#cause it could be me but i’m gonna be drunk in 10 minutes

[eddiethehunted]

you know when you flirt with someone by comparing hand sizes? like you hold your hand up to the person you like and go “wowww your hands are so much bigger/smaller than mine :)” anyway i need eddie to do that to steve. that’s all

[yuzurins]

# circles

in which: sae’s tired of running around in circles with an undefined relationship, so he decides to take his chance when he can to make you his.

warnings: kind of unorganized, mentions of alcohol, intoxicated reader, insecure reader, mutual pining, just a bunch of comfort and fluff, honestly strayed from the original prompt t-t

reblogs and interactions are appreciated!

itoshi sae is a busy man.

being the most sought for japanese football player and as well as a regular on the real matrid team meant he was always doing something football related. practices, games, events, you name it.

his schedule is packed with plans set months before they happen. companies and teams always request to see him sooner, but he makes no exceptions for anyone, not even his own family.

well, that goes for anyone but you.

itoshi sae has found himself breaking his own ideals without any hesitation. he‘s standing in front of your apartment, 5 hours, 27 minutes and 54 seconds before his flight back to spain, after an obviously drunk text you sent him 10 minutes ago.

1:22AM

y/n: saweewea

y/n: did u knwo a broken heart hurts REAL bad😍

sae: what

y/n: i think i’m goign to crush my cat with my body weight

y/n: u fg hhh hj jgjjgjhhhrkdoforjfof

sae: where are you rn

y/n: ogm r ru gonna come visit me 😎😜🥺

y/n: i’m soooerirjf lonely

sae: .

sae: be there in 5

sae doesn’t know whether to ring the doorbell or call you to let you know he’s here. heck, he’s not even sure whether you’re at home or not, but he does know that it’s not often you go out to drink. as he’s hesitating, you hastily open the door, almost like you could sense him there.

“sae!” you slur, just barely avoiding stumbling over yourself as you straighten up. “i didn’t expect you to actually come visit me.”

“neither did i.” he scoffs as he takes in your current state: graphic anime tee (which he gave you last christmas), sweatpants, messy tangled bun and your face is entirely red. you reek of soju and he knows better than anyone you’re a lightweight, so sae mentally prepares once more for what he’s about to get himself into.

the response from the magenta haired in front of you causes a pout to form on your face. he’s not quite sure if it’s just his imagination or not, but it looks like you’re more down, more tired than usual.

“are you okay?” he asks, and this prompts you to stretch your arms out, almost habitually, and wrap them around the taller male’s torso.

sae flinches ever so slightly at your touch. he gently pushes you back into the apartment as he closes the door, all while having one arm wrapped around your waist.

it’s obvious you’re not in the right mind space, but as everyone says, drunk words are sober thoughts, though sae doesn’t know whether that’s good or bad. you getting blackout drunk as a result of academic stress has become a monthly occurrence now, and it always ends up with sae coming over to babysit you. he’s more than aware of the fact that you’re taking his presence for granted, yet despite that, he’s still always there for you.

you’re obviously more than just friends, so why does sae feel like the line separating friendship and relationship just keeps getting thicker?

you latch onto him like a koala as he shuffles over to your couch. he doesn’t force anything out of you, doesn’t show any impatience, and just waits for you to talk.

the two of you quietly bask in the comfort of each other’s arms for a long time. just as sae begins to loosen his hold on you believing you’ve drifted off, you cling onto him even tighter, refusing to let go of his warmth.

“don’t go.” you mumble into his hoodie, voice quivering, and sae wonders if it really is school stress that’s made you this way.

humming in response, he pats your back lightly as if he’s caring for a baby, trailing his hand up to your head to play with your hair.

sae doesn’t want to pry, but there’s something he really needs to confirm before it eats his thoughts up even more.

“i won’t leave,” he reassures. “did anything happen?”

a sound comes out of your mouth in response, barely louder than a whisper. sae turns his head to look at you and you take it as a request for you to repeat your words. you try again, and this time, you’re still mumbling, but it’s enough for him to make out what you want to convey.

“i’m sorry.” and a tear falls from your eyes, “i’m sorry, sae.”

now sae’s been in this position for countless times, always coming to be your personal therapist at unearthly hours in the night, but this is the first time he’s ever seen you act so vulnerable. he can feel your body trembling against him and his heart aches just seeing you so dejected.

but he’s not dense enough to not realize what you’re apologizing for, because it’s the same reason as to why he decided to ask in the first place. he gently removes his arms off your waist, turns you to face him and moves his hand up to wipe the tears streaming down your cheek.

this tender, silent exchange between the two of you is more than any amount of words that express. sae’s usually indifferent eyes are laced with affection, and you just can’t help but feel so guilty because of that.

“i know you’re really busy,” you avert your eyes, biting on your bottom lip to stop yourself from breaking again. “you’re always doing so much for me, and i feel so terrible because i don’t deserve any of it.”

sae doesn’t say anything, letting you finish your thoughts before stating his.

“i was watching one of your games earlier, and i was reminded of the fact that your world and mine are so far apart.” you’re still looking away, but a soft nudge from sae’s hand pushes you back to look at him. “i just—i feel like i’m not enough for you, sae.”

through watered eyes, you can catch the expression of the male in front of you waver, and with years of knowing him, you’ve mastered the ability to be able to tell what emotions are going off in his mind.

“i know it sounds silly—“

“it’s not silly.” he interrupts, despite being patient all this time, but struggles to find the right words to continue. “is this what you’ve been feeling since back then?”

you shake your head, and lean forward to rest it on his shoulder. “the internet is scary.”

sae lets out a soft chuckle at your unintentional joke, and moves his head to rest it on the side of yours. “but what only matters is that i’m here in front of you right now, yeah?”

“it’s true that i’m busy, but i’ll always be your anchor of support whenever you need it, seriously.” his fingers find their way to intertwine with yours, and your heart flutters at how romantic he’s being. “so don’t cry sweetheart, because you’re breaking my heart as well.”

the use of the pet name makes you giggle, it being so out of character for sae, yet that’s how you know he really means it, from the bottom of his heart. hearing the sound of your laughter allows sae to relax his shoulder from all the tension he unknowingly had been feeling, and he cups your cheek with his palm, bringing you face-to-face with the taller male.

his eyes study your features, taking in your beauty, before going back to make eye contact with you. though you notice how they flicker down to your lips and hover there for a split second longer than anything else, your heart thumping loudly at the realization of what he’s asking of you.

you flash him a small smile in response as approval, and sae wastes no time closing the distance between you two. his touch is soft, almost like he’s afraid of breaking you, and easily washes away all the worries clouding your mind.

sae droops his arms over your shoulders and rests his forehead against yours. “you were always and will be more than enough for me, y/n.”

his sweet words bring a red flush to your face (not from alcohol this time) and you purse your lips in embarrassment as sae’s grin only gets bigger.

“so just hurry up and be mine already.”

BONUS: the morning after

you wake up with a pounding headache, and immediately try to get up to get a drink of water, but your body doesn’t budge at all.

as your eyes begin to adjust, you look down to find sae and his arms locked around you, causing a scoff to come out of your mouth.

of course you couldn’t move when a whole professional football player (incredibly fit btw😍) has a death grip on you.

“sae, wake up.” you nudge him and he only whines in response. “didn’t you have a flight to catch this morning?”

“mm, shush.” he takes one of his arms and lightly pushes you back down into his embrace. “who cares about that, been waiting for this for far too long.”

you laugh and decide to give in, slowly drifting back to sleep.

meanwhile, sae’s nonstop vibrating phone on your nightstand is totally unnoticed, the cause being hundreds of messages and calls from his manager wondering where he is.

[fuckmyskywalker]

"Wet and Warm." — Sam Monroe.

— CW: 18+ | Smut. Watersports. Pee drinking. Brief blowjob. Sam and Reader are drunk asf. | Word count: 0.8k (not proofread!)

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“Stop staring” Sam slurs, lowering his shorts and unticking his soft cock from the confines of his boxers.

“I’m not!” You reply back, your tone matching his drunken state. “I’m staring the necessary. This was your idea, dipshit”

You were right, it was his idea after all— but that didn’t make it easier for him. Sam invited you over while his family was away for the weekend, and two scary movies and two and a half six-packs of beers later, he couldn’t contain the urge to pee every 10 minutes. The thing is, Sam hates to pee when he is drunk; with his vision blurry and his uncoordinated moves, he successfully manages to pee everywhere except the toilet. So, he decided to ignore every uncomfortable pulsation of his bladder and focus on the third movie you chose for the night. He thought that maybe crossing his legs would help but it didn’t, which caused him to ask you to stop the movie and boldly ask you if you could help him to pee.

“Tell me why am I doing this again” You asked, kneeling next to the toilet, keeping your half-lidded eyes up, looking at his scrunched expression of concentration.

“Because I will make a mess and I’m not gonna clean it” Sam wraps a hand around the base of his cock, which is normally the only thing he needs to do— that is when his vision can register one toilet, not three. “And my mom will kill me”

“You are disgusting” 

“Shut up and help me”

And you do. Sam’s heart jolts inside his chest when you bring your hand to touch his cock. There’s an unreadable countenance on your face, likely induced by the alcohol in your system, so when you move his cock to the right gently in order for him to properly aim to the toilet, Sam is unable to read what could you be possibly thinking. Thank god he is drunk, or else he wouldn’t be asking his best friend to help him hold his dick while he pees. 

Relaxing his body, he closes his eyes and hangs his head, groaning a sigh of relief as he finally releases all the liquid accumulating inside his bladder. He is loud and that catches your attention. As he continues to do his thing, you tilt your head to look at his cock curiously. The hot stream of almost clear liquid flows right before your eyes, making you think questions that maybe your sober self wouldn’t even consider. 

“Can I taste it?” 

Sam chokes at your question, and his cock jolts around your hand. You feel it, but you assume is an involuntary muscle response. “What?” He looks at you. The interaction only lasts a few seconds, and you are hazily amazed at all the urine his bladder managed to keep. He looks into your eyes looking for any signs of mockery but he finds none. “Uh— well… if you want to.”

He was certainly not going to stop you. 

In a quick motion, you change the aim of his tip and wrap your mouth around it. Some drops fell on the white tiles and your lap, but most of it was now streaming down your throat. At the view and feeling, Sam gasps and shivers, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His tongue slides over his labret, a nervous habit of his; inside your mouth, his cock stirs and he curses himself for the wave of pleasure that courses down his body. You hum at the taste, practically swallowing every drop. Most of his urine was in the toilet now, but you still managed to get a reasonable amount— or at least enough to satisfy your curiosity. Removing his length from your lips, your tongue licks the tip to make sure he is nice and clean, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed. Lifting your head, you meet his gaze once again only to find his eyes hazy and shiny with an emotion you know all too well. Sam’s lips are parted, as he pants quietly. The air around you two is thick and there’s a magnetic pull that induces you to bring your lips back to his cock. 

“Fuck—” He sighs, his large hand landing on top of your head and caressing your head as you begin to suck his tip, working his cock slowly until it goes from half-hard to a full rock-hard state. “Was it good?”

The question makes you giggle around his cock, provoking him to jolt his hips and slide further inside your mouth. Picking up a faster pace, you close your eyes and moan around his cock, laying your palms flat on his thighs to force your head forward, deepthroating him and making him groan your name. 

His thumb wipes over the underside of your mouth, wiping away a mixture of saliva and drops of urine that trickle down your chin. He can’t believe how beautiful you look— and if he wasn’t drunk as fuck, he would think this is all a dream. An amazing fucking wet dream. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Literally Just Us || Lottie Matthews

dialog prompts: "Spin the bottle" "It's literally just us

Characters: Lottie x Reader, Van, Natalie, Jackie, and Shauna

Word count: 1529

“Lottie Matthew’s you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” You smirked as you took the joint from her lips and brought it to your own.

“Mm, you flatter me too much.” Her cheeks pushed up and caused the outside of her eyes to crinkle as she smiled, blowing smoke out.

“Not possible”

She laughed, the rosiness of her cheeks intensifing.

“Okay stop hogging it and pass it already.” Natalie deadpanned next to you- making a grabby hand in front of your face.

Lottie, Natalie, Van and you stood outside Lottie’s back door. The inside was buzzing with teens- most already drunk or high as it was rounding midnight.

Your gaze slid across her house, the big windows and golden light peeking out of them. Music seeming to make the stutters shake with the beat.

You must be pretty high already- or maybe just tried because you zoned out thinking about something you wouldn’t remember in 10 minutes when Van blew smoke right in your face, causing you to cough and stumble back in shock as the other three laughed at you.

“Yeah yeah- very funny.” You croaked out between coughs.

The girls calmed down. Lottie finished the joint and stomped it into the dirt next to the deck.

“We should head back in before Jeff and Jackie get into a screaming match again.” Natalie groans.

“Jeff! It was just Shauna it doesn’t count as sex!” Van mocked Jackie’s voice, earning laughs from the others.

“God when is she gonna have her come to Jesus moment.” You asked as you shook your head towards the ground.

“Hopefully soon- I can’t take much more of Shauna's puppy dog eyes- they're like haunting my dreams.” Lottie laughed as she swung the door open.

The party was still in full swing, people milling around with red solo cups and beer bottles. All of Wiskayok’s teens crowded in one house- a house that was amazingly able to fit them all.

Technically this party was for the football team but Lottie's house was the party house because of its size and the fact her parents were always gone and didn’t give a shit what she did.

You could tell it hurt her. You didn’t know the complexity of their relationship and it wasn’t really your place but you could see that they all loved each other- something just stopped them from knowing how to show it.

Jackie and Shauna stood against the counter, bickering about something. Shauna rolled her eyes before meeting yours. “Please tell me you have more beer in the basement Lottie.” She huffed out as she left Jackie with her mouth flapping like a fish.

“Sorry Shauna- we used up the reserves after the game last week.”

“Shit- I guess that’s my cue then.”

Natalie gave her a solute as Shauna gave all of you a little wave, ignoring Jackie on the way out.

You let out a low whistle. Van copied your sound and then joked, “is right. That was hard to watch.”

People were starting to leave in a steady stream. You and Van started to pick up stray bottles and cups as Lottie and Natalie kicked the few people left out.

The four of you stuck together at almost every party, when tai would be willing to put down homework and join, she’d fit in like another puzzle piece.

Because you all were a group and Lottie was the party house owner- it also meant that you’d tend to have a mini sleepover after each party.

Lucky you all had a system and it only took a little less 40 minutes to clean up the mess.

After the cleaning was done the four of you set up camp in the living room. You grabbed the mattress from one of the storage rooms and dragged them in front of the big tv.

Can face planted onto the mattress as soon as it was in place. “This bed is softer than mine at home I swear to god.” The mattress muffled her voice.

“Did you guys wanna play a game?” Lottie asked giving the mattress a tiny kick.

Van flopped her arm up, “To tried.”

“Yeah count me out too, I’m ready to pass out,” Natalie said joining her on the

“Boo. You guys are lame” Lottie laughed in a sing-song voice. She bumped your arm and gave you the big round eyes and little smile she knew would win you over every time. “What about you?”

“Sure lot.” You smiled back at her and she led you to the kitchen with your hand in hers.

She bent over and opened one of the lower cabinets, reaching back at a weird angle with a look of concentration.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled.

“You’ll see.” She continued to rummage for a few more seconds before the look of victory lit up her face. “Gotcha!”

Out she pulled a huge plastic bag of Skittles. “Did you hide that?” You laughed as she looked at the bag in her hands like it was her firstborn.

“Yeah- if my parents from candy they’d throw it out- a bottle of vodka, sure that’s fine but god forbid I eat a snack with sugar in it.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t get your parents.”

“Yeah, I don’t either.” You could hear the shift in her voice. A tone that said more than her words ever could.

You desperately wanted to bring her back to earth with you, in the big kitchen with soft yellow lights and a big ass bag of Skittles. “So!” You clapped your hands together. “What game are you thinking?”

The shift happened again, this time back to the after-party giddiness. “Hmmm, I don’t know…. How about truth or dare?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay- a throwback to 7th grade. I like it.”

You moved to the parlor (wow you forgot how rich Lottie was sometimes) and kneeled on one side of a coffee table, gesturing for Lottie to take the seat opposite of you.

“Alrighty, your idea so you go first, truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Do you actually like Jackie or do you only talk to her for the team?”

Lottie made an affronted noise and leaned across the small table to hit you on the shoulder. You made a weak attempt to dodge her attack and laughed, “What?! You have to tell me! Honestly.”

She looked at you seriously but couldn’t hold the façade and laughed. “I can’t stand her”

“I knew it!”

“God don’t tell anyone! I just see how much she hurts Shauna and she doesn’t even realize it! Okay, your turn- truth or dare?”

“Okay- truth.”

“You’re so boring-“

“You literally picked the same thing!”

“Hmmmmm…” she bummed over you. And then squinted her eyes, sizing you up. “Did you actually fuck Randy after homecoming?”

“Oh my fucking god Lottie! No, Jesus, no!”

She laughed and put her hands up in surrender, “Hey I was just checking, that rumor was going around the school for weeks.”

You shuddered, “Lottie no- Randy? First of all- not my type. Second of all never even kissed anyone.”

She gave you a slightly shocked confused look, “I’m sorry what?”

“Yup. Kiss virgin over here.” You have a little laugh trying to lighten the mood.

“Okay, new game- spin the bottle.”

“It’s literally just us.”

“So?”

Your smile faded, the conversation taking a turn you were expecting, and we’re entirely ready for.

“Uh… here..” Lottie stood up and wandered from the room. Leaving you to gawk at where she had just been. You heard some shuffling from the other room, and then water running, before she reappeared- an empty beer bottle in hand. “I got it out of the trash- Don’t worry- I cleaned it.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Are you being serious?”

Sometimes it was hard to tell when it came to Lottie, whether or not she was serious or just making a slightly off-kilter joke.

“Yeah- a throwback to 7th grade right?”

You took a deep breath as she sat back down across you and set the bottle on its side in front of you. “Right.”

“Go ahead.”

You quriked your eyebrow up

“Spin the bottle.”

“Oh yeah, duh.”

You grabbed the bottle and gave it a steady spin. You knew in your mind it really didn’t matter where it landed, after all there was literally only the two of you.

You must of spun it harder than you thought as the bottle spun and spun for what felt that minutes before lottie spoke up, “I can’t wait any longer.”

She basically lunched herself across the table, cupping your cheeks with both hands and giving you a long, hard kiss.

She pulled back, just a hair, and met your eyes. You could see the determination and sometime akin to passion. “Lot-” She cut you off with her lips, captured yours in a practiced dance.

You only pulled back when you thought you’d pass out from lack of air. “Jesus.”

“No, Just me.” She gave you a cheeky smile as she whipped her chin. “We should play that again sometime.”

“Okay but only when it’s just us.”

[hwaseonghwasworld]

Arranged marriage chapter 11: Where’s Y/n���.

Summary: being a popular model isn't enough for Y/n’s parents so they decided to get her married with a 6’1”, protective male who is also a mafia, all the secrets and lies everyone kept from her will soon come into the light, what happens once the truth comes out?

Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1.06k

Genre: series Mafia au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Media au!

Warnings: murder, graphic violence, kidnapping, cursing

Updates: Probably Thursday at 7pm BST

“DAD!”

I looked over at my dad who turned out to be the boss, Yunho walked over to me, I glared at him saying “why didn’t you tell me? What happened to no secrets” “That’s what I wanted to tell you, I promise” “I’m going home” I walked away and called Harin to come pick me up “yah, it’s basically night time…. What’s up?” “Can you come pick me up” after sending him the location he came to pick me up and saw that I was upset and stressing “what’s up” “my dad is Yunho’s boss” “what do you mean?” I looked at him and he realised what I meant “oh shit…. Didn’t Yunho tell you?” “No he was going to but then he got that call” he nodded, understanding what I meant and was about to drive me home.

“Can you take me to my house?” He looked at me knowing what happens when I’m home alone “yeah no, you’re staying with me and tsuna” “why???” “Because whenever you’re stressed you drink… a lot and I’m not dealing with you calling my wife 10 times every second then crying about your issue” “you’re a crying drink and it’s not something I want to deal with cause tsuna always tells me to come with her to pick you up” I roll my eyes because I know he’s right “I’m not gonna do that, I don’t even have soju at my house” I pouted and he agreed, he took me home but checked the fridge and cabinets to see if I was lying “alright stay safe” “ok manager” I smiled and he walked out, right after I went to go order alcohol and some chicken, as soon as it came I started drinking and putting loud music on.

30 minutes later I was feeling really drunk, I started tearing up and called Tsuna, after ringing her, I ended the call and called her again since I thought the call wasn’t working, over and over again until she answered “are you drunk?” I started crying. Loud. “YAH YOU SAID YOU WERENT GOING TO DRINK” I heard Harin shouting in the background making me cry louder “do you want me to come get you?” “Y-yes please”

Setsuna pov

“Come on let’s go get Y/n” “nope” I glared at him and he immediately stood up “fine” Harin drove back to Y/n’s house “I hate when she gets drunk” I walked out knocking on Y/n’s door “she wasn’t answering so I called her, when she didn’t answer I was getting suspicious because she never misses my calls, even when she’s drunk or busy. As I unlocked the door I walked in “why didn’t you do that in the first place?” I glared at him and walked in, seeing that Y/n was nowhere to be seen, I ran to all her rooms not finding her and I started to panic.

“Maybe Yunho picked her up” I checked the security cameras in one of her rooms seeing 2 guys in full black running into the house “YOU LEFT HER DOOR WIDE OPEN” “no I closed it” “she probably orders soju, you know how she gets when she’s stressed” “ exactly that’s why we bring her to us when she’s stressed” I slapped my forehead in distress and went into the car, telling Harin to drive us to Yunho’s place as soon as we knocked I could see in his eyes that he was expecting to see Y/n.

“Where’s Y/n…” Harin looked at him confused and yet spoke in a panicked tone as he said those words “she’s not here” I rolled my eyes “read the room” Yunho ran out, getting into his car and checked his phone.

Yunho pov

I looked at the tracker in her necklace seeing that she’s at some sort of abandoned area, I drove there as fast as I can to get my wife back into my arms, pissed as she could never catch a break.

Y/n pov

I was crying uncontrollably as these two guys tried to shut me up “we’re not gonna kill you we just need to speak to your husband “w-who are you?” I stopped crying leaving the men confused “why were you crying” I tear up again while I was trying to get my words out “m-my dad is a mafia boss” the tears became cries, which were louder than before “you guys kidnapped a bosses daughter!!!” We all looked towards the door as a taller male approached “we’re all dead if anyone finds out you know..” “then what should we do?” They looked at me as I stopped crying but tears were still flowing “kill her and make it quick” the guy pulled out a gun giving it to one of the guys, as the male pulled the gun to my head someone ran in and immediately shot the guy holding the gun, instantly killing him.

I froze in my place as the male’s blood was all over my face, Yunho proceeded to shoot the other two and ran up to me untying me, “are you ok? Did they hurt you?” I was still in shock as I was still frozen in the seat, Yunho picked me up, putting me on his back and taking me home. He cleaned the blood off me and put me in the bed. “Are you ok?” I nodded, and a second later I felt like I was going to be sick, I went into the toilet and threw up, Yunho helped me and as soon as I finished he laid me in the bed, he went in and I rested my head on his chest trying to feel comfort for the guy that I just shot 3 people in front of me.

“I saw the contract” I looked at him and he sighed “it’s not what you think, it’s depending on how your feelings are towards me, if you don’t love me within 3 years then I sign the contract and let you go” I nodded realising he was telling the truth and he hugged me again kissing my forehead

“I’m sorry I had to do that in front of you…” “that wasn’t my intention” “it’s fine, you saved me” I was thinking about how my whole life is in danger because of my brother, father and husband, it’s like every male around me is dangerous and there’s no way of escaping it.

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The party was in full swing by the time Locklyn exited her room, bell bottom jeans fitting perfectly paired with a floral shirt that flowed around her elbows. She made her way directly to the kitchen to get herself a drink when she’s finally confronted by someone.

“Hey Locklyn.”

“Bradshaw, enjoying your first college baseball party?” She questions, popping open two beer cans.

“You could say that.” Bradley chuckles, taking the second beer from her. “So what was that between you and mr team captain earlier?”

“It’s nothing.” She sighs.

“Looked a lot more like something.” Bradley states, watching the girl take a rather large swig. “Ya know if you ever need to talk—“

“Thanks Bradley.” Locklyn smiles finishing her beer. “I’m gonna go do some shots.”

“Listen, all I’m saying is that if we're gonna be wild and free, we might as well go for it.” Locklyn drunkenly giggles leaning against Mickey’s shoulders. “You picking up my groove, Mickey Mouse?” She pokes Mickey’s nose, giggling again when he simply nods. “You gotta just jump head first into the pit and live a little. So, go flirt with the fox you've been staring at.” She shoves Mickey off the chair toward the girl.

“When she lets loose, she really lets loose, huh?” Bradley questions.

“Man you ain’t seen the half of it.” Javy chuckles. “Every time that foxy mama gets wasted, she tries to sleep with everyone.”

“Tries?” Bradley questions.

“Yepp.” Javy nods.

“What? No one wants to show her a good time?”

“Oh we do! Don’t get me wrong. But she is the Resident Off-limits Foxy Mama or ROFM as Jake says it.”

“Jake seems to have a lot to say about her.” Javy immediately starts laughing. “What so funny?”

“Dude, Jake and Locklyn have been dating since high school.” Bradley stares at Javy in shock. “Jake proposed to her on graduation with the agreement that they could experiment during college.”

“Holy shit. Ya know if I had a babe like her, I wouldn’t even think about doing that.” Bradley’s gaze doesn’t leave her as she dances with another freshman.

“Well still don’t. Baseball guys are completely off limits.” Javy informs. “Jake likes to make freshman and transfers learn the hard way but I like you, so don’t get yourself killed.” Bradley nods as Javy takes off into the crowd. Soon after, Locklyn stumbles over to Bradley.

“Hey Brad Brad!” She giggles at her own words.

“Brad Brad?” Bradley chuckles.

“Yea. Bradley Bradshaw. Double Brad. Brad Brad. That’s your new nickname.” She starts laughing again as she drops down to the couch next to him.

“If you’re gonna give me a nickname, I guess I better give you one.”

“Folks used to call me Foxy Locksy.”

“Really?” Bradley questions.

“Please! I know about Jake’s whole ROFM thing.” She says, almost too serious for how giggly of a drunk she’s been. “Some of the previous players called me Foxy Locksy for short cause I benched anyone who mentioned Resident Off-limits Foxy Mama around me.”

“Well, Foxy Locksy,” Bradley winks, bringing back her giggles. “I’m not scared of your boy toy and his threats.”

“Really?” Locklyn asks, leaning closer to Bradley who nods.

“So if I tell you to meet me in my room in 10 minutes with another bottle of tequila, you’ll say…?”

“I’ll be there in five.” He smirks.

“Okay, see you then. Brad Brad.” She winks as she stands from the couch and walks towards her room.

[mikqls0n]

Jealousy|| Jamie Campbell bower x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Jamie and reader are a couple of 11 years and 9 years married, still Jamie always finds himself jealous whenever you talk to other men

Warnings: smut, mature language,arguing, half of this probably makes no sense(smut part) cause I just started writing and did not think about how it sounds so

Extra: use of y/n, this is my first smut so I have no fucking idea how to write this shit

———————

You were standing at the bar, drinking,waiting for Jamie,coming from his concert.

Today was his 27ty birthday and also first counterfeit concert, you couldn’t be more proud of him that he finally got what he always wanted.

You would be in the next performing because it was too full in there and you wouldn’t see anything so you decided to just go in the second round.

———

Throughout the concert a men beside you started a conversation with you, clearly flirting with you which you didn’t noticed though, you were too focused on your Boyfriend on stage.

“Hey y/n!”he said a little louder which then caught your attention.

“Huh what?”you looked at him confused, not knowing what he said the past 10 minutes.

“I said if you wanted a drink?”

“No, I’m good”you both were standing at the font in the first line so that Jamie could see you two, jealousy building up in him, seeing too that he was definitely flirting with you but tried to focus on the concert.

“Come on, one drink? Please” the show was almost at the end so you thought one drink couldn’t hurt.

You walked out with the man as Jamie saw you both out the door imagining the worst that could happen.

———

“He said that? No way” you two were having you, you think 4th drink as he told you about his best friend giving him a dare to ask his mom out.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t speak to me for the next few days until we told her it was a dare”

“ I can’t believe you” you laughed.

“Yeah an-“ you didn’t even realise the show was at the end and the most people were already gone as a not-so-happy Jamie comes through the door

“Pack your things. We’re leaving” he said as he grabbed your arm softly and your bag.

“Calm down man, don’t you see she’s busy?”

“Yeah well I don’t really like when someone is flirting with my wife, so back off” he said at the man’s face which now looked terrified.

“Let’s go y/n”You mouthed a drunk “Bye” before walking next to Jamie.

———

“Now what the fuck was that” he said as you both sat in the car.

“I don’t what you’re talking about” you almost drunk self said as you crossed you arms.

“He was flirting with your for HOURS and you just kept going talking with him”

“No he wasn’t” you said as Jamie just began to ignore you.

———

When you were at home it wasn’t different, he just walked in and upstairs to your bedroom.

“You’re Just Gonna ignore me or what?” You yelled after him.

“Idiot..” You walked into the kitchen and made yourself a glass of water before sitting on the couch deciding to watch a movie before you would go to bed too.

———

After almost 2 hours the movie was over you stood up and walked into the kitchen to wash your glass as you felt Jamie’s hand wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Love, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he whispered between kisses he placed on your neck.

“It’s ok, I should’ve noticed that he was flirting with me”you said as you gasped when you felt him sucking on your soft skin.

“Jamie..” you moaned as he sucked on your soft spot when you leaned against his front.

“Fuck..”you turned around and smashed your lips against his, with your hands in his hair and his on your waist pulling your impossibly closer.

You grabbed his shoulders and sat him down on the sofa as you sat down on his lap not breaking the kiss.

As your hands went up to his hair,Jamie broke the kiss and took off his and your shirt and flipped you over so he was on top.

You both stared at each other as Jamie broke the silence after a while.

“Why did you even talked to him?hm?”

“I don’t know, I was bored?”

“From my show?”eyes filled with lust as he didn’t have you time to answer him as you felt his lips crashing against yours and his hands wandering down to your jeans, pulling them down your legs as you pulled him closer when you Were only laying in your underwear beneath Jamie who was still half clothed.

“Fuck me Jamie..”you moaned as his lips wandered down to your neck,sucking on your skin.

“Oh believe me,I will” he mumbled against your neck.

It was now your hand which went to his belt,you sat up a little and unbuckle his belt as Jamie helped you pulling down his pans,followed with his boxers as he pushed you flat on the sofa again.

Jamie didn’t wast any time,before thrusting into you,making you scream out his name.

He didn't give you time to adjust him, as he began to move out of you and thrust fully into you again.

His lips found its way to your neck again as he moved his hips against you,pounding into you hard and fast, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

“You like it when I fuck like this huh?”he whispers.as you tried to answer, all that came from your mouth was a moan as you felt him every spot inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist,pulling him closer as you connected his and yours lips,moving them in rhythm, moaning against his lips every time when he snaps his hips against yours.

He knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him.

“Are you close love?”jamie whispered as his lips trailed down to your collarbone,placing kisses as you couldn’t say a word and just nod.

“Me too, let go for me,love” he didn’t had to tell you twice as you came around his cock, soon followed with him cuming inside you leaning his forehead against yours.

“You okay?”he said. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m sorry that I got mad at you and yelled at you, I should’ve listened to you” he said as laid beside you,taking you in his arms.

“It’s okay,but we should go to bed”You said tired.

“Yeah,you’re right”

[bullet-prooflove]

Taylor Swift - Mixed Tape Prompt List

A collection of prompts from the Taylor Swift songs I love.

Pick one of the chars from my ASK list and pop an ASK in the ASK box!

1)      I can see you standing, honey with his arms around your body

2)      Make sure nobody sees you leave

3)      Wanna see what's under that attitude

4)      We were in the backseat

5)      Cross your heart, won't tell no other

6)      No one has to know what we do

7)      That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

8)      'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

9)      Wishing I stayed

10)   His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

11)   you won't have to cry

12)   I've been breakin' hearts a long time

13)   If you ever walk away

14)   Fuck you

15)   hide in the closet

16)   Nothing lasts forever

17)   Champagne

18)   staring out at the midnight sea

19)   Go there every night

20)   The darkest little paradise

21)   Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

22)   Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you

23)   Now I'm feeling hopeless

24)   You need to just stop

25)   when we've had our very last kiss

26)   You are somebody that I don't know

27)   Tangled up with you all night

28)   I still got love for you

29)   scream ferociously

30)   Tell yourself you can always stop

31)   I think it's 'cause of me

32)   this is gonna take me down

33)   I still got love for you

34)   Love you to the moon and to Saturn

35)   You need to calm down

36)   I can see the end as it begins

37)   I think you should come live with Me

38)   Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

39)   You know I adore you

40)   Sunshine on the street 

41)   She's gone too far this time

42)   For you, I would cross the line

43)   must've taken all night

44)   I'd beg you on my knees to stay

45)   Clandestine meetings and longing stares

46)   Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

47)   Sat on the roof, you and I

48)   Say you'll remember me

49)   When you can't sleep at night

50)   Walk me back to that apartment

51)   I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

52)   Ran for my life

53)   You hold my hand on the street

54)   And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

55)   No one likes a mad woman

56)   in your wildest dreams

57)   And it's okay if you're mad

58)   It's like I couldn't breathe

59)   Red lips and rosy cheeks

60)   And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

61)   You made her like that

62)   You heard the rumors

63)   Cursing my name

64)   You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

65)   I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

66)   It's been a long time coming

67)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

68)   Leave the perfume on the shelf that you picked out just for him

69)   You can't believe a word she says

70)   What am I defending?

71)   It's you and me

72)   Rolling fake dice

73)   You turned into your worst fears

74)    Leave no trace behind

75)   You used to tell me I was brave

76)   And that's the thing about illicit affairs

77)   She’s a bad, bad girl.

78)   Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

79)   The worst thing that I ever dis was what I did to you

80)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

81)   I know I miss you

82)   I'm so sick of running as fast as I can

83)   For you, I would ruin myself

84)   Like you don't even exist

85)   I think you should come home

86)   The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you

87)  Knuckles bloody for me

88)  When you say I seem angry

89)  You know I can't see with anyone else

90)  Kissin' in my car

91)  Drunk on this pain

92)  There's nothing like this

93)  They'd say I played the field before I found someone to commit to

94)   I know where it all went wrong

95)   He's just your understudy

96)   Your favorite song was playing

97)   You took everything from me

98)    I don't want you to (go)

99)   nowhere to be found

100) Battered and bruising

101) Second, third, and hundredth chances

102) She should be mad

103)  Darling, I'm scared

104)  I don't really wanna

105) You are the only one who seems to care

106)  I saw you dance with him

107)  Add insult to injury

108)  Tossing out blame

109)  A figment of my worst intentions

110)  Good wives always know

111)  I'm not your problem anymore

112) We always walked a very thin line

113)  You didn't even hear me out

114)  You never gave a warning sign

[84reedsy]

The Mentorship, Part 13

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 13 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 3486

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

The ride to Omaha was more tense than any other.  Curt had tried to talk to her that morning,  but she made no qualms about not being interested in conversing.

Scott could tell something was up and it bothered him. He worried that things may have happened even though Curt and Brinkley had agreed to stop. If anything, he could empathize with having trouble resisting her. She was like a drug that would be hard to kick. But he wanted to trust her and he wanted her all to himself. He was not used to being the jealous type - he didn’t want to start now.

Brinkley grabbed her bag and walked ahead of them both. Scott felt a rock in the pit of his stomach, looking at Curt as they followed her at a distance.

“She seems pretty ticked off,” He observed, hoping Curt would offer up more information. 

“Yeah…” He sighed heavily, “We kinda got into it last night, argument over next week. She stormed out and got her own room,” He knew Scott was worried firstly that they’d slept together again. At this moment, Curt felt so shitty, he wished that was the actual problem instead of what had happened. 

“Next week? You mean her coming to Florida? That was my idea, man,” He wanted to make sure the blame was on him if that was the cause of the problem, “Told her I’d get her a ticket to fly out with me tonight,”

“I was drunk…told her she needed to keep training and should come to Minnesota instead.” He held up his hand in defeat, “But it was her decision, she’s going to Florida and I’m not gonna get in the way of that. I just wish she’d let me apologize. I feel like a royal prick,”

Scott breathed a sigh of relief; for a moment he wasn’t sure what to think of Curt’s insistence that she follow his orders. He couldn't say he'd never been bossy…even with Brinkley. But he was dating her,  Curt wasn't. 

He grinned to himself as he thought that again. Dating. He never would have thought it would be happening to him at this point.  And definitely wouldn't have imagined with her. 

“She'll settle down, she cools off eventually,” Scott tried to offer some reassuring words.

Curt knew the things he left out were what really haunted him. 

Brinkley snuck off to the shower area to change for the show.  Beforehand the showers were usually abandoned. She slipped on her costume shorts and laced up her boots first.  She was careful to lift her shirt over her head, wincing as she pulled the sleeve off her arm. 

It looked a little worse than when she woke up. There were tell-tale horizontal lines of bruises around her upper arm and the soreness persisted even without moving it. She knew he didn't mean to do it,  but she was no less angry about it. She knew she had to cover it with her long sleeve top, but was not looking forward to pulling the tight fabric around it. 

She heard heavy footsteps approaching and quickly zipped her sports bra back up and tried to grab her shirt.  A large figure came around the corner and stopped, staring at her.

“Brink?” Kevin furrowed his brow in confusion, “What the hell are you doing back here?” 

She was half dressed but covered enough. She turned so her arm was pointed away from him.  Standing with her side to him seemed awkward, but she didn't know how else to conceal it. 

“Just…wanted to be alone for a minute…” she fibbed, holding up her ring top, “trying to get ready,”

“Don't let me stop you,” he gestured towards her to keep going, “Nothing I haven't seen before. Plus Scott talks about your tits in his sleep,”

“No he fucking doesn't,” she looked at him only now seeing he was joking, “very funny,” she knew her positioning was increasingly awkward.

“... You sure you're OK?” He looked her over, noticing her odd body language, “If you're waiting for Scott he's gonna be a minute.”

She waved him off with her other arm facing him. 

“No, just get outta here so I can get dressed. I  gotta get all gussied up to go have you guys stalk me in the ring,  remember?” She was relieved that Kevin was being cordial, but needed him to leave.

“Alright, alright,” he rolled his eyes as he turned the corner towards the main locker room. 

Brinkley waited a moment before she slipped off the bra and slipped her right arm in its sleeve. She turned now, trying to ease in her left. She winced and moaned a little in pain as the welt burned.

Kevin waited in the hallway a short time before sneaking back to the doorway. Something told him that something wasn't right. He peeked around the doorway, first noticing her tits, only one of them was partially covered. Scott definitely wasn't lying about those.  But his eyes caught something else that stood out, the deepening purple of a very specific bruise that was keeping her from dressing quickly. He gave up his stealthy hiding spot.

“What the fuck is that on your arm?!” He approached her with a dedicated stride.

Brinkley jumped from his abrupt approach, her hand quickly covering her exposed chest and trying to turn away from him again.

“Jesus Kevin! Get outta here! I'm trying to get dressed, you perv!” She was stopped from turning away completely, Kevin using his long reach to grab her wrist. She yelped a little as he inadvertently yanked her arm.

He turned her back around, seeing the lines on her arm as if someone's hand had been on her. 

“I've seen tits before, Brinkley. But what is this? “ he motioned towards the marks, softening his grip on her wrist.

“It's nothing,” she murmured, not looking at him, “it just popped up,” she felt embarrassed now. 

“The fuck it did. Did someone hit you?” He looked over the rest of her not seeing any other glaring marks.

“No…nobody hit me,” she desperately wished he'd just let her get dressed, “Just grabbed me a little bit…”

“Was it Scott?” Kevin may not have been the biggest fan of what they were doing but he would be damned if he stood by and let anyone beat on a woman.

“No!  No,  Scott wouldn't do that…” she quickly attested.

“Curt?” To Kevin it was the only other obvious choice besides a random encounter. Her silence clued him in,  “Brinkley, did Curt do this?”

“I…,” she swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, “He was drunk last night.  I shouldn't have started an argument knowing he'd been drinking,”

“Fuck that, he should keep his hands to himself regardless,” he ran his thumb over a deeper color and she hissed a little, “This NOT okay - no one has the right to put hands on you.” Kevin felt a slowly forming anger swirling in him. 

Brinkley felt oddly comforted by his concern and affirmation.

“Please don't say anything,” she begged, knowing that Scott would notice sooner than later, “please don't make it into a big deal,” she begged, trying to meet his eyes. 

Kevin exhaled firmly from his nose, not liking the idea. 

“Not during the show. But if I see him after, that's a different story,” he promised.

“Can you…can you help me?” she gestured towards her top, “Not sure how else to get it on…”

Kev nodded, grabbing the loose arm of the top, trying his best to ignore her chest as she stopped covering herself. He could see her blushing but he decided she'd had enough of guys being dicks to her lately. He zipped the top, helping her adjust and secure it.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, embarrassed at the idea that he had seen her breasts. But he made no mention, joke, or teasing comment about them.

“You're welcome,” Kevin stood, grabbing her bag, “Good thing you are training with us now. I'll be damned if he thinks he's gonna be alone with you again.”

“That's what the argument was about,” she admitted, following him closely.

“Jealous prick,” he sneered, shaking his head, “Here, let me get you something to take the edge off,” he said as they reached the empty locker room. He set her bag down and rummaged through his own, pulling out a prescription pill bottle.

She looked at him apprehensively, “I don't take drugs,” she spoke up seeing a flat, white pill in his palm.

“I'm not saying make it a habit. Take just one. “ he held it out for her, “We eat Somas like candy, one will not hurt you,”

The idea of trying to work in the ring with only one good arm made her take the pill and swallow it.

“I know you're just being nice to me because you're feeling sorry for me…but…thanks,” she murmured, watching as he oiled his arms and chest.

“I'm being nice to you because I'm actually not as big of a dick as you think I am. And…I  have to admit that you may not be the worst thing in the world for Scott.” He admitted, begrudgingly. 

“Slow down with the compliments, big man,” she teased, “I'm not used to this from you,”

“Well you better…I think Scott's planning on keeping you around a while,” he watched her face light up even as she looked away. She obviously felt the same, “Just keep your pants on while we are training and we'll be cool.”

“Deal,” she reached out with her right arm to shake his hand. 

------------------------------------------------

The gorilla was tense, Scott being the only one oblivious to the reason. Curt could tell by the snide glare from Kevin that he likely knew. He was relieved when Scott and Kevin walked first.

“Brinkley, please let me apologize,” he spoke quickly, knowing they didn't have much time.

“I really am not ready to talk to you,” she said firmly, but felt her throat ache a little as if holding back an emotional reaction, “And definitely not right now,” she wanted to focus on the job more than anything right now.

“Did you tell Scott and Kevin?” He asked, peering out of the curtain at the two men taking her from him.

“No, I didn't tell either,” she harshly whispered, “But Kevin saw my arm and pretty much figured it out,”

“Saw your arm? Jesus, Brinkley,  I didn't know I really hurt you that bad…” He reached for her out of concern but she stepped away from his touch. 

“Don't. Touch. Me.” She warned him, “Unless it's for the show, in front of fans, you don't get to touch me at all,” 

Curt's arm dropped, seeing the apprehension in her eyes; a look she had never given him before. 

She kept her word, acting no differently as his valet. She played into the attention of Scott and Kevin, snapping back to Curt when he'd call for her. He got the three count as she distracted Scott before he received Curt's finishing suplex.

As Brinkley and Curt walked up the ramp,  Scott and Kevin got on the mic to issue the pay per view challenge, naming her as the prize in the match. They both feigned surprise, but Curt agreed as planned and Brinkley protested animatedly as rehearsed.

“Careful Hennig, or we might just grab her away from you,” Kevin said, leaning against the top rope with a shit-eating smirk.

Curt wasn’t sure what to make of the remark, taking Brinkley by the left arm and steering her back to the curtain. Once behind the privacy of the gorilla, she yanked her arm away from him, wincing. 

He grabbed her forearm instead and quickly pulled her behind him down an opposite hall from where their locker room was. 

“I’m not in the mood, Curt,” She told him, trying not to make a scene, but he pulled her into the empty medical office and shut the door behind him, “And I said don't touch me. You're lucky I didn't make a fucking scene,” she wasn't sure why she didn't.

“Brinkley, please just let me talk to you,” He pleaded with her, “You have every right to be mad at me,” He held up his hands, “But don’t leave with things like this. We’ve been through too much together -”

“Don’t you dare try to make this something I need to fix. YOU are the one that fucked up,” She countered, refusing to shoulder the blame of not forgiving him if she didn’t want to.

“You’re right,” He conceded, “But I don’t want to leave you with things like this. I don’t want you to resent me,” 

“And why shouldn’t I,” She felt emotions creeping in and hated it. She knew she didn’t want to hate him, but it would make leaving tonight much easier, “Maybe it's better than we just call it from here,”

“Is that what you really want?” Curt asked, looking defeated, “If you really just want to cut it off right here, right now…I’ll agree to it if that’s what you want.” 

Brinkley looked down, hugging her arms around her middle. Of course that’s not what she wanted. She would feel lost without his guidance even if she wasn’t training with him. She wouldn’t be here without him. 

“No,” She quickly wiped away a hot tear that escaped down her cheek, “It’s not what I want, Curt…I’m just really hurt and angry and I want you to feel really bad,”

He felt a stabbing pain in his gut when she had to wipe that tear away, “Brink I do. I feel worse than I’ve felt in a really, really long time. I’m going to be honest, cheating on my wife doesn’t make me feel as bad as this…”

Brinkley looked up at him, seriousness still written on her face.

“That shouldn’t make me feel any better,” She leaned back against the exam table, “You should feel bad for both…” She tried not to look at his face too long, the regret etched in his features was tugging at her empathy. She hated that she was such a softie sometimes. She needed to be more resolute if she didn’t want to be walked all over. 

“I do, baby girl, I do,” He stepped towards her. She didn’t wince or stop him as he approached, “I’ll do whatever you want for me to make it up to you,”

“Anything, huh?” She thought of the quid-pro-quo with Scott at the bar - how he’d told her to give Kevin a lap dance. The thought of giving him the same ultimatum was instantly amusing to her. She couldn’t subdue the smile that spread across her lips.

“Not sure I wanna know,” He couldn’t help but smile, too. Her’s was always contagious, he couldn’t help it, “but what is it,”

“Do you mean it? Whatever I want?” She squinted her eyes at him, testing his sincerity. 

“Anything,” he felt nervous, wondering what she was concocting. She'd shown promise as a prankster, he could really be in for it.

“Can I save it for when we're back on the road?” She asked,  thinking something in her back pocket may come in useful.

Curt couldn't help but look disappointed. He knew what he wanted her to ask for…but that was likely just his wishful thinking. 

“I…I guess,” his shoulders lowered a little,  his eyes looking to her arm, Brinkley…. can I…can you show me what I did?” He knew his time was running short.  Scott and Kevin were probably already looking everywhere for her.  

She looked at her arm for a moment before she nodded, “You can't touch me,” she reminded him and he nodded agreeingly. 

She sighed, lowering the zipper, there was no way to show him without exposing herself, if anything he deserved the torture. She shrugged off the top from her right side, careful when pulling down the left.  She peeled It slowly,  wincing again as the blackened bruising appeared, 

“It doesn't hurt that much,  right now,” Brinkley failed to mention Kevin's pills.

“Holy fuck…Brinkley…” Curt couldn't even say the word sorry,  it fell so far short of what he needed to say.  He was embarrassed of himself.  He tried his hardest not to let himself glance at her chest, but he hated looking at the mark he left on her, “I'm the biggest asshole in this whole place,”

“For once,  I'm not arguing,” she added, turning her arm over to view the other side, “I'm going to have to figure out how to cover it with my new gear.”

Curt felt even worse thinking about her having to go around with this reminder. He'd have to do something huge for her of his own motivation.

“I'll buy you anything you need,  any more gear,  anything at all.  It's on me,” He offered quickly.

“Even if it's to match Scott and Kevin's gear?” She postured, pulling the sleeve back over her arm. 

“Yes…even that,” he watched her put her other arm through its sleeve,  “May I? Just help…” he motioned towards her zipper.

She looked at him for a moment before nodding. He stretched each side of the top, corralling each breast as he tried to secure the bottom of the zipper. Each one bubbled under the tightness of the fabric and it was obvious that Curt was looking.  But he only zipped the top, a little higher than normal. He dropped his hands, not allowing them to linger at all. Brinkley appreciated that and for a moment,  her anger lifted. 

She leaned forward,  her arms encircling his shoulders as she buried her nose against his neck,  he only waited a moment to return the embrace, squeezing her to him. 

“I don't LIKE being mad at you,” She mumbled, somehow feeling safe against the same man who'd hurt her, “But I HAVE to be…”

Curt lay his cheek against the top of her head,  breathing her in,  “I don't like it either, baby girl,  but I know you have to,” He let his hand run across her back soothingly. He felt lucky that she allowed him this.  He hoped in the separation she'd continue to forgive him and not regress. But he couldn't do anything about that when they'd be thousands of miles apart. 

“You should go…I have to go find those two. Probably better if they don't see you,” Brinkley warned,  still holding on to him.  

“Maybe you'd feel better if they beat the shit out of me, “ He joked a little,  but she just shook her head.

“It wouldn't,” She pulled away from him slowly. 

As Brinkley entered the locker room, she wondered if she'd missed some sort of natural disaster. Stuff was thrown all around the room.  She quickly realized that it was Curt's things.  Scott looked angry,  but immediately relieved when he saw her. 

“Jesus, where were you??” He asked walking up to her and pulling her into his chest.  She glanced at Kevin: he must've told Scott. 

“I was just talking to Fyre and Spice…” She fibbed, not wanting to stir the pot anymore.

“I swear to god, I'll kill the mother fucker the next time I see him,” Scott seethed, holding her possessively against him. 

She couldn’t deny she liked his protective attention; any excuse she could have to press against his chest was a welcome one. 

“I want to leave it alone…for now,” She said, both men looking less than agreeable, “Just until we get back on tour. I just want to get out of here,” She tried further convincing them to avoid any altercations tonight, “Please,” 

Scott sighed, irked by the idea of not giving Curt a piece of his mind and his fist, but he knew she was right. It would be better to leave and let cooler heads prevail in a few days. He’d probably still deck him, though. 

“Fine. Grab your stuff, we’re riding with Kev,” He let her go, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through him. 

“Maybe I take the long way to the car?” Kevin said quietly to Scott, who nodded. He turned to leave stealthily as more people poured into the locker room. 

---------------------------------

“Where is he, I thought he was coming out earlier?” Brinkley looked around the parking lot as she and Scott waited by Kevin’s rental car.

“You know how he likes to talk, someone probably sidetracked him,” Scott shrugged, but saw a large frame heading their way, “Finally,”. He noticed Kevin shaking his hand a little, as if his knuckles may have been sore.

“Sorry, got pulled into something,” Kevin fibbed as he unlocked the car. He and Scott made glancing eye contact. 

Brinkley was clearly in the dark, she made no mention of any suspicion. She did feel a sense of immense relief later as the plane took off over the dark Midwest. She was ready for a change of scenery. 

[sxbrinalogan]

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers “so i will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door...if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon. you are sick and you’re married and you might be dying, but you’re holding me like water in your hands. when you saw the dead little bird you started crying, but you know the killer doesn’t understand.” 

I will simply always jump on the chance to talk about this song so HERE I AM. This song is about giving all of yourself to someone who doesn’t give you half as much back. Sabrina would have done ANYTHING for Bertram and he literally got her stabbed. She felt like he was holding her so carefully, but really she was slipping through the cracks all along. 

Dear John - Taylor Swift “you’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who ‘don’t understand’ and i’ll look back and regret how i ignored when they said ‘run as fast as you can’...you are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry. never impressed by me acing your tests. all the girls that you’ve run dry, have tired lifeless eyes ‘cause you burned them out... don’t you think i was too young to be messed with?” 

Alright this song destroys me on a good day, but here we are anyway. All I can think about is some secretary or something that saw Bertram do the same thing he did to Sabrina a thousand times and warned her and she blew it off because she was too heart eyes for him. Bertram jerked her around constantly, but she was always blaming herself for it. Now that she can see the full picture, she understands that he was the one at fault the whole time. 

All Too Well (10 Minute Version) - Taylor Swift “they say all’s well that ends well, but i’m in a new hell every time you double cross my mind. you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine and that made me want to die. the idea you had of me, who was she? a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel who’s shine reflects on you... just between us did the love affair maim you too? ‘cause in this city’s barren cold, i still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell. i remember it all too well.” 

Y’all are gonna hate me for this... but I think there’s a tiny part of Sabrina that will always love Bertram (sorry West) even after all the hell he put her through. She can’t help but remember when things seemed so good between them, and she’s desperate to know if any of it was even real. Did their breakup hurt him as much as it hurt her, or was she as disposable to him as she felt? 

Villain - Maisie Peters “now i’m drunk and i’m mean outside your house and you said this is getting ridiculous now, please i don’t need reminding...blacked out, babe and i can’t shut up. whole town’s gonna here how you messed me up. you don’t wanna know? well that’s too bad. yeah, i’m out my mind and i said some shit, but i miss you more than i meant any of it. and isn’t that just sad?”

The self-para that never was. Bertram never actually broke things off with Sabrina, he just changed the locks on their shared apartment in Grape. She showed up at his house drunk off her ass, pounding on his door and screaming for him to face her. His husband called her father to come pick her up (because he’s NICE IN MY HEAD and him and Sabrina get BRUNCH every other Thursday now). Back then she would have taken him back in a second, and she feels not so great about that!

[matteblacklips]

june updates i

Disclaimer: I would like to begin this email thread by saying if you didn’t want to receive emails from me you shouldn’t have given me your email to begin with.

Joke of the chain:

Hello all,

So much has happened in the last few weeks, I don't even know where to start, but the show must go on. The last time we spoke, it was the first week of May, and now, almost five weeks later, I am no longer unemployed, I'm not grieving over a breakup and I am suffering from the worst allergic reaction/sunburn known to man. I’m sorry but you already know I’m going to be the biggest whore Boston has ever seen. Run back hoevid-19. Being in my slut era is gonna be so fun because I always keep the roster at a good four and usually when I have a boyfriend or main hoe I cut off side joes 1-3. I’m prolly marrying #4 so gotta keep him on the back burner til we’re ready for him. 

I've been traveling like crazy the last couple weeks, and I started in the trashiest state known to man -- New Jersey. I went for a cousin's babyshower and immediately flew to Dallas afterwards for an interview. I got the job but more eventfully I thought the first man with green hair was Marcus Smart at the bar  like why would Marcus Smart be at a rooftop bar in Dallas during the playoffs? Boy Update: Alex is the worst influence — he had me text my ex (the one who I gave a concussion to while we were ~u know~ and the one that was a pathological liar). Fortunately for my mental health he wasn’t in DC this weekend or Alex would’ve had to explain to his parents that his sister decided to ditch family plans for mediocre dick and a summer of trauma. 

Pop culture Update: Celtics lost to the Warriors and I got absolutely blacked out drunk because of it. DC was so much fun and every time I visit I feel like I’m always blacked out and Alex is just enjoying the fact that I’m the drunkest person in the room. We got back from day drinking and I ended up taking a nap before dinner on the swing and then slept for literally nine hours cuddling with Pablo. I got to hang out with more of Alex’s friends this weekend and I thought you wouldn’t be able to beat Serena Bronk but honestly Dillion O’brien (yes that’s his name) might take the cake. I’m not exactly sure who he reminds me of but he’s probably top ten funniest people I’ve met. Aumiller made an appearance as well as a quick hello from Matt Rob. 

Memorial Day: Spent the weekend in Boston & it was out of this world. I had decided to celebrate my birthday that weekend with all of my favorite people, and it was probably one of the best weekends I'd had in a long time. Sevin, Kiersten and I reunited and had a hot girl weekend, and the lovely Catherine Ngyuen came out. We had gone to Mother Anna's and I appreciate the OG boys, Allen and Anthony, for fully planning the dinner cause if it were up to me, I would've cried because of how last minute the plans were. The girlies and boys, Mina and Thomas included, went to Bodega and I swear it was one of the best Bodega nights in a long time. The music is always amazing and the vibes are always immaculate. The day after, the girlies went to a rooftop pool in Fenway and it was so calm and chill, up until this lady called the front desk on us because some of the people we knew were ~chaotic~. Overall 10/10 weekend, would run it back in the future.

Birthday Pt.2: I ended up seeing my sneaky link but because so absolutely fucked up that I did not even get to third base. I woke up abs hungover and I could not function. He spent $120 on Ubers just to listen to me complain and a drunk make out. We call him ___ wonderbread cause he’s so boring but we have yet to speak since I went to dc and he went to Miami so I’ll give you an update on that afterwards.

Work: I absolutely love the job I have. It's exactly what I want salary-wise, and opportunity-wise. I had got the offer on my birthday and I had started almost two days afterwards but the job itself is so fulfilling. I’m learning so much and the fact that this job is a direct gateway to my future makes me feel so much more committed to it. Also 30 PTO days??? You're fucking kidding me right.

Birthday's to look out for: Sevin, June 25, Sonali, June 26, Ila, June 27

Availability this week: I’m available Thursday 6pm for a Cisco moment but other than that don’t talk to me at all. I’m working remote on Friday so I can be persuaded to do a little day drink moment but it’s Sevin’s birthday weekend so nothing crazy.

Best,

Shefali Patel

Keep in mind you would be responding to the chain so don’t blow my spot if you can help it. I would really appreciate keeping my dignity if I could.

What to expect: weekly to biweekly emails regarding things that matter to me including but not limited to bad jokes, an update on plans, current events, and my personal favorite new recipes and places to check out!

[imgloriaa]

PART 3 sorry it took me a while, okay so i think i left off with Mimi wanting to send the video to the ex girlfriend. The girls asked me if i was okay to send the video to the ex. They kept mentioning “she doesn’t know you” and stuff like that even though I was there when we all went to the bar and she did see me. But I didn’t talk to the ex at all. So I was like “ yeah sure that’s fine” and also i was drunk too. So M and I didnt talk after the body shot in a way if that make sense? So i am tired and asked T to push me in the pool to wake me up. We both go in the pool and it wakes me up for a bit and we are with M, S and P. Eventually i get out and change into a big sweater and shorts. Everyone is at the table outside in back of the house. S tells me she is going to sleep with C who is now her fiancé so yay! Cause were going to share a bed, but he went to bed early cause he drank a lot. Her and I were talking about the sleeping arrangements. The friends house we were staying at was making sure who was sleeping were for the night. So I guess in a way M knew were I was sleeping. So my room was connected to a bathroom which is near a hallway. And I left the bathroom door was connected to my room closed but the door connected to the hallway open so people could still use it. So I’m saying goodnight to our friends, I hug another friend goodnight then I get to M who was N and im not sure why but I do the peace sign to him and he does it back but then we are like our fingers are each other’s then i just gave him a hug and i go to bed alone. I’m in bed and im thinking “alright i get the bed to myself and im drunk so ill sleep amazing” then 5 to 10 minutes later. The door opens and M says “who is in here?” And im like “me” and he then proceeded to ask “ can I join you?” And my dumb self was like “sure” i GENUINELY thought he was there to use the bathroom to change and to bed. So when i said “sure” to him my heart was racing like i don’t know why but im just thinking “what is going on??” And then he jumps into bed with me and all of a sudden i like calm down and my heart isn’t racing anymore. He then starts talking to me so i have to turn my body around and we are facing each other at this point and he immediately holds one of my hands. He tells me that C is awake and im like I’m sure he will go to sleep again. Then we start talking about like our future but like career wise. He told me about his job and how someone bought the company. I told him im at different job and he was like “ i thought you wanted to teach high school?” And i told him how I fell in love with second grade then preschool and how I listen to my heart. He says “interesting” and when i said that. Which had me curious when he said then. I said what does your heart say about work or something like that and he said “dirt” cause his job gets him dirty. We laughed and then his hand slowly goes to my thighs and welllllllllll we hook up. The next day we go back to friends and we leave the house at the same time and we hug goodbye and he asked if i was going to be on Xbox today and i said yeah then we left. Also HE GAVE ME A HICKEY. My sales associate from Chanel saw it and im like FUCKKKKKKKK sooo let me know what you think lol im ready to get yelled at

i’m gonna say it once LEAVE HIS ASS, if you keep hooking up with him you’re banned from my blog (jk… unless???) but i guess he takes every opportunity to hook up because he doesn’t want to get serious with you or face his feelings… lame

[outerbankies]

You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

—

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Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

[reimagine7]

Hot Lifeguard (Emily Sonnett x reader)

My first story. Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Opened for  suggestions.

It was just another day at work. Days like this were one of my favorites. Just a few people at the beach and less people in the water, that is almost the perfect scenario for a lifeguard. Because normally that means no incidents. My shift was almost over, just one more hour and I could go home to prepare for dinner tonight with my girlfriend.

Right now I am sitting at the cabbing along with Josh, my partner for the day.

“No fucking way” I heard Josh yell while loking at something through the glass.

“What? What did you see?” I asked “You’re not going to believe who just arrived at the beach” “Well, if you give me the binoculars I could see by myself.” “There is no need to. Look at the group over there.” He said pointing to a place in the sand “Okay, I’m looking but I’m not getting it.”

Just as I said that I saw a blond girl running a few meters at the sand and trying to do a cartwheel on the sand and failing miserably, ending with her butt at the sand. Yep, now I know of who Josh is talking about.

“Girl, that is the US women’s soccer team, seems like the whole team is in here.” He was really excited “Josh, clean it right here…” (I rubbed my hand on my chin and he copied me) “Why?” He asked, after seeing nothing on her hand “You’re drooling.” “Oh, fuck up.” She pushes me and keeps looking at the team, it wasn’t the whole team but is probably half of the girls.

“Okay, I’m gonna say hi. Do you wanna come?” Josh asked me “You can go, someone has to stay here and actually do the work.” Josh rolled his eyes but got the walktalk. “Fine, I would tell them you say hi, I’m bringing the walktalk” “Go there looser.”

I was just watching a few surfers at the beach, when I looked to my left and saw Josh coming back with the group of girls following him. He gave me a sign for me to come down.

“So Y/n these are the players from USWNT and girls this is Y/n.” “Hi girls, I actually know you all, I’m a big fan, you’re all badasses.” “Thank you. We heard that so was you.” Ashlyn said and Alex followed. “Josh here went to say hi and told us that his coworker was a woman and a badass so we needed to come check out.” “Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”

“For how long have you been working here?” Ali asked. “In this part of the beach not much, but as a lifeguard, 10 years.” The girls were shocked “Oh, 10 years? Sorry to ask but how old are you?” “25” “You can be a lifeguard while you’re 15?” “Yes. I was a good swimmer and at a young age I started to learn surfing, I always loved the water. So one day I got the opportunity to be a lifeguard at a waterpark near home, since then I never stopped. And soon as I had enough experience to be a lifeguard at the beach I moved and here I am.” Tobin spoke this time. “So do you also surf?” Before I could answer, Josh interrupted us “Oh yeah, this is almost like an unofficial rule to be a lifeguard, and Y/n is like the best here. Sorry girls, but I’ll go upstairs and check the beach” “Bye Josh, it was a pleasure to meet you.” The girls said and then looked back at me.

“I’m probably not that good, but yes I can surf.” “We would love to see that, it’s a shame you’re at work.” Tobin answered. “Isn’t your shift ending?” Emily spoke this time, I looked at her and the sun was hitting her face, making her blue eyes shine, she is so beautiful. “Yeah, actually. I have probably just one more hour left.” 

“So what about you meeting us after it and we can see how good you actually are?” Ashlyn asked me with a smirk. “That is a challenge Ashlyn?” “You can bet on it.” Ali smacks Ashlyn in the back of her head. “Ashlyn, you can’t go out challenging people.” “Just a moment girls.”

I interrupted whoever was saying, as soon as I spotted something on the ocean. I climbed the ladder from the cabin and called for Josh. “Josh!” “Yeah boss!” “Look at the water, 10 o’clock. What do you see?” “There is noth… shit looks like two people. Maybe kids. Go!” I jump in the sand and get the surfboard. “Sorry girls, and it’s a bet Ash.” I ran as fast as I could toward the people, wishing this day could end as good as it started.

As I was getting closer to them I noticed that one of them was a little girl, around 5 years old and the other was a boy around 12 years old. I was going as fast as I could but it looked like it wasn't enough. As I was about to get to them, the boy pushed the girl up, and sank. Fuck! 

“Help! Lucas!” I got the girl, put her over the board and tried to find the boy but he didn’t get back up. What should I do? I looked up and saw the girl was using diving glasses. “Can you lend me this? Okay, look, you see these ropes? Hold them as strong as you can and don’t let them go. I’ll get Lucas.”

I know it look like a stupid ideia, let the girl up there by herself, but if I wait for Josh to get here the boy could be dead. So I got in the water and dived trying to find the boy. I surf back up, check with the little girl, get some breath and dive back. I was almost giving up when I felt something on my left leg and when I looked at it was him. So I get his hand and rise back. “Lucas!!” I got back on the board, laid him down and asked for the girl to sit in front of me holding the ropes. He’s unconscious, I need to get to the beach as fast as possible.

I got to the beach and Josh was already there with the equipment and said he had already called an ambulance. I barely got that, the boy was my first priority, I looked up and saw the national team girls were close. “Hey little girl, you see these women over there?” She nodded. “Stay with them, for me to take care of Lucas okay?” She didn’t want to let go of him, must be her brother. Probably noticing my expression, Emily came over and got the girl, she started to scream. But my focus was somewhere else now. The boy wasn’t breathing, so I started the compression. “Come on, come on. Spit the water. Come on Lucas, you can do it.” I must be doing it for like 1 minute, but it felt like an hour, when the boy spit the water. “Good boy. Calm down, you’re safe now.” I put him on oxigen, and the ambulance arrived just in time as he regained consciousness. “Hey boy, what’s your name?” The paramedic asked. “Lucas.” “Hi, Lucas. My name is Daniel and I’m a paramedic and I’m going to help you okay? How old are you?” “12. Where is my sister?” “Hey Lucas, it’s okay, she is over there, stay calm okay.”

I looked back at the girl and went to calm her down. “Hey little girl, how are you?” She came running for my arms. “Lucas?” She asked while crying in my arms. “He is better now, you see? He is talking with the doctors now. Where are your parents sweety?” “Don’t know.” And as it was agreed the mother shows up. “Lucas? Lucy?” “Mom!” The little girl ran to the women's arms. “Where is Lucas?” “Hi Mrs, my name is Y/N. Lucas is over there being taken care of. Do you know what happened?” “No, I told them that I was going to get some water and when I came back they weren’t there so I started to freak out and I saw the comotion here.” They start to take the boy to the ambulance. “Okay, Mrs…” “Grey” “Mrs. Grey, they are taking Lucas to the ambulance right now, they will check on him, he drowned trying to save his sister, I’m going to explain everything to you until we get to the ambulance, can you just pack your stuff? Are you alone here?” “Yes, my husband is at work. And I already packed everything, it is in here.” “Good, come on. And I would like Lucy to have a check up as well, she hasn’t drowned but she could have drunk some water. We don’t want to take risks right?” With that I went up to the ambulance with the mom and then let the paramedics do their job. I hope the kid stays good.

I went back to the post and Josh was there. “What a way to end the shift right?” “Thank god, I found the boy under water. Otherwise it would ruin the day.” “Yeah, and the super boss shows up again to save the day.” “Stop.” “Fine, now get out of here. There are some people waiting for you. Go have some fun.” I had completely forgotten about them, time to go say hi, again. 

Emily pov

We were still excited about what just happened at the beach.

“She is totally a badass, she was just talking with us and still caught the kids drowning in the water.” Tobin said. “When she left the girl alone at the board I was like ‘what is she doing?’ and then she just got the boy under water, that was amazing.” Christen said “That’s why she is the boss.” Ali complement.

“Okay, but let’s not forget how hot she is. When she ran toward the water, it was just like we were in Baywatch, and her body. God!” “Kelley!!” “What Linds, is not like you don’t agree with me you were drooling watching her doing her job.” Kelley fought back. “I was not…” Lindsey said pouting, Megan put a hand on her shoulder and said. “Sorry Linds but you totally were. But that’s fine, she is hot as fuck and I think that half of the girls here were drooling, even the “straight” ones”.  She intensifies the quotation marks.

Then Christen intervened. “She also looks like a good person, she looks smart, determined and kind. You saw her with the little girl?” “Hey, I don’t have a competition do I?” Tobin protested. “Of course not babe, but she may be good for some other girls here. And watch out cause she is coming here.”

I looked behind me and Y/N was coming over, she had changed off her uniform and was now just in her swimming suit, a backpack and a surfboard. She was more beautiful, if that was even possible and hotter.

“Hey girls, my shift is just over. So I remembered that one of you challenged me on surfing. So I want to know if she is still up to it?” Ash stood up “Oh yeah, game on bitch. Tobs, Kell are you coming?” “Of course, let’s go.” Both of them replied.

Some girls went along with them for the water, others decided to take a walk on the sand and others were just going to lay and get a tan. Before Y/N followed the girls to the water she came near me. “So, beautiful, can I put my stuff here near you?” “I think so.” “Good, you’re not coming?” “Not today.” “Okay, be right back.” She winked at me and left toward the ocean.

I sat back in the sand and just watched her get some waves with the girls, she was stunning. Of course she was winning the challenge, but who cares, everyone was just amazed by her. 

I was contemplating her beauty when Moe sat beside me and asked. “So, are you gonna spill the beans?” “There is nothing to spill. Don’t know what you are talking about?” “You sure do. If you do nothing the others will keep flirting with her and who knows what could happen.” I look at her shocked. “It’s in your eyes Sonny.” 

An hour later everyone came back from the water and we went to play some footvolley. We paired everyone up and Y/N ended up being my partner. She was amazing at that and we had a lot of fun. She was flirting with me the whole time and I was hoping the girls weren't noticing it.

We stopped playing and were getting ready to leave, when Kelley whispered in my ear. “You better do something girl, she is flirting with you the whole day, everyone noticed. If you don’t do something we will.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She just shaked her head and went toward Ash and Tobin, whispered something to them and they went to Y/N.

“So Y/n, we had a lot of fun today and we really wanted to get to know you better. Tell us a little bit more about you.” Tobin asked. “Well, you already know I’m 25 and am a lifeguard. I graduated from the University of Virginia with a degree in exercise and sports science. I give surf classes for kids and I’m also a coach for some amatour surfer athletes. And I’m a sports lover.”

“Wait, too much information. You’re a surf coach?” Ashlyn asked incredibly. “Yeah? Sorry but you were the one who made the bet.” “That explains a lot.”

Becky was the one to speak now. “You went to Virginia? That’s awesome me too, so does Moe and Sonnett, but it doesn’t have a beach there.” “Yeah, I know. I took a pause from the beach while I was studying and worked at a waterpark over there.”

“I got a question…” Oh no, Kelley shut up. “Are you single?” With that Y/N wined her eyes and blush a little, she looked at me and then back to Kelley.

“No?” “You don’t seem too sure about that.” Tobin interjected. “I mean, no, I’m not single. But we haven’t told anyone besides family yet, so…” “Wait a second, so you’re not single? Are you sure? I’m way confused right now.” “Yeah, I’m sure. She actually loves soccer, she loves you guys.”

While the rest of the girls started asking other questions for Y/n. Kelley looked at me with a ‘sorry dude’ look. I understand why she was like that, I mean Y/n was indeed flirting with me, everyone was probably confused as to why she was flirting with me if she has a girlfriend. But they were clueless and I was having a lot of fun with it, so I decided to enjoy it a little bit more and so I spoke up.

“Hey Y/N we actually have the whole day off, so we were thinking of hanging out together and going out for dinner. What do you say? Wanna come?” Y/N looked at me with a intrigued look, but agreed either way. “Yeah, I would love to.” 

“Your girlfriend would be okay with that?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah she wouldn’t mind.”

“Maybe you can call her right now and talk to her just to make sure?” I said, Y/n was really confused right now, she was trying to understand what I mean with that. I just nodded and saw a smirk appear on her face. “Yeah, that will be great.” Some girls looked at me, don’t getting what I was doing. Christen added. “And if you want to invite her, you said she was a fan, we can surprise her if you want to” “Of course, it will be fun”.

Y/n got her phone and made the call. “So who is gonna talk?” Y/N look at me and I nod toward Kelley. “O’hara you think you can do it? She would love that?” Y/n asked “Of course. What's her name again?” “Oh, you don’t need that” She looked at her phone and back at me, I gave her a reassuring look as she started to talk.

“Hi babe. So I’m at the beach now, and there are some girls here that want to say hi to you.” She put on speaker for everyone to hear. “Hi. It’s Kelley O’hara here, and you are talking with half of the national team.” Silent went over the line, the girls started looking at each other and Y/n spoke.

“She is probably in shock, can you tell her about the dinner?” “Yeah, so we just asked Y/n if she wants to come to dinner with us and we also would like to invite you, so what do you say?” I waited a moment and answered on my phone. “I would love to, but I thought that as I was the one who made the invitation I was already invited.”

Everyone looked at me and then back to Y/n, they were in shock. Y/n has that stupid smile on her face that I love so much and answered. “That’s good babe, can’t wait.” We just kept looking at each other's eyes. Oh god, I love this girl so much. When Kelley yelled. 

“Wait a minute. Why did you call Sonnett?” “Well you asked for me to call my girlfriend. So I did.” Y/n spoke with a smirk on her face “The Emily Sonnett, this girl here is your girlfriend?” “Hey, what do you mean by that? I can’t date a hot girl?” 

With that I went to Y/n side, hugged her and she gave me a peck “And you let me, no, you let us, drool over you girlfriend and didn’t say a thing?” I couldn’t get the smile out of my face. “It was funny and I didn’t know yet if she was going to be okay with that.” “That is no excuse, you should have told me, it is not like I was going to tell the world.” Kelley complained and crossed her arms on her chest. “Okay Kelley, less drama. We are happy for you Sonny.” “Thanks Chris, someone here is mature.”

“Wait, does it mean that now we have to give Y/n the shovel talk?” Tobin asked with a serious face. “No!” I protest. “Sorry Sonnett, we have to, it's the team's rules.” Ash responded. “That’s okay babe, I can take it.”

“Fine, but only if Moe gets to be there.” “What? Why? Moe can’t hurt a fly” Becky said. “Because she will make sure you don’t scare Y/n away, she will be on her side.” “Why would she do that?” “Babe you can’t ask Moe that, just because she is my friend.” “Wait, Moe knew?” Kelley said, trying to look hurt. “Way to throw me under the bus Sonny.” Moe complained.

“Of course, she helped me with the plan of asking Y/n out. We studied together, you forgot?” “Of course you were all Cavaliers. That’s it Y/n you are coming with us for dinner, there is no space for debate. We need to see if you are good for Sonnett. Let’s go everyone” With Megan orders everyone start to go back to where the vans were. I got my stuff and I was about to follow the girls, when Y/n pulled my arm.

“Hey hot stuff, I missed you.” She passed her arms over my shoulders and I hugged her waist. “Hi babe, I missed you too. Sorry about doing it without asking you first. But when the girls pulled over and I saw which beach we were at and that you were here, I started thinking about it, and then you were so hot saving the boy, and the girls liked you so much, and they saw you flirting with me, so…” I was interrupted by a kiss. Y/n ’s lips were so soft and rough at the same time. The way she pulls me closer to her and deepens the kiss, I miss her so much.

“That’s okay honey. I loved meeting your teammates.” “What do you say about us skipping dinner? I really missed your lips...” I kissed her lips. “Your neck...” I kissed her neck, and started to touch her body. “I missed all of this, your body is perfect.” She gave a large sigh and pushed me away “Even though I would love to go to our house and make out with you for the rest of the night. I'm sure the girls wouldn’t approve of it. Let’s go, as soon as we get to dinner, sooner you can get this body.” “Nooo, I’m really regretting telling the girls today.” “The good point is that now you don’t have to sneak out anymore, you can always say you are going out with your girlfriend.” “Okay, but one last thing.” I gave her a passionate kiss, until we heard the girls yelling at us from afar. “I love you Y/n.” “I love you too Em. Now let’s go.” We intercalated our hands and walked to where the girls were waiting for us. This night was amazing and now I can say to the world that the Hot Lifeguard is mine.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

i am biased for victor hnnggggg

does he have moments where he’s all clingy towards mc and do you have a favorite moment of them that perfectly captures why victor’s your bias?

btw, hope you’re doing well :> xoxo

Welcome to the “Victor black-hole” hnnngnnn 🥺❤️

I hope you’re open to spoilers HAHA. Cause my brain is all over the place right now and I’m just gonna pull things out off a tangent from the mess LOL :>

It’s mostly the other way around HAHA i.e. MC being the visibly clingy one between the two of them. Don’t let that fool you though cause in general, they are both VERY handsy LOL eyes the alarming number of arm around the waist CGs they have + the increasing stock of hand holding and hugging CGs. Guess the contents then owekbpkghbj >//<

Regardless, Victor does have moments when he is being “especially” clingy. These are some moments I can currently recall off the top of my head——

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DRUNK IN LOVE ASMR – [available in global server]

Victor gets drunk (against all odds LOL) and MC tries to take care of him. But he turns into a cuddle-bug instead. AND IT’S ADORABLE.

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THE OLD DAYS ASMR (昔时) – [unreleased]

It’s a very sentimental ASMR where Victor reminisces how his mom taught him to make the best pudding in the world and how happy she’d be if she knew how much MC loves his pudding.

The ending of the ASMR takes a slightly different turn though, and it shows us again just how cuddly, loving and warm this man is.

“If you aren’t willing to be a little more obedient, I’ll tickle you. It’s such a cold day. How can I sleep soundly without hugging you? In the past? The past is the past. I’m used to it now. I have to put my arms around your waist, smell the scent on your hair, and take you into my arms completely. Only then can I sleep soundly. You promised me. As long as I want something, and as long as I’m happy, you can do anything. Since you’ve made a promise, there’s no room for backing out. Come here. Turn around. Put your hands on my waist, here. Mm.... hug a little tighter. Come over here. Mm.... this is really comfortable.”

[showers MC with kisses]

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HARVEST DATE – [unreleased]:

SUMMARY: Doesn’t matter how many times he calls MC out, HE IS JUST AS CLINGY.

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During this time of the year, there’s always a kind of magical attractive force about the soft and warm blanket being wrapped around your body, making it difficult to resist its temptation.

But recalling today’s itinerary, I still clench my teeth and prepare to get out of bed.

Victor: What are you doing up so early?

His familiar temperature is pressed against my back, and his usual deep and low voice is now laced with slight sleepiness and hoarseness.

MC: The appointment with the harvesting garden is at 10 AM.... I’ll get up first and get ready.

[MC’s Company Name] and LFG’s collaborative project” Loveland Tourism Month” officially lowered its curtain yesterday. As the continuous hectic days came to an end, we could finally welcome the relaxation.

Yesterday, I received a call from the Wanshu Plantation, informing me that it's time to pick up the tomatoes I planted in the garden with Victor.

Thereupon, we decided to begin the first day of our annual vacation by going to harvest the fruits we had planted together in the past.

Victor: Early in the morning in usual days, she shouts “I’ll be up in five minutes”. But on the contrary, she is more diligent on vacations.

Victor’s eyes are closed, and his arm that is wrapped around me tightens more and more. Clearly, he has absolutely no intention of letting me get out of the bed.

His hair, which is usually well-groomed, is now strewn about his forehead in a mess, and a handful clump of it is even sticking up in a disobedient manner.

With all his seriousness dispersed, Victor appears warm and relaxed. I wrap my arm around his waist, enjoying the precious morning tenderness.

MC: Usually when I sleep in, someone always laughs at me for loathing to part with the coverlet.

MC: How come you’ve also fallen into the trap today? What happened to CEO Victor’s skill of “waking up at the right time and never procrastinating”?

Victor: When was this “skill” ever efficacious with a certain someone around? Also, I’m on annual leave today.

Victor opens his eyes, still some haze swimming across them.

Victor: “No holiday is complete without sleeping in”, isn’t that the first rule in your holiday treasure trove?

MC: While I’m very happy that you’re willing to experience my perfect holiday treasure trove for yourself, but if we don’t get up now, we’re really going to be late.

A sigh hits my ears. He jerks away my phone and tosses it aside.

Victor: ....the last five minutes.

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HEART’S CONTENT DATE – [unreleased]

If you’re open to spoilers and have the time – PLEASE READ THIS DATE.

You asked if I have any favorite clingy Victor moment that perfectly captures why he’s my bias – THIS DATE IS THE ANSWER.

although he’s partially responsible for MC being busy cause he just gave her a new contract towards “building their future together” (Innermost Thoughts Date) – THE WAY HE SULKS THROUGHOUT THE DATE cause MC hasn’t been able to give him enough attention lately is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS. AND Victor showing that you can miss the love of your life THAT much even though you live in the same house skbfbdcvhbj~ *･゜ﾟ(^O^)↝

Also, yeah, he gives the poor little Pudding a run for their love for MC LOL~ (≧▽≦)

Victor: Let’s go home then. Pudding really misses you lately....

Victor: But not as much as me.

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In other words, every one you love in this world likely loves you back and misses you too, but NO ONE loves you and misses you more than I do~ 乁༼☯‿☯༽ㄏ

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These are some droplets that I can think of at this very moment from the ocean of Victor contents LOL. And they all in some way or the other illustrate why I am down so bad for this 2D man~ (✯ᴗ✯)

And, I hope you are doing well too! 🥺💕

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