“Or maybe she’ll think you’re insane and invaded her privacy.” Ned said. “You need to tell her.“

“I will, okay? I promise.” Peter told him as you caught his eye down the hallway. You were smiling at your phone and typing away just as Peter felt his phone buzz. He and looked down at it and saw a selfie you had sent him of you doing a kissy face.

“miss you spidey” You had written. Peter felt a blush cross his face and looked at you again.

“Just not today.” He said quietly.

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But I Shine So Bright - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You wake up hungover from the previous night’s party, and are struck with the realization of the conversation you’d had with Rafe prior. You decide that, yes, you should actually have that conversation with him sober like he’d suggested. So, that’s what you two do. Word Count: 5.1k+ TWs/CWs: Adult/profane language, she/her pronouns used for reader, brief descriptions of a hangover, OOC Rafe in that he's only a little crazy and is actually willing to admit he was wrong, unrealistically fast relationship re-establishment, Rafe still wants to kill that guy lol, bad example of a healthy relationship but hi this is Rafe be so for real here, Rafe obviously has pretty privilege Note: Yeah so I just decided to do the part 2 lmao so here she is. And now it has me thinking Thoughts about doing more Dear Reader inspired fics for OBX babes...like a Dear Reader duology collection sounds like a fun little project hehehe

Waking up was more painful than you’d anticipated. When you’d gone out, you never intended to get that drunk. Decidedly, you’d drank more than you had in a long while. A stupid choice all around, but especially stupid considering you didn’t have the built-in protection of…him anymore. Your girlfriends had dutifully tried to slow you down, but you didn’t listen to them.

Fuck’s sake, even his friends had tried to stop you. To be fair, they’d been more successful. Yes, the first memory you woke up to was Topper and Kelce, your ex-boyfriend’s best friends, stopping you from doing a fucking keg stand. And that was just something special considering you knew damn well that you’d been wearing a skirt with nothing underneath. So clearly your night had been just full of good choices.

“God,” you groaned, rolling over on your side. Your eyes landed on a water bottle on the side of your bed. You blinked once, twice, a third time, and then lurched up into a sitting position. “Shit.” While the sudden movement made you nauseous for a moment, you managed to resist the urge to vomit. You scrambled for your phone. It was noon already. Fuck. You saw that a group chat with your friends had blown up and you had a slew of other texts.

Where the hell did you go?

Why did Topper come tell us that fucking RAFE took you home??

Hello?? Girl what the hell are you thinking?

You better call us and tell us that you’re safe.

Dude you better not fucking sleep with him I swear to God I am SO serious.

Be like Dua Lipa and remember the new rules bitch.

Be safe I swear to GOD bestie I’ll fuck you up if you get hurt.

If you fuck him you better not let him hit raw.

BYE don’t let him hit AT ALL.

“Shit,” you hissed.

You’d thought you’d had a dream that Rafe had been the one taking care of you. A pleasant dream minus the blubbering you’d been doing. But no. It turns out you actually had been blubbering on him. On the ex who left you for no reason and with no discernible guilt outwardly shown. This just had to be a joke. It had to be. The pit in your stomach wasn’t from the aggressive hangover, it was literally just the dread that had an iron grip on you. Looking down at your phone again, you saw a text from Kelce of all fucking people too.

Lmao I know you’re gonna be hurting this morning but let me or Top know if Rafe did anything stupid yesterday and we’ll beat the shit out of him fr.

You couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched, borderline hysterical laugh at the very idea. You run a hand down your face, grateful that Rafe had forced you to take the makeup off the night before. You felt sick and awful and still somehow better than you had before. It was pathetic somehow, on some level, that spending even an hour with Rafe had the ability to make you feel so much better and so much worse all at once. So, with trembling hands, you made a move to answer.

First, to your friends.

Not yall acting like you don’t have my location. I got home safe. Nothing happened fuck off.

You then immediately silenced the group chat so you wouldn’t have to deal with it. You looked at Kelce’s and cringed, letting your fingers move.

Yeah definitely got a hellish hungover. Thanks for keeping me from doing a keg stand like a dumbass last night btw? Idk what the fuck that was about. And nah, Rafe didn’t do anything. Even if he did you wouldn’t win that fight, Kelce, be so fr lol.

The response from him came quickly.

Ah, she lives. Well, you didn’t choke on your vomit so that’s good. And hurtful, I could definitely beat him.

You rolled your eyes.

Yeah, maybe if he were tied to a chair bro. But fr, thank you for helping me out. Thank Top too for me btw.

The response took longer this time. And was punctuated by an immediate follow-up.

Course. I’ll let him know. You’re still our friend. We weren’t gonna let you get that messed up.

You should talk to your boy though. Let him know you’re good. Pretty sure he’s worried about you.

You bit your lip. Instead of replying, you instead closed that text thread and looked back to the rest of your messages. But, you were thrown for a loop when you saw Rafe’s name appearing at the top, texting you just now. You weren’t proud of it, but you had to throw yourself from your bed and empty your stomach. You blamed the hangover, but you also knew that the anxiety of facing him after the night before was nerve-wracking enough to be the culprit alone.

Once you finally cleaned yourself up, you felt a bit more human again. Only then did you return to your phone. You stared at it for a few minutes before even daring to pick it up. Then, you stared at your background - still a picture of you and Rafe, one where his smile was so big from a laugh that it crinkled the corners of his eyes and you had buried your face in his neck while also laughing. You hated that you hadn’t changed it yet, but every single time you tried to, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You put the phone down again.

Sighing, you reached over and grabbed the water bottle he had left you. Then you noticed he’d also left out some meds for you to take. Not letting yourself think about it or the way it turned your stomach, you took the pills and drank the water completely before letting yourself even think about your phone again. At least that was the lie you spun yourself, ignoring the way that the stupid piece of technology wove through every thought and every damn breath you took.

In an effort to pretend like that wasn’t true, you walked down to your kitchen and got a Liquid I.V. knowing damn well that Rafe would be telling you to if he were here. And, yeah, even now, the little things he did to show he cared still stuck to your bones. You hated it. Or, at least you hated that he wasn’t actually here. Some days it was hard to tell which was true and which was the lie. You wanted him, you didn’t, you wanted him, you didn’t. You definitely did—that was the truth and you knew it.

Steeling yourself, you eventually went back upstairs and picked your phone back up. Clicking Rafe’s name, you were fully prepared to ignore whatever the message was like you knew you should if you were going to get over him. But somehow, you could feel the familiar love and affection punching you in the gut.

Take the pills I left. Drink some liquid iv or whatever if you have it. Don’t forget to eat.

You inhaled shakily, thinking if you should even respond or not, worrying at your lip and tapping your fingers anxiously against your knee. But, as you did, another text came through from him.

Lmk if you need anything.

Short, sweet, and to the point.

You, your brain supplied unhelpfully. I just fucking need you.

You thought about the night before. About the words he said. About the stark honesty in his voice that you hadn’t heard in months from him. You thought about the simple promise he made. He said that you could talk about it when you were sober if you still wanted to. Did you want to? Yes. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you clicked his contact to call him and brought the phone to your ear.

“You okay?” were the words that Rafe greeted you with. Not hello. Just concern.

“I…yeah. I’m fine,” you said when your brain finally caught up with you again. “I…thanks for getting me home. You know, and everything else too,” You paused for a moment, finishing with, “You really didn’t have to do all that.”

“Of course I did,” Rafe said, sounding surprisingly serious. “I’d never leave you like that. Ever.”

“I’m sorry I was such a mess,” you said, reflexively apologizing. “And sorry I was like…pawing at you like some animal.”

Rafe let out a dry sort of chuckle that betrayed he was at least slightly amused by some of your antics the night prior. It made your heart flutter, which just felt utterly ridiculous. He made a noncommittal noise. “I just wanted to make sure you, you know, were good.”

“No. Seriously, I can’t imagine how much worse that would’ve gotten without you there. So really, uh, thanks. I was…not thinking last night obviously,” you said. There was a pregnant pause over the phone and you realized how that sounded. “I mean I, like, really don’t drink that much!” You were rushing to clarify, anxious to make sure that Rafe knew you didn’t mean your conversation with him. “I seriously don’t even know how much I drank. I’m lucky I didn’t, like, die in my sleep.”

“I’ve seen you worse,” he said flatly. “You’d have been fine.”

“That’s when I had you, though,” you pointed out before you could stop yourself. You heard Rafe inhale sharply, saying your name but you cut him off. “Did you mean what you said?”

Rafe paused. “What?” he asked cautiously.

“That we can actually talk,” you clarified.

“Are you not too hungover for this?” Rafe asked, sounding tired already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I want to talk to you.” You huffed out a sigh. “Rafe, I need to talk to you.”

You heard him let out a sigh of his own. “Yeah,” he said. “I know.”

“I want to do it in person,” you said, willing to push your luck here. “I don’t want to do this on the phone. I want to see your face so I know if you’re lying to me.”

Rafe gave a similar sort of dry chuckle to before. “Have never lied to you, Princess, but sure. Fine. Today?” he asked shortly.

“Yes,” you agreed. “Today. I think waiting two months was long enough.” Rafe didn’t rise to the bait, which you were partially glad for and partially disappointed by. “How about we meet at the country club at like…six?”

“You want to do this in front of people?” Rafe asked, surprised.

“No. We’ll go down to the beach. Just easier to meet there,” you said vaguely.

The reality was the country club gave you a way to chicken out last minute that the beach didn’t. At the country club, you could hide in a bathroom. On the beach, unless you were planning on drowning yourself or burying yourself in the sand you were stuck with him.

“Okay, Gorgeous,” he said lazily, the nickname slipping easily from his tongue. “Do you want me to pick you up or…”

“I’m good,” you denied. “I’ll get there.”

“See you later then,” he said.

“Okay. See you,” you said, hurriedly hanging up before you said something stupid like I love you or just tell me now why you left me.

You spent the next few hours panicking about what you’d just done, torn between hating yourself for making that choice and being relieved that it was finally happening. You gave all of your friends in your group chat a short version of your plan. You were met with a mixture of approval and disapproval from everyone—mostly born of a desire to make sure that you were alright. They offered to come and do recon so you’d have an easy out, but you denied the need. Then, they offered to come and slash his truck tires, which you declined just like you had the first hundred times they’d offered over the past two months. After that, they settled and just insisted that you text them an update later to let them know what was going on. It was easy enough to agree to.

You make your way to the country club a little bit before six and were shocked to see Rafe already waiting there. He was sitting at the bar, knee bouncing with anxiety, tapping at an empty glass in front of him. His eyes met yours, and just for a moment, you froze in place. Slowly, you drifted over to his side and were pleasantly surprised to see that he appeared entirely sober.

“Hey,” he greeted when you found words hard to formulate.

“Hi, Rafe,” you replied after a few breaths.

He looked you up and down, an undercurrent of amusement passing through his eyes. “I’d ask if you want a drink but I have a feeling that you’d rather swallow a bucket of sand right now,” he said.

You nodded, grimacing. “Pretty much,” you confirmed. You glanced towards the door. “Wanna…go?”

God, how could this be so fucking awkward? you asked yourself. This was the man you fell in love with and knew like the back of your hand and still somehow this was wildly uncomfortable like you didn’t know each other at all.

Rafe nodded slowly, rising to his feet. He gestured for you to go first, eyes habitually roaming around the room. They landed on the guy who had been touching you the night before at the party, gross hand on your leg as if he had any form of claim to you. Rafe felt his blood boiling for a moment and had to resist the urge to go and pummel the guy’s face in. It was hard for him, at least until the guy looked over, noticing Rafe. Immediately, the creep paled to a near-ghostly white shade. Satisfied by the obvious fear, Rafe offered the guy a condescending smile, with a harsh edge to it, teeth set. He put his hand on the small of your back as you walked, guiding you forward and opening the door for you as he went. As he passed through, his eyes did not separate from the guy’s until you had exited. The message was clear, even though you hadn’t even noticed the interaction at all.

She is Rafe Cameron’s, she is not available.

As you started to walk down to the beach, almost immediately, Rafe began to feel guilty for thinking that. He’d already done enough to hurt you in his eyes. But, then again, he couldn’t deny the part of him that desperately did want a second chance to reach that famous happy end. The kind that he knew only you could give him. The kind that only came with you beside him. No, he couldn’t ignore that part of him. It made up most of him. And he knew that it made up most of you too. And that was the part that made him loathe himself all the more.

On and on down the beach the pair of you walked, alternating between a few feet and barely a few inches between you. The silence continued on until you realized you didn’t even know how to approach this conversation. You sighed, stopping in your trek, evidently having decided you were far enough from other people to have this conversation now. 

“I don’t know how to even start this,” you admitted quietly. “I miss you. I meant that. I meant everything I said last night except that I hate you. I don’t. I wish I could, sometimes. But I don’t. I love you. And…and last night you said that you loved me too, still.”

“I do,” he said, shrugging, then setting his jaw to shut himself up.

“Then why are we doing this? When we love each other and we both want to be together? Why?” you asked, the words simple but desperate.

“You’re better off without me,” Rafe said, staring at the horizon, refusing to look at you.

“I’m not,” you denied. “And you’re not better without me either. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that either.” He’d been spending an egregious amount of his time high or wasted since your break up and it was impossible not to notice. Rafe glanced down at you and then back out over the water. The sky above you was morphing from its crystalline blue to the golden hues that promised night was coming soon. “I think we’re past lying to ourselves about that, don’t you? Or at least we should be.”

“I know that I’m not. But you are,” he reiterated. “I’m…an absolute fuck up. And I am only going to drag you down. That is all that I will ever be good for. You may not get that now. But you will.” He sighed and looked over at you. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, Princess.”

“Well look at that, wrong as usual,” you muttered, shaking your head. “You’re not any of that! You’re not a fuck up. You’re not going to drag me down. You are…” You gesticulated wildly, trying to have your brain magically summon the words to describe how you felt. You settled for shaking your head and gesturing around you. “You’re like a…like a fucking beacon or something.”

Rafe snorted. “Fuck me, if you think I’m some sort of guiding light you’ve lost it, Princess,” he said sharply. “I’m literally the opposite of that. I don’t…I don’t help people. I just hurt them.” He gestured towards you. “Look at my family. Look at my friends. Dragged them all down. And…I mean, just look at you. How could you think that I’m anything good anymore?” He shook his head. “No, just…no. I’m not.”

You groaned. “Stop talking about yourself like you’re some hideous monster that has to hide in the dark,” you insisted, voice growing louder. “You’re not. You’re just a man! That’s it! A fucking stupid man, who I love more than anything…who I hate to see tearing himself apart like he does. An absolutely idiotic man who I miss so much it hurts to wake up in the morning.” You deflated, shoulders slumping, and this time you were the one looking out over the water while Rafe stared intently at you. “I’m not better off without you.” From the corner of your eye, you saw Rafe’s hand run over the bottom half of his face while he shook his head. You saw him bring his hand towards his lips and your head whipped over to look at him. “Don’t bite your damn nails, when was the last time you washed your hands? You’ve touched doors and railings! This is a public beach!”

It was like a bubble of tension cracked at that and Rafe laughed. Honest to God laughed. Laughed like you hadn’t heard in months from him. Laughed in a way that made your heart flutter and your lips turn up. The laugh kept going like he couldn’t stop it, and before you knew it you were chuckling yourself, which morphed into a hysterical laugh. You swatted at his arm in the midst of your laugh, but he caught your hand and held it. After a few moments longer, you both stared at each other, calming down. His easy smile and the crinkle of his eyes disappeared, replaced by a frown and concern.

“You…you should really find another guiding light if that’s what you’re looking for. A real beacon. Someone you can count on,” he said.

“Rafe,” you said seriously, taking a step closer to him. “Look at me.” He sighed but met your eyes. You squeezed your still-joined hands and he looked down as if he’d forgotten you were even touching. “You kept me from making myself look like an idiot last night. You got me home when I actively was trying to make it difficult. You held me until I fell asleep. You owed me nothing and you did that. I didn’t even have to ask you to, fuck I didn’t even want you to be there, but you knew what was good for me. And you left out water and pills and then texted me in the morning.” You let out a short, weak laugh. “I don’t think that I can count on someone else more than you.” He looked at you as if to say your name without having to actually speak it and you rolled your eyes. “Tell me something. How often do you get second chances in life?”

Rafe looked away, tongue running over his cheek, and then he looked back. “More than I deserve,” he said shortly.

Again, you rolled your eyes. “Stop being a self-sacrificial bitch for a second,” you said. He looked at you, scandalized and you had to resist the urge to laugh, soldiering on with your point. “Tell me, without the shit, how often you get second chances in life for something that you really want?” 

“I don’t,” Rafe said after a moment.

“And yet here I am. And I know that you still want to be together. And I am trying to give us a second chance. Why are you trying to refuse it?” you demanded.

“Because you actually are a fucking beacon of light,” he snapped, hand flexing like he was about to squeeze yours but stopped himself. “And I don’t want to…to fucking ruin that. I would never forgive myself if I ruined you. If I…made that fucking light go out? No, I’d never forgive myself. And I don’t want to risk you like that. Ever. And considering I’m this fucking black hole of bullshit…that is definitely risking it.”

His words resonated as if they were a tuning fork that struck and vibrated at the exact frequency of your very soul. He sighed and let go of your hand. In your shock, you let him. He moved away a few steps and paced back and forth. This time, when he brought his nails to his lips, you didn’t speak for a moment. You saw the glint of tears in his eyes and you didn’t know if they were from frustration or from sadness—both most likely.

Your brain caught up with you after a few moments of just staring at him. You walked forward and took his hand away from his mouth, moving your hands to rest behind his neck, forcing him to stop moving. Reflexively, his hands landed on your hips, holding you rather firmly to ground himself. You played with the ends of his hair, waiting for him to measure his breath once more and meet your eyes with his own.

“You’re not a black hole, idiot,” you said fondly. “You are not an irredeemable monster. You’re just scared.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched and he looked away, then back again. “I’m not fucking scared. But if I were, Princess? It’d be for good reason,” he said. “I have a lot to lose if I keep fucking up.”

“Everyone does,” you pointed out. You moved one hand to cup his cheek. “For now, if you think that I’m some mythical fucking beacon of light, then let me do it for both of us…be it.” He shook his head, blinking away tears he didn’t want to fall. “Rafe…I can handle you being stupid. I can handle your fuck ups. I have this long. What I can’t handle is losing you.” He was silent and you shrugged. “Look at me and tell me that if I walked away right now and started dating someone else you’d be okay with that.”

His eyes snapped back to you, visibly disturbed and angry. “Fuck no,” he admitted, practically spitting the words out.

“Exactly,” you said softly. His hands moved slowly to wrap around your waist more, no longer just resting on your waist. “I know that there are things we have to work on. Believe me. But we make sense. We work together. Let’s try again, Rafe.” You took a deep, shaky breath. “If you tell me you don’t love me. If you don’t want this…I’ll walk away. I won’t bring this up…won’t bother you again.”

“No,” Rafe said immediately, more firmly than even the last time. “I do love you, of course I fucking do. And yes I want you.” His voice almost immediately became choked up. “I want us. I just…”

“Are the words you’re looking for ‘am scared?’” you suggested.

“No,” he denied, using what was obviously his new favorite word once more. “Not scared. Just…hesitant to risk hurting you.”

You gave him a flat look. “Rafe, is loving me worth the risk of me hurting you?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I don’t care if you hurt me.”

“So then why can I not feel the same way about you?” you demanded. “It’s worth the risk. So let’s take it.”

“You’re more important than me,” he murmured, leaning your foreheads together, initiating the touch he obviously desperately craved.

The noise that escaped you was somewhere between a scoff and a snort. “That’s the dumbest thing you have ever said to me,” you declared. “And you told me that for two years you didn’t believe that dinosaurs were real.”

Rafe laughed, weak but true and a sweet sound to your ears. As he did so, he pulled back just enough that your eyes were able to meet. “I was a child,” he defended, a tiny smile on his lips.

“You were twelve,” you corrected. “You started high school not believing that dinosaurs existed. You had to take an earth science class to realize that fossils were real.”

Turning his head, Rafe moved one of his hands to your face, holding your cheek, just like you were doing to him. “Can I kiss you to stop you from making fun of me again?” he asked softly, eyes darting down to your lips and then back up. “Or is it too soon to tell you to shut up without being an ass?”

You smirked. “Don’t worry. I know you’re an ass,” you said, leaning forward.

He met you halfway, your lips brushing together. The kiss was soft at first, sweet and featherlight as if trying to ascertain if it was really happening. That didn’t last for very long though. Quickly, Rafe’s grip on you tightened and he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You happily let him take the lead, letting your hands travel to the back of his neck again, longing to just sink into his embrace. When you broke apart, you both were breathing unevenly, looking at each other with vulnerable gazes.

“I missed you,” you said, voice strangely shy considering who you were talking to and how well you knew him—not to mention the fact that his tongue had been practically down your throat moments earlier.

“I love you,” Rafe said. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead that lingered, then tipped your chin up to meet his gaze, his other hand keeping you pressed firmly to his body. “You gonna be my girl again, Gorgeous?”

Even though you rolled your eyes, your smile gave you away. “I never really stopped, did I?” you posed.

He hummed, half-frown on his face, and shrugged. “Dunno,” he admitted.

“I didn’t,” you said, wanting to wipe away the insecurity from him in one assurance even though you knew you couldn’t. “I never stopped. And, for the record, I love you too. Even though you’re a jackass.” You paused. “And a little bit on the stupid side.”

Rafe’s lips cracked back into a smile that grew into something far more relaxed. “Well that’s good to know,” he murmured. 

“You just have pretty privilege is all,” you murmured quietly, voice serious despite the words being joking. You looked at him as though you feared he might disappear. 

He stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t realized fell, and then reluctantly pulled away from you, forcing his hands into his pockets to keep from touching you. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“We do,” you confirmed. You offered him your hand. “Wanna go get something to eat and actually, you know, do that?”

Immediately, his hand was out of his pocket, and his fingers were laced with yours. “Yeah, Princess, I do,” he agreed. “Let’s go before it gets dark.”

“How could it get dark when I shine so bright as our beacon?” you asked, teasing, grabbing his arm with your free hand and squeezing it in a half-hug.

“Jesus Christ you’re lucky that you’re so damn easy to love,” Rafe said laughing. He pulled you closer, letting go of your hand in favor of throwing his arm over your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your temple, lips lingering, his voice going serious this time. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” you assured him. “I love you too.” He nodded, still not moving away yet. “Come on, Cameron. Let’s get a move on here. You’ll be thrilled to know that I didn’t listen to you and drink or eat much of anything today, so I am desperately in need of water or something.”

Rafe groaned. “Of course you didn’t,” he said dryly. “Come on, can’t let my girl stay dehydrated or hungry.”

With that, he started pulling you back up the beach towards the country club. And, in the back of your mind, even with the lingering uncertainty and unsaid words, you felt better than you had in what felt like an eternity. You stared at Rafe’s face—your Rafe, your stupid, sweet, annoying, perfect boyfriend—as the golden hour’s light hit him. The angelic glow that it cast on his infuriatingly perfect face was always breathtaking. But, something about him at this moment, after being so vulnerable and honest, struck you differently. You took your phone out and snapped a picture of him before he could notice or refuse and smiled down at it, ignoring the delayed groan when Rafe realized you’d already captured it.

“Come on, Gorgeous,” he complained.

“Sorry, I just had to capture the day Rafe Cameron admitted he was wrong. It’s a historical event,” you said, grinning, sending the picture to your friend before turning the phone off wanting to focus only on him.

He rolled his eyes at the jab, but you were pleased to see the way that his lips twitched up in an amused smile. The sight lightened your heart and made your lips stretch into a wider version of your own smile you’d already been sporting. And in the slowly fading light of day, there were only two things that you were certain of.

Rafe didn’t give himself nearly enough credit.

You weren’t going to make the same mistake as him.

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The Last Hello | Mat Barzal

summary: it’s been two months since you last saw Mat. but what happens when you are both in important roles in the event and Mat had been doing som personal evaluating.

request: yes/no

warnings: sad Mat, no real ending, slight use of strong language

word count:3.1k

authors note/ ending went to crap as I am tried so pls excuse any typos cause this wasn’t beta read. This is sort of a part two for The Last Goodbye, but I won’t make a series as this is the last part. both parts came be read separately but they make more sense in the way suggested (pt 1 then pt2). To the person who wanted Wedding Mat I didn’t know if you had a preference for whether or not he was the groom. So if I’ve gotten it majorly wrong just let me know and I’ll write you a new piece!

pt 1

You wondered if you would have been seen as a bitch if you didn’t show up.

Sure you were the maid of honour, and sure you had said you could survive seeing Mat for a whole week again but that didn’t mean that you thought you could actually do it.

You hadn’t seen Mat in over two months after timing the pick-up of your stuff in his apartment whilst he was in New Jersey you were physically officially gone. It was the worst reality check that Mat could have ever come home to, the first sign was when your hat wasn’t on its hook by the door anymore and it only went down hill from there. The Canadian had contemplated all of the different ways to talk to you, he had called all of your friends and the ones who did pick up said you needed space. He even sat at your favourite coffee shop every morning for a week until one of the baristas who had seen the two of you in there plenty of times eventually told him that you started getting your coffees delivered to work and that’s why you hadn’t been in there.

It had been the hardest two and a half months of your life. When the islanders were knocked out of the cup you wanted to call him, when you saw a cat that reminded you of Marley. The ginger cat you snuck into your dorm and then had to give to Mat when your RA found out about him. That led to three happy years where you were proud cat parents before Marley got sick causing you two to have to put him to sleep, leading to a week of near none stop tears from you both. When you saw a couple at your favourite table at the local Korean BBQ place you wanted to tell him as it was an ongoing joke between the two of you. But your brain always told your heart to forget about it as there was no chance you were going to do that to yourself. Sure you regretted breaking up with him after you had some time to think about it, but you really never thought that he’d ever take you back. And besides with how things ended you knew that you missed the old Mat, not the current one who value love in the way that you did. Staying in New York was tough on your heart so you opted to moving further into the city where you were now in Rangers territory. Your one bedroom apartment was above this nice old lady who had three cats who all seemed to adore you. Felix the grey tabby cat made daily trips up the stairs to come say hello to you where he got his daily dose of cuddles from you. The best part about Margret though was that she knew nothing about hockey so you turned into an open good about your breakup with Mat.

It was refreshing being able to just vent to a totally outside party about it all “know you remember that if he gives you any shit you punch him okay,” Margaret’s words drew a laugh from your lips.

You loved how blunt she was “and then I’ll give him a second one and say it’s from you,” you nodded as you pulled her into a hug “thank you,” not only had she taken you to the airport but she had also convinced you to go to the wedding. Her words called you out for being a bad friend at the fact that you even considered not going just because of a boy. Whilst Mat was a little bit more than just some boy to you, you understood what she meant and were quick to book your flight to Kelowna just after that.

Sure you were disappointed that you weren’t going to make it to the bridal shower but you were swamped at work and Lenasia was just grateful that you could come to the wedding.

You and Mat had been asked to be the maid of honour and best man respectively as your friendship with the couple had gone on for years. It came as a shock when you announce that you and Mat had broken up but when both she and Ethan had confirmed with both of you that you were comfortable being around the other during the big day, wedding plans were quick to continue on.

After the long flight you thanked your taxi driver as you got out of the car “just when I thought you wouldn’t show up.” Ethan joked as he had seen your taxi pull into the street a minute ago from the kitchen window.

You let out a playful scoff “miss my Gracie Bear too much for that.” You pretty much stepped into the role of playful aunt whenever you saw his daughter. It was aided by the fact that she seemed to adore you “she’s just woken up from a nap,” he explained as he pulled you into a hug.

It felt weird for him as he had never heard your side of the break up from you. Sure Lenasia had relaid information onto him after you called her in tears one night, so he knew that you were just as broken as Mat was but it was tough not being able to say anything to either one of you about the other. The soon to be married couple wanted to meddle but they knew that it was best if they kept their noses out of it all “you better not be hiding my maid of honour E!” Lenasia called out causing you to giggle “where’s my beautiful bride?” You asked as you made your way into the cabin.

Your relationship with the girl has blossomed over the fact that your boyfriends played on the same team, when they went separate ways you still remained in touch never letting your friendship burn out.

Mat thought he was dreaming when he saw you walk in, the way you hugged Lenasia placing a kiss on her cheek before you picked up Gracie and proceeded to smother her in kisses eliciting a high pitched giggle from the baby. You looked good, there was no doubt about it. You had cut your hair and had even gotten those highlights that you had been contemplating on for like four years.

When the Canadian locked eyes with you everyone seemed to notice it. Even Gracie did as she made a little noise of complaint that she wasn’t your center of attention. Not wanting to be weird you let your face form a soft smile “why don’t I show you to your room,” Lenasia offered as she motioned to you to follow her.

Ethan watched as the three of you left as you still had Gracie in your arms “you okay bro?” He asked as he tapped Mats arm. That was the weirdest thing he had like ever seen the boy so “yeah,” the Islanders player nodded as he thought he was going to throw up. The idea of seeing you again was something that he once looked forward to, still desperate to get back with you Mat hadn’t accepted the fact that you two had broken up. Actually seeing you felt like a whole different territory.

A wave of nerves came over you as you guys walked past more bedrooms “since my cousin decided to come you have two options, there is a bed in Gracie’s room or-” Lenasia sent you an apologetic look as she felt bad for the situation you had been put into “it looks like we’re roomies.” You had cut her off because you knew the second option involved Mat, she hadn’t given any signs to indicate that matter but somehow in your heart you knew that he was apart of the unsaid statement.

You looked down to the clothes you were wearing and realised that you were in need of a change “I’ll let you take her whilst I go freshen up?” You asked as you held Gracie out for her mother to grab.

The first real moment of silence you got came and hit you like a truck. With the amount of unknown girls that were there you were glad that none of them were Mats date. Sure it didn’t mean that he was single, but it meant you didn’t have to watch him get all cozy with another girl.

Your body practically collapsed onto the bed as you were in need of a nap. The eight hour plane ride was finally catching up to you. But just as you were about to doze off into a peaceful slumber you heard that ever so familiar laugh “you look like you’ve just died,” Mat pointed out as he leaned against the frame of your door.

You rolled onto your side to look at him “been a long day,” you confessed as you had been up since five in the morning due to nerves.

What surprised you the most was the way Mat walked into the room and sat in the little arm chair that faced your bed. He wanted to talk but the words were not things that he could find “how were the parties?” You asked as you propped your head up by your hands.

It actually hurt Mat that you hadn’t asked him about himself and he meant that in the least conceited way possible. Maybe it was the fault of his brain or his heart but he truly thought that you could have at least asked how he was “they both went down successfully.” He nodded as he rubbed his chin feeling the stubble that was being to grow through.

You always loved it when Mat had a beard, it was a tradition at one point that if the Islanders made it into the playoffs that he’d let his beard grow for the duration of the teams time in the playoffs.

It might have sounded absurd but the action from the boy made your thighs clench “thanks for picking up my slack when I was gone.” You yawned as you smiled at him.

The Canadian watched as you rested your head on the soft padding that was your duvet “I’ll let you get some sleep,” his voice was soft as he pulled your blanket over you.

The way you mumbled a small thank you before you shut your eyes warmed Mats heart “I love you,” he whispered making sure that you were all tucked in before he left you.

So what he didn’t hear was how you said the same words back just as he walked out of your bedroom letting your sleep consume you.

Your love for Gracie was seriously being question by the way she continued to babble whilst the two of you were meant to be asleep “Gracie Bear please so me a real one and just go to sleep,” you pleaded as you knew that you were going to have to be awake early tomorrow for the long and hectic day that stood ahead.

When your requests went ignored you let out a sigh running your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to have to do it but if you wanted any chance of a solid night of sleep then you clearly had no choice.

So you muttered things to yourself as you grabbed your phone charger before you left your room making sure to kiss Gracie’s head on your way out. The way to Mats room was short, Lenasia had shown you where it was just in case you needed it. The thing that took the most time was mustering up the courage to actually knock on that door, it took three soft knocks on the door before Mat shuffled out of bed and opened the door.

Due to the height difference you were met with his chest “what’s up?” He asked as he let out a yawn surprised to see you there.

You rocked on the balls of your feet “can I sleep in here tonight?” You cocked your head hoping he’d say yes “Gracie won’t stop talking.” You added as you rubbed your eyes.

The boy laughed “sure,” he nodded as he motioned to you to come in.

The sight of his room made your heart feel at ease. The two single beds had the left one untouched and the right was where he clearly slept. He never used to have a side of the bed where he slept but when he learnt that you took the left side his only option was to become a right side sleeper.

You sat on what was now your bed as you just stared at the roof. It wasn’t often that you experienced being left speechless given that you were talkative by nature “I’m sorry,” Mat blurted out causing you to lift your head as you looked at him.

When he saw that you were confused he had to continue “for everything I did.” He shoved his hands into his sweatpants as he sat on his own bed.

All you could do was nod “you didn’t so anything wrong Mat.” You sighed as it was the truth. If he had yelled at you or cheated on you it would have made the end of your relationship not feel as forced.

Mat had spent the last few months reflecting “I’m sorry for what I didn’t do then,” he knew that it probably sounded better as your main reason what you had shared for breaking up was the fact that he no longer showed you love.

A smile formed on your lips “thank you,” was all that you could get out as you fiddled with the necklace around your neck.

You felt bare without your M necklace so once you gave it back to him you were quick to get a replacement chain as you needed something on your neck “we should probably go to sleep,” the hockey player announced as he looked at the digital alarm clock that sat on the table between you.

Mat simply hoped that the silence in the dark would give him more time to wrack his brain for things to say to you. Somehow he had all the time in the world whilst having none of the words.

A sigh fell from your lips “goodnight Mat,” you mumbled as you rolled over to let the sleep consume you.

Surprisingly the wedding was going really well. The ceremony was beautiful, you walked out to see Mat and swore you were going to cry but you kept it in because you knew that you’d wind up crying later.

Which was totally true, your tears struck in the middle of the couples speeches. Thankfully for you though you were sat next to Mat after two of the bridesmaids that were sat on either side of you wanted to sit next to each other. The Canadian noticed the sniffle you had as the tears welled up in your eyes, he was quick to lock his hand with yours “you okay?” He murmured into your ear as he shot you a concerned look.

You nodded as you raised your fingers to your face making sure to catch the tears that fell before they ruined your makeup “yeah,” you sighed “that was just really cute.” your confession caused him to chuckle. It hurt you both though because deep down inside as you listened to Ethan make his undying love speech to Lenasia, you both thought about Mat being in his shoes and you being in Lenasias. Your wedding although as hypothetical as it was, it was still something that both of you had thought out in depth having conversations and everything. The type of venue all the way down to the cake had been decided on. Mat would never intend on telling you this but he’s even had your engagement ring ready to go for the last ten months.

He was meant to propose on your big Valentine’s Day bash but with his injury that trip got canceled and so did your proposal.

The air between you two felt dense as people began to separate as they made their ways to the dance floor.

You decided to stay back was you had Gracie on your lap and as a result Mat stayed with you.

It wasn’t something that you expected him to do but nevertheless you appreciated it “she likes your bracelet,” the Canadian pointed out as he smiled.

Gracie made a string of noises before she looked up at the girl “she likes the fact that it’s shiny,” you explained shaking your head as you made funny faces at the girl.

Mat always knew that you were going to be a great mother “always thought you’d be like that to our kids.” He let his filter disappear as it caused your eyes to go wide “our?” You repeated as you hoped you had done so indeed.

You smiled as he nodded “we’d have a girl and a boy.” You had both agreed that you would have a minimum of two children as you both grew up with siblings and felt like if you were to have a child that they should do the same.

This rush of the feeling of content waved through your body “I want you to ask me again.” After only getting two hours of sleep due to the fact that he had been racking his brain for what to say, he had finally come up with the perfect answer.

Despite the not contact for two months, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Do you love me?” You asked as you took a deep breath.

Whilst you knew that his answer was more than likely yes or else he wouldn’t have told you to ask him, you still felt like his answer might have been like his previous one.

Mat turned his chair so that he could face you “I love you so much that you’re the first thing that I want to see when I wake up and the last thing I want to think of when I go to sleep.” Your heart practically melted at the confession “you are my life, my happy and my world all in one, so I’m sorry I made you feel less than.” Usually be would have stopped with the first co session. Doing things like the second one were meant to be for massive moments.

And a massive moment is what this was.

Your Mat was officially back.

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Dilf!Seonghwa

Edit: this is a repost from my old blog including the little description below and I decided to not change anything about it. The blog I tagged below doesn't seem to exist anymore. :( also lmao I already started working on a part 2 xD yay!

Guys ahsdgajha. Lmao please I need to provide background for this post. I read @atiny-thingz Dilf!Ateez post and lemme tell you, I screamed. It brought back the memory of this running joke my friends and I used to have in 11th grade about this really hot dad that everyone crushed on. So in honour of the post that inspired me and my real life experience, I decided I would write this.

It is only a headcanon/au thing, but let me know if I should perhaps do a part 2?

Edit: here's part 2

This is the first time I’m writing kinda suggestive content and I’m pretty new to it so go easy on me, but I would love some feedback. It’s only suggestive at the end though lol.

Warning: Despite this technically being based on a legal reader, since there is a somewhat large age-gap - thought I would clarify:

Please be aware that I do not condone any type of relationships between minors and adults, nor do I encourage the idea of being a homewrecker. This is all just fiction! So without further ado, let’s get started!

Genre: Doesn’t exactly have one but has elements of crack and is suggestive.

Age: This is written for a somewhat mature audience so please, no under 16s. Stay safe younglings <3

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Ah yes, another day, another random school fundraiser.

Your mom got you to look after one of her colleague’s daughter, Nila, for the week while they went on a business trip.

It was the middle of the week and, while this kid was adorable, you’d literally do anything else then go to this weird fundraiser on such a beautiful afternoon.

Oh well, duties are duties.

So as this cutie kid drags you along throughout the whole school, showing you all the stalls and requesting that you buy her some food before she has her ‘shift’, you can’t help but notice that there are only parents here. No other students, siblings - nothing.

A deep exasperated sigh left your mouth because you were here for a good three hours, and quite frankly, despite this little fundraiser having some talks you could attend, you really had no idea how you would busy yourself since the talks offered were a bit boring and you had to pay a large chunk to get a space. Bummer.

Anyway after sharing some mouth-watering cookies with the little girl she asks you to come with her to her stall where she and her peers would be selling cold drinks, and of course you couldn’t say no because this kid was actually a sweetheart and you had it nowhere in your heart to do such.

So obviously you proceed to accompany her there.

It’s a cute stall, and you smile at the youthful, yet ignorant excitement shining in the little girl’s eyes as she exchanges the ‘duty cap’ that one of her classmates had on just prior.

Oh if only they knew what a real job was like.

It wasn’t until after the other girls left, that you realised she was alone, causing you to enquire about her job, wondering if she’s working the shift by herself.

“No, don't worry! Yerim is also doing the job with me. I’m sure she’ll come soon. See? That’s why there’s two hats.” She said, gesturing towards the other cap on the counter.

You nodded quaintly and silently decided to wait with her until her friend came.

“Daddy! Look! Nila is working with me!” A shout came from behind you and a little girl came running to bear hug Nila, causing the both of them to burst into a fit of giggles.

You smiled at the pair and watched mindlessly as Nila got Yerim her hat.

“Oh? Are you looking after Nila?” A voice called out.

‘Oh boy, here we go. Time to get out the speaking to parents voice’

Those were your thoughts as you dreaded having to act somewhat proper so the snobby parents around you wouldn’t undermine you. You took a quick millisecond to gather yourself before turning to face th-

Holy shit.

A blessing.You’ve been blessed. You can die happily now.

This man’s smile-

It’s shining. Blinding you and you do not care, he can have your eyesight.

Cue the slo-mo scene in the movies where everything looks ethereal and suddenly you picture him taking your hand, giving you flowers, and asking the same thing he just did in a softer more seductive tone.

AHaha but it’s not a movie so get yourself together you thirsty piece of flesh.

“Uh yeah, I am, her mom is away on business.” You said smiling, dying inside at the realisation that today was the day you decided to wear such a boring outfit.

Oof pain.

“Oh? I don’t recall Shannon saying she was going away,” He said furrowing his eyebrows, before staring at you,

YO SHIT IS HE CHECKING YOU OUT? HE’S CHECKING YOU OUT FOR SURE.

“nor that she would be leaving such a cute babysitter in her place.” He chuckles nonchalantly.

How is he so calm after saying that like it’s nothing??? Tf???

Fine, two can play this game sir.

“Well she didn’t tell me she was acquainted with such an attractive man either.”

That wasn’t the strongest comeback but like you're nervous okay?

He smiled at the remark, seemingly about to say something, only to be interrupted by his darling daughter.

“Daddy you have to buy something ya know!”

He let out a chuckle that you could only describe as handsome.

“Mhhmm! You too y/n” Nila said toward you with such bright eyes you couldn’t bother saying no. [as mentioned earlier, this cute kid has you weak.]

“Hmm okay you two, since you're all grown up, tell us the prices of your drinks.” You say egging the two girls on, to the man beside you’s amusement.

As the two little girls hurriedly tried to find the price list and decide who’s speaking first, Mr. handsome man turned to you.

“I like that name, Y/n,” He reached out his hand in front of him, “I’m Seonghwa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hehehehehehehe play it cool.

Daintely placing your hand in his and gently giving him a small squeeze as you do so, you let out:

“The pleasure is all mine.”

The two of you end up buying water bottles, him insisting that he pays for you so the girls have less to work out in terms of prices (apparently)

You greeted the girls, leaving them to attend to their shift, and discovered that Seonghwa was going to be here a while as well, in which the two of you concluded it would be a good idea to talk off the hours rather than wandering around alone.

You both wander around (a little awkwardly in silence mind you) until you find a table made to look like a wine barrel for a rustic vibe with two high chairs beside it. It matched the theme of this area which was made to be like an expensive barnhouse.

Now lemme tell you, water ain’t as classy as wine but that didn’t stop Seonghwa from calling over one of the workers serving cocktails, and asking for two empty wine glasses.

He then elegantly poured the water into both wine glasses.

“I suppose it’s too early to be drinking but never too early to stay hydrated in a classy way.” He said.

LMAO this guy has dad humour or very dry, dead humour.

You let out a genuine giggle since that was such a dorky thing to say.

“My peers would probably disagree with you as most of them pop out a beer by 9:05.”

“Yes of course, around your age, you don’t quite have the same responsibilities as I do.”

“Oh? Such as working and taking care of a kid? Because it would appear that I have to worry about that too” You replied cheekily even though you probably know he’s living a bit more of a tiring life by the way he spoke.

He let out a heavy sigh which you didn’t expect after your poor attempt of making the convo entertaining.

“Well yes that may be true, but at least you aren’t dealing with a toxic relationship - Only staying and sucking it up for the sake of your child.”

Oh. well that’s quite the share.

“I’m sorry to hear you're dealing with some hardships.” You utter out, genuinely sympathetic.

“But in my opinion, regardless of the child, you should make a decision that makes you happy. You can raise Yerim with no issue even when separated. Rather that, than letting her grow up in an unhappy home, no..? Then again what do I know?” You say while spinning the water in your glass as if it really was wine.

He paused while circling his pointer finger around the rim of his glass. His head resting on his other hand, seemingly in deep thought.

He looked towards you with an intense gaze. One that made you feel small and had your body urging you to run away. But it also captivated you, so you fought your body and held your breath instead to calm down the intimidation you were feeling.

His whole aura changed for some reason...

“You’re not wrong in what you're saying,” he leaned over the barrel, a little closer to you, “But what if the decision that makes me happy is looked down upon?” He said lowly, looking you up and down once again.

This shouldn’t make you nervous. In fact nothing could be considered remotely inappropriate and yet your breath was hitching and your stomach was churning.

Why? Why is this random man making you feel, for lack of better words, so weird.

Bad brain! Bad!

You must be looking too much into his words to think he could be insinuating something...right?

You wanted to back up a little, and lean away from him, feeling as though you needed to gather yourself, but as you leaned back the wine glass full of water was knocked over, splaying it’s contents over you.

The glass was saved, thankfully landing on some grass, protecting your wallet from a potential bill from the school or whoever owned this damned glass.

Your clothes and dignity however?

Can’t really say the same thing…

You stand up immediately picking up the glass and placing it on the table.

Only then do you tense up at the sudden coldness against your skin.

“Oh dear, are you alright, should I get you some paper towels or maybe a napkin?” Seonghwa stood up immediately at your side.

Even though this was painfully embarrassing and the looks you were getting from others didn’t help, you wanted to play it cool.

“No, no, don’t worry. I should’ve been more careful.”

You decided to look inside the little bag you had brought with you, trying to see if you have any sort of tissues with you.

What an awful day to be wearing a shirt that becomes somewhat transparent when wet…

As you're searching, you fail to realise just how transparent the shirt is, obliviously just trying to find an easy solution.

You may have been oblivious, but Seonghwa was not. He couldn’t help the large gulp he took as he saw the shirt stick to your skin, basically exposing anything underneath for everyone to see.

He had a few intrusive thoughts but he shook them off, instead, taking his jacket and placing it over you.

“What are-”

He takes your arm in his grasp and your bag in his other hand, leading you away from some of the snobby parents who had the audacity to still be looking at you in disgust because of your now ‘revealing’ shirt.

We don’t stan those parents alright?

Anyway he knows this school well and so he leads you towards a much more empty area and opens a door to what you’d assume is to be a guest restroom since it looked pretty fancy compared to the normal trashy bathrooms you see in highschools.

He placed your bag down onto the sink and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t as small as a cubicle, but it was still a very small space to be in, not leaving much room to move around too much.

“Sorry, I just thought it would be more convenient if you cleaned and tried to dry up here.”

Oh? Well yeah this works you guess…

Then you see the mirror.

Cue heat rising to your cheeks and your breath hitching a little.

Oh that’s why he thought it would be a good idea…

Bro your torso is on display. Like, deadass.

Mental note: don’t wear white shirts and be a clumsy dumbass simultaneously in the future.

As you’re staring in the mirror in a small state of shock and further embarrassment, Seonghwa mindlessly grabs the towel next to the sink in the small cubicle, and tugs up your shirt a little bit so that he can place the towel on top of the wet mark a bit more easily.

Haha what?

It’s only when he notices that you’re extremely still, that he realises he shouldn’t just be wiping down a stranger’s shirt for them…

He immediately comes to a halt, while awkwardly glancing at you with the same slightly panicked expression that you held on your own face.

However, Seonghwa realised that, your face, flushed out a little, is frustratingly endearing to look at.

He almost felt the urge to just cradle your face in his hands right then and there...Maybe pulling you in closer

Mr. Park NO!

He shakes his thoughts away, immediately apologising, slowly retracting his arm.

But you know what your dumbass did?

Held his arm in place.

Yup.

You don’t know why, but it’s like your brain was straight out malfunctioning.

Body, actions, thoughts, rationality - all of it was not communicating with each other and you couldn’t logically explain your actions.

It just felt like maybe you should keep him there and let him take care of you, no matter how strange that may seem. It seemed right…

Either way this is just awkward and now there’s just so, so much tension.

The air is literally weighing on you a bit, especially since Seonghwa went silent after you instinctively grabbed his arm.

It was still, silent, and it felt as though if you moved, reality would break into pieces.

Dramatic way to explain the situation? Maybe. But it really did feel close to that.

“I uh...It’s okay. You can continue.” You let out shakily.

BRO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING OH MY GOSH. HE’S GOING TO THINK YOU’RE CRAZY.

I’m literally getting second hand embarrassment lmao, moving on.

He just adjusted his throat and gave a quaint nod before continuing what he was doing.

The issue was that now he was hyper focused on trying to not make any direct contact with your skin. His touches are so light, that it’s obviously ineffective, and you and him both know that, but no one wants to say anything.

He’s keeping his eyes glued to the wet patch on your shirt and as you look hopelessly at the soggy thing, you can’t help but let your eyes wander to his arms.

Holy shit his arms. You were already flustered, and now you have to sit still knowing his arms look so good? No way. It’s over for you.

His biceps bulged a little since it was bent, and the dress shirt he was wearing tightened around it, only accentuating how firm he was.

If he’s just that firm on his arms...Imagine what he’s like everywhere else…

Great… Now your feeling heat rush to more areas than just your cheeks.

Look away Y/n. Look away. Literally anywhere but there.

Ah yes, look at the ceiling.

You bit at your lip nervously, and in hopes that it would be a gentle reminder to restrain yourself from looking over at him.

“Can you-”

Your eyes meet his, and he darts his eyes elsewhere almost immediately.

He straightens himself up, letting go of your shirt and placing that hand now on the towel.

“Can you not bite your lip like that..?” He steals a glance at you before sighing.

“Ahem...Please.”

His ears are definitely a shade of pink and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Honestly you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful and more confident knowing that you weren’t the only one being flustered here.

You felt like you could breathe a little now.

Maybe your brain did a 180 a bit too quickly, since now you decided to lean closer to him, ensuring that your head popped up within his eye view, which was predominantly the floor at the moment.

You tilted your head tauntingly.

“Why? Does it make you nervous?” You said with a playful undertone in your voice - the seemingly newfound confidence urging you on in your antics.

He let out a scoff, turning his head to the side in disbelief before turning his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised, ready to challenge you.

He now leaned closer, clearly asserting a dominant aura with a small smirk graced on his face.

“Trust me, if I wanted to see you wet, this situation would be a lot different.”

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

That was unexpected.

No you won’t back down. You’ve been flustered too much today and you’re tired.

Game face: on.

There’s no time to let the wet shirt of yours get the best of you. It is now no longer your priority in this moment.

[A/N: let’s go Y/N, show ‘em what you got]

You saunter close to him, pushing your hands on his chest causing him to lean back into the wall.

“Is that so?” You chuckle, reaching for his tie, tugging at it a little, before busying yourself with tightening it and making it look a little neater.

“And in what ways, would that situation be different?” you uttered out in the most seductive voice you could muster.

You held back a smirk as his breath audibly hitched.

He found his hand, crawling to grip your hip. Pulling you a bit closer towards him - bodies just touching.

“Well for starters, you wouldn’t have a shirt that would be able to get wet in the first place.”

You flattened out the tie, coming to a halt, taking time to gaze at him.

“Oh? And why’s that?” You said lowly, acting dumb.

His grip tightened around your hip, finally pulling you into his chest.

The slight dampening of his shirt didn’t bother him as much as his urge to touch you more did.

“Because, Y/n,” He spoke, leaning in so that you could now feel his breath fan your lips,

“In an ideal situation, you and I would both be naked.”

[frankenjoly]

"If I told you I liked you, would you finally get it?" + nikonathan

"If I asked you out, hypothetically, would you say yes?" + souheki

"You make it really hard for me to be subtle, you know." + tachigin

tasty *insert eyes emoji* soo have nikonathan with very oblivous nathaniel, fake dating... or not souheki and suggestive tachigin :3

nikonathan + “if i told you i liked you, would you finally get it?”

“If I told you I liked you, would you finally get it?”

There wasn’t a more direct way than that one, and yet, Nathaniel still managed to stare at him in evident confusion. As if Nikolai had just asked him to eat one of his shoes, tried to convince him eggs weren’t real or… whatever other ridiculous idea; it wasn’t funny to try and come up with other examples in a situation like that.

“Are you kidding me, Gogol?” Nathaniel then said, and laughing right then may be counterproductive, but fuck– it was either laughing or groaning. “Nevermind, of course you are.”

And: jackpot! Damn, that man was a totally open book more times than not.

“Oh, c’mon! If I wanted to pull a prank on you, I’d be way more creative than that! A fake confession is sooooo basic.” Nikolai answered, rolling his eyes. “It’s not even a ‘cheap comedian’ thing, it’s a ‘high-school jerk thinking they’re so funny’ thing. And lemme tell you, since you haven’t figured it out despite having tons of evidence pointing towards the opposite: I have wayyyy more style than that.”

“So… you were really trying to flirt with me?” Obvious surprise, as well as confusion, were written all over Hawthorne’s face.

“I mean, been for a while now, but thanks for noticing.”

souheki + “if i asked you out, hypothetically, would you say yes?”

“If I asked you out, hypothetically, would you say yes?” Naomi asked, and holding back laughter as Atsushi’s eyes went wide in shock was extremely difficult, but she somehow managed.

“What? I mean, you’re great, Naomi-san but…” He was about to start sweating, even, so she decided to spare him. Besides, Atsushi was a terrible liar, anyway.

“Relax! I just need a fake partner for the undercover stunt in this case and–”

“Didn’t Kunikida-kun say you couldn’t do it?” Ranpo then intervened. Well, damn. So that was where her chance to get involved in more detective-like work ended, apparently.

“Why can’t I have some fun every now and then?” She even pouted; it may not get her anywhere, but at least there would be an attempt.

“Oh, but you will.” Dazai also joined the conversation, clasping his hands together and offering her a big-ass smile. “We’ve been talking with Kunikida-kun, and managed to convince him. You’re welcome, by the way.” Without moving from his seat, likely because of a not so good leg pain day, he pulled off something similar to a theatrical bow. “We just gotta make some changes in the script, y’see? Ranpo-san and I are gonna be the lovey-dovey couple, and you, my darling lil’ sister.”

Naomi grinned from ear to ear.

“I can totally work with that. Now you better practice, if you don’t play your part well I’m gonna be very disappointed.” It was, obviously, a joke. And both Ranpo and Dazai knew it, there was no doubt… yet they stared at her with a look that clearly read as ‘challenge accepted’ or something akin to it.

“Oh, but we already know how to do that! Right, pookie?” Dazai said, holding onto Ranpo’s arm, who leaned in and pressed a brief kiss over Dazai’s cheek with utmost movie-like charm.

“Of course we do, babygirl.”

There had never been a doubt about how they would be amazingly good at that, but there was also the possibility they weren’t acting at all. And honestly? Naomi was down to see everything unfold either way.

tachigin + “you make it really hard for me to be subtle, you know.”

“You make it really hard for me to be subtle, you know.”

Gin’s first response to Tachihara saying that was merely tilting their head, not as much in confusion than as a way to nudge him into keeping on talking; she already had a hunch about where his boyfriend wanted to go with that.

“C’mon, Gin. After all the hints I’ve been givin’ through the whole thing I think it’s pretty clear, isn’t it?” He offered them a toothy grin, evidencing how he had caught on to her intentions and was indulging in the wordless suggestion to play a little before anything else. “Should I kneel and beg, then? ‘Cause I’ll do it gladly.” Not only was there no doubt he would, but Tachihara also proceeded to get down on his knees right after saying so, grasping the hem of Gin’s knee-length dress and looking up to meet their gaze with the most obvious intent in his eyes. “Please?”

Strictly speaking, there was no need for Tachihara to do that, but damn if Gin wasn’t enjoying it. In fact, the only reason they took a moment before replying was so she could check with a quick glance if the door of the room they had sneaked into had been properly closed; ditching the party to have privacy wasn’t uncommon, but someone else may have to try and claim that same spot if not.

Then, once making sure there wouldn’t be any chance for interruptions, she nodded, unclasping one of Tachihara’s hands to entwine it with theirs.

“By all means, go on.”

“My pleasure.” Instead of getting up, though, Tachihara lifted the hand still grabbing the cloth a little. And after the dress’ skirt was out of the way, he started peppering Gin’s thighs with kisses.

(Also on ao3.)