#girl will lock eyes with a guy and make funny faces at each other across the room and think yeah he doesnt like me

[abasketofnothing]

Ok but here's the thing i can never tell if the feelings are mutual until after the matter, and that always bites me in the ass

[tetsuswaifu]

Slap Ass Friday

author’s note: i dont know if slap ass friday was a thing outside of the u.s. schooling system or the area i live in or not but basically a lot of people in the middle school would just participate in slapping their friends asses. or boys would do it to try and get girls attention (gross to think back about this and think its normal) but in these scenarios, these are actual couples and consent is involved except for suna’s. I thought i would make them into a highschool age type

let me know if you guys want more, feel free to leave a comment, like, reblog or hit up my requests, i havent posted or written fanfic in a long time so i appreciate it if youve taken the time to read this 🫶🏼

word count: ~1k

warnings: suggestive content, spanking, kissing, sexual harassment-minimal in suna’s

・❥・ Bokuto Koutaro ・❥・

“KOUU!! This is the third time today! I’m pretty sure I feel welts starting to form,” you yelled and turned towards him, looking at him with playful, sad eyes. You jutted your bottom lip out in a slight pout. Your ass was stinging from the intense mark your boyfriend, Bokuto, had just left. He grabbed your hands and pulled them around his waist, just before doing the same to yours. Bokuto had rested his hands at the top curve of your butt, his thumbs giving you light traces right above your skirt’s waistline. His arms held you close, and the sandalwood and citrus aroma of his cologne smelled divine. His golden eyes held your gaze with nothing but pure love—one of the many traits about him that you gravitated toward and loved instantly.

He leaned into your ear with a smirk on his face. "Oh, please, we both know you like it, baby. Don’t even bother denying it.” He gave a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before slipping his hand under your skirt. Quickly giving you a wet neck kiss while gently grabbing your cheek, he just slapped you. “I love you, Bunny-chan,” he said, kissing your cheek. You slapped his ass back before he could walk to his next class, smirking at his faux-shocked face.

・❥・ Kozume Kenma ・❥・

Kenma, you, and Kuroo stood in the corner of the gym, teammates scattered across the floor. Practice had just ended, and you were all getting ready to leave. Kenma's eyes fixed on his switch. The sound of playful slaps and laughter filled the air as his teammates participated in the weekly tradition. Normally, he would not include himself, but since dating you, he’d been thinking it’d be funny to surprise you by doing so.

You were engrossed in conversation with Kuroo, not minding the loudness around you—you were used to it by now. Kenma glanced up briefly, noticing the playful atmosphere around him. Without tearing his eyes from his game, he smirked slightly and decided to join in on the fun.

In one swift motion, he reached out and gave you a playful slap on the ass. The sound could be heard from the other side of the gym. It made you jump and turn to him, eyes wide with surprise.

“Kenma! You could’ve politely asked for my attention instead,” you said, smirking at him.

Kenma’s focus was already back on his game, shrugging, “I’m participating in the weekly holiday.” A smirk formed on his face, matching your energy.

You laughed in response, shaking your head, clearly amused. “Warn me next time, will you?” you teased back.

Kenma diverted his attention from his game, locking eyes with you, his golden brown gaze unwavering. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You and Kuroo had laughed, not expecting this mischievousness from Kenma. Even with his quiet, reserved way, he could still be a part of the fun—and maybe even surprise you once in a while.

・❥・ Kuroo Tetsuro ・❥・

You and Kuroo had always had a playful relationship with each other, often teasing each other in fun, light-hearted ways. Knowing what today was, you were going to take full advantage of the tradition. Today’s mission was to catch Kuroo off guard as many times as you could.

Throughout the day, you managed to sneakily slap Kuroo’s ass in various scenarios—between classes, during lunch, even during practice. Every time, he would react with a mix of surprise and amusement. When you ended up doing it in front of his teammates, they would all chuckle at the playful exchange between their captain and you.

Kuroo, being the mischievous strategist he is, pretends to be unfazed, plotting his perfect moment for revenge. As the day progressed, you had gotten a few more slaps in, leaving Kuroo with a smirk on his face as he bided his time.

It was the end of the school day, and Kuroo and you were both packing up your things and preparing to head home for the weekend. Kuroo had walked you home like normal, laughing and chatting as always. You had felt successful and triumphant from your considered “wins” of the day. When you both reached your home, you turned to say goodbye, thinking you had gotten away with it.

In that moment, Kuroo had slapped your butt swiftly, catching you completely off guard. You gasped and then laughed, “Oh my god, Tetsu!” now realizing you underestimated his timing. He grinned at you, leaning in to whisper, “Turnabout’s a fair play, babe.” Kissing your cheek and starting the walk back to his own home.

・❥・ Suna Rintarou ・❥・

You and Suna had been dating for a while now, but one of your classmates, Kenji, made it seem like he was oblivious to the fact. He wouldn’t take the hint, and it was right in front of his face. Even after telling him that she was with him, he was still persistent with his flirting and inappropriate advances.

During a break in between classes, you had been chatting with a group of friends. Kenji had seen you talking to them, thinking it would be the perfect moment to try his luck again and smack your rear. You were visibly uncomfortable and annoyed. Unbeknownst to Kenji, Suna and his teammates had observed the incident.

Suna, known for his calm demeanor but sharp tongue when provoked, had stepped in. He calmly walks over with his teammates behind him, walking tall and intimidating. With a piercing gaze, Suna firmly tells Kenji to back off and to respect your boundaries. Kenji was taken aback by your boyfriend’s assertiveness. He tried stuttering off excuses before Suna’s teammates reinforced his warning with their presence.

Kenji closed his mouth, realizing he crossed a line he shouldn’t have. His face was turning red from embarrassment and humiliation. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, walking away quickly with his head down. You were grateful for Suna’s intervention, you thanked him with a relieved smile. Suna reassured you that he would always have your back, no matter what.

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[mellifiedprincess]

This was wrote very quickly, sooo not really sure if it’s good or not :/

“Good morning campers! I’m your host Nick Sturniolo.” There’s a slight pause before your eyes drift over to your boyfriend. “Matthew Sturniolo here.”

“Chrizzz.”

“And welcome back to the Cut the Camera podcast.” You can hear the joy in Nicks voice as he continues the intro. Your head is placed in Nicks shoulder, arms wrapped around one of his, in search of comfort.

Usually, you find comfort in the arms of your boyfriend. But not today. Today he and Chris have betrayed your trust, and therefore you are forced to cling to Nick against his free will.

“Of course I can’t continue without explaining why Y/N is glued to my side. For those who are not watching this on youtube, normally Y/N and Matt would be sitting together. Being gross and all that, but not today.” Nick pauses, looking at you before switching his eyes from Matt to Chris.

“Would anyone like to explain?” Before either of the boys can even think about speaking, your body lunges forward to grab Nicks mic. “Matt and Chris are evil spawns of satan and deserve to be put in solitary confinement.” You glare at the stupid laughing idiots sitting across from you and sink back down next to Nick.

“JESUS Y/N/N!” Chris can barely get words out from laughing at your outburst. “Kids wanting us locked up.”

“Nick! Make him shut up before I punch his stupid face.”

“Alright sweetheart.” Nick laughs and gives your arm an affectionate rub.

“Chris cut it out. Leave her alone.” Matt finally speaks up, his lopsided grin giving away the fact he finds the current scared state his girlfriend is in to be amusing. His eyes meet yours and even though he knows you’re not seriously upset with him, he still wants to apologize profusely and shower you with affection.

“Will you please come over here and sit by me?” He pleads with you, but you’re not having it. “No!” You huff out and squeeze Nicks arm even tighter.

“Ohhhkay, moving on.” Nick interrupts before things escalate. “The reason Y/N and Matt are mad at each other-“

“I’m not mad at my girlfriend. I miss her and want her over here with me!” Matt cuts Nick off with a tone one could only describe as…pouty. “Maybe if you didn’t try to paralyze me with fear and send me into cardiac arrest, I wouldn’t be over here with Nicky praying on your downfall.” With that you cross your arms and purse your lips, that same glare from earlier back.

An audible whine leaves your boyfriend’s lips. A whine. He was actually trying to kill you.

“Can I tell the viewers what happened? Or am I gonna keep getting interrupted?” After everyone finally quiets down, Nick continues.

“So, many of you may not know this about our angel of a friend Y/N, but one of her biggest fears is things/people running at her.” You can clearly see the amusement on the triplets faces, because of how ridiculously funny the situation is to them. It wasn’t to you though. “It could literally be a baby crawling towards her super fast and the girl is screaming and frozen with fear.”

Before Nick starts to speak again, Chris starts laughing uncontrollably once again. “Remember when we went to that haunted house thing for halloween and at the end, like after you make it back outside, there was that guy holding a chainsaw-“ You already knew what he was talking about, one of the scariest moments of your life.

“Christopher don’t!” Your tone is one of warning, and your eyes widen at the memory that haunts you daily. (Dramatic much?)

Of course, that fucker continues anyway. “No wait, this is one of my favorite Y/N/N stories. Chris has to tell it.”

“You traitor!” You point an accusing finger at Nick, who only laughs at you. “I can’t trust any of you!” You quickly move to sit by Matt after that, a satisfied grin makes its way onto his face and he wraps his arms around you as soon as you’re next to him.

And as soon as your body falls into his, any fear you had diminishes instantly. Like your body knew the safest you would ever feel was anywhere in his proximity. You feel his lips press against your temple, before making its way across your cheek, and then finally turning your head a little to give you a proper kiss on your lips.

“And the barf mobile has arrived.” Nick deadpans. “Fuck off.” You and Matt deadpan in unison.

“Alright when I come running at you with a chainsaw, don’t say shit.”

The image of Nick running at you makes you curl into Matt’s side even more. “Alright, stop scaring her. She literally won’t sleep tonight and will probably make me go with her to the bathroom every time she has to use it.”

“You’re funny if you think I’m not making you go with me to the bathroom after the shit you and Chris pulled.”

Matt can only grin down at you, he was just happy that you were back beside him. Codependency is a bitch <3

“Alright, back to what Matt and Chris did to Y/N. Y/N, you wanna start the story off?” Nick directs the attention on to you and you start playing with Matt’s fingers as an anxious habit.

“Let’s start off with the fact, I was in the middle of cooking dinner for these idiots and I thought I was still the only one home.” You watch Chris cover his mouth to try to hide his smile, ultimately failing.

“I heard something from downstairs and thought maybe Chris left his patio doors open and an animal got in. Wouldn’t be the first time. So, I put my investigation skills to the test and went to see what it was. Anyone want to guess what it was?” You pause for dramatic effect, looking around the table for a moment.

“It was my lovely boyfriend and dumbass best friend standing at the bottom of the staircase with creepy ass masks on. And as soon as they saw me they start running up the stairs towards me!” A shiver of fright runs through your body at the scene replaying in your head.

“And what did your fight or flight instincts tell you to do?” Matt asks, already knowing the answer since he saw it firsthand. “I don’t have fight or flight instincts. I have freeze instincts. BECAUSE I WAS FROZEN FROM FEAR!”

And at your outburst, the three brothers start laughing uncontrollably, Matt earning a slap to his chest as his body shakes from how hard he was laughing.

“And what makes it even worse is when my body finally registered I needed to move my fucking ass, I ran to our room and immediately called Matt.”

“Awe baby, I’m so sorry.” He’s quietly laughing now, pulling you even closer to his body. “I promise I won’t scare you like that ever again.” You cut your eyes at him and plants a kiss to your cheek, trying to convince you.

“Maybe not intentionally, but Y/N/N literally gets scared if you look at her for too long.”

Chris was right, but he didn’t have to call you out like that.

“I will hide every can of pepsi you bring into this house.” You threaten and watch as his mouth drops open in shock, before he fucking. starts. staring. you. down.

“CHRIS! Cut it out!” Matt yells at his younger brother when he realizes he’s trying to scare you again.

“You are all very bizarre.” Nick shakes his head and gets ready to move on to the next topic.

[totheblood]

begging for rain. (two)

󠁐# TWO; the more you break

PAIRING: ex!ellie williams x nextdoorneighbor!reader

SUMMARY: moving to a new town can be tough, especially as you are trying to hold everything in your life together. after you meet ellie, your life completely changes, but for the better? well that's still up in the air

WARNINGS: mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x,

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N :new chapter yay!! okay so like i'm setting a lot of stuff up and i know that so annoying and frustrating but i really need to paint a picture of dynamics so i hope u enjoy. AI AUDIOS AT THE END ! please please please like and reblog/reply/send asks, comments, the whole nine yards… it is so appreciated!

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE!!

TWO YEARS AGO

The first day of school went okay.

Inside the hallways, students pushed past each other, sweaty bodies mixing and mingling into a tangled mess. Blue lockers were lined up against the walls, many of them open as students shoved heavy textbooks inside them from their backpacks. 

Ellie pushed past them like she was used to it, a ratty leather backpack hanging off her shoulder. Occasionally, she would look behind her to see if you were still following her. You always were. 

You didn’t quite know where you were going. You knew your locker number was tucked deep inside your bag and whenever Ellie stopped at her locker was when you were going to pull it out and ask her to show you where it is. However, you were now feeling like you were slightly stalking Ellie and there was some truth to her words. When Ellie stopped at her locker, Locker 2094, she looked at you for only a moment before she was undoing the built-in lock. 

“You know you can’t follow me all day,” she said dryly, lock clicking open and her locker door almost hitting you in the face. You decided it was time for you to get your locker number, pulling your bag to the front and unzipping the front pocket where your locker number and lock combination was written on a crumpled-up pink post-it note. 

“I’m not following you, Ellie,” You rolled your eyes, unraveling the post-it note, “I was just waiting for a good time to find this.”

“And what is that?” She gave you a weird look and shoved a textbook in her locker, then another. 

“My locker number,” You said simply, looking at the number and chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” She wasn’t looking at you anymore, just fishing around in her bag for anything she may have had to put in her locker. 

“This is my locker,” You patted the one right next to Ellie’s, right where you were standing to the left of her, “Locker 2093.”

Ellie chuckled dryly again, closing her locker and leaning up against it as she watched you struggle to put your lock combination in, “You’ve taken this stalker thing too far.”

With a click, it popped open, empty and barren. You opened your bag and shoved the one textbook you had inside your locker, a smile planted on your face, “Yes, I’ve just been so obsessed with you since I saw you for the first time yesterday that I called the school district and got my locker to be next to yours.”

“Aha! So you admit it!” Ellie laughed, picking at her fingernails as she looked around the hallways, looking for familiar faces. A group of them walked up, all laughing and talking with each other as they circled Ellie around your locker. 

“Hey, El,” a girl said, causing you to look up at her. She was pretty, too pretty. She had her black hair tied up in a ponytail, her skin was olive and slightly tanned, and she had some sun spots scattered across her face, pooling in a center near her nose. Next to her was a slightly taller and much paler girl with black hair cut right above her shoulder, the jagged and uneven edges indicating she cut it herself. Behind them, a much taller guy, with longer black hair and a kind face stood. He smiled at you, and you offered him a kind smile back. Be nice, you cursed, you’re here to make friends, you reminded yourself.

“Hey Dina,” Ellie smirked, leaning back against her locker and looking at the group, “I see your hair is already growing back, Cat,” Ellie reached forward to play with the edges of Cat’s hair before she swatted Ellie’s hands away from her and scoffed.

“You fucked up my hair and you know that,” Her tone of voice was playful at most, evidenced by the wide grin on her face. She was insanely pretty even with her hair all fucked up. You didn’t know why but it made your stomach churn. “Are you going to introduce us to your new friend, Ellie?”

Your eyes widened and darted to Ellie and then to the group, hoping embarrassment wasn’t written all over your face. 

“This is Y/n,” Ellie smiled at you, jumping slightly when you slammed your locker shut, “She’s my new neighbor and stalker.”

“Hey!” You rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face, “I am her neighbor, but I’m not a stalker.”

“Ellie’s just too full of herself. Ignore her,” The girl in the ponytail stepped a little closer and extended a hand, “I’m Dina.”

You shook her hand, mumbling a ‘nice to meet you’ before shifting awkwardly and retracting your hand. The guy in the back raised his hand slightly and smiled at you, “I’m Jesse.” 

“Nice to meet you, Jesse,” you then looked at the last girl waiting for her to introduce herself. When she didn’t speak, you took it upon yourself to ask, “And sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Cat,” she responded flatly. Her tone was a little icy, but you weren’t sure if you were just feeling insecure or she was actually trying to snub you. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” a nervous breathy laugh fell from your lips and you tightened your grip on your backpack strings, “It sucks moving senior year so I’m glad to make some new friends.”

“Why did you move senior year?” Cat spoke up finally, “You’re not like a psycho bitch that got kicked out of her last school?” 

“Cat!”

“C’mon, Cat!” Dina and Ellie chimed in at the same time in your defense. You were admittedly thrown off by the comment but, yet again, you made an excuse for her. Maybe she was just curious. Or maybe she wanted to protect herself and her friends. 

“What? I want to know,” she defended herself. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you laughed, giving her a smile. Be nice, your head rang once again. “It’s a valid question. But, no, uh, my dad died and we couldn’t afford to live where we were living anymore.”

Her smug smile fell, and instead, it was laced with empathy or more importantly pity. You hated it. Your newfound ability to ruin the moment. A moment that was supposed to be sweet. A fresh start. Already, you had clouded the new with your past.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to force you to say that or anything,” Cat apologized and it sounded genuine. It felt genuine. 

“It’s totally okay. I’m fine, I’m mostly over it anyways,” That was a bold lie. You were nowhere close to over it but you couldn’t help but want them to like you. To think you were totally normal and carrying no baggage. 

“No, it’s not okay,” Ellie spoke up again, shooting a glance to Cat, that made her scoff and roll her eyes. 

“I said I was sorry,” Cat shrugged, “What more do you want from me?” 

“Maybe don’t call people ‘psycho bitches’ when you first meet them,” Ellie stood up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest and Cat glanced at you again, colder this time. 

“You’re unbelievable, Ellie,” She was looking at Ellie again, shooting daggers at her. You were unsure what was going on so you glanced at Dina and Jesse for help. All Dina did was slightly shake her head, a subtle way of telling you to not get involved. 

“I’m unbelievable?”

“Yes! You’re unbelievable! Scolding me in front of people like I’m your fucking child or something,” Cat was getting irritated and it showed itself in her face. She had one of those faces that couldn’t hide what she was feeling.

“Then don’t act like a child,” Ellie said simply, causing Cat to let out a huff and turn around, push past Jesse, and leave the group. Ellie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the locker, letting out a heavy sigh, “I should go after her. Can you guys help her to her first class?”

Dina nodded quickly before shooing Ellie off with her hand, “Go, go! It’s fine.” Ellie took one look at you and offered a smile that said ‘I’m sorry’. What she actually said was: “Meet me by my car at the end of the day. I’ll take you home.” 

With that Ellie disappeared into the sea of people until she was no longer in sight. 

“What was that?” you asked Dina and Jesse. 

“Trust me,” Dina looked at you, “You don’t want to know.”

-

Your first class was English with Mrs. Porter. She made you stand at the front of the classroom and introduce yourself. Jesse was in this class with you and when you were done giving a brief introduction to yourself he loudly clapped and cheered. The gesture made you smile and eased some of the tension you were feeling. 

A few people followed him, by cheering and offering you a high five as you moved back to your seat. Everyone seemed to be enamored by him. During class, people would send him notes on little Post-it notes, he would open them, laughing as he read them and wrote some messages back to them. It was subtle, but you could tell he opened up a room. 

At lunch you walked into the large cafeteria, looking around for a place to sit. You were sure you looked like a lost dog as you wandered around because a girl with long brunette hair walked up to you with a smile on her face. She was pretty and dressed in a button-up and plaid skirt. It felt too formal for school.

“Hey, you’re new, right?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Ingrid,” She looked you up and down, “do you need a place to sit?”

“Y/n!” your name was being called from a familiar voice, causing you to snap your head in that direction to see Ellie standing up and waving her hand in the air, “Come sit with us!”

“Oh, I’m just going to sit with,” You pointed to the table where Ellie was still standing and staring intently at you, “my friends.”

Ingrid’s smile fell as she shot a glance toward the table. You were obviously missing something. You turned to move towards the table before the girl gripped your arm firmly. 

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” That smile was back. 

“Y/n,” you told her.

“Y/n,” she repeated, “Pretty name.”

“Thanks,” you scratched the back of your neck, “Well, I’ll see you around.” You quickly rushed to the table, confused about the interaction once again. This place was fucking weird.

You sat down next to Ellie who was laughing at something Cat said. Cat’s eyes sparkled when she looked at Ellie. Brown and glossy as she laughed with Ellie, shaking her head. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she reached over to grab an apple slice out of Ellie’s lunchbox. When Ellie looked back at Cat her eyes didn’t sparkle in the same way that Cat’s did. They were verging on dull, but the corner of Ellie’s eyes still had wrinkles as she smiled. 

“Hey!” She grabbed the apple from Cat’s hand, “Get your own apples.” 

“Yours just taste better,” she giggled, smiling at you as you sat down, “Hey, how was your first day?”

She was being much nicer and her energy was much calmer. It was obvious she and Ellie had made up in the time from this morning to now, but you also had to wonder if Ellie told her to be nicer to you. 

“It’s going well,” You shrugged, pulling out the brown bag your mom had packed for you, “I’m still getting used to everything.” 

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Ellie commented, taking another bite of her apple, “Hey, what did Ingrid want?”

“Oh,” You looked over to Ingrid’s table where she was chatting and eating with a group of people, “She just asked me if I wanted to sit with her.”

Dina, who was sitting across from you, practically choked on her food as she laughed. Cat was also laughing to herself as she raised her eyebrows, and looked down at her food. Jesse had a small smile on his face as he took another chip from his bag and took a loud bite. The only person who wasn’t laughing was Ellie, who gave a brief glance at Ingrid’s table before looking back at you. 

“Am I missing something?” 

“No, it’s just,” Ellie started, taking a deep breath and wondering how much she wanted to explain, “be careful with her. She’s…”

“Friendly,” Dina finished Ellie’s sentence, a smirk on her face. Obviously, friendly didn’t mean friendly but you didn’t know what that meant. 

“Do you like girls?” Cat asked bluntly. 

“Cat,” Ellie warned again, making Cat drop what she was eating and roll her eyes. 

“We need to know if we want to warn her,” She stated simply. 

“Like romantically?” You asked, making everyone giggle again. You felt like you were missing a joke. 

“Yeah, romantically,” Cat answered. 

“Oh, yeah,” You looked around to see everyone’s reactions. You ignored the way Ellie’s cheeks tinged pink, “is that a… problem?”

“No,” Cat said flatly, her tone was cold again, “we all like girls.”

“Oh,” you said, taking out your sandwich from the ziplock bag and taking a bite. 

“Let’s just say that Ingrid has been friendly with all of us,” Dina said, throwing a piece of popcorn at Jesse, “including Jesse.”

“At this point, initiation into this group should require hooking up with Ingrid,” Cat laughed.

“No,” Ellie said almost too fast, causing Cat to give her a confused look, “I can’t deal with another person getting convinced that Ingrid wants to be in a relationship with them. Plus, I can see into her room from mine. What if I look over and see Ingrid’s tits.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” Cat said bitterly. There was that tension again.

“Well, I don’t really think I want to be involved with anyone anyways,” you mentioned, taking another bite. 

“Why not?” Ellie questioned, eyes boring a hole into the side of your face. 

“It’s just too complicated,” You shrugged, taking a sip of your water, “I’m new and it’s hard enough making friends, I don’t need anything messing that up.”

Ellie swallowed hard, and took another bite of her apple, just nodding at what you said like she understood. 

“Well, now you have friends,” Dina spoke up, dissipating some of the tension. You took another bite, smiling with the food tucked into your cheeks. 

-

As the day ended you went back to your locker to collect your stuff, expecting Ellie to be at hers, but she wasn’t there. You paid no mind to it as you opened your locker. However, inside sat a note, a yellow Post-It note that looked like it had been crumpled up a few times. On it, it read: “Couldn’t stop looking at you all day. Hope this isn’t weird, you’re just so beautiful. I hope I can get the courage to say it to your face. - your secret admirer”

Normally, this would have made you feel good about yourself. A random stranger thinks you are beautiful? Yea, that would boost anyone’s ego. Except this stranger knew your locker number and had admitted to watching you all day. A weird pit formed in the bottom of your stomach as you stuffed the note in your bag, knowing you would ruminate on it sometime later. Quickly, you packed up your stuff and made your way to the parking lot.

There, Ellie was leaning against her car, phone in hand. She was so focused on what she was typing that she didn’t even notice you walking up to her. 

“Hey, ready to go?” You spoke, causing her to look up and smile at you. 

“Yeah,” She shrugged, before pausing a moment, green eyes scanning your face, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You let out a nervous laugh as you shook your head.

“What? I’m fine.”

“You look weird.”

“Thank you?”

“Not like that,” she stopped you, putting her hands up, ”You just look upset but I don’t know you that well so I could be wrong.”

“You are wrong,” you grumbled, heading to the passenger side and hopping in the car. Ellie just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and got in the driver's seat. 

“Well fuck me for caring then,” she mumbled to herself, starting the engine.

“It’s not-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath, “It’s just been a long day, I’m sorry if I was rude. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She paused for a moment as if you had said something wrong, then she looked at you, green eyes scanning your face once more. She looked shocked, surprised almost. It was all so confusing.

“It’s fine, I’m just being an asshole,” She laughed, turning back to the road and putting the car in reverse, “My day was long too.”

“Want to talk about it?” 

“It’s,” She turned down the music so she could speak, “Cat.”

“Are you guys a thing?” You crossed your hands in your lap and absentmindedly played with your fingers.

“It’s complicated,” she sighed, heading out onto the open road, “Kind of, but it’s not really official.”

“Why?”

“I can’t commit.”

“Oh,” you looked over at her and watched her nose scrunch slightly like she was uncomfortable with the conversation, “I could sense the tension today.”

“She’s just…” Ellie made a weird movement with her head, “like that.”

“Why can’t you commit?”

“We’ve had our issues in the past,” Ellie shrugged, “at the end of the day I just can’t trust her and I can’t date someone I don’t trust.”

“You guys just seem so close,” you mentioned eyes drifting to the road again, the trees, and all the storefronts you had yet to explore. 

“We are, and she’s a good friend,” Ellie coughed, “a little protective, but good. But romantically, I don’t really trust her. She swears she only wants me but I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Damn,” You laughed. Ellie looked over at you and laughed too. The air in the car was much lighter now.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how much of it I can do this year,” Ellie’s smile fell, as she approached her house, “but you didn’t ask all of that. I’m sorry I overshared.”

“Shut up, you didn’t overshare,” you laughed, unbuckling as Ellie pulled into her driveway, “and I did ask.”

“Well, thanks for listening, anyways,” Ellie smiled as she looked at her door and then back at you, “do you want to come in and do homework together? Joel’s not gonna be home till late.”

“I’d love that.”

ai audios:

[intopsh]

UNFORGETTABLE - l. hs

no matter how much you wanted to forget Heeseung, he would always make his way back into your life

pairing ; heeseung x fem!reader genre ; exes to ???, slight angst, college au warnings ; jealousy, kissing, swearing

mae’s note ; reblogs and criticism are appreciated! 🤍

“Having fun?” you heard a masculine voice say behind you. You quickly turned around to meet the man who was standing in front of you.

You recognized immediately that familiar face, it was Sim Jaeyun. You never actually talked in college since your majors were the opposite of one another, but you casually met him at frat parties like the one you were at right now.

“Pretty boring in here, y’know” you replied, a genuine smile appearing on your face. You heard the boy snicker at your answer, not knowing what was so funny in what you said.

“They’re going to play beer pong in a bit, want to be my partner?” he changed the subject of your conversation, asking you to be his partner for the game.

You nodded your head while still giving him a smile, looking around the room, searching for the table where you will play. “Would love that” you replied, earning a smile from the boy.

He grabbed your wrist and led you to the table, slightly bumping into all the people who were at the party. Your eyes were lingering around, trying to find Aeri, your best friend. You wondered if she was already getting laid on.

While you were looking around, your eyes locked in with a person. It was Lee Heeseung.

Your heart skipped a beat, making your body feel a chill sensation. The look on his eyes was telling you that he was annoyed at the sudden skinship with Jaeyun.

You slowly let go of Jaeyun’s hand, approaching the shell of his ear since the music was too loud to understand each other from a distance.

“Wait for me, I forgot something outside” you told him, nearly yelling from all the noise in the room. You watched the boy nod and give you a pat on your shoulder before making your way outside, needing to take a breath.

As soon as you walked out, you were met by a cold breeze that made you shiver slightly, rubbing yourself with the palms of your hands to create warmth.

“Going for your ex’s friends now?” your body froze. You recognized that voice straight away. You felt his frame approaching you, leaving you lost in thoughts.

“As far as I know, we broke up a long time ago, Heeseung.” you replied, trying to hide the weakness that was persisting in your head.

You and Heeseung didn’t break up in good terms. A heated argument of yours led to you two splitting up. You knew for a fact that you missed each other, but both of you had too much pride to admit it.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Saerom for her number?” his voice had a teasing tone in it. Your jaw clenched at the mention of her name. She was mainly the reason of your break up, and hearing your name made you feel challenged and annoyed.

“Go fuck yourself, Lee” your response was bitter enough to make Heeseung understand your annoyance at the mention of the girl’s name. You heard a laugh from the guy, making you turn your head and glare at his face.

He then abruptly made his way to you, nearly closing the gap between the two of you, smirking at the redness that spread across your face. After taking a close look at your face, he planted his lips on yours, making his hands travel freely through your body, only to place them on your waist.

You tilted your head too quickly for your liking to deepen the kiss, heat filling your body. You cupped his face as he continued kissing you, not wanting to leave your lips.

The kiss was interrupted when he moved to your cheeks, making you whine silently as you didn’t want for it to end.

He made his way to your jawline and then to your neck, kissing your sensitive spot, making you wonder if he remembered.

After tracing kisses through your neck, you heard him say something.

“You will never forget about me, Y/n.”

[saigethearies]

(fem!reader, mentions of insecurity and self-consciousness)

<3

sometimes you felt as if your boyfriend iwaizumi’s friends didn’t like you.

they always seemed to…laugh whenever you were around. you weren’t sure what was funny to them exactly but you couldn’t fight the feeling that you were the one being looked at as a joke.

you had begun to avoid being around iwa whenever you knew he was with his friends because you just couldn’t help how self-conscious you were becoming around them.

one friday afternoon, however, you found yourself heading towards the gymnasium. your boyfriend had promised a boba date once he was done with practice. he should be the only one left, since oikawa and him started to take turns on who was gonna stay longer to finish locking up.

“haji bear!” you chimed happily, almost skipping into the gym you were so excited.

unfortunately, instead of your boyfriend, you were met with the sound of someone snorting in amusement.

“haji bear?” makki questions between chuckles, mattsun and oikawa also bursting out into laughs beside him. “he actually lets you call him that?”

you shrunk in on yourself, that familiar sensation of insecurity swirling in the pits of your stomach. you hadn’t even been there for more than fifteen seconds and they were already laughing at you. again.

“what other pet names do you have for him? hajikins? haji pie?” mattsun asks, continuing off of the bit makki started.

“please, gentlemen, im sure she’s more creative than that,” oikawa said. “she probably has some nice rhyming ones that iwa-chan just loves.”

their chorus of chortles increased in volume, and you stood there feeling like a stupid and silly girl.

until they heard a small sniffle and every single one of them went silent.

the three men began to watch on as your eyes got glassy, shoulders starting to slightly shake.

“why do you guys- sniffle- always have to make fun of me?”

finally voicing the thought you’d kept to yourself for weeks had your tears streaming down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as little sobs left you.

that’s when the expressions on your onlookers faces turned into ones of horror.

you heard three bodies shuffling towards you, a pair of hands coming to rest on your shoulders and panicked voices sounding off around you.

“it’s not like that! we swear! we’d never try to make fun of you!”

“makki’s right! we’d never purposely make a sweet thing like yourself upset! promise!”

the hands on your shoulders gave a small squeeze. “what mattsun said, we weren’t trying to offend you, cutie! we just think it’s so funny someone as bubbly as you is dating someone as grumpy as our-“

“what the actual hell is going on here?”

the trio surrounding you froze, and everyone turned to look at iwaizuimi, signature scowl present on his face.

at the sight of tears on your face and the deer-in-headlights look all of his friends sported, however, his scowl nearly became a snarl.

“what did you three dumbasses do to her?”

oikawa released his hold on your shoulders immediately, having more familiarity with iwa’s wrath than anyone else. “just a little misunderstanding! that’s all!”

your boyfriend walked forwards, pulling you away from his teammates so that he could tuck you safely into his side. he immediately felt you hold onto his arm, small sniffles still being heard.

“and what exactly was this ‘misunderstanding’?”

“we heard her refer to you as haji bear and we laughed because we thought it was funny! that’s all!” makki answered in a rush, hands coming up as if in surrender.

“we weren’t intentionally trying to hurt her feelings, iwa, swear,” mattsun added.

“but we understand how our actions came across and take full accountability for accidentally bringing tears to eyes of lady iwa-chan!”

oikawa sounded out of breath by the time he was done talking, trying to come about the situation in the most emotionally intelligent way that he could to avoid getting smacked in the back of the head.

iwa regarded all of his friends carefully, each of them still looking incredibly nervous. he then turned his gaze to you, eyes meeting your still watery ones staring back up at him.

“they telling the truth, doll?”

you gave a small nod. “yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. i…i believe what they’re saying.”

you heard the three of them all sigh in relief. was your haji bear really that scary to them?

“we’re really sorry we upset you!”

“we weren’t making fun of you, pinky promise.”

“we just always find it funny how someone as sunny as you is doting on our grumpy iwa-chan.”

you gave them a small smile, a weight lifting off your shoulders now that you finally understood what was always so humorous to them. “apology accepted.”

you heard your boyfriend huff. “i guess it’s easy to judge my relationship when none of you have your own to worry about.”

the look of offense that flashed across the three faces in front of you almost had you laughing.

long story short, iwaizumi doesn’t let anyone mess with you.

not even his best friends.

[babyisa1]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ party in the maldives/ TOM

warnings: alcohol, slightly smutty towards the end, pretty funny/fluffy, swearing

1:45am

you heard the waves clashing in the backround along with a warm breeze flowing in your faces as you locked hands with tom, walking towards the open bar on the beach. your heels click on the wooden path as you near it, tom sending you a quick smile as the booming of the music gets louder.

„LETS GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED!!“ bill shouts, pushing between you and tom and sprinting towards the bar, bombarding the barman with different drink orders. the poor guy barely understood english, let alone english with a thick german accent.

„fucking hell, someones excited“ tom laughs, turning around to see georg and gustav chuckling aswell. you smile, grabbing toms hand again as you enter the bar, thankfully not that crowded. you could feel the beats of the music through your feet as you walk up to the bar to order some drinks. „a line of the strongest shots you have please“ you state, smiling brightly at the barman who sends you a wink before bending down and rummaging through the storage under the top.

„i dont feel like shots baby..“ tom mentions, „we dont either, well have a beer“ georg and gustav agree, you look at them with your eyebrows furrowed. „um, these are all for me, idiots“ you scoff, turning back around to the bar and seeing the colourful shots perfectly lined up on a palm tree decorated board.

you throw your head back, downing the shots while you feel the hot alcohol burn as it trickled down your throat. it was a good burn though, which powered you to finish them all. „holy shit are you insane? im the one thats going to have to deal with your drunk ass later!“ tom remarks, his eyes widened. you laugh, already starting to feel your body buzzing as you walk away from the bar to find bill.

your jaw almost unhinges from your face as you spot bill making out with a girl in the corner, his hands feeling up her body as they basically ate each others faces off. you giggle, feeling proud of bill as he usually was super shy, a total softie. you strut towards the dance floor, loosening up as you begin to sway your hips to the beat.

half an hour later

your dancing was sensual and in control in the beginning, but now the amount of shots you took earlier hit you like a truck. not to mention the few cocktails you had in between. you stumbled slightly through the club, looking for tom as he didnt join you to dance. a bright smile tugs on your face when you spot him just outside, smoking a cigarette as he takes in the beach view.

even though you were absolutely plastered, you couldnt ignore his beauty. the sky was pricked with stars, and the warm salty breeze from the ocean softly blew into toms face. he didnt seem drunk though, maybe a little tipsy as he knew he had to be somewhat sober to take care of you.

„tommmm where wherw yu i missd youu“ you slurred, tripping over your heels as tom swiftly caught you in his arms, dropping his cigarette. „god youre so drunk.. are you okay? do you have to puke?“ tom asks lovingly, putting the cigarette out with his shoe.

„noo *hiccup* .. im finee lets go for a walk!“ you exclaim, grabbing toms hand as you throw your heels off and run on the sand. you and tom laugh loudly as you both run across the beach, it was like no one else existed and you two were in your own little bubble. you accidentally step on your long flowy dress, causing you to faceplant on the sand as you take tom down with you.

you two groan slightly in pain, but after a few moments of silence you burst into laughter. „i bet your heavy ass broke a couple of my ribs“ you laugh, tom now laying flat on his back on the warm sand as you both face the sky. the laughing dies down after a while, as toms takes your hand into his and softly grazes his thumb across it.

„the view is gorgeous..“ you sigh out, mesmerised by the sparkly stars above you both. „it sure is“ tom replies, before you turn your head towards him. he was staring at you the whole time, causing your face to flush bright red.

it was special moments like this when you realized how deep your love and connection for eachother was. it was unconditional. he gazed at you which so much love, you swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

the faded beat of the music still played in the backround, causing you to snap out of you trance and lift yourself on your feet, your head pounding slightly as you were still drunk. you strip yourself completely naked before running towards the water. „join me tom, dont be a pussy!“ your shout, giggling. tom gasps, whipping his head to the bar (to see if anyone was looking) so fast he almost got whiplash. he hesitated a bit, before mumbling under his breath; „god- fuck it“

he quickly took his clothes off, running towards you as the cold water made him shiver. you both were now chest deep in the water, and tom pulls you into a hug to keep warm. with your chest flush against his, you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling. you begin to plant soft open mouthed kisses on his neck, causing him to relax at your touch. „mm..“ you hum in between kisses; „your so fucking hot..“ you breath out, grabbing his hand and pulling it underwater to feel how wet you are.

he groans lowly in satisfaction, before quickly coming to his senses. „we cant baby.. not here and not with you like this..“ he whispers, referring to your drunken state. you ignore him, smirking playfully as you find his sweet spot, just below his ear. his chest heaves up and down heavily, as your hand trails along his toned abdomen, towards his heat. „shit.. youre driving me insane y/n“ he breaths out, almost giving in when he takes you by surprise and picks you up, bridal style. he walks you both over the your pile of clothes in the sand as you whine out of disapointment.

just as you both were about to get dressed, you hear distant screaming coming from the bar. both your heads shoot up, witnessing bill and the rest of the band with total shock on their faces.

„WHAT THE FUCK-" gustav exclaims, his hand flying to his mouth. georg bursted out into laughter, and bill cant believe his eyes. „woahhh i don’t remember drinking that much.. is that tom and y/n butt naked over there?“ bill asks in confusion, rubbing his eyes.

„oh theyre real alright!“ georg blurts out between laughs, holding his cramping stomach.

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this wasnt proof read so i apologize if its shit, but i rlly liked the idea of this oneshot :) hope you all enjoyed!

[l-starlight-l]

The love of a hero

Wash & Dry

Master list

Part one

A/N: I’ve pre written all of these so they’re coming out back to back to back. I hope y’all like these better than the old one

Description: you finally get to move into your new apartment complex and decide to do a load of laundry after unpacking. While roaming around you run into your very handsome neighbor twice.

Warnings: none really

Paring: Jason Todd x Reader

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You had finished your first shift at Arkham Asylum around 6pm, which meant you had been there for twelve long hours. You wished you could just go to your new apartment and sleep forever but you couldn’t. You hailed a cab to take you to your new home. On the way there your sweet old landlady send you a warm welcome text telling you how to get into the building. You had never met Mrs Whelms but you knew she was going to be a kind landlady already. The city flew by as you watch out of the tinted window, it seemed gloomier than you remembered. It had been years since you’ve been to Gotham. Being raised in metropolis was very different from here, but you had friends who grew up in the city and they were happy people. You hadn’t seen these friends since you guys were young teenagers and of course they were all too busy to help you move in. So you were all on your own the first day in this big city.

When you finally reach your building it’s just as dreary as the city. You thanked the driver and made your way up to the top floor. All your stuff had been shipped before hand so it wouldn’t be such a hassle moving in. When you got to the top floor it was a slim hallway with five doors. Two on each wall and one at the end of the hallway. Your shoes creaked on the old wooden floor as you walked up to door 204. The key slipped into the lock and you began to turn. You got half way there but it wouldn’t budge. You rattled with it for a few minutes until a tall, dark haired man walked past you. He watched you struggle for a few moments and then walked over. “Do you need help?” He questioned.

Embarrassment filled your body when you jumped at the sound of his deep voice. Was this actually happening you thought, this has to be the worse first impression as a neighbor. “Oh, the lock isn’t working I think” you squeaked out. He smiles and walked over to you, taking the keys out of your hand. Carefully examining them for a moment and then walking over to the door to the right, sticking the keys in and unlocking it.

“Your apartment 206 not 204” he laughed and something clicked in your mind. His laugh sounded so familiar. But you didn’t dwell on this because you were so embarrassed, you thought about moving out right then. “Cranky, old, Mr. Scott lives in 204, you’re lucky he’s not home or you’d hear an earful about messing with his property” he added as You slowly walked over to him. You thanked him without looking him in the eyes. He laughed making the color in your face deepen, “you’re a funny girl” he said as he handed you the keys. “I live right across from you” he pointed to the door on the other side of the hallway, “Names Jason” he held out his hand waiting for you to shake it.

You shook his hand finally looking him in the eyes, you gave him your name and thanked him again. He took your breath away, he was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. “Honest mistake, I’m sure you’ve had a stressful day” he said like he knew what you had gone through today, he winked down at you before turning to go to his apartment, “I’ll probably see you around. It was a pleasure meeting you neighbor” he then disappeared into his home.

You were relatively settled in, most of the boxes that scattered the floor this morning were unpacked and put away. Some old clothes that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wash before you left were sitting in a bag by the door. The apartment was nice and very spacious but it lacked a washing machine. Lucky for you there was a laundry mat on the first floor. Wanting to be productive you grabbed the bag and headed down stairs.

It was a decently nice laundry mat, new machines plus it was all free. You started a load, set a timer and went back up stairs to finish unpacking. You didn’t own a lot of stuff since black-gate had assigned furnished housing. You wanted to stay in Gotham and in this nice apartment for a good amount of time. Your first day at Arkham had went good, well better than you thought it would. This was a new chapter in your life, a better one. No one knew you in this city, this was your fresh start.

Your timer went off after about thirty minutes. When you got back down stairs there was still a little time before you needed to switch loads so you waited. Pulling out a book and sitting on the machine trying to relax. The washer slowed to a stop, meaning it was finally time to switch. Quickly you swapped them and reset your timer. You were planning on going back up stairs and making something to eat when your handsome neighbor walked through the door with an empty laundry basket on his hip. You both looked caught by surprise but he looked happy about it while you were mortified.

“Well hey there neighbor” he greeted you with a smirk, “look at you already doing laundry”. He set down his laundry basket and started unloading a dryer full of his clothes.

“I like to be on-top of my chores” you admit carefully watching him and debating whether or not to sneak away. His pile of clothes grew as he piled them onto the counter. “You have quite a mountain of clothes there” you teased.

He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I put off laundry day, it’s not my favorite thing to do”. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the big pile of clothes.

You laughed softly, “do you need some help concurring this monster of a pile?” You asked and immediately regretted because it was the dorkiest thing you could have said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m sure you’re busy with unpacking and everything” he said shyly as he started to fold some of his clothes.

“Oh no I’m already unpacked” you said nonchalantly, he nods his head and moves over so there’s room next to him for you. You take that as a yes and start to help him. You enjoyed folding clothes so it was too much of a bother.

“So….” He said trying to break the awkward silence, “how are you liking Gotham?”.

You let out a breathy laugh, “it’s different then I remember but that’s not bad” you say with a forced smile

“You say that like you’re trying to convince yourself” he looks at you with a warm face, a comforting, kind face.

You let out a sigh and your whole body shifts, relaxes. “I don’t know” you start, “I like it here so far, and it’s only been one day, but it just feels so strange, so unfamiliar”. Tears prick your eyes as you take a deep breath.

He smiles down at you, his hands still. “I understand being in a new world can be difficult, if you ever need someone who knows their way around you can call me” he says handing you a paper he had just written his number on. You hesitated looking up into his bright eyes, taking the note and putting it into your pocket, you didn’t say anything but shook your head in gratitude. A timer when off and you started to unload the dryer full of your clothes. “I guess its my turn to help you” he laughs and starts to fold some of you clothes. Having someone in the city made you feel more comfortable, more safe. You had a good feeling about Gotham. Especially now that you were making friends.

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Tag list: @mxtokko @princessbl0ss0m @atadoddinnit

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Thirsty Or Parched {1}**

Title: Thirsty or Parched? {One-Shot/Script} {1}**

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Crude & Vulgar Language, Comedy, Fun & Games, NSFW toward the end, Flirtatious banter

Words: 4.9k

Summary: You and Lewis have been dating for a long time. What started as the buds of friendship blossomed to love and was now a full-fledged love tree. Both of you have never really hidden your relationship and have been very open with the public with showing how tight the bonds that bound are. This naturally has gotten everyone to love you together. Today someone had the bright idea to get you guys to do Thirsty Tweets. The twist, Lewis reads yours and you read his. What was to be a funny likkle skit, may possibly expose a lot more about your relationship than you’d intended.

Note: I had this idea and though it might not play out the way it did in my head, I decided to just run with it. Hope you guys enjoy this. Also, this is a little different format than usual. It’s in fic format but also written out like a script. Hope it’s not confusing. 😊

Note II: I am also going to be making this a miniseries with each addition being about a different celeb and their reader insert significant other.

Note III: Italicized text should be read like the actions said characters are doing, so like stage actions in a script.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate it.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Lewis climbed out of the custom black and metallic blended Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon then slipped his sunglasses on as the blinding afternoon sun attacked his retinas. When he turned he found you staring at him with a mischievous smile on your face.

“Why’re you looking at me like that, dove?”

You shrugged innocently then blew an obnoxious bubble with your bright pink gum, “Can’t a girl just admire how fine her man is? Is it a crime?”

He smirked trying to keep himself in check. He loved when you expressed how good you thought he looked and loved when you called him your man even more.

“You can admire all you want,” he began, holding open the sides of his jacket so you could get an even better look. “It’s all yours after all.”

You smiled wider then scooted to the edge of the seat he’d just vacated. Your mini-skirt was already short but now it was hiked up to show the upper part of your tempting inner thigh. Licking his lips slowly, he stepped closer.

“What if looking isn’t enough? What if I wanna--,” you began and out of nowhere he felt your legs wrap around his lower body to lock behind his thighs.

The action sent him flush against you where his once peacefully resting dick now stirred from the brush of contact with the most intimate part of you.

“Touch as well as look?”

The look in your eyes spelled mischief and though he knew it he fell right into your trap. Placing his hands on your biceps, he slid his hands up and over your shoulders until they met at your neck where he clasped. The look on your face went from mischievous to surprise then intense arousal. He watched you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and his dick lurched in his jeans.

“Mmm.”

Without warning he crashed his lips to yours and kissed you, so you knew just what you were in store for when we left this studio. You moaned, wrapped your arms around his neck then sank your nails into the back of his neck. His groan vibrated across your lips, and it was then you wrapped your tongue around his, shooting his arousal up into the upper stratosphere.

When you nibbled his bottom lip hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, he had to pull your seductive succubus ass off of him. He’d meant to move his hands lower to your biceps to pull you off, but he’d jumped the gun and pulled you back with his hands still wrapped around your neck.

“Fuck baby,” you mumbled.

Your pupils were fully blown as your arousal filled you and the hypnotizing look in your beautiful eyes nearly had him sending the order for the guards to guard the car so he could scratch both of your itches. Nearly. He knew that anything under several hours would not be enough for him to fully satiate either of you.

“Fuck baby is right,” he whispered before releasing your neck. “Now I have a situation.”

You glanced down between your bodies then snorted. When he felt your hand rub against him, he groaned.

“And that’s not helping.”

He stepped back breaking the death grip that your thighs had him in. You hooked your heels on the lining of the car keeping your thighs open so he could see just what was waiting for him.

“You are evil.”

You snorted again then blew another bubble. “I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.”

He shook his head, imaging all the ways he’d make you sorry later.

“Uh—Mr. Hamilton?”

You snapped your thighs shut the same time he turned to find a woman with red curly hair standing behind him holding a clipboard and wearing a headset.

“Yes.”

“Hi, I’m Mallory. I’m one of the set handles. Welcome.”

She held out her hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m such a huge fan. Wow,” she breathed out with a wide grin on her face and stars in her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Uh—is Y/N with you?”

You poked your head out from the side.

“Hi!”

Coming to stand beside him, you blew another bubble and held your hand out to Mallory who eagerly shook your hand with the same stars in her eyes.

“Wow. Oh my god you’re even prettier in person,” she said.

You smiled but used your hand to cover that beautiful smile he loved so much. It was an action you did when you were embarrassed which was whenever someone complimented you.

“You’re too sweet. Thank you.”

“Ehm, wow. You guys are gorgeous together. Anyway, follow me and we’ll go inside and get you set up.”

Mallory began walking ahead, but you turned back to the G-Wagon bent in to retrieve your purse showing him your lace purple Brazilian panty-clad ass. The same lace purple panties you’d teased him with not even an hour ago as you dressed in front of him. The same purple lace panties you’d refused to allow him to touch. For the love of God, his palms itched to touch so he moved closer, and as if you could read his naughty thoughts you spun around with a smirk.

“Ah, ah, ah. No touch.”

“You ever heard the saying don’t taunt a lion?”

You shook your head. “Why not?”

“Because when they pounce, you’re bound to get hurt,” he illuminated.

You smiled innocently then leaned close. “Mmmm, you know I love it when it hurts Papi.”

With a wink you walked around him leaving him standing there struggling to get a grip on his runaway thoughts, desires, and hard dick. You knew you had him locked in and down. It was almost funny. Almost.

Within 15 minutes after you walked inside the studio management explained what would happen, touched up your makeup, and had gotten you both to do a few random shots for the website as well as the thumbnail for the video. Now as you sat behind the white desk beside one another, he’d finally calmed himself and gotten control over his hormones.

It was insane how much he’d turned into a prepubescent boy since meeting you. It was normal for couples to have a honeymoon period where they were blissfully happy and unable to keep their hands off one another. That honeymoon period was around a year, but here the two of you were 7 and ½ months shy of 5 years and this honeymoon period still hadn’t faded. He was as obsessed with you now as he was then.

“All right you guys, ready?”

The voice of the set manager brought him back to realize he’d been staring at you like a creeper. You turned to him and smiled.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

A few of the set handles around squealed then made side comments to each other about how cute it was how he looked at you. Those comments only made you smile wider. Fuck, he thought. He was a goner.

“All right here we go. 4-3-2-1.”

The set manager pointed to signal go.

Lewis: Hello internet and the world. I’m Lewis Hamilton.

Y/N: Ah, hold on. Nope. We intro you right. This is Lewis Hamilton holder of 7 world championships, 103 wins, with 192 podiums, over 7 F1 and driving awards, and one of the most amazing human beings to ever walk this planet and my boo thang!

{He smiled widely while shaking his head at your antics. You’d always been one of his biggest and loudest cheerleaders and today you were proving not a damn thing had changed} {You turned to him smiling}

Y/N: Put some respect on your name babe.

{He nodded then shrugged}

Lewis: Thank you, Dove.

Y/N: And I’m just Y/N.

Lewis: Ha! This is Y/F/N & Y/L/N, ranked one of the top 5 models in the world, the 200 million grossing in one night of her opening debut owner of the lingerie line Insatiable, the designer behind Luxe Bijoux one of the hottest jewelry lines out now, NY Times Best Selling Author, an over 160 million following fashion and beauty guru right on the tube and my beautiful dove and love.

{Your hand was covering your mouth as you tried to hide your zeal and embarrassment. Whenever he gushed like this you always felt like the fairest in the land}

Y/N: Aww, baby. Stahp It!

{The two of you giggled like floors before you rubbed noses together making everyone behind the scenes “aww”}

Y/N: Oh my goodness. Anyway. Thank you. So we’re here to do the famous--.

Lewis: Reading thirsty tweets.

Y/N: Yep. Only with a bit of a twist. I’m going to read Lewis’.

Lewis: And I’m going to read Y/N’s.

{Lewis made a yikes face at the same time you did making everyone behind the scenes crack up}

Y/N: Are you ready babes? Ready for me to read these out loud?

{Chucking} Lewis: I mean, sure. I’m not quite sure about reading yours.

Set Manager: What do you think Y/N?

Y/N: Aww, I’m sure they’re not that bad. Now yours—oh boy! Good God I don’t think I’m going to get off quite so easy, but you know what I get it cause I’m thirsty all day for this man so why not others too.

{He chuckled again because he’d seen a few over the years and had some inkling of an idea of what you were in store for}

Y/N: All right, you wanna go first?

Lewis: Okay.

{He shuffled through the large notecards that were face down on the white table and decided on the third one} {Holding it up he looked at you}

Lewis: Ready?

{You nodded}

Lewis: My, my, my, my god, @Y/F/N-Y/L/N needs to just sit on my face like right now TBH. Right damn now.

{Your eyes bugged, lips pinched, and head turned from him trying to avoid his eyes} {Him on the other hand, he just stared at the camera with an unimpressed look on his face}

Lewis: What was that you said not even a minute ago? Not that bad?

{Shaking his head he shrugged}

Lewis: Okay, @LugoSluzzoUK thanks for that. But no can do she only sits on my face.

{You gasped loudly as your hand swung out to smack his chest}

Y/N: Lewis!

{He laughed, throwing his head back}

Y/N: Wow, not funny.

Set Manager: Woah. Uh—Y/N. You’re up.

{You reached to the bottom of the pile and took a notecard out holding it up like it was the game changer of the poker game}

Y/N: Okay. I would let @lewishamilton break my back like a glow stick until I was like a slinky.

{Your eyes were again wide while Lewis laughed}

Y/N: Oh that’s funny to you.

Lewis: Just picturing it.

Y/N: Right, a glow stick until they’re like a slinky. Woooow. You know what--@ I’m not even gonna put your @ out there, just know I see you and I understand because same! Absolutely the same!

{You raised your hand in the air as if praising the lord and everyone around laughed}

Y/N: These aren’t too bad. Let’s go!

{Lewis pulled another card}

Lewis: I am pretty sure that @Y/F/N-Y/L/N’s photo spread in that Sports Illustrated issue where she was covered in body paint as bathing suits made me a lesbian. Ever since I’ve only dated women while masturbating to her at night.

{You giggled while trying to stop but being completely unable to}

Lewis: @Prettypinkjelly, I get it. I remember that issue and honestly if I were a woman I probably would have been turned too.

{You giggled some more while shaking your head}

Lewis: These are—quite interesting.

Y/N: Not so bad right?

Lewis: So far, although I feel like we’re going to start going down into debauchery soon.

{You both laughed}

Y/N: Okay. This one says. If @lewishamilton had an evil doppelganger I would let the evil doppelganger take me from the mouth while Lewis took me from behind even if they didn’t shower until they made me a double stuffed twinkie with extra filling.

Lewis: Woooooow. That’s a lot to unpack there.

{You laughed uncontrollably}

Y/N: My goodness. You guys sure are creative. Evil doppelganger, double stuffed twinkie with extra filling.

{Your eyes were wide in shock as you stared at the camera}

Lewis: It’s the “even if they didn’t shower” for me.

Set Manager: That’s where you draw the line?

Lewis: It gets very hot in the F1 suit and in the car for hours. Things get quite sweaty.

{You nodded}

Y/N: Yeah but a little sweat won’t hurt nobody.

{You winked at the camera while he pulled another card}

Lewis: Okay. For my birthday this year I have one wish and it’s for @Y/F/N-Y/L/N to come to my apartment and make me a burger, could be frozen I’m not picky, in a pair of red patent leather chaps, the ones with the ass cheeks out. That’s all tooth fairy, easter bunny, Santa, Genie, my fairy godmother, aurora’s three fairy godmothers. Please!

{The silence in the studio stretched until both you and Lewis busted out laughing. For the next minute you laughed so hard you both began crying}

Y/N: Oh my god. Not the leather chaps.

Lewis: Wow. Thank you for the laugh. The ass cheeks out huh.

{He nods his head}

Lewis: @lowkeylokiinya thank you for this because I think this just became our next roleplay night.

Y/N: Lewis!

{You hid your face, but he could see the smirk on your lips}

Y/N: We can cut this out right?

{The studio again fell quiet before he laughed}

Lewis: Your go.

Y/N: My mother always told me that my body is a temple and I agree however I just want @lewishamilton to bust the walls of this temple down!

{Lewis was the first to laugh while your eyes again remained as big as saucers}

Y/N: Wow, wow, wow. Oh wow.

{You look at Lewis who is trying his best to stop laughing but he is miserably failing. The way he is struggling makes you laugh too. After a few moments you both get a grip and sit there in silence for a few seconds}

Y/N & Lewis: Wow.

Y/N: Okay um—I think this is one of my favorites. I applaud you @ you know who you are, still not gonna put you guys on blast.

{Lewis has his next one already in hand}

Lewis: Okay, this one says, I’m not even into feet I find them creepy, but I would suck each and every single one of @Y/F/N-Y/L/N toes and not miss a single crevice. They look like they taste good.

Y/N: Oh my goodness.

{You cover your face with your hands feeling a little embarrassed}

Lewis: I’m going to assume every crevice means in between your toes too. Hmm.

{You and Lewis look at each other speaking nonverbally. He smiles and nods}

Lewis: All right @nuthinbutacomedian thank you for that.

{Lewis’ jaw is clenched, and you notice and go to his ear and in a whisper ask if he’s all right. Lewis brushes it off and assures you that he is good and drives it home with a sweet kiss to your temple which makes those behind the camera and on set “aww” yet again}

Y/N: Anyway, this is says, @LewisHamilton looks like he has a really long dick.

{Your eyes bug and jaw drops while Lewis pinches his lips together while keeping his eyes frontward}

Y/N: Um—uh—well you know something--.

Lewis: Don’t you do it.

Y/N: Looks are not deceiving. We have all seen him in his race suit.

Lewis: Y/N!

{You pinch your lips then zip them while pretending to throw away the key}

Lewis: Christ, you’re going to get me in so much trouble.

{You lift your hands in the air as it to show you mean no harm and that you’re done but he doesn’t look like he believes you. You look to the camera, smile then wink}

Lewis: These are getting quite--explicit.

Set Manager: If you can believe there are much more explicit than this out there.

Y/N: I believe it. Thirst makes the world go round, plus look at this guy.

{You cup his jaw and squish his cheeks making his lips pout}

Y/N: I thirst over him every day.

{Lewis’ smile is small at first but then widens until he is full-on cheesing}

Lewis: Enough. All right, let’s see. @Y/F/N-Y/L/N I just want you to know that if you ever need to fill your prescription for vitamin D I got more than enough D to give.

{Without meaning to you bust out laughing. In a matter of seconds, you’re practically cackling}

Y/N: Oh my god. No way! Yo, that is creative is hell. I have to applaud that one.

{You begin clapping with a look of amazement. Lewis on the other hand does not look amused.}

Y/N: How the hell do you guys come up with these?

Lewis: I kind of want to know too.

Y.N: Right!

Lewis: However @MegsstallionBrotha she’s gonna pass.

Y/N: Am I? Why?

{Lewis looks at you, meeting the playful challenge in your eyes}

Lewis: Why? I think you’re getting all the vitamin D you can handle. No?

Y/N: Am I? I am quite low in the vitamin today thanks to someone.

{Lewis laughs and shakes his head}

Lewis: Oh ho-ho keep talking.

{You giggle as you sift through the remaining note cards searching for your next one to read}

Y/N: @LewisHamilton, if you see this just know I want to use your…cum as a…face mask.

{Your eyes are wide as you blink rapidly for a few moments}

Lewis: Wow.

Y/N: I have to read that again.

{You read it to yourself then bob your head from side to side}

Y/N: I think this could have been worse.

Lewis: Do you?

Y/N: Yes. Think about it. Cu—sperm is pretty much protein, which is similar to the whites of eggs. It’s like making an at-home mask with egg whites which is actually good for the skin and pores, it helps with collagen and firming.

{Everyone is shocked silent staring at you}

Y/N: Just a bit of science there. So if you’re out of egg whites use a little cum, same thing.

{Everyone laughs loudly at that}

Lewis: So you’ve walked around with my sperm on your face?

Y/N: I don’t know about walking, but have I gotten your sperm on my—

{Lewis clamps his hand over your mouth shutting you up}

Lewis: Keep talking. You’re getting so close.

{You laugh but he doesn’t lower his hand until you’ve simmered down}

Y/N: Em, @ person—no judgement.

Lewis: I would let @Y/F/N-Y/L/N dom and peg me if she wanted and say thank you master after she’d ruined all my holes.

{You smile at the camera while managing to not give any other reaction}

Lewis: Woah, that’s a lot of trust there.

Y/N: I think I’d make a wonderful dominatrix. Right? Imagine me all red sexy leather, super high stilettos, fresh pedicure, fishnet stockings, a sexy feather and leather whip, decked out in diamond jewelry and skimpy lingerie.

{Lewis clears his throat loudly and readjusts himself in his seat}

Y/N: You all right?

Lewis: Yep. Let’s move on.

{You smile to yourself knowing what happened, you unintentionally turned him on with the talk of your attire. You know he is more imagining him being the dom and you the sub. The control freak in him would have the hardest time letting you take control.}

Y/N: @ person thank you for this, and again, no judgement. Sounds like fun.

{There is laughter from those around the set}

Y/N: I would let @LewisHamilton rearrange my guts in alphabetical order and then out of alphabetical order any day of the week.

{Lewis snorts and drops his head back as he laughs}

Lewis: Like, what does that even mean?

Y/N: It means any time, any day, any way they’re DTF. You know what @ you, you're a clever soul. Amen!

{You hold your hand high and shake your head fully grasping the sentiment}

Set Manager: Same for you Y/N?

Y/N: Do you have to ask?

{You giggle and that giggle turns to a full-on laugh when you realize Lewis looks very unamused but in his eyes, you see how turned on you have him}

Set Manager: Looks like we’re down to the last one.

Lewis: Yep.

{He waves it in the air}

Lewis: I kind of feel like I need to prep myself. It would be safe to say this might be the thirstiest.

Y/N: I’m sure it can’t be that bad.

{Lewis breathes once more}

Lewis: @Y/F/N-Y/L/N the things I would do to you if I had the chance. Mainly I want to suck your soul from what I know is a gorgeous kat until you squirt all over me to baptize and save me like the Goddess you are.

{Lewis slow sighs out.}

Lewis: There’s a lot going on there. @yourloveisunholy that answers a lot, um—again she’ll pass.

Y/N: Um—I love your name by the way. I appreciate the compliment you are right it is a gorgeous—

Lewis: Keep talking.

{You laugh because at this point you are having the time of your life teasing him}

Lewis: You are so asking for it.

Y/N: He’s right I will have to pass. I need my soul.

Lewis: That’s it?

Y/N: Until the next time @LewisHamilton decides to suck—

{Again Lewis clamps his hand over your mouth making you laugh}

Lewis: Please just read your tweet.

Y/N: @LewisHamilton come and get this face sit zaddy, I know how to ride. Then dick me down so fucking hard that my ancestors get phantom pains. Oh my god!

{You jump to your feet and raise your hands in the air}

Y/N: Winner, Winner! Wow, wow, wow, wow! I am speechless. You know what I am here for this! Period! I feel you on that face sitting part because this man’s face is meant to be sat on.

Lewis: And we’re done here. Thank you Buzzfeed, this has been thirty tweets, couples edition. See ya!

{Your laughter had turned to a cackle at this point. You’d watched him slowly decline in his ability to keep himself restrained. You knew how on edge he was because of the tease in the car, and this was complete comedy for you.}

Everyone behind the scenes clapped then told you guys how great the episode will be online. Lewis was already standing ready to go. It wouldn’t be that easy for him though because everyone seemed to want pictures and an autograph and him being the gracious man he is, he signed an autograph for everyone while letting them get their pictures in.

After about 30 minutes or so, you said your goodbyes after the set manager informed you that the episode was going live in a few hours. You then made your way back to your car. Lewis opened your door then went around to climb in beside you. The whole time he didn’t speak. He didn’t speak when your driver put the car in drive. He didn’t speak the 30-minute drive to lunch. The only way you knew that he wasn’t upset was because you caught him staring at you several times and the way he was staring instantly told you he was far from upset and more on the horny side.

After lunch, you split up to tackle some work errands while making a promise to meet up at home. Lewis kept the kiss quick though you tried to delve your tongue into his mouth. Halfway to your meeting, you texted him.

MSG: You know, most would say you’ve been neglecting me since we left Buzzfeed. They would also say their feelings were hurt.

You expected him to take a while to answer but to your surprise, a response came in after about 2 minutes.

MSGMyHoneyDrop: To that, I would say you’re being dramatic.

MSG: Anyone ever tell you it’s not a good idea to tell a woman she is being dramatic?

MSGMyHoneyDrop: Yes, you. I’m just trying to make it through the day without anyone noticing how hard I am, and without letting blue balls set in.

You shouldn’t have laughed but you did.

MSG: How are you hard? Those tweets do it for you?

MSGMyHoneyDrop: Nope. You do it for me and you know that. Another thing you should know is your ass is mine when I get home. I don’t care what you have to do but you need to find that red leather outfit and you better have it on when I get home.

Excitement filled you quicker than shaken soda spouting through a bottle. You squealed with anticipation.

Much later that night after round 6, you and Lewis lay sweaty, panting, and sex drunk reading through the comments from the Buzzfeed video.

“Someone said I knew Lewis and Y/N were a pair of freaks in the sheets but damn they’re freaks in the streets too.”

You snorted then laughed, handing him a bottle of infused water. While taking a few sips you scrolled through the endless comments. It was clear the video was a hit. In not even 24 hours it had over 13 million views.

“Oh my god. This person said, you can see how much they love each other and how connected they are. #goals. Aww. That’s sweet.”

“Watching Y/N and Lewis read thirsty tweets while they’re being thirsty for one another is a whole mood.”

You rolled on top of him sitting right on top of his still hard member.

“Mmm.”

“Still hard?”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Lewis said trailing his hands along your red fishnet stocking clad thighs.

“You’re the one who wanted me to wear this. I think you did it to yourself.”

Lewis gripped your hips then moved you back just a little before he lifted you just enough so he could slide inside of you.

“Fuck!”

The friction gave way to slight soreness and reminded you that you’d been at this for hours and were already thoroughly fucked.

“Still so tight. I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

The fullness you felt made it impossible to remain still, so you slowly rocked back and forth on him until you were bucking against him riding him just the way he liked. Lewis’ moans turned to grunts and before you knew it he’d flipped you onto your stomach while keeping your ass in the air.

“Such a perfect ass!”

To emphasize, Lewis slapped you across it making you shout into the blankets underneath you. From his strokes, you could tell he was close but from the way he groaned you could also tell he didn’t like the fact that he was losing control this quickly. When he tried to move you to change your position, you refused then took control from him and backed yourself onto him slamming your ass into his pelvis.

“Aah, shit,” Lewis exclaimed.

Peeping over your shoulder you saw your sopping core held his attention while his hands were planted on his head. You began flicking your hips raising your backside up and down giving him a show that you knew would mesmerize him. It didn’t take long for him to grip your hips and plow into you with reckless abandon.

“Do you love me, Y/N?”

“I do.”

“Lemme hear.”

“Ah! Fuck Lewis. I love you!”

You bit the blankets, filling your mouth with the soft fluffy material, and let yourself moan as you wished. Lewis gripped the back of your neck and hoisted you up until your back was pressed to his chest and your moans filled the room.

“Mmm, look at me.”

Locking eyes with him, you tried not to roll them to the back of your head from the deepness of his strokes.

“I fucking love you too!”

Lewis kissed you sloppily then you felt him fill you for the 7th time that night. His arms wrapped around you as your bodies shook together riding your shared orgasm. When he collapsed on top of you he didn’t release you, he kept you cocooned in his arms and his cock nestled inside of you.

“We’re never going to be able to live down that fucking episode.”

You snorted then laughed loudly because he was right. You’d both let it slip to the world how utterly and completely horny and parched you were for each other while giving them a glimpse of just how freaky you might be. There was no way the internet would ever let you forget it.

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[lloydfrontera]

So in the webnovel, there’s a part in the Hell Knight arc where Lloyd mentions he dated a girl for a bit before they broke up due to his atrocious singing at karaoke. Imagine Lloyd and Javier are talking to each other some time, with Javier bring up all the confessions he received and Lloyd retorts that even if he doesn’t receive a confessions all the time at least he has some actual dating experience, unlike Javier. Javier remains doubtful until Lloyd coughs up some rough details about a few dates and then Javier switches to some jealousy.

it's so funny for javier to make fun of lloyd for being single when he's just as single it will never not be hilarious to me

and jealous javier!! oh god i bet he'd be quietly seething at the idea of lloyd going on dates with some girl he doesn't even know the name, while wondering on the side how on in the world he never heard one peep about it when the barony is so small and news travel so fast.

but also this just reminded me of that one post that said that javier probably has no idea how to flirt. he's never had to. he just stands there and is pretty and everyone around him falls in love. so that added with him never dating before is just,,, so fucking funny. hottest guy in the world and he has no game. zero concept of romance. he thinks chemistry is just locking eyes with someone across the room. he tries to give a compliment and is just like "you fight good". someone attempts to flirt with him and tells him he's very handsome and he just goes "i know" with a straight face.

and now knowing lloyd has dated before??? has gone on several dates???? has been in a relationship short lived as it was??? if this is in a established relationship llojavi scenario than i can totally see javier going into a mini-spiral of jealousy and insecurity because what if the dates with that girl were more romantic than the ones they have now? what if lloyd had more fun with her than with him?? what if javier isn't doing something expected in dating someone because he never had to learn??? what if-

javier is so prone to self-flagellation whenever he feels like he failed at something which is just. fertile ground for the most delicious mental issues honestly <3

also there is just never enough jealous javier content so this is right in my wheelhouse ajkshdka

[gojosrug]

A Short Cut to Your Heart !

- chap. 1: a haircut ?!

cont.

9 AM, 📍 dorms

danielle and hanni walks downstairs after fighting (aka. dani beating hanni up) for a straight minute, now getting along like each other's ride or die.

they split ways, hanni walks over to minji and haerin watching tv in the living room, and danielle walks toward a still-baking y/n.

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walking closer, dani slithers her hands on her girlfriend's waist, making y/n yelp a little out of surprise. "i thought we already had enough cupcakes to go by?" she says, gently putting her chin on y/n's left shoulder.

"oh! hey didnt notice you there" y/n takes off her oven mitts and squeezes the locked arms on her waist "yeah but i kinda did the maths wrong... i forgot to include keehoo and soul to the list and i thought it wouldn't hurt to make more cupcakes for the group...." y/n pats her head while tilting her head in jihye's direction, making an expression.

"you could easily be korea's best baker but you couldn't do some simple maths addition?? im concerned for your bakery bussiness." danielle said unamused. "riddle me this y/n, whats 1 + 1?"

y/n groans, annoyed by her girlfriend's question "of course i know the answer to that, silly."

"then what is the answer?" danielle hums playfully.

y/n pretends to think for a second before answering "probably 3?" she says sarcastically, while slightly shrugging her right shoulder. "i dunno."

"drop the act you dummy. i hate you" danielle says while breaking their intimate contact, pulling away from her and slapping y/n's arm (softly, of course)

y/n giggles and turns to face her "you wanna help me give out all the cupcakes when this bad boy finishes cooking?" y/n pats the stove mentioned.

"ahhh!! about that" dani jumps as the realization hits her. "i was going to tell you.... im going somewhere with hanni for a few hours"

y/n raises an eyebrow.

"no funny business, we're just doing something~ can i?" danielle pleads. her puppy eyes shining, staring into y/n's pair.

y/n has her eyebrows furrowed at this point. "what about the cupcakes?" the baker's expression saddened. dani cups her face upon noticing the sadness in her eyes, worry takes over her.

"baby.... i'm sorry i'll have to miss the giveaway session... but i'll still be there to eat your yummy cupcakes after i come home? i promise" she kisses y/n's face all over, each time and every time inbetween her words, hooded eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, and her temple. y/n didnt mean to go this far in her acting.... but now she just feels like melting in the arms of the girl who's standing infront of her right now.

y/n actually uses her brain this time. should she let her go? its probably something urgent. y/n pouts while swimming in her thoughts.

but after what feels like a bajilion years of thinking y/n finally nodded. "pinky promise?"

"pinky promise." they link pinky fingers, smiling.

"don't take too long, yeah? what if i accidentally eat all of our cupcake portions while you're away."

danielle rolls her eyes and tiptoes to kiss her girlfriend's cheek. "i won't let that happen. but if you do, i swear i'll put you in a no kisses for a week lockdown." she began walking backwards while sending y/n a final sweet wink.

a blush spread across y/n's face but she manages to brush it off...

roger that, back to baking! she thought.

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meanwhile... when danielle and y/n were talking

📍 living room

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hanni plops on the couch beside minji. it sounds like her and haerin were talking about whatever was going on with their current guests (yeonjun, the guy that was ontop of the kitchen counter before for some reason, and soobin)

"hey minji i have news" hanni half whispers in her ear.

minji spun her head so fast. "hm? what is it?" haerin was also listening, curious about the tea hanni has to offer.

"so about danielle...." she starts off "she ...." hanni looks around the room. "she's gonna surprise y/n by cutting her hair and coloring it!!" she finishes off, ending in an aggressive whisper tone.

minji's eyes widen "when?"

"like, right now. we're about to go after she says bye to y/n."

"can i come with? i was also planning to get bangs and maybe color my hair." haerin half thought to herself.

"you can go next time with hyein and eunchae. didnt they say they wanted to get a trim too? these two probably need to go quick cause y/n might notice their absence" minji said, linking arms with haerin. earning an understanding nod from the cat like girl.

—

they end up all huddled up on the couch with the amount of time dani took. both haerin and hanni has their heads on minji's shoulder, gossiping mindlessly.

that was until danielle bursts the door open.

*bang* "rise and shine!! i still need to find my keys. lets go."

she grabs hanni by the arm. "hi minji unnie and haerin!" and she drags hanni out of the room. "bye minji unnie and haerin!" *bang*

the duo sat there speechless. both sharing a knowing look. "well..."

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soul's little note: oops i lied i meant to say 10 45 pm kst 🤭 okay i lied again...i forgot to post... this is kinda ass sorry everyone ㅜㅜ i hope that was enuff fluff to end this year <3 happy newjeans, newyears everyone!!

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— dani wants to try a new hairdo and surprise her lover, y/n, who has no idea about danielle's intentions and is very busy cooking delicious food for the whole dormatory. who would've thought this day was about to be longer and fun than she expected?

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[authored-vanessa]

“We don’t have to do this…” she trailed off.

It wasn’t until hearing those words, that I realized I had been white knuckling the steering wheel since either the moment I’d put the car in park or afterwards.

“I need to be able to do this” I said more for myself than Emily. I knew the chances were slim that anything untoward would happen at the mall today. But, I also knew that to most people, I was a guy wearing a skirt and makeup and a t-shirt bra stuffed with tissues. To Emily though — I was just Jessie. Funny, smart, and a great kisser. Her words, not my own currently mortified ego.

“Jessie, nothing is going to happen.” Echoing my own thoughts was something Em managed to do since the moment I met her, but right now? It meant just a little bit more, like she was willing the universe to make that statement true. Letting out the biggest sigh, I pushed open the door, making sure to swing my legs together so as not to flash anyone. Em let out a tiny yay that helped me relax. We were two girls, queer girls admittedly with its own set of problems, going shopping at the mall on the weekend. Today couldn’t possibly be any more normal. Emily stood waiting looking towards the mall with her hand outstretched waiting for mine. Once we’d locked together, it was like I had donned armor, I was confident and safe finally.

We went from store to store, looking at and trying out clothing, makeup, shoes, clothing, and stopping for a bite at the food court too. We had a few stares, but only when we got too loud. We were walking out of JC Penny when I froze, Emily’s arm jerking from the abrupt resistance. There, across the walkway outside the Victoria’s Secret, was Jacob and Leiah! Jacob was looking too bored while Leiah examined a lacy pink thong. No one from school was supposed to be here! Emily followed my gaze and, facing me, blocked both of us from being easily recognizable.

“It’ll be ok, they’re just shopping, like we are.” I could barely process what she was saying, but it pulled me out of my freeze nonetheless. I caught sight of the two walking off and as nonchalantly as I could muster, pulled Emily the opposite direction. My heart threatened to make a scene by jumping straight clear of my throat. We were two towns over, why were they here? We needed to leave but they headed in the direction of where I parked the car, maybe we could —

Emily pulled me into a kiss. And I… and I… I…

“Whoa Leiah, look at those two chicks making out, pretty hot, right!” Jacob’s voice snapped me not just back to where I had been but through the roof of it. I felt too hot, too exposed, like a mouse being eyed by a cat with nowhere to run.

“Jacob” Leiah whined. “Don’t be so gross! C’mon we have better things t— wait, is that Emily Breacher and David Markos?”

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Emily had pulled from our kiss to urging me to just walk away and hopefully avoid confrontation.

“Oh shit that is D-dog” and I hated when he called me that! “The freak is wearing a skirt and makeup!”

At that, I bolted, sprinting past them, leaving Emily, Jacob, Leiah, and everything else behind. I ran and ran and ran, each new pair of eyes on me make it so much worse! I had to get away and fast. Before I knew it I was at my car, slamming the door. I hadn’t even noticed I was crying until I finished climbing into my little Camry. A new wave of guilt and pain blossomed in my chest, sobs causing me to shake. Freak flooded my mind, drowning out any other thoughts. I began to openly wail, sound making its way past the tightness in my throat, painful and raw.

I jumped, like actually jumped when Emily knocked on the passenger window. I unlocked the car and let her in and we sat there in silence for, who knows how long. When I finally managed to control myself enough to look at her, her reddened eyes and streaks on her face showed me she’d been crying too. I grabbed her hand, started the car, and drove off without any other words.

[bbrissonn]

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ

info: this was requested after bordy captioned one of his tiktok “behave” the one posted on 3-15.

summary: being at a party and teasing thomas with briss, so he takes you home to make you behave.

requested: yes | no

disclaimer: this contains smut, most of it is smut actually, read at your own risk. lowercase intended. not proofread.

warnings: smut, read at your own risk, spanking kink, daddy kink, praising kink, spitting kink, couple of swear words i think. that’s all i can think of

pairing: thomas bordeleau x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

important: this is all fictional, all made up from my mind.

taglist: @owenpowpow @mattyybenierss @ethancale @thombords @hugheshugs @hockey-lover-22 @nickblankenburgg

he watched from across the room as you threw your head back, laughing at a joke briss had just made. he knew he shouldn’t be jealous, afterall, his best friend was the one who introduced the two of you to each other. and the one who convinced him to make a move on you. but still, he couldn’t help that little feeling inside of him that wanted to push brendan away from and take you home. but he knew he couldn’t do that, he knew you wouldn’t let him do that.

he was pulled out of his trance by one of the guys, matty, waving his hand in front of his face. 

“bords? earth to bordy!” his roommate said with a laugh as thomas’ eyes finally moved away from you for the first time in almost 5 minutes. instead, they were looking at all of the guys next to him, who all had stupid smile on their faces. 

“huh? what?” 

“dude, you could at least not stare at them for 5 minutes.” nolan spoke from besides him with a laugh, making some of the other guys laugh as well. 

“i wasn’t–” 

“you 100% were, man. if looks could kill, briss would be buried 6 feet under ground right now.” one of them cut him off, making all of the small group laugh as you and brendan walked over to them. you were holding on to briss’ arm, since you had had a little too much to drink and couldn’t properly hold yourself up. 

“tommy! baby, i missed you!” you said in a loud voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso from the back. the boy smiled a bit as briss patted him on the back as a way to say ‘good luck’. he laughed a bit before moving you to his front. 

“weee!” you giggled as he brought you into his chest, the liquid in your cup almost spilling on the ground.

“i think you’ve had enough, y/n.” he said as he tried to grab the cup out of your hand, but you were quick to bring it closer to you. 

“no.” 

“yes.” 

“no.” 

“y/n, give it to me.” he said in a stern voice, all of the boys were watching your interactions, trying to hold back their laughs. 

“why’re you being a party pooper? you should be more like briss, at least he was letting me drink.” you pouted, giving him the cup. you crossed your arms over your chest, making bords’ eyebrows knit together in frustration. he knew you knew how much he hated being compared to his teammates, but in your defense, you were pretty drunk. he placed your cup on a table before grabbing your wrist and pulling towards one of the bathrooms. 

once you were both in the small room, he locked the door and pushed you up against it, his right hand wrapped around your neck. 

“you think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you? saying something like that in front of my friends?” 

“i was saying the truth.” you answered with sass, making him squeeze your neck just the way you liked it. 

“listen here, pretty girl, you better start behaving or else i’m taking you home and we’re gonna have a long night. and trust me, you’ll learn your lesson after.” he whispered in a harsh tone in your ear, making your eyes roll a bit. he knew the effect he had on you. 

“y–you can’t. i’m drunk.” 

“then it’ll be tomorrow night, but i swear to god y/n, you say one other thing like that and i’m taking your ass home.” he said before letting go of your neck and walking out of the room. you stared at yourself in the mirror, his words ringing in your ears. you knew at that moment you had one goal for tonight, well technically two. sober up, and make him take you home. 

when you walked out of the bathroom, you made a beeline for the kitchen, taking a water bottle out of the fridge. at the same moment, brendan walked it. he truly couldn’t had came at the better moment. 

“i need your help.” you said as you stood in front of him. his eyebrows rose, indicating that he was waiting for you to continue. 

“help me make thom jealous.” 

“what do i get in return?” he asked with a smirk, you had a feeling he’d want something in return.

“i’ll pay for your lunch everyday for a week.” 

“deal.” he didn’t think twice before accepting your offer, he held his hand out for you to shake. you had barely touched his hand that he grabbed your wrist and pulled you under his arm. 

“watcha drinking?” 

“water. trying to sober up so he can take me home.” 

“naughty naughty.” he said with a laugh as the two of you walked back into the living room, where the party was mainly at. the two of you stood near your boyfriend, but not too far at the same time. you knew he could see the two of you, and you loved it. bren wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure not to spill any of his drink, as yours wrapped around his neck, you could feel bordy’s eyes staring into the two of you as you started moving your hips. 

“what’s going on over here?” matty asked as he and truss approached the two of you, you looked over at them with a big smile on your face before taking a big sip of water. 

“trying to sober and making thom jealous.” you said, making the two boys shake their heads a bit while letting out a laugh. 

“trust me, y/n, i think he’s been jealous of briss for the past hour.” 

“why?” 

“‘cause you were hanging out with briss instead of him.” truss said in a duh tone, making you roll your eyes a bit. 

“well then he just had to stop being a loser and pay attention to me, this isn’t our first party.” you said and a couple of seconds later you felt a hand rest on your lower back. 

“hands off, brisson.” your boyfriend said from beside you, making you look at him. 

“go away.” 

“no.” 

“you have to go away, thomas, you’re messing up my plan!” you whined, making him smirk a bit, as brendan let go of your frame. 

“you have a shitty plan.” 

“you don’t even know what it is! see this is what i meant when i said you’re a party pooper.” you said with a pout. bords sent a look to the three other boys and the next second they were gone, making you pout even more. 

“we’re leaving.” thomas said as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the house. 

“what? no! we arrived like an hour and a half ago!” 

“i wasn’t asking if you wanted to leave or not, pretty girl.” he mumbled as the two of you walked out of the front door. 

“how sober are you?” he asked once the two of you got in the car and he had started driving. 

“more sober than drunk.” 

“good. now here’s what’s gonna happen, when we get home, you go straight to our room, i’m giving you 2 minutes, and i swear y/n if i see any piece of clothing on you, you’ll be in more trouble.” he said through gritted teeth as he gripped your thigh, making you gulp a bit. 

“yes, sir.” 

“good girl.” 

the rest of the car ride was silent, well besides the low music coming from the radio of the car. bordy’s hand rubbed up and down your thigh the whole way, sometimes going higher than he did before, or lower. once he pulled into the driveway, he stayed in his seat as you quickly got out of the car and ran into the house. quickly making your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, and quickly got ready for him. 

only when he walked into the room 2 minutes later, you were still wearing clothes, now were you wearing his favorite lingerie set? yes. did he care? no, you hadn’t followed his orders and that’s all he cared about. you were sitting at the edge of the bed as he slowly walked towards you, fire in his eyes. he grabbed the bottom of your chin and made you look up with him. 

“why aren’t you naked?” 

“i thought you’d like this…” you trailed off, trying to look down at your lap, only his grip on your chin tighten a bit. 

“i hope you know how much trouble you just put yourself in, princess.” he whispered as he leaned down so your lips were an inch away. he pretended to lean in to kiss you, only he pushed your shoulders down on the bed making you whine. 

“turn around, ass up.” he ordered, making the wetness in between your legs grow. you quickly listened to what he said as he took off his shirt and his belt. his knees slided in between yours as he harshly pushed his cock against your pussy, making you moan a bit, the fabric of his pants adding even more friction. 

his hands, which had previously grabbed your hips, moved over to your ass before hitting one of your cheeks, making you let out a moan again. one of his hands found your clit, rubbing it a bit making your hips jutter backwards, only for him to push you back down with his hips, multiple moans leaving your mouth. 

he reached over for his belt and slowly passed it over your ass. 

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” 

“yes, daddy.” 

“count.” he said before slapping your ass with his belt, making you let out a noise of pleasure. 

“one.” 

“two.” 

“three.” 

once you had reached 20, after starting over about 3 times, both of your cheeks were completely red, a stunning feeling coming along with it. he didn’t say a single word as he undid his pants and pulled him off, along with his boxers. your ass was still up as his fingers ran across your slit. 

“so fucking wet for me. who made you this wet?” 

“you did, daddy. you did!” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to slip his fingers inside you. he reached for the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a condom and putting it on before his hand was in front of your face. 

“spit.” you did as he said, spitting in the middle of his hand before it went back to your pussy, spreading your saliva all over your vagina. he then spat in his own hand before repeating his previous actions. 

“you gonna be a good girl for me and stay quiet?” he asked as he teased your slit with the tip of his dick, making you let out a small whine. 

“yes, i promise.” you said before he fully pushed himself into you harshly, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. his hands gripped your hips, the cold feeling of his rings sending shivers down your spin. he gave you a couple of seconds before he started moving in and out of you at a rough pace, making you bite your lips and grab onto the sheets. 

all that could be heard in the room was the sound of your skins clapping together over and over again, and thom’s heavy breathing. his head flew backwards as you clenched around him, making him let out a small moan. 

“hold it.” he said, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your high. 

“i–i can’t.” you struggled to get out as he started going harder, making your eyes roll backwards once again. 

“you can, and you fucking will.” he said back, pounding into you between each word. you bite your lips every time he’d hit your g-spot, trying not to let out a moan. 

“fuck.” he moaned as he felt himself grow closer to his own high. you knew he’d need a little extra push, you also knew how to give him that extra push, and that was by begging him to cum. 

“let me cum, please! daddy, i’ve been a good girl!” and that’s all it took for him to cum. his thrusts slowed down until he wasn’t moving anymore, making you whine. 

“don’t be a fucking brat.” he whsipered before fully pulling out of you, and throwing the condom into the trash. he got off the bed, and walked over to your bedside table, pulling a small object out of one of the drawers. you looked over at him and you almost came by the sight. 

the lights weren’t turned on, the moonlight peeking from the blinds being the only reason you were able to see his figure. his chest and back were all sweaty, the moonlight making them shine and define his muscles even more. he sent you a small smirk before walking back to where he was before. 

he grabbed you and flipped you over so you were laying on your back, his hands holding your legs open. he placed his knees next to both sides of your body, the tip of his dick slightly hitting your clit making you gasp. you closed your eyes, wanting for him to do something, only they flew open when he heard a vibrating noise. your eyes landed on the small vibrater he was holding, before looking over to his face, a grin plastered on it. 

“5 minutes. 5 minutes, and i’ll let you cum. but you make a single noise and the time starts over. understand?” 

“yes, daddy.” you said, he waited a couple of seconds before connecting the vibrator to your clit, making you bite your lips. 

during the next 7 minutes, thomas had restarted the time after 2 minutes since you moaned out his name, he’d whisper words of encouragement to help you get through the five minutes, and the next seconds he’d be dirty talking in your ear. you let out a sigh once he turned the small object off and threw it on the bed. 

“such a good girl for me. now cum for daddy.” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips before quickly rubbing your clit. he saw you were still trying to hold in your moans, making him smile. 

“don’t be shy, baby girl, be as loud as you want. you deserve it, you were so good for me, made me feel so good.” he praised, and that’s all it took for you to cum, letting out a loud moan of his name at the same time. the room was silent after that, well, besides your breathing. his hands rubbed up and down your thighs as he pressed little kisses all over your body. 

“come here, let me take care of you.” he said softly as he tried to lift you up from the mattress, before bringing you into the bathroom.

“i love you, tommy.” 

“and i love you, y/n/n.”

[erodasfishtacos]

Crackin’ the Code

prompt: Harry and YN tie the knot in a beautiful castle off the coat of Italy. Harry reflects back on his life before his love. YN has past insecurities creep on on her before the wedding. 

note: this is the necklace that YN receives as (one) her wedding gifts from H and she wears it during the ceremony.

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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The world expected an extravagant wedding with week-long festivities, celebrations in destinations only the richest could afford, and all the big names of the business world who ran in his circle.

The media outlets were just waiting, quite impatiently, for the day that the richest man in Europe settled down with a significant other. They would have news stories for decades when it came to the couple.

Of course, Harry Styles was going to marry a household name - the public thought. 

Whether it be an heiress, a model, maybe even an actress? The choices for the most eligible bachelor were limitless.

Any time he was at an event, usually a charity gala or black-tie dinner, paparazzi would take candid pictures of him with any female and then the following day publish an article about how they were a couple.

However, what the world didn’t know was that he’s been in a relationship for a year and a half, has already been engaged after the eight month mark, and moved into pretty soon after but that was hushed.

Nearly no one except a few key employees and family members knew about the couple. Everyone in his office building in the heart of London had to sign NDA’s at the beginning of their job - though almost all of them didn’t know she existed.

Harry did not put any limits on YN for the wedding planning. 

No price, no expectations, nothing. If she wanted ten-thousand people or zero people in attendance that was her call. If she wanted to drop ten million dollars on a wedding or a hundred that was fine too.

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding. 

Well he had but no in the terms most do. He didn’t sit and imagine the venue, the food menu, or the decorations. 

No, he didn’t care about any of that, he daydreamed about the fact that he and someone would commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

He was usually a very patient man, couldn’t have gotten where he was if he wasn’t. When it came to this, each day he wasn’t married to the love of his life felt like torture.

Since he proposed to her in his briefs in their bedroom, he had imagined her looking immaculate in whatever she chose to wear, exchanging vows of devotion, and then being tied together for life.

He never thought he would get here. He’d never felt a connection with someone like he had with the feisty waitress who bumped into him. Begin to believe that he was broken or lacking emotion because no matter how sweet the girl was he couldn’t see himself with the person.

Don’t get him wrong. 

He took many women out on dates that were downright awful. Asking him about money, suggesting he take them on expensive vacations or buy them a designer item, being too forward and palming his crotch in the middle of dinner.

One of the last dates he went on before he gave up was the one that made him stop looking all together, about six months before he ran in YN.

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It was an expensive restaurant in the heart of London. It had a waitlist for months but one call and they could magically make an available booth for the billionaire within the hour. 

The girl he was sitting across from was a so-to-speak blind date. 

A set up by one of his business partners who stated that they would be a good match. Harry had rolled his eyes at that but couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to say ‘no.’

Her name was Aria, she had a respectable job at a local law firm as an assistant to a very well-known lawyer in the area. 

She was beautiful in the way of looking just like an instagram model with long dark extensions, false eyelashes that made it hard to determine what color her eyes were, and an outfit that made Harry a bit embarrassed to be seen with her - short and low cut at a five-star restaurant.

“Yeah, I just got back from Mallorca with a group of friends,” She tells him, flipping through the photo album on her phone to show him pictures. 

When she ‘accidentally’ swipes (and slowly swipes) again so that Harry definitely gets a glimpse of a nude selfie.

Harry internally groans, couldn’t be less turned on by that, and doesn’t acknowledge it - much to Aria's disappointment. 

She was fishing for a compliment, maybe a request for him to take the phone and look closer at the picture like most men would.

Instead he sits back, takes a sip of his wine, and nods curtly, “It looks like you had a good time.”

She stumbles for a second, confused by his sudden standoffishness, and clicks her phone locked before putting it next to her on the table, “Did I offend you?”

He was already done with the date, with the dating scene, with fucking everything honestly. 

What a goddamn waste of a night.

Harry barks out a cruel laugh, “It takes a lot more to offend me than a picture of y’tits but it’s a bit offensive that y’think so little of yourself that you think that’s how y’going to impress me. Those tits didn’t impress me much, darling.”

Aria’s eyes narrow in blatant disbelief at how much of an asshole he was being. 

Granted, she did feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up in her stomach about thinking showing him that picture was a good idea but still, he didn’t need to react like that.

“It really makes sense why you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s because of what an asshole you are,” The girl sneers with venom as she tucks her phone into her clutch, swigging down the last drops of the expensive wine.

He shrugs like he’s unbothered, a nasty feeling quilling in the pit of his stomach as he keeps an outward expression of nonchalance and ease, it make the raven-haired woman even more furious as he replies cooly, “I’m not being an asshole, honesty hurts sometimes. Maybe if you think the way you attract someone is by nude pictures, you should try Tinder or Bumble.”

“I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have,” Aria tells him before pushing out her chair and leaving before the main course even arrives. 

Harry sits there for a moment, swallowing and pleading with himself to not let the nasty words set in because they felt too real and too personal - she had actually struck some type of chord within and it had his stomach churning.

When he pays the bill, apologizing profusely for leaving dinner before the entree arrives but with an excuse of a company emergency - it’s eerily quiet in his car as he drives home to his massive home with no one in it.

It doesn’t happen often. 

He should call his mum, Gemma, Dorothy even to talk it out but he feels so fucking alone because he can’t get it right. He can’t connect with anyone and it is starting to feel hopeless.

He is angry, so angry at himself, that he can’t shake the feeling of it and he feels like he’s losing control because he never fucking talks about his emotions.

A beautiful set of dishware was sitting out his dining room table, the housekeeper had carefully unwrapped them earlier in the day. 

They were imported from Beijing, decorated with real gold, and handcrafted. It had cost him nearly forty-thousand dollars for a set of fucking plates and bowls.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

It is repeatedly on a loop in his head, glares at the items on the dinner table like they’re mocking him, and he has no wits about himself before he’s taking one of the beautiful bowls and throwing it against the wall as hard as possible.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

By the time he’s done, his chest is heaving, and his face is red. 

When reality starts to set back in, every single item from the set is destroyed on the floor, the wall’s paint chipped from where he’d hurled them.

He was so fucked up.

-

Harry couldn’t help but relieve the feelings of that nasty flashback. He couldn’t believe that he had been at that point in his life - not when he had the most all-consuming, amazing in every single way woman laying next to him in his bed.

YN had shown Harry that he had never been broken, he had just been waiting. 

She was his soulmate and he had been waiting for her since forever. He truly believed that as he looked at the girl next to him with enough emotion his heart might burst.

She was just...everything.

YN was so fucking funny - the funniest person Harry had ever met. She was loving in a way that made you feel like you belonged. Compassionate in a way that makes you want to be more selfless yourself. Intelligent enough that it was breathtaking and unreal - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She was uncaring of who Harry was - in the most perfect way. 

Money wasn’t a personality trait that she defined him with. She loved him for who he was at the bare basics, stripped away from his public life.

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were. 

Bared face and more beautiful than the highest-paid models. 

Her body was her own, embracing every curve and inch of it without any shame. Let herself be authentic in front of Harry which made him feel like he had won a secret lottery.

Right now, she was fast asleep next to him in bed after stuffing herself full of oreos that she was dunking in milk. She ignored Harry’s looks of disgust at the soggy cookies and munched away happily which made him happy in turn.

She still had a dark crumb on the corner of her puffy lips, her mouth parted just the slightest amount, and her face smushed halfway into the pillow. 

The shirt she had on was so oversized she was swimming in it and a pair of soft pink cheeky underwear.

Currently, she was the farthest thing from graceful and Harry loved that so fucking much. 

As they lay mere days away from their wedding, remembering that nasty flashback, he can’t help but remember their first date and how he had known from them that he had finally found a spark, a connection to another human being.

--

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous. 

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that. 

It was an unsettling feeling that was currently pooling in the pit of his stomach as he changed his outfit for the third time before finally being somewhat satisfied with the suit he had picked out - tighter black jeans, black button-up, black blazer - couldn’t go wrong there. ***

YN had texted him asking what she should wear for their first date when Harry told her he was going to keep it simple and take her to a restaurant.

He had to dress nice, it was an expensive restaurant that he had not taken any other dates to before, it was right outside of London - going towards the countryside with a beautiful view of a meadow and stream.

When he had arrived in front of her apartment, well he had never been on this side of town, and it quite frankly looked like the roof of her building was about to collapse at any minute. It was rough to say the least.

Harry had picked out a car he thought would impress her. He remembered her saying the doors of his Lamborghini were stupid so he picked a car with normal doors this time. It was his new Audi Quattro that had cost him upwards of 170,000 pounds. ***

YN had popped out of the front door, her face didn’t read impressed when she saw the car like he had hoped. It was interesting before YN, he did not care whether or not his dates were impressed by him - now he craved it.

She looked extraordinary in a form fitting silky black dress that hugged every single curve of her body perfectly while accentuating them at the same time. Minimal makeup, loose waves, and simple high heels - it was like a dream that he was taking this girl out on a date. ***

When she slips into the passenger seat, the smell of her floral yet cinnamon perfume makes the car smell heavenly, she looks over at him and says, “You didn’t even come open the door for me. We’re off to a bad start, Harry.”

His heart sinks, fuck - he had been blindsided by her beauty that he wasn’t even being a proper gentleman, “M’so sorry, I wa-”

She chirps out a tender laugh, patting his arm, “You’re face, oh my god. I was just fucking with you.”

Harry’s frown turns into a pout, “S’not nice, pet.”

YN shrugs before a bit self-consciously adjusting the fabric around her midsection, “Erm, I hope this outfit is nice enough? It’s really the only semi-decent thing I own.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’look absolutely stunning. I can’t even believe y’real to be honest, so fuckin’ pretty.”

YN gives him a shy, unsure smile but he can tell she’s preening at the compliment internally (which she totally is).

The restaurant is one of the nicest in England, let alone London. 

There wasn’t even a menu, they just served eight courses over a few hours time by servers in suits with bowties on. 

YN had never felt more out of place.

As they sat down, Harry was proud that he was able to show off his abilities for a good date, YN was looking around nervously before looking up at the server and saying, “We didn’t get menus yet.”

The man gives her a humorous expression before telling her, “We don’t do menus here, miss. Your date is a regular, I am sure he can fill you in. However, we are starting off with a Cabernet from 2001 imported from Napa, California.”

As he pours the wine into their sparkling glasses, she asks unknowingly, “I don’t really like wine. Is there any way I could get a Coke?”

Harry frowns when the server laughs meanly at her, “Ma’am this isn’t McDonald’s. We do not carry soda. I can provide you with water, if you so wish.”

Harry can’t help but snap at the waiter, “Oi, she’s never been here before. Lay off with the attitude alright?”

“My apologies, Mr. Styles,” He murmurs obediently before finishing the pouring off the whine and retreating from the table.

YN is trying to hide how uncomfortable she is but it is still obvious with how she fidgets in her seat, doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands as she doesn’t even bother to reach towards the wine glass.

“This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Harry murmurs, embarrassment with his failure to impress her with an expensive car and dinner. 

It was falling flat and it was the only thing he knew how to do - flaunt his wealth, everyone else had always been impressed.

“No, it isn’t,” She agrees quietly, fingers folding the edges of the cloth napkin to keep her anxiousness directed somewhere, “I appreciate this, er, dinner. I thought we were going to go somewhere like Mary’s.”

Mary’s was a restaurant that was considered ‘nice’ to the commoners in the city. It was a bit more expensive than a pub and the attire was a bit fancier than if you were going out to a bar. 

For someone like Harry, that was not considered a fancy restaurant. 

However, YN was not him and this was not something that she had ever been accustomed to. He now definitely felt like an idiot.

It’s made even worse when a massive plate is put in front of each of them. 

The plate is huge but the dish is merely one scallop with a lemon sauce and sprinkle of parsley on top. YN can’t even try to hide her confusion at the food.

 “I’ve mucked this date up,” Harry sighs, nearly thirty minutes into the actual date. 

YN had taken a small bite of the scallop before setting down her fork and not touching it again - it tasted like dirty feet. Did rich people like that taste?

She decides not to answer directly, “I already know you have money. It doesn’t ‘wow’ me. I was hoping for a fun date, this is….nice but quite truthfully, not for me. I prefer a pub or bowling - this feels more like a business meeting.”

Harry usually doesn’t have dates that are this honest with him. 

He feels embarrassed but he really did appreciate her honesty. He should have known to do something different than this but he was comfortable with his normal pattern.

“Can we get out of here?” YN asks, placing the napkin back on the table and gathering up her small purse to swing over her shoulder.

He feels defeated as he nods, paying for the meal in full as he accepts that he’s fucked up the date beyond repair by being an arrogant, ignorant asshole who doesn’t truly know how to talk to a girl he likes.

It’s quiet as he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he startles a bit when YN points to a glowing sign of a golden arch and demands, “Go there.”

With a bit of confusion, Harry pulls into the McDonald’s parking lot and then to the drive-thru as she motions for him to do so. 

God, he hasn’t been to a fast food joint in years now if he was being honest.

When they pull up to the screen, YN leans across and shoots out their food order with ease before sitting back with a smug smile, “We’re going to have a date my way.”

Harry sighs with relief when he realizes the date isn’t over - but really just beginning. They sit and chat in the parking lot. He is thoroughly impressed when YN manages a box of nuggets, a fry, and a milkshake without shame.

Not like she should be shameful - just usually on dates women were hesitant to actually eat and instead picked carefully at their food instead. Their conversation in the car is bright, at some points deep and meaningful, but refreshing. It made him feel young again.

After they finished eating, she’s ordering him to drive a bit further out into the country where he can’t help but make the joke, “Are y’taking me somewhere to kill me?” YN smiles happily with a wide grin, “You’ll just have to wait to see.”

It ends up being a lake. A beautiful body of water that was surrounded by trees that were being reflected into the ripples with the light of the moon. The only sounds were of crickets chirping and the light lapping of the water against the small shore. ***

“I used to come here a lot in the summer in high school,” YN murmurs as Harry takes in the scenery of everything. It had been so long since he had appreciated nature - not the bright clear waters in the tropics but something like this.

“S’beautiful,” Harry replies, can’t help but observe this girl he’s infatuated beauty in the moonlight. 

Her skin looks like it’s glowing, the moon sparkling off the twinkle of her iries, and she just looked...ethereal. Like she belonged in the beauty of the wilderness.

He couldn’t believe his eyes - had to blink harshly a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it when she pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmy the garment down her body until she’s left in a delicate lace bra and cheeky pair of underwear.

Harry, always the gentleman, keeps his eyes (with effort) on her face. Unsure of what is going on in her mind before she turns around with a little run and dives headfirst into the deep waters before popping back up and giggling, “Jump in!”

She’s just so...carefree, adventurous. Harry hadn’t felt free in fucking years.

It has him shucking out of all of his clothing, just down to his tight black briefs before he’s diving in, right next to her, and feeling around. He wraps his hand around her ankle to teasingly tug her under with him before they both surface.

As they wad in the water, YN swims over to him, and wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Her soaking wet hair was dripping and he was breathing heavy, feeling his ribcage expand against her soft tummy.

She murmurs quietly over the light lapping over the water, “You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Harry swallows, feeling like a schoolboy again, “I...I didn’t want to without permission.”

“I want you to look at me,” YN replies, letting her nose nudge his and her eyes searching into his nervous ones. 

He nods, closing his eyes when he feels her lips brush his, letting his large palms grip at her sides and pull her closer to his chest. Their lips not breaking when his hands begin to explore the intricate, plush curves of her body.

They don’t do anything else, don’t go any further but he groaning when she traces her fingertips down his muscular, defined abs and thumb rubbing over the trail of light hair leading into his briefs.

After a swim, filled with splashing and dunking, they retired to lay in the grass. Both of their backs, looking up at the clear night sky, moon full and stars glittering against the stark darkness that surrounds it.

YN wriggle until she’s tucked into his side, hand running up and down his chest, as she says, “I’m sorry your date didn’t go as planned. I ruined it.”

“Y’didn’t ruin anything. I...I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” Harry admits as he gives off an embarrassed laugh, “I..I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”

“Scared? Of what?” YN asks, lips pressing against a tattoo on his bare shoulder.

“Because I already am falling for you,” Harry utters, heart racing and his eyes glued upwards and pointedly not wanting to see her interaction.

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

“Yeah, I would say. I’m falling too,” YN whispers before leaning up to connect their lips once more as the moon rises further in the sky and the crickets sing a little louder. They lay like that for a very long time.

Harry went home that night for the first time not feeling the empty weight of his loneliness, instead he feel asleep imagining the beautiful, spontaneous girl next to him in his bed.

--

It wasn’t going to be the wedding everyone expected for The Harry Styles. **

There was not many invites set out for this event. It wasn’t the wedding of the century or the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Harry would have let his wife-to-be have this day however she wanted without complaint but could say he was very happy that it was going to a be a low-key event. It was going to be some of YN’s family, though she didn’t have much, and Harry’s extended family. No one from work or business. Just family.

They had just gotten finished with the rehearsal dinner, the couple being ordered to separate rooms for the final night before they were married. It was tradition. 

Harry had walked YN to her hotel room, they were staying at the venue, and pressed her up against the door. His hand coming to weave into her meticulously curled hair and cupping the back of her head, bring her mouth to his.

He wastes no time in letting his tongue find hers, hips coming to press her further back against the aged wood, and his teeth nipping roughly at her plump bottom lip, “Baby, y’gonna be m’wife tomorrow.”

YN’s eyes twinkle up at him like they did during their first date, “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His fiance laughs kindly as he gets a bit watery eyed, her thumb coming to swipe under his eye, she jokes, “Are you regretting proposing now?”

“Just never knew I could be this happy,” He murmurs against her lips, can’t help but reach around to grip a generous amount of her backside and pulling her flush against him where he’s hardening quickly.

“Mm, down boy. You don’t get the goods until tomorrow,” YN scolds, hand wrapping around his wrist and squeaking when he squeezes harder to get the point across - how much he wants her, all the fucking time.

“Want it now, pet,” Harry whines lowly, grinding his hips forward into her, “Give it t’me, y’mouth, y’cun-”

“Alright lovebirds! Separate now!” Gemma barks to interrupt with the laughter of their childhood friend Chloe.

They pull Harry by the back of the shirt and push him forward towards his room, Gemma smiles back at YN, “Make him put a ring on it before you give it to him!”

“Gem!” Harry scolds with a whine, giving his fiance puppy dog eyes and a pouted bottom lip, “Baby, don’t let them take me!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you!” YN shouts back, waving and smiling to herself as she opens up the door to her room and then locking it after she steps in. It feels weird being in a hotel room without him but she was a bit sweaty and her nerves were wiry so she decided a nice bath would be a good idea.

-

It’s past two in the morning and she was no less ready to find sleep. The worries of whether everything will be set up properly, if she’ll stutter during her vows, there were just so many things that could go wrong.

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment. 

She was marrying her husband at an amazing castle on the coast of italy with family to surround them in love. She had the perfect dress, the perfect flowers, the perfect partner. ***

She had never had it easy. Never thought she would deserve something like this. Harry had made her feel worthy of all this, they deserved to have a happy ever after. 

When it hits three in the morning, she can’t stand the quiet of the italian countryside anymore, and is swinging her legs over the bed. She pockets the keycard Harry gave her earlier in the day in her cotton shorts before sneaking out of her room.

After she taps the card to the sensor, the large oak doorknob clicks, she slips in and closes the door as silently as possible. YN steps in to the room, Harry's asleep in his bed on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow.

Harry’s facial expression and body language while he was awake was so severe, serious, intimidating. In sleep, his face was lax and his limbs loose. He looked more boyish when he was dreaming.

YN’s heart aches at how much she loves him, pulling the covers up, and crawling under them until she’s jostling him unintentionally, waking him from his light sleep with a mumble, “Baby, y’okay? Wha’s wrong? Y’alright?”

She giggles at his dazy panic, “I just missed you.”

“Mmm,” Harry agrees, pulling her all the way down and rolling on top of her, “Missed y’more.”

“You’re like a toaster!” YN squeals as he’s encompasses her, laying on her with his weight. His lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking. He was barely awake and he still couldn’t stop himself from her finding comfort in her body.

“I’m warmin’ y’up,” Harry growls against her neck before giving her a lick which has her giggling even more and pushing him off until he falls on his back and she’s swing her legs over his waist, straddling him.

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

YN shrugs, humming while he palms at her belly, and she (much to his disappointment) ignores where he’s hard and waiting for her.

“I want t’sleep with you,” She pleas sheepishly, leaning all the way over to connect their lips in a quickie peck before she’s moving off of him and into his side.

“Never say no to you, y’know that, dovie,” Harry replies as if it’s obvious (it is).

“We’re getting married tomorrow,” YN whispers into the dark, like it’s a secret just between the two.

Harry nuzzles his nose against her temple, “Never wanted anythin’ more than I want you.”

YN can’t help but sniffle softly, overwhelmed with emotion and love, “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You saved me. You saved me from myself, from where I was going. You gave me hope, feeling again. Y’are m’heart, it fuckin’ beats for you.”

It may not be tradition but YN wouldn’t of had it any other way, sleeping in a magnificent castle on the ethereal coast of Italy in a classic hotel room, and the excitement of their wedding rumbling in both of their stomachs.

--

“You sneaky bastards!” Bethany screeches, door flinging open with Gemma in tow as they intrude into Harry’s room - finding the couple curled up under the covers with Harry spooning YN with his face tucked into her hair.

“Fuck off,” Harry groans, pulling his fiance closer into his chest as she wriggles awake and whimpers lowly, “Mornin’ lovie.”

“Out out!” Gemma shoos, pulling the covers off of them and the sisters showing no mercy while they yank YN out of the bed and titter about how she needs to start getting ready, no time for cuddles, breaking traditions.

“Bring her back!” He whines childishly, hurling a pillow at his sister’s retreating back as they guide YN back to her own room.

“You’ll see her in a few hours!” Gemma shouts back before slamming the hotel room door and leaving Harry to doze off for just a few more minutes.

-

Hair and makeup went fast. 

It was getting closer and closer to actually walking down the aisle towards her soon-to-be life partner and she’s never felt more nervous.

Rosemary and Bethany were all rushing around - attempting to get ready in the midst of getting the bride ready.

YN didn’t want to look like a doll or have any intense makeup. It was a soft champagne smokey eye with dewy skin and a glowing highlight. A nice lip with a bit of glittering gloss.

Her hair was in big, loose curls that cascaded down her back with the front pulled off of her face. A real white flower holding it back.

Then it was the dress. She was anxious about whether Harry would like it or not. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to wear - a massive ball gown, a form-fitting mermaid, or something less over-the-top?

It was a show-stopper that had her memorized when she had first seen it - could automatically imagined herself getting married in Italy with this on her body.

It was also one of the only times she didn’t even care about the price tag - she knew this was it. Yes, it was absurd to spend fifty thousand pounds on a dress but it was the one time she took advantage of Harry’s wealth.

It was flowy, reminding her of the soft waves that lapped at the coast of the italian beaches. It was sophisticated, classy with a sharp starch white that billowed into a dreamlike beauty.

What had made her fall in love was the sheer, detailed sleeves that gave the dress more of a vintage, glamour appearance than the modern tight-fit, overly sexy gowns that most brides wore nowawadays. ***

The train was long and sleek. It would trail beautifully down the aisle before being bustled for the reception. It made her feel confident in a way that an item of clothing next had made her feel before.

“Your tits look amazing,” Bethany compliments before giggling when their grandmum pinches her arm for her crude language.

YN couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She felt like her voice was stuck in her throat and it wasn’t moving. 

It started to feel real.

The fact that Harry had proposed, had planned a wedding with her, that he was agreeing to marrying her today.

It was starting to scare her - no, not cold feet but anxiety that he would realize that he could do better than the lowly waitress.

Now, on a normal day, she wouldn’t be having these irrational thoughts. Today was different and it felt too good to be true.

Rosemary and Bethany sense the tension in the room, rub her shoulders, and respect her wishes when she asked for a moment alone.

YN debates picking up her phone, knowing he was busy with his bigger side of the family in the groom’s suite.

She finds herself picking up her mobile, dialing his number, and waiting with bated breath for his syrupy, warm voice to pour through the speaker.

“Everythin’ okay?” He answers, she can hear Anne and Gemma tittering about in the background, yelling at him to get a move on.

“I’m scared,” YN whispers, she holds back her tears because the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her meticulous makeup.

“Leavin’ me at the altar?” Harry jokes lowly, stepping away from prying ears.

YN giggles at his teasing tone, “Never. I…I feel like this is all too good to be true. Like it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

Harry huffs, “Sweetheart. Y’my soulmate, if y’wake up - I’m right there with you, okay? God, if anyone is dreamin’ it’s me. I get t’marry the most beautiful, intelligent -“

Gemma’s voice interrupts him, “You already seduced her into marrying you! We don’t have time for this sweet talk!”

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

Rosemary was going to be the one walking her down the aisle to her new husband. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else do it as she was the one who raised her into the strong, independent woman she was today.

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding. 

What would be more perfect than a cool evening in Italy? It was what she had dreamed about since she was little without the idea that it would ever happen.

The weather was absolutely perfect. There was a slight warm breeze that would keep the guests from being overheated, the sun was peeking in and out of vibrant white clouds that complimented the blue sky.

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing. 

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about. 

The old material had lovingly grown luscious ivy that kissed the walls in a swirling, natural design. 

YN would never forget how beautiful that ivy had looked on her wedding day, encompassing the magnificent that was her soon-to-be husband.***

The venue was open, airy but still gave off an intimacy. There weren't many rows of chairs because not many were invited to share in such an ethereal experience where soulmates have found each other and were announcing their commitment to the world.

“Are you ready, my daughter?” Her grandmother had asked quietly as they lined up behind the expansive, old brick wall that hides them from the rest of the ceremony and crowd. She could hear the whispering as people took their seats.

YN nods, her vocal cords refusing to cooperate as she imagines Harry just as nervous on the opposite side with his family. 

When the twinkling, traditional music begins from the small orchestra off to the side - the realization hits her - it is actually happening, right now.

Bethany puts her bouquet in front of her, giving one last meaningful smile at her sister before she takes her cue to turn the corner and begins her walk down the aisle. 

It meant Harry was up there, watching as she was about to appear.

Then the orchestra’s melody became louder, more grand in the signaling for the guests to stand and turned toward the back of the room - awaiting the bride’s entrance to the ceremony. 

Rosemary takes the initiative to hook their arms and guide her past the wall.

YN clutches onto her own flowers as if it’s her lifeline. ***

Every fear, insecurity, moment of self-doubt dissipates when her eyes connect to Harry’s. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t enough. It was a deep, unbreakable stare as Harry’s mouth parts in a gasp of awe.

He was in a suit that was undeniably him. It displayed how fucking regal he was, how it looked like he was handcrafted into the italian design, how it fit him just perfectly.

It wasn’t a normal tuxedo. It was a perfectly tailored, custom (of course) Gucci suit that excentuate his broad shoulders and the nip of his narrow hips *** ***. 

YN can’t even hear the noise of the guests - whispering about how beautiful she looks.

All she can see is her future husband, who swallows harshly as an unexpected sob wracks through his chest at the sight of his bride.

The guests can’t help but look with wide eyes as the man they know - who they’ve barely ever seen smile, let alone cry, cannot control his emotions.

Gemma, who was his ‘best man’ which they deemed ‘best woman’, rubs his back soothingly with a watery smile herself at seeing her brother so estastatic as he looks at the woman of his dreams.

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

YN is holding back her own tears as she reaches the end of the aisle.

In tradition as old as time, Harry steps forward and Rosemary passes her hand over to him in a signal that she trusts him to take care of the girl she’s spent meticulous time raising and cultivating into the person she is today.

“I trust you to take care of my girl, she is now yours,” Rosemary tells Harry, her tone is calm and full of emotion as she allows Harry to lean over to kiss her cheek softly.

Harry nods, his usually stable voice shaky as he replies, “I promise, I’ll take care of her until the day I die.”

Rosemary nods before patting his cheek and finding her seat in the audience.

When they are finally standing face-to-face, YN reaches over to thumb off a stray tear that was sliding down his cheek before he turns his head to kiss her thumb then kissing her palm. 

Harry didn’t even acknowledge that there was anyone else watching - it was just him and her.

“Y’look breathtaking, can’t believe y’mine,” Harry murmurs trembling, his chest moving faster than usual and it felt like it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath as he looked at the woman in front of him.

When it comes to the vows, Bethany hands over her small piece of paper that she had scribbled onto and scratched out multiple times - never quite able to get the wording just right and she says just that.

“I couldn’t find the right words to explain my love for you,” She starts, voice raspy as she looks up to see Harry watching her raptly, eyes intense and only focused on her.

“And maybe there aren’t even words to explain it because nothing felt like enough. It is how I feel a lot of the time with you. I’ll never have enough of you because you’re all-consuming to me. I have never felt happiness like I have with you.”

YN is trying to stifle her tears as she continues, Harry reaches out to rub her arm in reassurance then he lightly brushes over the new necklace he had gifted her, “You’re by far the most complex, closed-off person I have ever met. I feel like you’ve allowed me to crack the code and once I did, I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve cracked my own code, you see.”

“The code to explaining my feelings for you will come with my dedication, love, loyalty to be your wife for the rest of our lives.”

Harry can’t help what he does next despite it not falling in line at the ceremony.

His hands come up to cup her jaw and he sears his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and emotion he cannot seem to keep in any longer. It’s too much, has to show her in that moment how much he loves her.

A few of his uncles whistle from the crowd as their wives smack their chests in warning.

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off. 

The look in his eyes is one she knows extremely well - it sends shivers down her spine and makes her hair stand on end -, the stare down of lust and want.

“Mr. Styles,” The officiant redirects, nodding towards the piece of paper he has in his hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry mumbles, unraveling the wrinkled notecard he had tucked in his inner suit pocket.

“I knew I was in love with you the moment you spilled that drink on me and undressed me in that dodgy employee bathroom,” Harry says with full sincerity, smirking at YN’s blush when he brings up the way they met.

“I tried to talk myself out of it. It was impossible to fall in love in mere minutes of meeting someone but it was the truth. I knew after our first date that I wanted y’to be m’wife. I knew after the second that I wanted y’to be the mother of my babies one day. And by the third date, I was planning on buying you a ring.”

“It sounds insane because it is. I’ve never been an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, hopeful person before you. You made me throw all that out of the window, you make me feel alive, and when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me, m’love.”

“There is a lot of uncertainty in this world but I can tell you one thing that is absolutely fuckin’ certain -”

“Harry,” YN hisses with an eye-roll at his crude language.

“The one thing that is absolutely certain in this world is that I will always love you, always take care of you, and always do everythin’ in m’power to make you happy.”

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless. 

They’d never heard such passionate, meaningful vows from a couple. 

This was not what they were expecting of Harry who had never once put his heart on his sleeve and right now he’d laid it all out on the table.

--

“YN LN, do you agree to take Harry Edward Styles as your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant asks, voice ringing against the walls of the castle.

YN has to take a big breath before she replies in a strong, firm voice as her eyes bore into Harry’s, “I do.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do you agree to take YN MN LN as your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant repeats.

Harry, in ever typical fashion, in his loud, booming voice replies, “Of course I fuckin’ do.”

The guests in the audience laugh lightly as the officiant states, “I now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may now kiss your bride.”

It doesn’t take more than a second for Harry to step forward, grip her face and pull her in for a kiss, it doesn’t matter that their family is there to him as he licks into her mouth which is bordering on obscene before YN brings it back to a softer, more appropriate one.

He whispers against his lips, barely audible, “Can’t believe y’my fucking wife, m’fucking heart.”

--

As people are moving towards the reception area, Harry manages to find a secluded area of the outside gardens where there is no one in sight.

“Baby, baby, y’married me,” Harry is nearly chanting, like he’s in disbelief, at the same time he’s cornering his new bride up against the brick wall with his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses down her shoulder.

“Mmm, it was everything I ever imagined, it was so beautiful. Everything I had imagined for our day,” YN replies blissfully, hands running carefully through his meticulously styled hair.

When he bends down and lifts up the bottom of her dress, she giggles when he ducks his head underneath all the tulle and fabric, finding a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that are supposed to be saved for later.

“Harry,” YN scolds half-heartedly, it would only take one person to find them in this undeniable inappropriate situation but she willingly let him push her further against the brick and take one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Baby, these fuckin’ panties,” He groans, muffled by the barrier of the heavy fabric, and she hisses when pulls them down to the thick of her thighs and his mouths finds her center within moments.

“Fu-fuck,” She hisses, trying to keep her moans down as he wastes no time in pushing in two thick fingers to curve towards her front as his tongue laps quickly and sloppily on her clit until it feels like she’s about to explode.

“S’right, fuckin’ m’cunt. I have it f’the rest of my life, found the best one,” Harry mutters against her wet skin, almost to himself like he can’t even believe the words, before he’s back to speeding up his fingers to match the rhythm of his mouth until she’s quivering for a whole other reason now.

It takes a few minutes for Harry to calm himself down enough to be able to go into the reception, he tells YN that he can’t even look at her right now because if he does he’ll be perpetually hard throughout the whole thing.

--

The reception is more of a dinner than a party. 

Fairy lights strung above the two long tables where decadent, mouth-watering food was served with the orchestra playing light, melodic music in the background. ***

It was perfect. 

Their family drank, laughed, ate, and were merry. 

Everyone was basking in each other’s company, congratulating the new couple, and enjoying all the beauty that was surrounding them at the castle. 

There is not much more to say than that. 

--

The honeymoon suite was located on one of the highest floors of the castle, away from all of the other wedding guests and staff.

YN was sure it was beautiful but from the moment she was carried over the threshold, she didn’t see anything but her new husband - he was blinding in his beauty. His skin was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat from the reception, and the still warm bite in the breeze. ***

“Sweetheart, baby. Please let m’undress you, y’my wife,” Harry pleas softly, his hands are everywhere - her face, her shoulders, hips - continuously wandering as if it’s impossible to find one place to settle.

“Please, c’mon. I need you, H,” She agrees, letting him take down the zipper on the side of her gown.

The expensive garment discarded on the floor in a pool of fabric as he fully takes in her lingerie set. ***

“Fuck me, darlin’,” Harry chuckles in amazement, fingertips tracing over the delicate lace that was stitched by Alessandro Michele himself for the bride, "Y’body is a god damn dream, look at you. - fuck.”

“Please,” His wife whimpers, voice desperate as his light and careful touches are no longer enough. 

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers, moving her back until he can have her right where he wants her, on her back in the middle of the massive, blanket-ridden bed - her white lingerie standing out against the dark duvet.

Harry had always imagined this night. 

To have someone laid out underneath him. 

No rush, no urgency but to truly, physically show that person through touch that you love them.

He starts near her collarbone, feathery heated kisses that warm her skin as she welcomes him with heavy weight on top of her so eager he wasn’t even undressed yet.

When his mouth finds her nipples through the sheer fabric, she pushes her chest up in encouragement as he bites at the nubs with sharp but careful teeth that wet the fabric.

“It feels so good, baby,” YN mewls, letting him nip and suck for a moment before pushing him up until he’s rid of every inch of fabric that had been covering his body.

“M’always gonna make y’feel good. I’ll fuck you wherever, wehenver cause you’re m’wife,” Harry grunts, impatiently reaching behind to unclasp the corset until her breasts spill free and jiggle in a way that makes his mouth water.

“Wait, wait,” YN puts a hand to his cheek when he already has his mouth darting out to lap at her hardened nipple.

“Don’t make me wait, m’heart,” Harry grumbles with a furrowed brow, his hand still unable to stop from reaching up to palm at her full breasts, thumbs rolling the nipples as he stares fiercely up at her.

“You know how you got me a present?” YN murmurs, biting back a whimper when a zip of electricity shoots from her nipple down to where she’s already dripping for him, “I got you something too.”

Harry’s face relaxes, it’s like he finds his grounding again, “Baby, didn’t need t’get me anythin’. Y’the best fuckin’ gift I could have gotten. Does look beautiful sittin’ between y’tits though.”

His new wife giggles, “Well I really hope you like mine….it’s non-refundable.”

He looks at her with confusion even more so when she wriggles down her panties and flips on her belly with her arms resting under chin.

Of course, Harry finds it immediately and she can tell by the deep, pleased growl he emits from the back of his throat, “You fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I did.”

It was his name, small and cursive right on her bum cheek. 

After they got engaged, he went out and got her name tattooed on his pec - much to her dismay. 

She had never talked about returning the favor and had kept it the ultimate surprise.

“I think I almost just came from this,” Harry rasps, his fingers tracing the small ink over and over in awe, “Baby, y’put m’name on your bum. It makes y’look like my property, sweetheart.”

“I am yours,” YN giggles, yelping when she feels his teeth graze the sensitive skin before he’s suckling and licking at his name - can’t take his eyes off the beauty of her.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” He agrees whole-heartedly, his hands calming to cup and palm at her cheeks as he fawns over his wedding present, “This is the best present I’d ever fuckin’ received, fuck - never goin’ to get over this.”

He doesn’t want to look away from the tattoo but knows how he wants to fuck his wife for the first time so he flips her onto her back once again, lips finding hers. 

She whispers, hand wrapping around his cock, “Still have to pay you back for earlier.”

“No blowies tonight, pet. We’re goin’ to do it the right way, m’gonna make love to you,” Harry murmurs, his lips finding hers as he bats her hand away to grasp at his thick base. He teases the sensitive head over her clit and entrance a few times before slowly sinking in.

“Ohh, been ready for you all day. You looked like a fucking wet dream standing at the alter, waiting for me,” YN sighs happily, wriggling her hips to adjust a bit before she spreads her legs and lets Harry rest in between them, “Ever since I saw you in the suit, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell, y’so wet, warm f’me,” Harry praises, his movements are slow and unrushed, their hips meeting gently as he pushes in each time with care, “Can’t believe y’gonna let me have this for the rest of m’life.”

“I love you so so much,” She utters breathlessly as he continues to make her feel so fucking full - emotionally and physically, “Best husband ever, can’t believe it.”

Harry chuckles tenderly, “Baby, I need y’to come soon. I’m so close, never come this quick. The thought of y’being my wife is making it impossible to last then with the tatto-”

YN soothes his hair in understanding, pushing up to meet their lips and allow their tongues to dance as he lifts her thigh against his hip to thrust in with a bit more force. His thumb comes to her clit to spur her along which doesn’t take much with how aroused she’s been all day.

Harry follows right after, much to his embarrassment of his lack of stamina but can you blame him? He has the hottest fucking wife on the planet.

“Round two?” YN smirks as he leans down to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. She knows the night has just begun.

“Mmm,” He agrees instantly, “Now that we made love, m’gonna fuck y’from behind so I can watch my name jiggle on your arse.”

And that’s what he does. It takes nearly no rebound time, flips her on her belly again to gaze and worship his name as he fills out in no time again. His fingers occasionally dip back between her thighs to tease at her entrance before he swipes her own wetness on the tattoo to lick it off.

She’s tired, exhausted from the events of the day but wants to reach that last orgasm before sleep overtakes them. 

On her hands and knees, Harry doesn’t pound into her like he normally would. 

Instead, he eases back in with eyes darting between his wedding present and where they’re connecting, his thumb diligently rubbing hard and steady circle on her nerves.

“C’mon wifey, need y’to not be stubborn,” Harry goads, feeling his release coming again - he pinches her clit with just enough pressure that has her whining before Harry has to hold her up by the waist as she quivers.

It has him finishing right after with a gentle smack to her bumcheek, the skin already tender and sore from all of his attention on the spot as it was.

“I loved your vows,” YN murmurs against his chest. He had wrapped her up in one of the plush blankets and he had pulled on a tight pair of briefs and they were laying on a lounge chair on the blacony under the italian stars.

“I loved yours just as much, y’did crack the code m’love ‘cause now I’m yours forever,” Harry rumbles, his voice raspy with drowsiness.

Little did they know that in a few short years, they would be back under these italian stars with knowledge that they were growing a little product of their love in her belly.

A litte baby named Ivy, just like the beautiful, lucious nature that had decorated the place in magneificent as they spoke vows - dedicating their lives to each other.

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[pinkteapotwriting]

I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut

Word count : 1830

Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well

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Surprise, surprise.

It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.

“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”

“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”

“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”

“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.

“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”

“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”

“Well, yeah I guess.”

James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.

“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”

“Ask Sirius.”

“I already did ask Sirius!”

“Ask Sirius.”

“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”

Remus shut his book.

“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”

“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”

Sirius had his face in his palms.

“Can we change the subject please.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”

“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”

Sirius was still groaning into his hands.

“She’s so fucking oblivious.”

Remus chuckled.

“Quite.”

Quite what? Confused definitely.

“I don’t understand.”

The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.

“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”

“Then why don’t you-”

“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”

“Really? You guys want me that way?”

James shrugged meekly.

“If you’ll have us.”

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”

Sirius’s head popped out.

“Right now?”

“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”

“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Jamie, do you want this too?”

“Yes please.”

“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”

“Very much so.”

“Enthusiastic consent.”

“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”

You smirked at Sirius’s comment.

“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”

“Ooo scary.”

“So be it.”

You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.

“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”

“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”

“What about me?”

“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”

He huffed.

“Suit yourself.”

You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.

You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.

You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.

“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”

You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”

He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.

“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”

“I’ve never sucked-”

“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”

You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.

“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”

Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.

“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”

James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.

“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”

“F-feels good.”

“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?

“Y-yes.”

You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.

“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”

Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.

“Y/N”

James' voice was raspy.

“Yes baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”

“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”

“Please.”

“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”

“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”

“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”

You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.

You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.

“This alright Jamie?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, can I move now?”

“Yes please.”

You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.

“James, fuck.”

But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.

“Like this Y/N?”

“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”

Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.

“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”

It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.

“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”

“Fuck-”

As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.

You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.

“I need you”

“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”

Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.

“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”

He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.

“M’close Y/N”

“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”

He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.

“You guys never told me you were subs.”

“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”

“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”

Remus cleared his throat.

“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”

“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”

“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”

“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”

Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.

He’d have to learn the hard way.

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[wincore]

field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” 

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan. 

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly. 

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that. 

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you. 

You shake it off. 

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer. 

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks. 

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

-

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates. 

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face. 

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue. 

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile. 

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes. 

“Sungchan?!” 

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!” 

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face. 

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity. 

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.” 

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns. 

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on. 

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention. 

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys. 

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes. 

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling. 

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love. 

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile. 

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation. 

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.  

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on. 

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones. 

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts. 

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you. 

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm. 

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes. 

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls. 

"Do you have any bandaids?" 

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.” 

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you. 

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind. 

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers. 

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans. 

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him. 

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade. 

-

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan. 

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead. 

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly. 

“Hm?” 

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that. 

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field. 

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding. 

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave. 

“You should,” he responds, honest. 

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile. 

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties. 

Only one more match, you remind yourself. 

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this. 

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all. 

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile. 

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty. 

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

-

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you. 

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading. 

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care. 

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk. 

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild. 

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.