#i already bought a new lipstick and a blush as a treat so now i just need some other treats too

[dontneedmyheart]

it’s my birthday tomorrow, i have no plans and instead of panicking about that i feel okay, which is suspicious and i’m waiting for that ”i feel weird and kind of bad on my birthday” feeling i usually get.

[fiorella-a]

Honkai Star Rail girls as... "Jenny" song lyrics!

(+Short scenarios)

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

Kafka:

"you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often"

"I've been doing bad things that you don't know about"

"I cannot pretend

Why I never like your new boyfriends"

>> Kafka knows you like her. The way you avoided eye contact is all she needed to know before getting her plan started, what was her plan? To give you mixed signals and to see how long your patience will last (don't worry, she likes you too, she just doesn't wanna be the one to confess).

First up is to ask you what shade of lipstick fits her and after giving your opinion, she kisses the nape of your neck!

Next, Kafka requested to Elio for blade to be her companion, all they do is fight and tease each other and Blade doesn't know what the hell is up with her requesting them to be together for a mission. Kafka will try to hide the fact that she feels sorry for you! The way your eyes filled with shock when Blade and her were announced to be partners for mission, shock isn't the only thing you're feeling though, also jealousy.

As soon as she gets back from the mission, you practically confess your heart out while avoiding her gaze, "It might seem stupid and I know this isn't supposed to happen but I like you, really I do." "Aw, I like you too! All you needed is two push of a button to confess? How adorable!" Oh boy, how you wish you could wipe that teasing smile off of her face.

Serval:

"Jenny, take my hand

'Cause we are more than friends

I will follow you until the end"

>> You have always looked up to Serval, she is the woman of every possibilities! She has multiple talents, a good reputation and a brother who's well known around belebog. While you're mostly in your comfort zone and that's why she likes you. Serval once offered her hands to you and showed you around Belebog and was nice enough to introduce you to her brother while her cheeks was painted a rosy-pink color, she just said "me? Blushing? No! I'm just exhausted from our little tour. How about I treat you some snacks, yeah?" And she smiled at you. You swore to follow her path as she was your role-model (and crush)

Seele:

"I wanna ruin our friendship

We should be lovers instead

I don't know how to say this

'Cause you're really my dearest friend"

>> You had a hard time trying to confess to her, knowing Seele, she's almost always busy protecting the underworld and its people. How were you able to confess? You might ask, well when you almost got attacked by a competitive and bad mannered miner– she grabbed your hands, put you behind her while she had her left hand guarding you and her right hand pointing the weapon at the said attacker. When all was finished, your confession became your way of saying 'thank you' and her confessing back was her way of saying 'you're welcome'

Silver Wolf:

"Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me"

>> When she noticed one of her button pins missing from her jacket, she just dismissed it thinking it probably fell when it was in the laundry, but once she sees your bag that suddenly has a button pin that looks just like hers, she thinks otherwise 'why would they do that?' And when she ranted about it to Kafka, you bet she was teasing you but she did help you make your feelings more visible to Silver Wolf. And boy did it pay off! Because just as you were about to take a nap, you got a message from your phone;

"Give me back my button pin."

"I bought matching ones for us though."

"No need to confess, scaredy cat, I already know."

Stelle:

"I'm using your shirt as a pillow case"

>> Stelle has the same white shirt with multiple copies of it, because she says "it fits me more and is elegant yet simple to look at" and when she comes into your room while you're in the bathroom, she sees one of her shirts serving as a... Pillow case?

When you came out of the bathroom you WISH you could go right back but she's so strong and literally holds the door open while she makes you explain. "Isn't it elegant to look at? And besides, it's not the shirt you used while going in a trashcan." Her grip would loosen at the bathroom door, "and if you don't get the thing yet, I like you, Stelle." and her grip is finally out, letting go of the door while a thud follows. Did she faint while blushing? Oh gosh.

[sserpente]

A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

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A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente 

[romioneficfest]

The Beholder

Title: The Beholder

Prompt: Ron catches Hermione in a moment of self doubt

Tumblr name:

Rating: T

Brief Summary: Hermione is not happy with the way she looks in her new lingerie.

cw: strong language

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Hermione stood in front of the large mirror in their bedroom, a prominent frown on her face. She let her hands glide over the black lace of the undergarments she bought today. It was a spontaneous decision, one she already regretted as the flimsy material showed in painful obviousness how her body had changed over the last couple of years.

She never had been a person who spent much time caring for her appearance. Her mother had not used make-up and Hermione figured this was the reason she never picked up an interest in using it every day, save for some special occasions where she put on some mascara and lipstick.

And the battle with her bushy hair had been given up a long time ago. Something Ron was vocally happy about since he kept on insisting he preferred her hair in its wild, curly state.

It was their wedding anniversary today, meaning they would go out for some fancy dinner. A real treat when parenting two kids, who were six- and four-years-old. The little dragons were at Ginny and Harry's tonight and Hermione wanted to make the most out of having the house all to themselves. And what better way to spice up their much-needed alone time with some sexy, rather uncomfortable lingerie?

Again, she examined her thighs showing above the stockings, her hands brushing over her hips and down to her bum, gripping the cheeks. Her once petite body wasn't petite anymore. Instead of the small, round arse she used to show off in tight jeans or a nice pencil skirt, there were wide hips and stretch marks. Where there had been a flat belly, her tummy now hid some of the knicker's waistband at the front.

Why she chose today to acknowledge this was beyond her, but Hermione shook her head and decided to put on a lace nightgown instead later, hoping her mood would brighten again by the time Ron would come home from work.

Sighing in defeat she gave her reflection one last sad look before quickly reaching for the bra clasp, determined to get out of the flimsy underwear to dress for their night out.

“Not so fast.”

Hermione stopped in her tracks and whipped around towards the bedroom door where Ron was leaning against the door frame.

“Ron! I did not hear you coming home.” Hermione stammered, her eyes wide and her hands trying to find a position that would provide the most cover to her half naked body.

She could already feel the heat of the oncoming blush flushing her cheeks as Ron smirked at her, still standing at the door with his arms crossed in front of him.

“I'd rather you leave this task to me,” Ron said, pointing at Hermione's black lace bra.

“I just-,” Hermione's voice faltered a bit and she took a second to clear her throat, trying to appear slightly more dignified than she felt, “This doesn't fit.”

“It seems to fit rather fine,” Ron objected as he slowly walked towards her, “These are new, aren't they?”

Hermione nodded and turned back to the mirror as Ron walked up behind her. Watching the reflection of her husband and herself she couldn't help but complain about the unfairness. “How can you eat more than everyone else, but still be so skinny? I just have to look at a piece of chocolate nowadays and it immediately adds to my midriff.”

Automatically, her arms slung around said body section but Ron caught her wrists, uncovering her waist and belly again. He stepped even closer until he stood flush against Hermione's back and wrapped her into his arms from behind. A soft moan escaped her lips at the feeling of Ron's hard body pressed up against her.

She usually loved the sight of his pale, freckled skin standing out starkly against her bronze complexion and usually, she would take her time admiring them for a minute. The only thing she could focus on today though was the way her body hid Ron's mid-section, so much slimmer than hers.

Still, she closed her eyes as Ron's hands started to glide down her sides and rested on her thighs, stroking the skin right above the lace of her stockings. His big hands always felt so good.

“So, you'll ditch me should I get fat?”

Her eyes snapped open and found Ron's blue ones looking back at her, a mischievous glint in them. “Of course, not!” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Because,” Ron placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, “You apparently think a little body fat makes one less attractive. And since I don't plan to reduce my sugar intake, it's not entirely impossible that you'll have to deal with a bigger version of me someday.”

“Like that will ever happen,” Hermione raised an eyebrow at him but couldn't suppress a smirk, “Your arse will be skinny and tiny forever. A bean pole for eternity. Plus, I didn't marry you for your stellar body.”

Ron barked out a laugh but a second later he continued roaming his hands all over Hermione's body. His touch made her tingle all over and combined with his intense gaze meeting her in the mirror, she almost forgot about her imperfect body parts.

“Hermione,” Ron said with a hint of demand lacing his voice, making sure Hermione was looking him into his eyes, “you know I think you're fucking gorgeous, right?” He gave her tummy a light squeeze.

“As my husband, you have to say that.” Hermione put her own hands over Ron's.

“As your husband, it's my duty to tell you when you're being mental,” he told her, sweeping Hermione's curls to one side and started to kiss the now exposed side of her neck, “And if you think my mouth didn't go completely dry the second I saw you in these,” He traced one of her bra straps to emphasize his words, “I sure as hell need to remind you how beautiful you are.”

“I'm having a hard time finding myself beautiful nowadays,” Hermione admitted as she lowered her head to the side to give Ron easier access for his kisses and nibbles on her soft skin.

“Well, they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Ron said and when he squeezed her breasts through the bra, Hermione couldn't help but be happy about one positive side effect of gaining weight; her boobs filled out more and especially wrapped in black lace, they looked mouth watering, even to herself.

“So, let this beholder show you exactly how damn sexy he thinks you are,” Ron whispered as he let one of her bra straps glide down over her shoulder and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

Unsurprisingly, they missed their anniversary dinner, as Ron took his time, showing in great detail how much he loved every inch of Hermione Granger-Weasley.

[thatgirlwritingficsatnight]

Gift exchange

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve forgotten about your Christmas company party. Even worse you forgot to get a gift for the “not so secret Santa” - your company’s tradition. Wanna top it? Make it even worse? No problem. The person you were supposed to get a gift for? Your crush. Defsoul - the most talented, kindest and hottest person alive. What are you going to do now?

pairing: Lim Jaebeom (Defsoul) x reader

genre: smut, fluff, Jaebeom is a producer, Y/N is a manager

warnings: smut: daddy kink, light choking, ass play; foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 4989

A/N: TFW you try to write a GOT7 reaction, and you end up with one-shot. I know I’m kinda late with whole christmas theme but i wrote it last night and figured out I could post it anyway.

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You barely got to shut your eyes before your alarm tore you up from your dreams. It was nine in the morning, and you went to sleep at six AM because of your work. You groaned as you shuffled in bed cursing your job, three hours of sleep was not enough for anyone. Being manager of K-pop girl group was hard enough but being the manager in December when there was award show after award show and festivals - that was a nightmare. To other people December was equal to Christmas, gifts, parties, New Year's Eve but to you, it was synonymous with constant state of tiredness, your biggest wish right now was to spent Christmas break alone, just you and your bed. You sighed as you dragged yourself to shower. Girls had only slept for 5 hours, and you felt bad for them — not only were they invited to each award show that existed they also just have had a comeback. You could see how exhausted they were and yet your superiors still pushed for them to go to some stupid TV show on Christmas Eve. You got yourself ready and went to pick them up and get them to set.

The recording went smoothly, and you were already daydreaming about coming home early and passing out on your bed. It was six PM already, but you still had to drive girls home and step into the office for a bit. You sighed you'd be home eight PM at best - well it was still better than coming home at two or three AM. You were about to go and thank everyone for their hard work when your phone vibrated. It was your best friend and coworker.

"Hey Inha. What's up?"

"I wanted to check if you remember about the company party tonight."

You hit your forehead and groaned.

"OMG! You forgot! Have you bought a gift at least?"

"No..." you whined. You wanted to die. You had so much work lately that you've absolutely forgotten about that party — it was for staff only and each year you'd drew lots to pick the person you were supposed to give a gift to. It wasn't even secret Santa your boss simply came to conclusion that gift exchange would help out with forming friendships...

"Girl... Do you at least remember who you drew?"

Of course you remembered. How could you not. This was your lucky year, you got Defsoul the hottest, kindest and most talented person working for your label. You had a small crush on him since that day he gave up his coffee for you. You were falling asleep standing while girls were recording their vocals, and he chuckled at you before telling you to sit by him and drink some coffee. It probably meant nothing to him but that was one of the most stressful weeks in your life, and you weren't sleeping at all during that time — ITZY were about to make a debut, and you couldn't stop worrying over it. You remember how touched you were by this simple gesture, after all no one ever gave you coffee, usually you were the one getting it for other people. His looks certainly didn't help with your hopeless crush. He was H O T and not even simply hot, more like "I-look-like-an-idol" hot. He had a black mullet, piercing under his eye, he also had his nose and ears pierced to make matters worse for you he also had most hypnotizing almost feline-like eyes. Honestly you wondered why didn't he become an idol with a face and talent like that. After that one time, he would buy you a coffee whenever he had seen you and you two became somewhat close - you'd swing over his studio when girls had to train and talk about everything and nothing. He told you about his cats, his favorite restaurants, his passion for taking pictures and well you mostly told him about your job since you basically didn't have any private life - it really felt pathetic. He even took your photo once - telling you that the picture would help him later when he would be looking for inspiration (it is a mystery till this day how you haven't fainted that evening). One day you were waiting for girls to finish up their dance practice and fell asleep on one of the benches — it was difficult day for you since you haven't slept for twenty hours already (you had to fight off some crazy sasaengs and didn’t sleep whole night keeping an eye on their dorm — some would say you were overdoing it, but to you members of ITZY were like your little sisters). You woke up in his studio on his couch. He carried you there while you were asleep and tucked you in, covering you with his jacket. You were extremely embarrassed, apologetic and thankful at the same time. He chuckled at you before saying that it was okay and forced you to promise that you'd oversleep to work the very next day. Inha claimed he had a crush on you since he never treated her with the same kindness or anyone really. But you knew better, he was a good colleague. A good, extraordinarily attractive colleague you wanted to kiss and lick and...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N??" your friend snapped you from your thoughts.

"I have to go Inha! Thank you for reminding me! Love you!" You checked the time, there was no way you'd manage to drive girls back, buy a gift, get ready for a party and do all that without being late. You sighed you will have to improvise. You drove off girls and came back rushing straight to your apartment. The party started at 10 PM and you had to shower, somehow fix your sleep-deprived face and figure out how you're going to apologize to Def... You were home a few minutes before 8 rushing into your bedroom - at least you knew what you were going to wear. That would be the most expensive, or more like the only expensive piece of clothing you had — a birthday gift from girls. It was an oversized tuxedo jacket from Alexander Wang and you haven't worn it yet. You tried it on, it had quite deep cleavage, and exposed a lot of your legs, but you figured it would be ok for tonight. You smoothed out black velvety material before stepping out of it. You still had to shower and do your makeup. An hour later you were looking at yourself in the mirror — the mask Inha got you really helped out with bags under your eyes. You did good with makeup as well: it was soft brownish smoky eye, orange toned lipstick and some shimmers here and there — you actually looked healthy and well rested (a true Christmas miracle really). You looked even better after getting in your outfit — Ryunjin was right, the tuxedo like dress fitted your vibe. You even wore some black heels which didn't often happen since you always chose comfort over looks when at work.  

Fortunately you got to the party on time even though you couldn't catch a taxi for twenty minutes or so. People inside were already mingling and drinking, and you decided to grab something to drink before looking for Def. You located a small table with champagne in the corner of the room. You downed two glasses as quick as you got there, and were already grabbing a third one when a voice spoke up startling you so much you jumped a little.

"Rough day?" Defsoul was standing next to you, whiskey in his hand, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and gawked at him. He was so handsome it was simply unfair. This man clearly woke up today and chose violence. He was wearing a silky black shirt — and it was quite unbuttoned, so you had a chance of seeing his broad chest (you were currently having a heart attack), and slacks he also styled his hair so that his forehead was exposed with one defiant streak of hair falling onto his brow bone. You wanted to groan. You fucked up — this could've been your chance to get him to like you more...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he was genuinely concerned, and here you were, basically salivating and staring at him like a starved, nasty man. That was so embarrassing. You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired today..." He smiled at you warmly, and you wanted to punch yourself for not getting him something, anything.

"That's great!" You gave him a confused look, and he bit his lip nervously while scratching the back of his head. He was so cute you could kiss him. Well to be fair you felt like you could kiss him any time. Why...why did you have to forget that bloody gift...

"I mean it's not great that you're tired... It's just… ah, shit I suck at this. Here." He handed you a plastic card, and you read it absolutely puzzled. Lifetime pass for coffee with Jaebeom — it also had a cute chibi character that looked just like Def, except it had some cat ears.

"Now you can get coffee whenever you want. I mean I know you can have it whenever you want anyway, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone to get it with... I mean get it for you… It's ok if you don't like it really, oh by the way I'm Jaebeom, I don't know if I already told you my real name or not…" he was rambling, and you were screaming inside your head. That was so cute. So kind. You wanted to hug him and kiss him so badly. "Ah, shit. I really do suck at this." he said more to himself than to you. You finally looked at him and grinned.

"I love it." you said and his eyes turned into big orbs before light pink colored his cheeks.

"You do?"

"I do. It's a perfect gift." you smiled, your heart swelled with happiness. You could technically go on a date with him whenever you felt like with this handy piece of plastic. That is if he wouldn't start to hate you in the next few minutes for forgetting his present.

"I'm glad." he grinned and it took your breath away. How come he was so perfect? You got even more nervous looking at the gift from him.

"Ah... I was your not so secret Santa as well…" you started.

"Really? So what did you get me?" he was genuinely interested, and you wanted to go back in time and kill yourself for forgetting about this party. You looked up. His eyes were gleaming with curiosity — you were fucked.

"It's me! I'm your gift!" you joked and looked down to cover your nervousness. You were about to say that it was just a stupid joke and apologize before he spoke up.

"I love it." his voice was deeper than normally, and you looked up shocked by it. He was checking you out, his hungry eyes traveling up and down. You've never seen him like that. You could feel warmth spreading on your cheeks under his intense stare, a tight knot forming somewhere near your core in excitement.

"Y-you do?" your voice faltered, and he chuckled while moving closer to you. He smelled musky with a hint of citrus. Your legs were about to collapse under you.

"I do." he hummed he was so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand brushed against yours as he bent down to reach your ear. You were sure your skin was burning where he touched you. "So, tell me Y/N, when can I unwrap you?" his tone was dark and dangerous and when he straightened up you've seen this gleam in his eyes as he smirked. Your legs felt like made from putty and you'd collapse if his hand weren't already wrapped around your waist. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your heart was beating so hard it was about to spring off your chest — you were wondering if he could hear it. You certainly could even though blood ringed in your ears. You felt your throat going dry and your panties getting moist.

"Def…" you started weakly. Shocked by your own voice — it sounded so needy.

"Call me Jaebeom.." he purred. "Would you like to go to my place? I don't think I can wait any longer to enjoy my gift…" You quavered from excitement, his voice was laced with a promise of sleepless night.

"Yes, let's go." you said and he smiled at you. You were sure you lost any oxygen you still had in your lungs at that moment. His hand left your waist, and you wanted to catch it and wrap yourself with it again. Instead, he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his, smiling at you sweetly before he led you outside. You couldn't focus on anything else, but his fingers wrapped around yours. His hand was warm, and he held you firmly, his skin soft and delicate. You managed to quickly catch a taxi and through whole drive Jaebeom's hand lazily travelled up and down your thigh. His gentle fingers sending sparks to your core every time he brushed the inside of your leg. You glanced at him, eyes filled with desire — he shivered, and it made you feel a different kind of excitement — you didn't know that you had this kind of effect on him. You got out of the taxi and his hand was instantly on yours, he was almost dragging you skipping every other step as he rushed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and let you in. Immediately three cats came in and brushed against your legs. You smiled softly.

"They like you.." Jaebeom murmured against your neck while taking off your coat for you, you gasped at the feeling, and he released low chuckle before he started planting soft kisses against your neck — each time his lips touched your skin your muscles clenched with anticipation. You couldn't wait any longer. You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were glued to your lips and excitement bubbled somewhere below your stomach.

"I waited so long for this..." he started but never got to finish as your lips were on his in a second. Even his lips felt like cotton, and you sighed against him when he kissed you back. He was clearly enjoying slow kisses. You grew impatient once again and licked his lower lip, he gave you access you asked for, and your tongue brushed against his hungrily. You could already feel how wet you were, arousal making your panties stick to you painfully. Jaebeom's hand travelled around your back dropping dangerously low now and then but never grabbing you — you really wanted him to hold you and take you roughly. Once again you grew impatient this night. You took his lower lip in between your teeth, you bit it hard and moaned. That seemed to make him lose his cool, he let out a growl that travelled straight to your core.

"Bad girl..." he said before he turned you around and pushed you against the wall so that your back was facing him. His tongue already on your earlobe, you sighed and shivered when he licked it and let out breaths against wet, sensitive skin. "I wanted to take it slowly, but you're so eager, so impatient…" he was purring into your ear, and you were aching down there more and more with each syllable.

"Jaebeom..." you moaned as you pressed your ass against him. He sucked some breath in when you pushed down against his hard length, his body working on its own accord, one hand already on your hips pressing you harder when the other one cupped your breast. This is not how he envisioned tonight, he thought that he'd at best confess his feelings not have you here crumbling in his hands while moaning his name. Your hips bucked against his by itself as soon as you felt how hard he was. His hand grabbed your clothed breast, and you regretted wearing anything. You wanted to feel him against you naked skin not through layers of clothing.

"Jaebeom-ah..." you moaned his name again, and he rewarded you with sucking on your neck — it was painful yet pleasant, and you almost forgot what you wanted to say before he licked the fresh mark and kissed it. "Didn't you say you wanted to unwrap me?" You said in weak voice still affected by his mouth on your neck. He laughed against your skin, and you thought that's how paradise would sound like.

"You really are impatient... do you want me to fuck you so bad?" he asked rubbing into you, his dick almost in pain from the friction.

"Yes...please..." you panted out, and he let out some animalistic sound upon hearing how needy you were. He made you face him and unbuttoned your tuxedo-like-dress before he tossed it somewhere behind him. You shivered under his stare. He pulled you into him and his hands immediately travelled to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up without effort. He began kissing your jaw, neck, collarbones, and you tilted your head, so he could have better access. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down carefully on the mattress before he took a step back. His sheets smelled just like him, and you sighed in pleasure, sinking deeply into his fragrance. He bit his lip seeing you in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. However, you didn't want just lay and wait, you got up and reached out to his own shirt undoing the buttons hastily, but he didn't let you, he was in control. He held your hands and pushed you back on bed. You bounced and your hair created a sort of crown, spreading around your face — it emphasized your features even more, and Jaebeom felt as if he was making love to some kind of goddess. Your lips, eyes, hair, body everything was perfect. He wanted to taste you already.

"You need to ask me nicely." He smirked at you and you pouted a bit before a mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You let one of the straps fall from your shoulder and gave him an innocent look before taking off the other one as well. Just one move and Jaebeom would see your torso naked. He bit his lip unintentionally, when you pushed your breast closer while also moaning.

"Pleeeaaase... undress already and fuck me... daddy." He groaned - you'd be the end of him. He quickly tore any clothes that were on him leaving only his boxers on, and you stared him down hungrily. Saying he was beautiful was and understatement. He was perfect. His skin was light and smooth, it gleamed in the moonlight that illuminated the room through a small window located right above the headboard. It was still dim, but you could clearly see the outline of muscles on his stomach, and a tempting v line, waiting for you to be licked on his abdomen.

"Take off your bra." he ordered and you obediently followed. His eyes devoured your glistening breasts, two darker beads already hard and inviting him in. He licked his thumb and brushed it against your nipple watching intently for your reaction. You didn't disappoint him as you arched your back hungry for his touch. He took another one into his mouth, his tongue making circles around it for what felt like forever. The sound of his wet licks and your quickened breath feeling the silence of the room. You squeezed your legs looking for any kind of release, it didn't help much. Your core was aching and since you could only wait for him to bring you pleasure you closed your eyes and focused only on the sole path of his tongue. It was almost like a torture and Jaebeom seemed to enjoy it greatly, lazy licks, circles around your nipples, blowing cold air on them to hear your whines. And so when he finally sucked on your swollen nipple you moaned his name so loudly his neighbors could hear you. His dick twitched in his boxers. He couldn't wait for much long either, you were the most beautiful person he ever saw, and you were squirming under him, waiting for him to fuck you. He was honestly shocked he didn't take you against that wall in his hall when you pushed your ass against him. He smirked at you, he haven’t even fucked you yet and you were already having this kind of expression. His lips travelled from your breast lower and lower before his face hovered above your panties, hot breath on your wet, clothed pussy sending you almost over the edge. You looked down at him, his eyes were full of lust. He was so beautiful you felt like it was just a dream, not reality. When he pressed his nose against your wet folds you moaned again. He inhaled it a few times as if it was the most ravishing smell in the world.

"You smell so good I might go crazy." He actually was going crazy as his cock let out a bit of pre-cum only upon him smelling your pussy.

"Daddy... please..." you pleaded looking him in the eyes, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift move he tore the panties off you, they were soaked, and he sniffed them one last time before throwing them out.  He took off his own underwear, and knelt between your legs his cock in his hand already.

"You're so wet for me. Such a good girl, I'm going to fuck you so good." he purred out, and you could go off his words only. He put on condom quickly and teased your entrance before sliding into you slowly. He was watching your face intently as he didn't want to cause you pain.

"Just don't move for a second, you're so big I need to get used to the stretch." It was painful a and pleasant at the same time - the way he filled you up. He didn't buck his hips as you asked, instead he kissed your lips, your jaw, neck, and you kissed him back with passion. Soon he started rocking into you and you moaned into his mouth.

"Harder." you managed to say between the panting and kissing. He straightened up and increased the tempo, sweat building on his forehead.

"Harder..." you said and his hand went to your throat while he almost crushed into you. He choked you lightly, and you felt the orgasm building already.

"Daddy... harder..."

"You dirty girl. On all fours." You obediently followed his order and soon he was fucking you doggy style, his hand spanking you lightly. "You like that? You like when daddy takes you hard?" His voice was so low you shivered under him.

"Yes, daddy." you moaned out when his huge dick filled you with each thrust.

"You're so dirty and good to your daddy. I will reward you and play with your other hole." Before you could say anything he spat on your ass and his finger danced around the other entrance. Just that was enough for you to see white. Your toes curled and your head went back, you screamed his name like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and you could feel how he twitched inside you when you clenched around him in orgasm spasm.

"Y/N, ah... I'm cumming, I'm…" he said through gritted teeth while pounding into you. You both reached your highs and fell onto the bed. He discarded the condom and started kissing your back lazily.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I have enough energy to go for another round…" you said while turning his way. He was looking at you lovingly, his expression completely fucked out. He was beautiful, the most handsome you've ever seen him actually. You sighed when his fingers brushed off hair from your face in sweet gesture.

"That's ok, I'll just shower you and we can go to sleep." You nodded, and he took your hand and guided you to his bathroom. He switched on the shower and pulled you under the water when it was warm already. He was so delicate with you, soaping your body, shampooing your head. You smiled at him warmly, and he chuckled.

"You're really cute." he said with a smile after making and weird shapes out of your shampooed hair.

"Stop it, I'll blush." you said while getting under the water, he was quickly spooning you, kissing your back almost with devotion.

"Good, you're even cuter when you blush."

You both towelled yourself dry and Jaebeom even brushed your hair for you before pulling you back to bed. You cuddled your face into his chest and he closed his arms around you. You didn't know if it was one-night stand only, but you'd worry about your possibly broken heart in the morning since his scent was already inviting you to the dreamworld.

You woke up to some rumbling. You opened your eyes and shot up, fear washing over you — that wasn't your bedroom. Memories of last night came next, and you fell back to the sheets squealing quietly into his pillow. That's when the realization hit you. What if it was just one-night stand, and you were rolling around his bed happily in love like an idiot? You sighed but before you could do anything, the man in question came to the bedroom smiling at you warmly.

"You finally woke up sleepyhead." He sat next to you and bend down to kiss your cheek. You looked down. "What's wrong? Have I done something?" He looked concerned.

"I.. no." You said sitting up, and he raised his brow on you. Ugh, he was looking great wearing a plain gray hoodie. You sighed.

"Was that one just for one night? If it was a one-night stand tell me now before I do something stupid."

"One-night stand?" He looked at you offended. "One-night stand?! Do you even know for how long I've been crushing on you? It was few years of my desperate attempts to ask you out, buying you coffee, looking for you constantly. Hell, I even made Yugyeom exchange the stupid lottery draw with me, so that I could give you that card. I actually thought that would helped me out with asking you out. One-night stand?! Jesus, Y/N, he made me basically his slave for a day, and you're asking me if it's one-night stand?" He was angry, and you looked at him shocked, you have never seen him like that. "Do you want this to be one-night stand?!" he raised his voice again.

"No!" you answered him immediately.

"No?! Great, then you can... wait you said no?" He cleared his throat, and you could actually see him smiling like an idiot before he cleared it again. "Well… good because I made us lunch already, and it would go to waste otherwise." He tried to act cool. You giggled at him and pushed him down before sitting on top of him.

"You're cute." You said and he blushed looking away.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are the cutest actually." He groaned in response getting even more red, and you giggled once again. It was the first time you got him to blush so much, usually it was just light pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks. You kissed his face leaving pecks all over it, he chuckled before speaking again.

"I don't want this to be one-night stand. I like you I was actually planning on asking you out yesterday."

"You were?"

"I was. So would like to go out with me?" he wiggled his brows at you and you grinned before nodding.

"Mmm. I'd love to." you answered and he pulled you for a lazy kiss.

"Come, I prepared some food for you. It's hardly festive, but it's something"

"I'm sure it's great. I just need to put something on myself first."

"You can have my hoodie and sweats." he said while looking through his cabinet. "Here." He handed you clothes and blushed once again mumbling that he will wait for you in the kitchen. He got embarrassed — that was just too cute.

You slipped in his clothes, his smell wrapping around you. You got out of the bedroom only to be greeted by three cats purring and brushing against your legs. You smiled and petted them, scratching them on their chins. Jaebeom was just standing and staring at you, still not believing his luck. You were wearing his blouse, it was hanging on you like a dress basically and his heart ached at this picture. You looked up and grinned.

"They like me!"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to like you more than they like me." He chuckled. "Now come, let's eat."

You nodded and entered his kitchen, there was kimchi jjigae and rice prepared for both of you. You smiled and sat down already salivating because of the delicious smell.

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He said looking up from his dish.

"Merry Christmas Jaebeom." You smiled at him lovingly. "So what did Yugyeom made you do?"

"Don't even ask." He said and you giggled. Let's just say you didn't get to spend the Christmas break alone in the bed like you wished.

[pillow-anime-talk]

older girlfriend. {pt.1}

synopsis: You as older Karasuno’s boys girlfriend.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; older!y/n; romance; lil bit of comedy; fluff; some kisses and hugs; sometimes reader is smol or has a babyface and because of this she doesn’t seems to be on 3rd year or studies; sfw

includes: female reader ft. daichi sawamura, koushi sugawara, asahi azumane, yuu nishinoya, ryuunosuke tanaka & chikara ennoshita {hq!!}

part two {click}

— DAICHI

↘ You looked at Google Maps again on your phone and then entered Karasuno High School, looking around carefully.

↘ You literally never were here, so you felt lost, but you decided to go into the school and ask someone for directions to the gym if it will be necessary.

↘ Thank God, you noticed three first years who were just leaving the big building. You greeted them and asked where you should go to meet the Karasuno volleyball team. You even corrected your hair, smiling sweetly.

↘ Needless to say, one of the boys got a nosebleed when he saw you and the other two blushed, pointing only to the direction of the side exit. After moving away from the three high school teenagers, you only managed to hear the quiet ‘Wasn’t she a student or something?’, but you didn’t have time to react to that apt remark.

↘ You finally got to the large gym, so you decided to go inside. You noticed that the team was in training, so the black-haired girl noticed you as first. She was a bit taller than you, but she also looked super lovely, so you smiled at her and greeted her, asking if you could wait for Daichi. The team manager nodded at you, blushing furiously as she realized you were a bit older than she was. (Kiyoko immediately recognized the school coat of arms on your jacket from the Women’s College she wanted to go too.)

↘ “OOOOH. WELCOME, WELCOME.” A low voice echoed in the gymnasium and you glanced at the boy with a shaved head who was running towards you with another a bit small teen. “ARE YOU A KIYOKO-SAN’S FRIEND?!”

↘ You didn’t know what was going on right now, so you said ‘No’ and immediately started looking for your boyfriend. Thank God, Daichi was already walking towards you, blushing as much as Kiyoko before.

↘ “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He smiled, scratching his neck and you shrugged.

↘ “I wanted to see your training. Surprise? I think.” You laughed softly as you walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “After your training we can go get some food, my treat, Captain.”

↘ The rest of the team was shocked because a) Daichi had a girlfriend; b) An older girl; c) Super cute and tiny girlfriend who dominated him in two freaking seconds.

— KOUSHI

↘ Only the third years knew about Suga’s relationship with you, so the rest of the team didn’t know who you are when you approached to them during the Spring High National Tournament, asking they were are Karasuno High School team.

↘ Tanaka and Nishinoya had a nosebleed and fell in love with you at first sight, and the first years didn't know what to say. You literally couldn't get along with them. You were lost and you missed your lovely babyboy.

↘ “Umm, so... I guess I mistook the High Schools, I’m sorry.” You muttered awkwardly and was about to leave when the libero denied it and stopped you.

↘ “You’re not wrong, angel. How can we help you?” You laughed under your breath at his words, nodding.

↘ “So, thanks. I’m looking for Koushi. He’s on this team, right?”

↘ “Are you his little sister? Aww, you can call me Ryuu-senpai. I’ll be glad.” You literally saw little hearts flying above his head.

↘ “No. Not really.” You replied amused and suddenly felt a gentle tapping on your shoulder. You turned, look up and instantaneously smiled when you saw your two years younger boyfriend. You hug him tightly. “Koushi, baby.”

↘ “You didn’t have to come. After all, you have a lot of exams at the university.” He muttered, though his voice was so happy and he was so relieved that you are here with him.

↘ “U-university...” Tanaka began, feeling his cheeks turn redder and redder.

↘ “Hey, guys. She’s my girlfriend. Be nice to her! And show her some respect! She’s in the second year of studies.”

↘ The whole team (except for the whole third year) was impressed.

↘ On the other hand, you hugged the gray-haired boy even closely and informed him that he had to come to your house after the game because you wanted pizza and some kisses.

— ASAHI

↘ You’ve just escorted your boyfriend to his high school and you were going to say goodbye to him.

↘ Of course, you couldn’t leave him with the usual ‘bye-bye’, on the contrary. You gave him a full, literally public make-out session right outside the school gate. Your red-wine lipstick made a little mess on the tall volleyball player’s lips. Nothing new.

↘ “... I-I didn’t know that Azumane-san has a girlfriend.” Kageyama said softly and blushed hard, looking at orange-haired friend who looked at you closely.

↘ “She attend to our school? Hmm...” Hinata asked under his breath, but the lack of a Karasuno High School uniform was misleading. “I don’t think so...”

↘ “I didn’t think that senpai liked first years.” Tsukishima laughed as he walked past the two shorter boys with Yamaguchi. “It’s almost illegal, don’t y’all think? I don’t want to believe that any girl has likes someone who looks like a criminal.”

↘ “Hey, kids.” Daichi’s voice made the four juniors turn to him and Sugawara. “Y/N-san is older than all of us and actually is in her first year of college. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” He smiled heartily as he patted them on the back. “Now go to school and better prepare yourself for a solid warm-up after your lessons thanks to this gossips.”

↘ “What? Captain, no!”

↘ At the same time, you informed your boyfriend that you would come to his training because your classes at the university that day were supposed to end sooner. (What an awkward situation for firsts years who apologized to you on knees for things who you literally don’t mind...)

— YUU

↘ It’s been a while since it became known that Nishinoya’s dating a girl. Of course, it was a shock to the whole Karasuno team, because no one suspected that... Noya would ever... have... a partner... 

↘ Anyway, yes. You’ve been with the boy for three months now, and the age difference between the two of you wasn’t a problem for you or him. Yuu thought that it’s was super hot and sexy, by the way. He also liked the fact that you are older than him and you can help him with his studies sometimes.

↘ But he loved even more the fact that you were three centimeters shorter than him anyway and your face was so sweet that he wanted to kiss you 24 hours per day. Through your babyface, the rest of the second years who first met you thought you were younger than all of them. What a surprise, you’re not.

↘ As I mentioned, you often helped Noya in math, contemporary literature and physic, especially when the sports competitions coincided with the exams. You wanted to prepare your boyfriend as much as possible so that he could continue playing with the team and be the best libero for them.

↘ Additionally, Yuu had the luxury of bringing him food or snacks often, and taking him to the roof to talk and cuddle with you.

↘ The boy literally lives his best life thanks to you.

— RYUUNOSUKE

↘ Literally your biggest and the most crazy fan.

↘ You thought he was a fanboy for Kiyoko? Girl... He could create a new religion for you, and I’m not kidding at this point.

↘ He didn’t have to hide you for a long time, because you two barely started dating, and he already told the whole team that he was date with a third year who makes the best bentos in whole school and who has the most beautiful smile in the world. #SIMP.

↘ Tanaka is by far the most protective boy you’ve ever met. The seventeen-year-old just feels the need to protect you all the time because he’s afraid of some third years will take you away from him. Spoiler: you’re not going anywhere.

↘ He loves to hold your hands and you always have to give him a ‘good luck kiss’ before training or a match.

↘ First years and Noya literally hate you two and are jealous like no one else.

↘ Nevertheless, Ryuunosuke isn’t going to calm down and he’s bragging about your photos and what you did on dates with him (leaving the spicy details to himself, of course).

— CHIKARA

↘ Your relationship with Ennoshita was very relaxed and full of love and support, especially when his tournament or your own college exams were coming.

↘ As a girl two years older, you often felt the need to spoil him and buy him various things; books, clothes, ties, new volleyball balls... Literally everything you associated with Chikara was bought and given to the boy shortly after.

↘ I don’t think I need to mention that you came to his every match, as long as it didn't interfere with your studies.

↘ The entire Karasuno team knew who you are and they literally called you the team mascot because of your pocket size, cute face and banners that you held on every game for your boyfriend.

↘ You’re a very hyped person who also feels like a seventeen-year-old’s biggest fangirl.

↘ Chikara is so beaming and thanks to you he smiles much more than normal.

↘ Anyway, brunet likes the fact that he has an older girlfriend who always attracts attention and is self-sufficient. On top of that, his biggest weak point is that he sees you in a jacket and high-heeled shoes.

[lavishedinjimin]

Cowards in love (m)

— synopsis: You and Jimin had been friends for a long seven years. But will a novel coworker of yours replace the tightly-knit bond you had with Jimin?

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

↳ pairing: jimin x f reader

↳ rating: 18+

↳ genre: friends to lovers!au, smut, angst, fluff

↳ word count: 9.5k

↳ warnings: office worker OC, possessive jimin, dom jimin, sub reader, jealously, ownership, filthy dirty talk, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE!), rough sex, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), slight IMPREG KINK during intercourse, spanking, name calling (slut, brat), pussy slapping, multiple orgasms (and I mean two)

A/N: Contains fake texts screenshots! Sorry if you don’t like those - but I do - so yeah :D

“Miss Y/n, as usual, you have done amazingly well. You have pleased me and the company so much that I decided to give you another promotion.” 

You smirk, sitting upright on the leather chair. Your boss sat across from you at the long wooden table, a black envelope in his hand. You nodded and bowed your head in respect. 

“We see how you work nonstop and we want you to rest for a while. Go and treat yourself, y/n.” He slides a white envelope to you. As you grab a hold of the paper, your lips curves up in a smile as you feel how thick it is. Peeking inside, there lays five hundred bucks. 

Your boss stands up, and you copy his actions. He walks over to you with such poise, lifting his hand to you. Shaking his hand, he nods his head once. “Congratulations, Y/n. We expect a lot from you.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Lim. The company has all of my passion.” 

~

“You are quite the dime, petal.”

Scoffing, you turn around to your best friend, Jimin, who was sitting on your bed and checking you out. “Don’t try to woo me now, Park Jimin,” you turn back to the mirror, applying more of the burgundy-colored lipstick that he specifically bought for you. You notice him smirk through his reflection, standing up. He places his hands on the pockets of his jeans as he shrugs his shoulders, walking closer to you.

“The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky,” he muses, eyes shining in awe. 

Jimin stares at your image in the mirror, smiling at how gorgeous you looked. Your short hair falling to your shoulders, a burgundy blouse that matched your lips, black tight slacks that were flared on the very bottom, giving a 70′s vibe. Paired with black stilettos and your ‘signature’ black cat-eyed glasses. You look back at him, smiling, “Don’t you consider yourself lucky that you have me as your best friend?” 

He laughs, making your heart warm instantly. It was one of your weaknesses, that laugh can heal your sorrows and all negative things that the world throws at you. He was your medicine. 

Jimin steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist for a back hug, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I am. Now go and finish up while I start the car.” 

“Okay.” 

He leaves the room with a heavy heart, allowing a loud sigh escape his lips. Jimin has agreed to come with you to celebrate your promotion with a couple of your coworkers. As your best friend, he couldn’t say no to you.

When you were finished getting ready, you walk outside of the house, locking the door behind you. You smile grateful at Jimin when he opens the passenger’s side door for you. “You’re too sweet, Jimin.” You giggle.

He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Only for you,” he mutters, quiet enough for you not to hear.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long as the two of you were having a normal conversation. “Who have you invited?” He asks.

“Not a lot actually. My office buddies – Sunmi and Chungha.” Jimin nods with a hum, allowing you to continue. “There’s also, of course, Namjoon, Yoongi, and a guy that’s new to the company.”

“New guy?” Jimin chuckles quietly, “What’s his name?”

“Park Jinyoung. We’ve become close ‘cause he’s working right under my field. Don’t worry, you’ll love him! He’s quite intimidating at first but that’s only because of his menacing eyes. He’s a wonderful man.” You titter, turning your head to look at his direction as your eyes glittered in enthusiasm. But what shocks you is the deadpan expression on his face, eyebrows slightly creasing with his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks annoyed, and you did not know why.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a gentle voice. His breath suddenly hikes up slightly when you rest your hand on his thigh.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. “Nothing,” he gives you a fake smile, “I bet he’s lovely.” He says sarcastically.

“He is!”

Jimin wished you could’ve said something else. 

Your heart flutters when Jimin opens the door for you, sending you his charming smile. His eyes turning into little crescents, lips curving up. You give him your thanks while as you enter the restaurant. Jimin suddenly interlocks both of your arms together, but you didn’t mind. You were used to his clinginess.

There was not a lot of people inside the restaurant even though it was a busy Saturday. As your heels click against the black tiles, your eyes scan around the area to find the table where all of your friends were.

“Isn’t that Chungha?” Jimin says and points to his right. You immediately smile widely when Chungha raises her hand to signal their location. Jimin chuckles adoringly when you remove your arm away from his, quickly running to the table.

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Chungha stands up and gives you a tight hug, “You totally deserve it.”

“Thank you so much!” you squeal. Sunmi and the boys stand up as well to congratulate you.

Jimin watches from afar as he walks towards the round table, eyes taking a good look at Jinyoung. He quirks a single brow up when he catches how Jinyoung rakes your body up and down.

Clenching his jaw, Jimin hurriedly makes his way to your side to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Oh, there you are!” Namjoon exclaims on his seat, “We haven’t seen you in a while, Jimin!”

“Uh, hah, yeah,” he tries to calm himself down, “Been busy.”

You glace at Jimin oddly before turning back your attention to the group. “Oh, Jimin! This is Jinyoung, he’s grown to be a good friend of mine.”

Jinyoung stands up from his seat without hesitation and reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. Y/n has told me a lot about you.”

Jimin doesn’t hide his bitter scoff, “Only good news, I hope.”

Jinyoung only smirks at that, leaving him baffled.

Sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, you called for a waiter for everyone to start ordering. “Since I’m treating all of you today, please get whatever you want!”

“Y/n! No judgment, okay?” Yoongi gives you a knowing look, understanding what he already means by that.

“Yes, Yoongi. As much as you want.”

As everyone chooses their meals, Jimin scoots closer to your side. You look at him with a smile on your face but he pretends to ignore you, scanning the menu in front of him.

“Do you wanna get some glazed steak rolls?” he asks you, “They’re your favorite, right?”

You frown, tilting your head to the right as you read the menu carefully. “Uh, yeah – but I’m not in the mood for steak right now.”

“Hmm, alright. Oh, look! They serve roasted lambs, Y/n,” Jimin asserts.

“Heh, no lambs for me today, Chim.”

“Well, how about—”

“Y/n,” Jinyoung suddenly blurts out across from you.

“Yes?” you lift your head, smiling at him.

Jimin listens attentively, his eyes shooting up to burn holes into Jinyoung’s eyes. But he doesn’t seem to mind. Jimin feels his blood boil from the way he was looking at you.

“Didn’t you told me yesterday that you were craving for shrimp? Try ordering their shrimp pasta, it’s delicious.” Jinyoung talks with a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting. He knows what he was doing to Jimin, amused from his annoyed reactions.

“I should!” you exclaim, “Thanks Jinyoung.”

“No problem, Y/n.”

Jimin feels a hard punch in his heart.

Humiliated, disappointed, infuriated.

As time passed by and everyone got their meals, Jimin was over your side. He’d be so touchy, resting his hand on your thigh and keeping it there the whole time. He would also often wrap an arm around the back of your chair, pulling you close. You’ve never seen him act like this as if something was bothering him, but you just can’t wrap your head around it.

“So Y/n,” Sunmi says to get your attention, “you know that you’re so lucky to be promoted in such a quick time! How do you do it?” she chimes as the others quickly agree. Jimin, on the other hand, didn’t react as he was busy eyeing Jinyoung up and down.

“Ah, as expected from Y/n. I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated and hardworking to be honest,” Chungha replies, making your cheeks blush from their kind words.

“You guys are too nice. I just love my job a lot, I guess,” you shrug with a quiet laugh.

“Jinyoung, how does it feel working with Y/n?” Yoongi asks him, “Does she treat you like hell?” All but Jimin laughs at his statement, and you feel him grip your thigh a little bit harder. You send him a quick glare, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away from your thigh.

“She’s amazing, Yoongi,” he says in awe, “I won’t ask for anyone else.”

You blush at Jinyoung’s words, lowering your head from embarrassment as the group gives approving sighs.

“Y/n, are you blushing?” Namjoon spills as he chews on his medium-rare steak. Immediately shaking your head, you cover your face with your hands, “No! I’m not!”

“What’s going on here, huh? Y/n? Jinyoung?” Yoongi grins at the two of you knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nothing!” you reply in a speed of light.

“I said what I said,” Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders, making direct eye contact to Jimin for a split second before returning his gaze back on you. “Y/n’s such a great person to work with. I adore how she’s so optimistic, always striving to help people. She absolutely deserves everything.”

Jimin crinkles his nose.

“Jinyoung, please,” you giggle, your smile wider than it already was.

“It’s true! I can’t help but love my job when I have someone like you.”

“Damn! Someone fine me a guy like Jinyoung,” Chungha says jokingly, giggling in her seat.

“So you’re making moves now on her, is it?” Jimin finally snaps. His voice bitter, squinting his eyes at the man across from you.

Everything suddenly falls silent, all eyes on Jimin. “If you wanna compliment her then I suggest you just go straight to the point.” He fakes a smile at him, however, Jinyoung was not about to back down.

“Jimin? Isn’t it quite ironic that you tell me to go straight to the point when you can’t even do it yourself?”

Jinyoung knows. He knows that Jimin likes you, it was obvious from the way he looks at you, from the way he acts around you. It was clear to him that he was in love with you, but he doesn’t seem to know why he’s unable to confess.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin grits, closing his hands into a fist.

“I think I do, Jimin,” Jinyoung snickers, “Anyway. What I was trying to say since I was rudely interrupted – will it be okay if we watch a movie together tomorrow?” he gives Jimin a scorching glare, “alone?”

“Sure! I—”

“No.”

You felt your heart drop down the floor. Whipping your head to face Jimin, you look at him with a disgusted expression, “Jimin? What do you mean ‘no’?”

He suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist with one hand, his eyes burning holes into yours, “I said, no.”

“Jimin, sorry dude, but you don’t really get to decide for Y/n.” Chungha retorts, “Who are you to say no?”

Jimin felt his heart clench from the harsh truth. He was nothing to you but your best friend. The atmosphere around the room gets thicker and thicker as each long minute passes. Everyone had their eyes on you and Jimin, offended from his words.

“Let Y/n do whatever she wants. If she wants to go out with Jinyoung then let her!” Namjoon tries to sound calm but fails at the last words.

“Jimin,” you say to him calmly, trying your best to handle the situation, “What’s wrong? Just tell me, I won’t be mad.” Jimin sees how your eyes grow wide, the desperation evident in them.

He shakes his head, frowning, “I-I can’t.”

You were about to reply before Jinyoung cuts you off, “So what do you say, Y/n? This time I’ll be the one treating you.”

Ignoring the way Jimin tightens his grip around your wrist, you smile at Jinyoung. “Sure, I’ll come.”

Jimin can’t take it anymore. He abruptly slams his hands on the table as he stands up. The loud noise he created caused multiple heads to turn to your groups’ table. “Jimin!” Yoongi warns, but he cancels his voice out of his mind.

“I’m finished eating. I’m gonna go home.”

Jimin gives you one, final look. You can catch the hurt and sadness in his eyes before he begins to walk away.

You stand up and try to catch him, “Jimin, wait!” but you got nowhere near him because Jinyoung’s hand catches your arm.

“Let him go. If he was really your best friend then he won’t do this to you.”

“B-But,” you stammer, feeling your chest tighten. You feel like everything was your fault, staring at Jimin’s back as he walks out of the restaurant. You waited for him to at least look back at you, yet he doesn’t.

“Y/n, let him be. This is supposed to be your day, remember?” Sunmi pouts, “Just enjoy your day, don’t let him bring you down.”

As Jimin brisk walks to the parking lot, feeling as if he was carrying weights on his shoulder. His mind was clouded in anger; towards Jinyoung, to you, and to himself. He feels betrayed yet he completely knows that he has no right to be.

He waits inside his car for a few minutes, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he waits for anything, something to happen. He can’t stop thinking about the way how Jinyoung looked at you like you were a piece of meat, he hates how you blushed every time he talked nicely to you. Hell, even the simplest things he did made him pissed. He hates the way Jinyoung teased him, he despites how he mocked him in front of everyone.

Jimin grunts loudly, his mind pounding harshly as he rests his forehead on the steering wheel. But every time he closes his eyes, you appear. He can imagine the way you smile, the sound of your laugh, your touch of your hands, your melodious voice, everything he loves about you made his heart ache.

Why can’t he just tell you how he really feels?

He waits in his car for a little bit over five minutes, figuring that you weren’t coming to talk to him. It was ridiculous for him to think that you would. He starts the engine and drives away.

“Jinyoung can drive her home,” Jimin mutters under his breath.

Jimin wasn’t responding to your texts. After the fight he and Jinyoung had earlier, Jimin thought it would be fun to ignore you.

Sure, what he did in front of everyone in the restaurant was wrong, and it was so low of him. He never acted like that in all your years of being friends, acting so possessive of you. There’s nothing wrong hanging out with another guy! You hang out with Namjoon and Yoongi all the time during work, how was Jinyoung different?

It was obvious that Jimin didn’t like him, but why was he acting out like this now? In your seven years of being best friends, he was always on good terms with your guy friends.

You check your phone endlessly tonight, hoping, praying that he will at least leave you on delivered. But he doesn’t.

Groaning loudly, you shut your eyes closed while you flop down on the soft comfort of your bed. You feel like your heart was about to burst any minute. You don’t want to lose your best friend.

Jimin feels like a piece of shit for leaving you. There was no excuse for him to act like that, letting go of his feelings and he allowed it to control him.

He just couldn’t hold back anymore.

He wants you.

He wants you for himself, and no one else.

Jimin knows that you’re a lovable person. You’re loved by many of your coworkers, and you were always so nice that it won’t be hard for you to make new friends. He’s selfish and he knows it, but he’s been hiding his feelings under the rocks for two years. Two years of jealousy, two years of enviousness, and it was hard. He always tried his best to keep you close, but it was difficult to be with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

And perhaps running away from you will let him run away from his feelings, too.

Finally opening his phone, his heart pounds loudly in his chest, feeling like absolute crap.

“I’m sorry, petal,” he breathlessly says, heart breaking into a million pieces. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

It’s been four days since you last talked with Jimin, and it’s been rough. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, because losing his presence scared you. Losing your best friend was more heartbreaking than any other relationship.

You missed your late-night calls with each other, talking about each other’s day, ranting about anyone and anything. You missed his presence, seeing his charming smile, hearing his delicate voice, his hugs and kisses, and his irritating teases. You didn’t know how much you adore him until he was gone.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, feeling a headache beginning to occur. Letting your elbows rest on your wooden desk, you cover your face behind your palms. You were so frustrated, totally ignoring the piles of paper in front of you. You had so much work to do that was due in a couple hours and you haven’t started on anything.

There was a sudden knock on your door, and you quickly shoot your head up. “Come in.”

Jinyoung appears with a black portfolio on his hands, greeting you with a kind smile. “Here are all of the records you asked for, Y/n.”

He approaches your desk and you grab the files, adding it onto your mountain of documents. “Thanks,” you say blankly.

“A-Are you okay?” Jinyoung asks carefully, trying not to piss you off.

“I, uh…” you stammer, huffing a heavy puff of breath. “I’m fine.”

Jinyoung doesn’t reply yet he suddenly approaches your desk, placing both of his hands on the table. Your eyes widen, gulping the lump in your throat. Jinyoung looks at you with a little grin on his face, his eyes sultry. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, Y/n,” he sighs, lowering down to rest his forearms. Your heart pumps rapidly in your chest when his face was mere inches away from yours. “I think it’s time for you to rest your mind for a little while…”

“Jinyoung, what are you saying?”

The smirk on his face doesn’t wipe away as he moves his face a little bit closer. You can smell his minty scent, refreshing your senses. Yes, you can agree that Jinyoung was pretty hot and he had the looks. He knows what to say to make anyone fall for him. But something feels wrong.

“I know what’s going through your head, babe. You can use me, you know that?”

“U-Use you? Jinyoung I don’t—”

He suddenly grabs the back of your face with his right hand, pulling you even closer so that your lips were centimeters away. He slowly bites his lip, making your stomach turn from the sight. “Use me to get your mind off of him.”

You were too tired to argue, too exhausted to fight him. But perhaps it’ll work.

So without thinking, you press your lips onto his.

Jinyoung chuckles in surprise, smiling into the kiss. He holds your face in his hands while you stand up, inviting more of him. He breaks the kiss for a couple of seconds to move around your table, approaching you. Your hands fly to his hair, his hands on your hips as you both continued your ministrations. Jinyoung groans when you tug on his locks, electrifying currents shooting down his back.

Suddenly, he lowers his hands until it reaches the bottom of your spine. “Is it okay if I…” without any warning, he drags his hands further down until he reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh!” you gasp, and Jinyoung uses your startled state to slip his tongue in, meeting yours.

This is wrong.

“Mmm, Y/n,” he mutters with a smirk, “I love how you taste.”

Jinyoung pushes your body up on the nearest wall and he traps your hands against it. He winks at you.

“Jinyoung, t-the door isn’t locked.”

“Oh, is that a problem babe?” he snickers, peppering kisses all over your neck, making you shut your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want people to see?” he tantalizes.

No.

“Jinyoung,” you whimper in protest, but he misunderstands it as a moan. His grip on your wrists was hard and firm, and you were slowly getting irritated. You didn’t want this, you want nothing but him.

Jimin.

“Jinyoung, please stop.”

You were shocked when he actually pulls away, a confused expression slapped on his face. “Y/n?”

“I-I,” you shake your head. You thought that kissing him might help you get rid of your tense feelings and thoughts yet it was only making things worse. You can’t focus on him, you just can’t. Your mind goes directly to Jimin, what he might think if he sees you like this, what he might feel.

“I can’t do this,” you laugh nervously, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says quietly while he nods his head. “I-uh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” the air thickens. You scratch the back of your neck timidly, “I have w-work to do.”

“Right.”

No one moves for a while, and you just wanted to crawl into a little ball and die from awkwardness.

He was the first one to move, giving you a quiet ‘see you later’. You hear the clicking of his shoes getting farther and farther away before he exits your office.

Running your hands through hair, you close your eyes in frustration.

What the fuck did you just do? Your mind was going crazy, wishing that you could just go back in time and stop him. This just made the situation worse.

Sitting back down on your chair while huffing a breath, you pull yourself closer to the desk and you unload the pile of papers. You tell yourself that you have to stop being so childish and start working, but truth be told – you just need a distraction.

You and Jimin were both cowards. That’s one thing you know for sure.

It has been a total of one week since you’ve last talked to your best friend, and every day was horrible. You never knew that you could miss someone this much.

“I can’t stand his behavior,” you groaned as you talked to Sunmi through the phone. You were drinking white wine on a Saturday night like the sad single moms you see on TV. “He doesn’t respond to any of my texts and calls. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.” You rant.

“He’s acting really childish, Y/n. He started the fight with Jinyoung and now he’s hiding from everything. It’s not even a big deal!”

Your mind backtracks to the moment where he was gripping your thighs so hard whenever Jinyoung was talking to you, and when he held you by your wrist. He was being so suspicious.

“I don’t get it,” you rub your face with your hand, “I don’t get how he can just hate Jinyoung when he doesn’t have any problems with my other male friends. He’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe Jimin knows him and they have a dark past together?”

“Wow, isn’t that too farfetched?”

“Who knows, Y/n.”

But you miss Jimin’s presence. A lot more than you expected.

“I just miss him, Sunmi. I can’t lose him now,” you shake your head, your heart getting heavy. “Not like this.”

You put your phone on loudspeaker, flipping your body over so now you were laying on your stomach. You cross your arms in front of you, burying your face in them. You wanted to cry.

“I miss him,” you whisper.

Jimin was a friend that everyone asks for. He was always there for you, taking care of you, loving you, adoring you. He was there during your ups and downs, being by your side during your best and worst moments. Jimin was all that you could ask for. He was never the one to judge you because he loves you for the way you are. You can never get bored when you hang out with him, his charming smile can make your day a thousand times better.

“Sunmi, can I tell you something?” you speak up after a few moments of silence.

“Of course Y/n, anything.”

“Jimin was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.”

Sunmi coos at your words, noticing how your voice cracked amid the sentence. “Aww, Y/n, Y/n,” she sighs, “You won’t lose him, silly. I know that he won’t throw your seven years of friendship away just like that. How about you just go talk to him in person? Go to his house and let him explain. C’mon, girl. You are both adults now, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You hated how you can only think of negative thoughts and outcomes. “And if he doesn’t answer? What if he just kicks me out?”

“Then keep trying.”

You gathered your courage to knock on his door, just the thought of him ditching you was making your chest hurt.

You stare at the black wooden door, holding your hand up.

Holding your breath, you knock at the door three times.

No response.

The cold wind blows and you can feel goosebumps arise from your skin. The breeze whooshes your hair that it covers your face, and you push the strands away with a puff. You quickly knock on the door again, louder this time, yet there was still nothing. Not even muffled footsteps to indicate that he was there.

“Please open the door,” you whine, about to knock once more but a sudden voice startled you.

“Y/n?” Eyes growing bigger from the realization for who it belongs, you turn around.

Your best friend stands there, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he looks at you with the same surprised expression. He was wearing black skinny jeans that enunciated his long legs, a black and white patterned bomber jacket plus a black cap. He looks good.

“Y/n, hello?” he raises his voice up, making you snap back to reality. “I asked why you are here.”

“I, well…” you gulp, “I want to have a talk with you.”

Your heart drops down low to the ground when Jimin scoffs bitterly. You step aside when he comes up to unlock the front door.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he snaps.

“Oh my god, are you actually serious?!” you raise your voice at him, stepping inside his house even though he didn’t tell you to. Jimin removes his hat and runs a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his face. You feel frightened when he suddenly throws the hat on the couch vigorously, turning his head to face you. His once soft features were replaced with rage and irritation.

“Go on then, yell at me,” he takes long strides towards you, your feet automatically walking backward. Your chest feels like it weighs a million pounds as his words stab daggers into your heart. “Go! Tell me how much of a fucking asshole I am to ignore you for a whole week. Shout at me for how immature I am, come on! Y/n, I know you want to—”

“Jimin, stop!” you yell, pushing at his chest. “I just want you to explain!”

“I told you already, I can’t.” Jimin turns his back on you, heading to his bedroom. You release a deep, exasperated sigh as you follow behind him.

“Why? What can’t you explain?!”

He doesn’t answer, silence filling the air. Jimin removes his jacket and places it on his bed, his short-sleeve shirt giving you a full view of his arms. You flutter your eyes away for a moment.

At least you saw him today. Even his presence made you feel better.

“Jimin, please?” you say softly, grabbing the courage to walk up to him. Jimin doesn’t look at you directly, putting his gaze on somewhere else as you grab a hold of his forearms. You notice his Adam’s apple bob when you do so.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” you grip his head, applying a gentle force to turn his head to you.

He wasn’t angry anymore, you can see it in his eyes. But this time was different. He looks… vulnerable. Your heart smashes into a million shards when you see the sad glint in his eyes.

“You don’t know a thing.” He mutters underneath his breath, voice low.

“Then tell me!” you plead, eyebrows knitting together. You don’t let him get away from your hold as you keep him close to you. You were not going to let him run away again, not ever.

Jimin closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. You wonder what this thing that was bothering him could be.

“I love you.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“I-I love you too, Jimin, and you know that—!”

“No, no, Y/n.” he unexpectedly holds your hand tightly, letting him tower over you as he slowly pushes your back against the wall. He traps you there, your hands in between the two of you. “I love you more than a friend. And it scares the fuck out of me that if I tell you this, you’ll leave.”

“Jimin…” you try to comprehend all that he said, but your mind was clouded in too many thoughts all at once.

“I tried, fuck,” he turns away for a second, finding it hard to look at you. “I tried to fucking distance myself from you in hopes that my feelings will disappear, but it only made everything worse.”

You don’t respond, allowing him to continue.

“I only wanted you more.”

You can feel his hand tremble as your own turns sweaty. Jimin loves you.

But how can you tell that you love him back?

“I’m such an idiot for running away, Y/n. I’m a coward who can’t face his own feelings. I was scared because my feelings for you were getting worse. Jinyoung…” he looks at the ceiling, sighing, “Jinyoung was, I guess, my last straw. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the thought of you being happy with some other guy. My selfishness was taking the best of me and I wanted you for myself. It’s so hard for me to say it because I’m afraid to lose you.”

“H-How,” you swallow, forcing yourself not to cry. “How long?”

Jimin understands your question as he gives you a sympathetic smile, “Two years, petal.”

Your body slumps as you frown, guilt occupying your body that he had his feelings longer than you. Jimin endured a lot of heartaches and hurt during those long two years, but he loves to be around with you. That was the only thing that kept him going.

Jimin’s eyes widen when you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His heart warms in his chest as he releases a light chuckle, hugging you back. Your press your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I love you too.”

Then, Jimin’s body goes stiff.

Did he hear correctly?

Were his ears deceiving him?

You giggle when you feel him stop breathing, looking up to meet his gaze. “I love you too, Jimin. More than you can think of.”

“T-tell me that you’re serious, Y/n.” he holds your chin gently, hoping that you won’t look away, “Don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“What are you saying, Jimin,” you playfully smack his arm, “I’m not joking. I have feelings for you too.”

Jimin’s heart swells in happiness, getting a huge weight off of his shoulders. His face blushes in red, smiling like an idiot, “Really?”

“Really.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Petal, don’t mess with me,” he suddenly lowers his tone as if scolding you.

“I’m not!” you giggle, “I’m in love with you too, Park Jimin.”

A loud squeal leaves your lips when he surprisingly wraps his strong arms around your hips and lifts you up in the air. He spins you around and around, a wide smile plastered on his face as he admires your reaction. You laugh, swinging your arms around his neck for support as you tilted your head back. Wiggling your legs, you try to squirm but he grips your tighter.

Your heart swells in joy.

“Jimin! Put me down!” you yelp when he doesn’t stop spinning you. Jimin laughs uncontrollably before flopping your bodies down on his bed. Eyes growing wide, your breath hitches up when the proximity between your faces was at least three inches away.

His smile doesn’t falter, eyes shining like a child who just received candy.

“So…”

“So?”

“I guess it’s finally time to call you my girlfriend, huh?”

Nodding your head shyly, you feel your face warms up as a blush forms your cheeks. Jimin sees this and coos at you, “Aww, someone’s blushing! You like it when I call you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you mutter timidly. “A lot.”

Jimin sighs and plops beside you. He grabs a pillow and places it underneath your heads. Slinging his left arm around your body, he tugs you close for a cuddle. You and Jimin cuddled before, of course, but you feel something different this time.

You snuggle your face into his body, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had feelings for me at the time? Were you just as scared as I was?” Jimin asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You chuckle, “Unlike you, I actually just couldn’t get myself to admit. I was always trying to throw my feelings at the back of my head because I was afraid that it was impossible for you to like me back. But I was wrong.” You tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a cheerful smile, “We’re always so intimate, you know? Like you can kiss me on the cheeks and I can kiss you on the cheeks, you’ve seen me half-naked and I’ve seen you half-naked, I know how big your di—”

“Y/n! Oh my fucking god,” he cuts you off by placing a hand above your mouth, stopping your words, “Shush!”

You push his hand away, a smirk on your face, “Anyway, what I was saying… we’re so close.” your heart flutters when Jimin starts to caress your cheek lovingly, feeling butterflies inside your stomach from his simple action. “And I’m glad that we’re finally official, petal. I can kiss you whenever I want now, letting the world know you’re mine.”

Today marks the company’s 85th anniversary, and Mr. Lim decides to treat all employees for drinks at one of South Korea’s most luxurious bars – The Southside Parlor. And of course, you and your friend didn’t back out.

Chuckling, you place your phone back on your bedside table. Your friends had no idea that you and Jimin were a thing now, and you decide to drop the good news later this evening.

Slipping on the short, satin red dress, your mind wonders if your outfit is too revealing. Is it too inappropriate?

‘Fuck it’, you thought.

You only have Jimin to impress.

You curl your hair into natural-looking waves, your short hair falling right above your shoulders. Then, you apply a good amount of makeup and of course a red lipstick to top it all off. You quickly snap a mirror selfie of you and your chosen outfit before sending it to the group chat.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, covering your mouth from Namjoon’s little comment. You couldn’t hold back the laughter as you shake your head in dismay.

You grabbed your purse and went to put all of your necessary items; your phone, wallet – even though the drinks are free – mints, and of course, lipstick.

A sudden knock on your door sends shivers running down your spine, knowing exactly who it was. Quickly putting on your heels, you make your way to the front door of your apartment to welcome Jimin.

“Hi!” you pull the door open, greeting him with a big smile. Your eyes sparkle when you study how good he looks, wearing a black long sleeve button-down shirt tucked in some tight black slacks that really makes you want to focus your attention on his crotch area. Nice.

But there was no response from him. He furrows his brows as he rakes your body up and down, licking his lips slowly

You giggle, a tint of red forming on your cheeks. “Jimin, are you checking—”

“You’re not going out wearing that.”

Immediately, you roll your eyes from his sour words. Crossing your arms together, you lean on one hip, “And why not?” you challenge.

A smug smirk appears on his face, right eyebrow raising in authority. You were not going to lie, but his reaction turned you on. He slowly walks over to your figure, shutting the door behind him. But what shocks you is when you heard a little ‘click’ of the doorknob, indicating that he just locked the door.

“U-Uh,” your mouth instantly dries up, but you try your best to keep your composure. “Why am I n-not supposed to wear this, huh?”

Jimin’s gaze suddenly turns sultry, as if a switch was ignited inside of him. He looks at your body, taking his time to check you out from bottom to top. And that man, oh god, he was biting his lip. He knows what he was doing to you, he knows that you’ll feel butterflies, he knows that it’ll turn you on.

“Hmm,” he hums, shuffles closer until he’s got his arms around your hips. He tugs you closer until your bodies were pressed against each other. You can feel your palms starting to sweat, knees wobbly like jelly. “You really wanna know why?”

“Y-Yeah,” the way you stuttered so easily made your cheeks blush, and you quickly cover it off by clearing your throat. You tilt your head up a little bit, making it seem like his actions didn’t bother you at all when it was clearly the opposite. “Yes. Tell me.”

Without any warning, Jimin grabs the back of your neck and he moves his head right in front of your left ear. With the sudden closeness, you can feel his hot breath hitting against your skin, causing small little bumps to appear on your arms and legs.

“Because I don’t want any other men to look at how fucking hot and beautiful you are.”

He doesn’t even let you reply as he pushes you against the door, trapping your arms above your head, your purse dropping to the floor. Your breath stops when he suddenly places fervent kisses all over your neck, making you release quiet moans in pleasure. Your nerves were on fire as you feel his soft, plump lips on your skin, your fantasies finally coming to life.

“Call me possessive, call me controlling, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls “You need to know that this body right here,” he runs a hand down your spine and onto your butt, giving your asscheek a firm squeeze, “belongs to me.”

“J-Jimin, oohh,” you whimper when he continues to mark your neck, for sure leaving hickeys and bite marks. He was marking you as his, letting everyone know that you’re his property. You can feel him smirk every time he leaves a purple bruise on your skin, knowing that he’s the only one that can see you like this.

“You’re too fucking sexy to share, petal. And this dress? Fucking hell baby,” he breathes out a slight groan, “I can’t let you go without fucking you.”

His words ignite a fire in your stomach and you don’t waste any more time, pulling him into a kiss. Jimin immediately grins, lips molding together, tasting your lips as if it was his last time to ever do so. He cups your face while you run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he likes it.

You groan when he bites your bottom lip all of the sudden, tugging on the soft flesh with his teeth. He chuckles when he hears you mewl, his dick growing hard under his tight dress pants. “Jimin, please,” you beg, “more.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He swiftly picks you up bridal style, earning a squeal from you as he brings you to the bedroom.

He removes your shoes and gently plops you down on the bed, but then a sudden thought invades your mind. Faking a pout, you say in a little voice, “What about the free drinks?”

Jimin scoffs, unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth waters from the sight of him. He likes your reaction, slipping the top off his toned body. “What do you care more about, petal? Drinks, or…” he hovers above you, slowly grazing his lips right above your own, “my dick?”

You almost want to laugh out loud, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Smirking, you reply, “How about both?”

“Oh petal, need to stuff that smart little mouth of yours my cock, huh?” he groans, removing his pants all the way down. He kneels on the bed in front of you and signals you to get up, “on all fours, baby.”

Your cunt clenches around thin air when you were face to face with his covered cock, the outline of his hard shaft evident in his tight briefs. He palms himself for a moment, using his other hand to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, “Look at me,” you obey, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he smirks, “you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed about this. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock so nicely, taking my cock so deep down that throat, can you handle it baby?”

With each word, your pussy seems to get wetter and wetter, drenching your poor little underwear. You whimper, nodding your head. Just the thought of him tilting his head back in pure pleasure, his hands on your hair, forcing you down on his dick made you hornier and needy for him.

“Take my cock out, petal.”

Without saying anything more, you lift your hands to tug his briefs down, his cock finally springing out, slightly hitting your face. You gasp when you saw how big and thick it was, veins prominent as a little bit of precum dripped down from the tip. With your mouth agape, Jimin uses this chance to grab his base and rub his head against your lips, smearing the precum all over your mouth.

“Mhmm, fuck,” he grunts, “my pretty little baby. Have you thought about this, hm? Ever fantasized about sucking my cock?”

Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you smile lustfully, “Yeah, every time you wear those dress pants or your grey sweats. Just whenever you dress up and down basically, I can’t get the thought out of my head. Everything’s just hot about you, to be quite honest, whenever you—”

“God this fucking mouth just doesn’t shut up, huh?” he suddenly grabs a bunch of your hair, tilting your head back forcefully. You release a whine from the sting, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. “Open,” he growls, and you obey. “Suck on my dick like a good girl.”

Jimin gasps when you wrap your lipstick-stained mouth around his cock, lathering your tongue around his head teasingly. Covering his dick with your spit, you suck deeper, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Without losing eye contact, you give him a playful wink.

“Little slut,” he tsk-ed as he abruptly thrusts his hips, making you gag. The sound created deep waves of pleasure all over Jimin’s body, riling him up. “Don’t you try to tease me, petal.” He grips your hair tighter, shoving more of his cock down your throat, “We both know who’s in control here.”

“Mnggf,” you mumble, forcing your eyes open as it grows heavier and heavier with him pushing your head closer to his pubic bone, gagging and choking around his cock. Spit dribbles down from your chin, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to wipe your saliva with his thumb. He sucks on the digit seductively, making direct eye contact with you. You mewled from the hot sight, eyes watering.

Jimin grunts as he starts to fuck your throat, your red lips trying to take his dick made him crazy. He leans forward, forcing your head all the way, and he hikes your dress up to your waist. He suddenly delivers a harsh, loud spank on your ass. You gag uncontrollably, your stomach fluttering as he spanks you for a second time.

“This ass is mine, petal, yeah? You belong to me.”

He pulls his cock out for a moment to let you breath, slapping the head right against your cheek. You felt so dirty, but you like the feeling of being used.

Opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out, Jimin slaps his dick against the wet muscle. He groans from the feeling, tugging on your hair harshly. “Dirty little slut,” he chuckles, “you love my dick, hm?”

He thrusts in and out, ignoring your gags, ignoring how your hands fumbled to grab a hold of the sheets. Your pussy was dripping wet, clit throbbing in need.

He forces your head down until your nose touches his pubic bone once again, before finally pulling out. A thick, messy string of saliva connects from your wet lips and to the tip of his cock. Jimin growls, “Fuck, such a cockslut you are. You wanna be fucked baby? You want me to fuck you hard and rough, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you instantly reply with a slightly hoarse voice, “Want your cock in me.”

A fire ignites inside Jimin’s veins and he suddenly snaps, flipping your body down so that you lay on your back. He roughly hikes your dress up, impatient. “All I can think about if we went to the party is ripping this dress off of you. You wouldn’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head no, biting your lip.

He helps you pull the piece of clothing off, raising his brows up when he sees that you’re not even wearing a bra. He tilts his head to the side and sighs, “Ah, petal, you’re so fucking beautiful. A reason not to share you with anyone.” Quickly diving his head down, he wraps his mouth around your perked nipple as his hand occupied the other one. He nips on the erect bud with his teeth, smirking when he hears you squeal. He flicks his tongue fervently up and down, sending quick shocks of pleasure to your core.  

“Mhmm, Jimin, please, please fuck me already,” you beg, but he only chuckles.

“Is that all you can do to beg, petal? C’mon my baby girl can do much better than that.”

Your boyfriend crawls down, his face right in front of your wet pussy. He groans, inhaling your scent. He sees the wet patch on your panties, and he uses his fingers to delicately stroke your pussy against the thin clothing. You involuntarily close your legs together, but he firmly pushes it back open with a grunt. “Keep your legs open for me, petal.”

Bringing his hand to your core, he uses his thumb to gently apply pressure on your needy clit. He bites his lip, inspecting your reaction.

Your cheeks were flushed, eyebrows contorted in frustration, “Please…” you whisper.

“I told you petal, beg.”

“A-aahh, Jimin! Oh god!” He suddenly prods his tongue right on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud. He wasn’t using any hands, just his tongue accompanied by the friction of your panties. The corner of his mouth crooks up, liking how your buck your hips up in need, tugging his hair.

“Beg.” He growls, finally pushing your underwear down. His eyes shine with lust when he sees that your pussy was dripping in slick. “Beg, or I won’t fuck you.”  

You find it difficult to talk when he was licking bold stripes from your entrance and up to flick on your clit, your heart pounding out of your chest. You try your best to speak despite all of your moans and whines of pleasure. His tongue was so long. His eyes staring at you with a menacing look that made your cunt clench around nothing. He flicks your clit frantically, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Please, Jimin, please fuck me. Fuck me rough – ohh yeah – fuck me however you want, I don’t care. Please – aahh! Just let me feel your cock inside me. Please please please, Jimin, I’m begging you!”  He gives one final suck on your clit, pulling at it with his lips. You almost came then and there.

He chuckles, stroking your thigh, “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

Jimin flips you over and instructs you to be on your hands and knees. He grunts when your pussy was out there all in display, just for him. “Fuck, so pretty,” he runs his hand on your ass, admiring your curves and your wet cunt, “Only for me.” A hand comes down your butt once again, spanking you.

He positions his cock right against your entrance, teasingly prodding his tip in and out of your pussy. You whimper, wiggling your ass in need.

“Ah ah ah,” he warns, slapping your ass again, harder. Your body jolts forward from the sudden harsh blow. “Stay still.”

He teases the head in and out of your hole, coating the tip with your wetness. Your arms claw on the sheets in desire, your stomach curling. His dick stretches you out real good. The girth of his cock made you feel blissful as your cunt tried its best to take it all. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, gripping your hips possessively as he pushes further in. “Holy fuuuuck,” he draws out, smirking as he feels your pussy sucking him in, “you feel so fucking good, petal.”

He watches how your entrance stretches around his cock deliciously, your juices covering his shaft. “Shit, look at you, cunt so good for me, hm?” he starts to thrust in a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust, “Cunt feels so fucking good.”

“Mhmm, l-love your cock,” you stutter while your arms fail you to keep your strength, your upper body falling onto the sheets, ass up in the air.

The new position caused Jimin to go deeper, hitting all the right nerves that’ll make you closer to your edge. He fucks you faster and harder, his grip obviously leaving red marks on your skin from how tight he was holding you, sweat forming on both of your bodies.

He was thrusting his hips so hot and blissfully, making your cunt clench around him. Jimin grunts, “Oh, fucking hell petal, do that again or I’ll cum inside you.”

His words send currents throughout your body, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his dirty words did something to you. Jimin gasps, feeling how you clench around him again, but this time tighter.

“Ohh, you like that, huh? Like being a disobedient brat?” he growls while leaning closer to your ear, fucking you balls deep.

“Jimin! Yes, fuck,” you pant, your hips meeting his as you felt his balls slap against your pussy with each thrust.

“Mhmm, you like the thought of my cum inside you, huh? Filling you up? Make this tummy round with my kids? Your pussy trying to take all of my cum, trying its best to keep it all in.” Jimin chuckles darkly, snaking a hand down to play with your clit.

“Yeah, o-oh my god!”

“What a filthy little slut I have right here, huh?” your body shudders when he carelessly slaps your clit, the action bringing your orgasm closer. He does it again, harder, as he bites the shell of your ear, “You want your tight pussy to be drenched in cum, yeah? Ohh you like that?” he laughs, his tone as if mocking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, let me cum Jimin,” you say breathlessly, burying your face on the mattress as your hands gripped on the white sheets. Jimin feels your cunt tightening, and he allows you. “Go, petal. You can cum.”

“Fuck yes,” your jaw drops when a powerful rush of intense pleasure erupt from your core and throughout your body, your mind going blank as you can only focus on the euphoric feeling. But Jimin doesn’t stop. He controls his own edge and he flips you on your back, your legs finally relaxing but the burn from your previous orgasm doesn’t go away.

“Jimin, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you huff, knowing that you’re already going to hell anyway so you can curse all that you like.

“One more, petal. Cum around my fat cock one more time.”

He fucks you harder and rougher that you did not even know was possible. He uses his right hand to cup your cheek as he props his forearms down between your head. Jimin whispers in your ear, “You know I’m not actually going to cum inside you, yeah?”

You still find the energy to giggle at him but was immediately cut off when he starts pounding his dick right on your g-spot. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him more room to fuck you. “I-I know, aaahhh shit, I’m not r-ready to have kids.”

“I know, but remember that you’re gonna have them with me.”

Your heart suddenly flutters uncontrollably from his sentence.

A painful pleasure starts to form down your core, your cunt covering his dick with your previous orgasm as he fucks you into another one. Jimin looked so good, some strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his pretty lips bruised from all of the lip bites while his expression was just hot. He longed for this in so long, and he’s taking all of the time in the world to fuck you.

The temperature in the room gets hotter and hotter, your bodies sticky with sweat but none of you cares. He grabs a hold of your left leg and hikes it upon his shoulder, providing him a new position, his dick reaching places that were never been touched before. Your breath hikes up, back arching in immense pleasure while Jimin groans. “Yeah, that’s it, feel my dick so deep inside you? Bet no one’s ever fucked you this good?”

He gives you one particular, hard thrust, making you throw your head back. “Answer me petal, do I make you feel good?”

“Mmm, yes, oh god. Y-you’re the fucking best, Jimin.”

“Good girl,” he praise, feeling his balls getting heavier, his climax drawing closer, “This cunt is mine, get it? Mmmh, you’re mine and only mine. No one will get to look at you like this, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

Your second orgasm blows harder than the first, your hands coiling into tight fists and your toes curling from the intense pleasure bomb. It stings, yet the pain was intoxicatingly good. You were making a mess on the sheets, drenching his cock further. “Shit, that’s good, keep creaming on my cock like that baby, yeaaah.”

His thrusts were getting sloppier, signaling that he was close. He croons his head down to your neck and starts to lick the purple bruises he marked earlier. Groans and moans fill the air, and the wet squelching sounds of his cock pounding your pussy drove the two of you crazy.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “I’m gonna cum, petal. Shit, where do you want me?”

“S-Somewhere not in my vagina, Jimin,” you choked.

You can catch him roll his eyes, making you grin. He pulls out and starts to pump his messy cock, using your juices as lubrication as he brings himself to his edge. Jimin throws his head back, watching him spurt his hot cum on your stomach, some up to your chin. He came so hard, his biceps and abs flexing in the process. “Holy fuuuuuck, petal,” he grunts as he kept going. You watch him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily as you tried your best to relax.

Jimin pumps himself until the very last drip, plopping down beside you. He runs a hand over his face, huffing out a breath, “Oh my fucking god, you’re the best, petal.” He turns his head to give you a gentle kiss, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, there’s no need for thanks, Jimin. But I’d suggest you clean me up—”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, got it.” He quickly scrambles to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You giggle when you stare at his bare ass. 

Even his butt was bigger than yours.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! I love you <3

[acnelli]

The Beholder

This is one of my entries for the @romioneficfest 2021. Please check out all of the submitted stories; you can find them HERE.

A huge shout-out to @divagonzo for hosting this fest again. Just like last year it provided me with so many lovely ficlets to read, written by talented and creative authors.

Thank you, @curlyy-hair-dont-care, for beta-reading this story! <3

Rating: T

Warnings: implied sexual content, body image

Prompt: Ron catches Hermione in a moment of self-doubt

Summary: Hermione is not happy with the way she looks in her new lingerie.

You can also read this story on AO3 and FFN.

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Hermione stood in front of the large mirror in their bedroom, a prominent frown on her face. She let her hands glide over the black lace of the undergarments she bought today. It was a spontaneous decision, one she already regretted as the flimsy material showed in painful obviousness how her body had changed over the last couple of years. 

She never had been a person who spent much time caring for her appearance. Her mother had not used make-up and Hermione figured this was the reason she never picked up an interest in using it every day, save for some special occasions where she put on some mascara and lipstick.

And the battle with her bushy hair had been given up a long time ago. Something Ron was vocally happy about since he kept on insisting he preferred her hair in its wild, curly state.

It was their wedding anniversary today, meaning they would go out for some fancy dinner. A real treat when parenting two kids, who were six- and four years old. The little dragons were at Ginny and Harry's tonight and Hermione wanted to make the most out of having the house all to themselves. And what better way to spice up their much-needed alone time with some sexy, rather uncomfortable lingerie?

Again, she examined her thighs showing above the stockings, her hands brushing over her hips and down to her bum, gripping the cheeks. Her once petite body wasn't petite anymore. Instead of the small, round arse she used to show off in tight jeans or a nice pencil skirt, there were wide hips and stretch marks. Where there had been a flat belly, her tummy now hid some of the knicker's waistband at the front.

Why she chose today to acknowledge this was beyond her, but Hermione shook her head and decided to put on a lace nightgown instead later, hoping her mood would brighten again by the time Ron would come home from work.

Sighing in defeat she gave her reflection one last sad look before quickly reaching for the bra clasp, determined to get out of the flimsy underwear to dress for their night out.

"Not so fast."

Hermione stopped in her tracks and whipped around towards the bedroom door where Ron was leaning against the door frame.

"Ron! I did not hear you coming home." Hermione stammered, her eyes wide and her hands trying to find a position that would provide the most cover to her half naked body.

She could already feel the heat of the oncoming blush flushing her cheeks as Ron smirked at her, still standing at the door with his arms crossed in front of him.

"I'd rather you leave this task to me," Ron said, pointing at Hermione's black lace bra.

"I just-," Hermione's voice faltered a bit and she took a second to clear her throat, trying to appear slightly more dignified than she felt, "This doesn't fit."

"It seems to fit rather fine," Ron objected as he slowly walked towards her, "These are new, aren't they?"

Hermione nodded and turned back to the mirror as Ron walked up behind her. Watching the reflection of her husband and herself she couldn't help but complain about the unfairness. "How can you eat more than everyone else, but still be so skinny? I just have to look at a piece of chocolate nowadays and it immediately adds to my midriff."

Automatically, her arms slung around said body section but Ron caught her wrists, uncovering her waist and belly again. He stepped even closer until he stood flush against Hermione's back and wrapped her into his arms from behind. A soft moan escaped her lips at the feeling of Ron's hard body pressed up against her.

She usually loved the sight of his pale, freckled skin standing out starkly against her bronze complexion and usually, she would take her time admiring them for a minute. The only thing she could focus on today though was the way her body hid Ron's mid-section, so much slimmer than hers.

Still, she closed her eyes as Ron's hands started to glide down her sides and rested on her thighs, stroking the skin right above the lace of her stockings. His big hands always felt so good.

"So, you'll ditch me should I get fat?"

Her eyes snapped open and found Ron's blue ones looking back at her, a mischievous glint in them. "Of course, not!" She rolled her eyes at him.

"Because," Ron placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, "You apparently think a little body fat makes one less attractive. And since I don't plan to reduce my sugar intake, it's not entirely impossible that you'll have to deal with a bigger version of me someday."

"Like that will ever happen," Hermione raised an eyebrow at him but couldn't suppress a smirk, "Your arse will be skinny and tiny forever. A bean pole for eternity. Plus, I didn't marry you for your stellar body."

Ron barked out a laugh but a second later he continued roaming his hands all over Hermione's body. His touch made her tingle all over and combined with his intense gaze meeting her in the mirror, she almost forgot about her imperfect body parts.

"Hermione," Ron said with a hint of demand lacing his voice, making sure Hermione was looking him into his eyes, "you know I think you're fucking gorgeous, right?" He gave her tummy a light squeeze.

"As my husband, you have to say that." Hermione put her own hands over Ron's.

"As your husband, it's my duty to tell you when you're being mental," he told her, sweeping Hermione's curls to one side and started to kiss the now exposed side of her neck, "And if you think my mouth didn't go completely dry the second I saw you in these," He traced one of her bra straps to emphasize his words, "I sure as hell need to remind you how beautiful you are."

"I'm having a hard time finding myself beautiful nowadays," Hermione admitted as she lowered her head to the side to give Ron easier access for his kisses and nibbles on her soft skin.

"Well, they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Ron said and when he squeezed her breasts through the bra, Hermione couldn't help but be happy about one positive side effect of gaining weight; her boobs filled out more and especially wrapped in black lace, they looked mouth-watering, even to herself.

"So, let this beholder show you exactly how damn sexy he thinks you are," Ron whispered as he let one of her bra straps glide down over her shoulder and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

Unsurprisingly, they missed their anniversary dinner, as Ron took his time, showing in great detail how much he loved every inch of Hermione Granger-Weasley.

[westallenfun]

Home for Christmas - 3/3

WestAllen secret santa gift

From: @backtothestart02

For: @cheryls-blossomed

Merry Christmas, Mailina! I did my best to write up a short multi rom-com au for you. I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday!!

Chapter 3 -

Barry looked down at the sled they’d used as children and knew immediately that it wasn’t going to work. The pained look on his face only lessened slightly when he saw how excited Iris was beside him.

“Iris, no,” he tried, but she turned to him with an adorable pout on her face and her fingers folded beneath her chin.

He laughed.

“There’s no way we can fit on this anymore.”

Her pout only deepened.

“Iris! Just…just look.”

He picked up the sled that now only fell to his knees and was skinnier than the width of his body.

Iris held in a chuckle when he held it flat against his body. She pursed her lips tightly before getting control of herself.

“You’re not laying down in it, Barry. Just your legs and your butt have to fit into it.”

“My legs are too long for it!” he squeaked. “And where will you go?”

“Between your legs,” she said easily. “Or…on your lap if that doesn’t work.”

“Iris.” He sighed.

“Just…trust me.” She took his hand in hers and pulled him with her down the block towards the park with the huge snow hill. “We didn’t get all dressed up in snowpants and snow gear to bail now.”

“Can’t we just…rent a new sled? One that will fit both of us?”

She laughed. “It’s a park, Barry, not a ski lodge.”

He groaned but walked with her the rest of the way. In no time they were at the park and at the top of the hill. It was fairly large for a park hill, and luckily wide across too, because kids from all around were scattered about waiting to go. But Barry stood where he was, staring down at the child’s sled and deeply regretting letting Iris talk him into this.

“Sit,” Iris ordered.

“I’m not gonna fit, Iris.”

“I don’t think your hips are as wide as you think they are.”

He glanced at her and noticed she was on the verge of laughter again. Was he really so funny? Maybe he was just funny-looking. Heat swallowed up his cheeks, though they were already pink from the cold so luckily Iris couldn’t tell he was blushing.

“Just try it.”

He groaned but did as he was told, and to his surprise, his butt fit into the sled just fine. It was snug, but it still fit. He was pleased until he sensed Iris practically gloating over him.

“Just get on,” he muttered.

She laughed and sat in front of him on his lap. There wasn’t really room between his legs, as he’d predicted. But her butt was nestled perfectly on his crotch, and she was ready to go. Barry did his best to think of anything but her butt fitting so nicely on top of him. It wasn’t easy, but he was determined not to make this any more awkward than it had occasionally been.

“So, how do we go now?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Well, you push us,” she said, as if it was obvious.

“How do I-”

“Put your hands on either side of you in the snow and push.”

He sighed testily but did as he was told.

“I don’t think this is going to wo-”

Before he could finish his sentence, a swift kick from the person behind them hit the back of the sled, and off they went flying down the hill, nearly toppling over from one side to the next with the weight of the two of them rocking the sled.

“Ahhh!” Barry cried, as Iris squealed in delight.

She took his hands tightly clutching the sides of the sled and wrapped them around her waist. He could hardly breathe. Her coat was puffy, but he could somehow feel her figure beneath the cushy material. It made him dazed and forget all about the size of the sled they were in.

“Oh, that was great! Wasn’t it?” Iris easily hopped out of the sled, pulling his arms free of her. “Barry.”

He blinked. “What?” He looked up at her.

“Wasn’t that great?” she emphasized.

He blinked a few more times, then said, “Yeah, great.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You’re impossible.” She pulled him up out of the sled, even though it stuck to his behind for a few moments before dropping to the ground. “Just like I remember you,” she said breathlessly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He knew why. They were unbelievably close to each other’s faces until he straightened knees and stood up fully. He knew why it would rattle him, but why should it rattle Iris?

“Want to get some hot chocolate?” he asked, gesturing to the small stand that was set up on the far side of the park. He was sure Iris would want to take the sled down the snow hill more than once, but if he could help it, maybe they could wait a while before trying again.

“Sure.”

She smiled tremulously, confusing him, but she still took her hand in his and headed across the park to the hot chocolate stand. Iris paid, given that Barry was broke, and he looked at her apologetically. She brushed it off as nothing. She wanted to treat him, she said. Then they found a bench a little way’s away from the crowd of kids and took a seat.

“Thanks for this, Iris. It’s really nice.”

“No problem.”

She smiled and brought the hot chocolate to her lips. They drank in silence for a while until Iris apparently spotted a chocolate stain above Barry’s upper lip and reached to remove it, removing her glove first.

Barry’s lips parted in surprise at the movement, and Iris ended up brushing his lips before she pulled her hand back and quickly slipped it back inside her glove.

“Umm…” Barry tried.

“You had a uh…hot chocolate mustache.” Iris cleared her throat.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

Iris fiddled with her hands in her lap, avoiding his gaze, which set off warning bells in Barry’s head.

Had he done something wrong?

“Iris…”

“Yeah?” Her head whipped around, and she quickly looked up at him.

He adjusted her scarf, so it was wrapped more snugly around her neck.

“Is something wrong?”

She bit her bottom lip, and their eyes met. All of a sudden all else faded away, and Barry had never been so sure of something in all his life. Iris didn’t move, but he did, descending towards her face with certainty and all intention of kissing her.

“Barry-”

“I’m in love with y-”

“I have a boyfr…iend.”

Her eyes opened, and she stared deeply into his eyes, removing her hand from his chest.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids,” he said, unthwarted by her confession.

“I’m bringing him to the party,” Iris said, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Barry licked his lips.

“Do you regret this week?” he asked, referring of course to the three full days they’d spent hanging out.

“No!” she said quickly. “Absolutely not. I just…”

“No kissing,” he finished her thought.

She swallowed. “Right.”

“Got it.” He paused. “Can I kiss your cheek at least?”

“…I guess.”

So, Barry leaned in and pressed his lips to her icy cold cheek, warming it a little. Iris’ eyes closed, and she savored the touch.

She knew in that moment, she was in big, big trouble.

…

Christmas Eve came the next day. And despite the fact that Barry and Iris had had a very pleasant rest of the day the day before, they didn’t so much as share a phone call the next day. Iris began to worry that she’d been too harsh with him, but thinking about their uncomfortable conversation at the park, she couldn’t think of any other way it could’ve been handled.

The truth was, the reason they’d even gotten into the predicament they were in was largely due to her own confused mind. Because from the minute she’d seen him inside her old bedroom and the name linked with his handsome figure had clicked, she’d been unable to stop thinking about him.

Barry Allen. Her best friend from childhood. The first boy she’d had a crush on. The Barry she’d put on such a high pedestal in her mind and heart that none of the boys she’d dated had even come close to. And the more time she spent with him over the course of the last few days, the more time she wanted to spend with him.

She didn’t want him to leave after the holiday. She wanted him to leave whatever life he’d left behind two states away and stay in Central City with her.

Not in her apartment! Not unless he wanted to. Not if-

If you had a boyfriend, Iris West? Because you do. His name is Eddie Thawne.

But they’d only been dating a month.

Eddie was attractive and sweet, and he adored her. Up until this week, she thought she felt the same.

I do feel the same…

Then why did she hesitate?

Because you’re in love with your best friend. Duh.

When she got dressed that evening, she didn’t get dressed for Eddie. When she chose the velvet red off-the-shoulder dress that hit at mid-thigh with ruby lipstick, dangly earrings, and three-inch black high heels, she hadn’t been thinking of Eddie. When she bought presents earlier in the week, the one she thought of with more care wasn’t Eddie’s. All of it was Barry’s.

Barry’s return to her life had sparked something in her that grew more with every day. In fact, it wasn’t until their official almost-kiss that she remembered she even had a boyfriend. She’d had to fill in Eddie before the party as to why she’d been so MIA this week. He understood, but he didn’t really, and she knew she had to explain it to him as soon as possible.

Sitting on his lap on the couch in the living room, Iris spoke almost to herself when she said, “I think we have to break up.”

“Hmm?” Eddie asked, seemingly having not heard her.

Reluctantly, she turned on his lap to meet his eyes.

“I think we have to break up.”

His lips parted.

“What?”

“I’m in love with someone else.”

“Who?” he asked, incredulous. “Your best friend?”

She winced and gave him a look that said well, yeah.

“You’ve only been with him three days! And before that you hadn’t seen him for 15 years! And you were kids. Kids don’t-”

“Fall in love?” she offered.

His eyebrows narrowed.

“Well, I never fell in love at 10 years old.”

“Maybe you never met anyone special.”

“Iris!” His voice rose.

“Shh!” She stood to her feet and pulled him to his, leading him into the dining room where currently no one else inhabited. “Don’t cause a scene.”

He scoffed.

“I’m sorry, but you’re the one breaking up with me. I should get something out of it.”

She glared and propped one hand on her hip.

“I was going to kiss you under the mistletoe, Iris. I bought a really nice present for you.”

“I bought a present for you too! I’ll still give it to you!”

He scoffed again. “Forget it. Not if you’re breaking up with me. I don’t want it.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sure about this?”

She nodded. “I am.”

“Because we have something really good going here.”

“I know we do.”

“I’m not going to take you back if a week from now you decide whatever you’re feeling right now wasn’t real.”

“But it is real,” she insisted. “It’s more real than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“More real than your feelings for me?”

“I don’t think I…have feelings for you anymore.”

His jaw dropped. “Iris! Just last week you-”

“I know, I know! You don’t think I know how crazy this sounds? I do! But…”

“But what?”

“Barry is leaving in two days. Unless I tell him how I feel, the truth of how I feel, and that’s that I’m in love with him. It was just a crush when we were kids, but it’s turned into something I could have never expected. Ever since he showed up earlier this week, I can’t stop-”

“Okay, okay,” he said, softening. “I really don’t need to hear about how in love you are with someone else.”

“I’m sorry,” she said weakly. “I really am.”

“Yeah, well…I should probably get going.”

“No, don’t go.” She reached for his hand as he started to walk away. “I’ve ruined your night. I’m sorry. But you have nowhere else to go! And you’re staying with me at my apartment! What are y-”

“Let me worry about that.”

“Eddie, please.”

“Goodbye, Iris. Merry Christmas.”

He sounded a little bitter on the ‘Merry Christmas’, but she didn’t blame him one bit. She only sighed as he left and whispered to herself, “Merry Christmas, Eddie.”

…

After scouring the house, both first level and second, Iris began to panic.

Barry couldn’t have really left, could he have? Was he so upset that she had a boyfriend and wouldn’t let him kiss her that he wouldn’t even stay for the whole party? They hadn’t even eaten yet!

And things had changed. They had changed so much.

Barry didn’t have anywhere else to go either. He couldn’t have just…vanished. Could he have?

Her mind was spazzing so badly, she almost didn’t notice when her dad started walking past her into the kitchen.

“Dad!” She grabbed for his arm.

“Iris!” His eyes widened. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Where is Barry?” she demanded.

Joe’s brows furrowed.

“I think he’s on the front porch. Why?”

“The front porch!” she seemingly said to herself. “Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I don’t know…but if you’re going out there, please make sure to put your coat on. It’s especially chilly tonight.”

“Right. Of course.” She reached up on her tip toes and kissed her dad’s cheek. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Sure. Can I ask what this is abou-”

But Iris had already released him and was headed towards the front door. He shook his head and resumed his walk into the kitchen to get some more food for the table.

Once outside, Iris sucked in a breath. True to her dad’s words, Barry was sitting on the porch, the top step, where they used to hang out as kids when something was wrong. They’d talk it through and hug and go do something fun.

Now something was wrong, at least on Barry’s end, but Iris hoped it could be fixed soon. And that their something fun could be making out under the mistletoe she’d stuffed into her coat pocket on her way out.

“Hi, Barry.”

He turned to look at her, and his eyes widened.

“Iris! What are you doing out here? It’s…it’s freezing!”

“Looking for you,” she said innocently, then came to stand beside where he sat on the step. She opened her coat so he could see her ensemble underneath. “Do you like my dress?”

His eyes still wide, they widened even more at the sight of her minidress.

“You should go back inside, Iris. It’s too cold for that kind of-”

“You didn’t answer my question, Barry Allen. Do you like my dress?”

He gulped. “It’s a very nice dress.”

“Do you like it on me?”

“You look beautiful,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “But I’m sure your boyfriend has already told you that tonight.”

Now that she thought about it, no, he hadn’t.

“Eddie is no longer my boyfriend.”

She came and sat beside him on the step.

“What?” he asked, confused. “But I thought-”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Barry.”

“What?” he asked, breathless.

“These past few days, they’ve been amazing. As soon as I knew who you were on your first day here…all these old feelings started coming back.”

“Old feelings?”

“You’re not the only one who had a silly crush at age 10.”

“You mean…?”

She nodded.

“No other guy has ever measured up.”

“Iris.”

“I think I stopped writing you because I was trying to forget you. I was starting to get interested in other guys, and they always fell short for me because they weren’t you.” She paused. “Eddie included.”

“So, you broke things off?” he asked.

She nodded.

“For me,” he said.

She started to smile.

“Uh-huh.” She licked her lips. “I don’t want you to go, Barry. I want you to stay.” She reached for his hands, and he let her. He always let her. “I want to see where this goes, and if we’re as destined as I feel like we are.”

“You feel like we’re destined?” He could hardly breathe.

She nodded again.

“But…how? Just earlier today-”

“I hadn’t talked to Eddie yet. I hadn’t stopped to think. I hadn’t let my heart decide for me what I really wanted.”

“Suppose your heart will want Eddie again…”

“It won’t.”

“You seem awfully sure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” He looked doubtful. “Barry, we’d only been dating a month. Even before this week I wasn’t in love with him. I think he liked me more than I liked him to be honest.”

Barry’s mouth was hanging open, but somehow he managed to shut it before looking out into the street.

“This is…a lot to take in.”

“Is it too much?” she asked, tipping her head to the side.

He turned to look at her, then saw she was dangling a handful of mistletoe above the space between them. He almost laughed and cried simultaneously; he was so ecstatic.

“Not on your life, Iris West.”

She grinned, and a moment later, Barry’s lips were on hers and the mistletoe had dropped into the snow as Iris’ arms encircled his neck, and his hands grasped her waist to pull her in closer.

Just down the road, a car slowed to a stop a safe distance away, the driver spotting the couple fully enraptured in each other before he slowly smiled.

“Thatta boy, Barry,” he said softly.

The car gradually moved back onto the road and turned in the other direction, back from where it had come. It was never seen again.

“I love you, Barry Allen,” Iris said, finally breaking apart, though very eager to kiss him again.

His smile was infectious as he pushed her wavy curls out of her face and sank his fingers into her hair.

“I love you, Iris West,” he said, and kissed her again.

[marybethsjournal]

I love what you've written so far and I wondering if you could write me a little Mary-Beth story please? 👉👈

I'm thinking perhaps some fluff where she's getting ready for a date or is on the date. (Any gender reader or a gang member of your choice - i don't mind)

Or if you have something else you'd like to write for her, I'd love to see it

A Proper Lady

Summary: One shot where Mary Beth is getting ready for a date, accompanied by Karen and Tilly

Word Count: 1285

A/N: I didn’t name Mary Beth’s S/O and used the pronoun “they” so you can all use whatever character or OC you ship Mary Beth with. I will be working on the second part of this ask where Mary Beth goes on her date as soon as I can. I hope you like this well enough @fangirl-ramblings!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29883408

“Oh Tilly, I’m so excited!” Mary Beth danced around the hotel room, twirling the bottom of her dress. She felt like a princess. She was going on her first ever proper date. She was just like one of the women in the romance novels she read now. Finally, she was being doted upon and treated like she deserved. It was almost more excitement than she could handle.

Of course she had bought a new dress for the occasion. Well maybe she had bought a few more things than just a dress. But shoes, makeup, and a new hairpin were essentials! Besides, it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. She had asked Miss Grimshaw if she could spend the money beforehand. Karen had laughed at her for having to ask before she spent money, but Mary Beth really didn’t feel like crossing Grimshaw. Well, she tried to refrain from crossing anyone in general. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was that she looked so beautiful in this new dress and would look even better when she got her hair and makeup done. “I know! And you’re gonna tell me all about it afterwards, right?” Tilly asked her excitedly. “Of course “I’m not sure if it’s very ladylike to kiss and tell” Mary Beth said without thinking before quickly realizing her mistake, “Not that I’m going to be kissing them! Okay, I will tell you what happens.” Mary Beth continued, blushing. “That’s the spirit. Since you’re going to be kissing,” Tilly teased, “let’s get you made up for the occasion.” Tilly guided her to the bed and sat her down. Mary Beth wanted to keep twirling and dancing, but she knew she had to sit down to get her makeup done. It was a hard task given how excited she was, but sitting still would be better for her in the long run. “You know,” Karen piped up, sitting at the top of the bed, smoking a cigarette, “If they need you to wear makeup to take you out, they’re a piece of shit.” “Oh Karen, you know they’re not like that! I just want to get all done up. I don’t get many occasions that I can wear stuff like this.” “Ok, I’m just saying if I see anything out of line, they have to answer to me.” Karen puffed out her chest. Mary Beth giggled. “Stop it! They always tell me I look beautiful no matter what. You just want to look tough! Come here and help me with this.” Mary Beth pointed to all the cosmetic products sat next to her. “What’s so hard about it? You slap some of that here and there and then you’re done.” Karen crawled over to the end of the bed where Mary Beth was and began pointing to the makeup and Mary Beth’s face to illustrate how she should “slap it on” “Karen! There’s an art to it,” Tilly sighed. “Don’t worry Mary Beth, I won’t let her near your face.” Tilly assured her friend, patting her arm. The girls gossiped about this and that while Tilly patted brightening powder all over Mary Beth’s face and subsequently patted the bright rouge onto her cheeks. Mostly, though, they spoke of Mary Beth’s sweetheart. Mary Beth had always tried to be the most cheerful out of the girls but no one in the camp had seen her as genuinely happy as she was now. A smile was on her face almost always and she tended to dance, sing, and have a general lightness about her just about everywhere she went. The young woman had long dreamed of a fairy tale romance and now someone was finally treating her the way she deserved. It was no wonder that Mary Beth gushed about her new “lover” with such a passion, she was being treated with the utmost respect and care. “I wonder what they’ll wear?” Mary Beth wondered before swiftly adding, “Not that it matters. They’re such a dream.” Karen laughed at the very obviously swooning girl. “Keep all that romantic talk in the book you’re writing about them.” Mary Beth blushed. She was, in fact, working on a novel based on her own life and true to the traditional Mary Beth fashion, it was romance. Karen laughed at the way Mary Beth wrote about her sweetheart but she was probably just jealous. Who wouldn’t want to be treated the way she was now? It was a relationship worthy of the most sweet and cheery of romance novels. “Leave her alone. It’s not like Sean would ever do something so sweet for you.” Tilly sassed. Karen huffed but the words shut her up. The topic turned to the future as Tilly applied the copper eyeshadow to Mary Beth's eyelids. “So, you see a future with them, huh?” Tilly giggled nervously at her own question. Talk of the future was usually more than they could afford. “I think so! I mean, I hope so. I want to feel like this for the rest of time, cliche as that sounds. And I really like them.” Mary Beth’s smile grew bigger during the last sentence. She had had many crushes throughout her life. After all, she went through life seeing romance in anything. But this was something deeper. There was definitely a spark. “You think you could love them?” Karen blurted out. “Karen!” Tilly scolded. “Yeah.” Mary Beth responded sheepishly. Karen couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to see her friend so happy and secure. She might not be the most in touch with any and all of her feelings, but Karen cared about Mary Beth. “Tilly you can let me do the lipstick. I know how to do makeup.” Karen, feeling left out, informed Tilly. “I don’t know…” Tilly was reluctant but ultimately there was nothing she could do once Karen had snatched the red lipstick off the bed and opened the cap. “Fine, just don’t mess it up. She needs to be gone within the hour! But at least this gives me the opportunity to start on her hair.” “We’re already in town, I think we’ll be alright. What are you supposed to be doin’ on this date anyway?” “Dinner and a show, I think. But you know them, they always have something or another up their sleeve.” Mary Beth answered, the voice of adoration not wavering. “Wonder who’s performing in the show.” Tilly wondered aloud, skillfully her friend’s hair. “I already asked around, couldn’t contain myself. Miss Marjorie was her name, I think.” Mary Beth cautiously recited the name, not sure if she had gotten it right. “Oh I know her! The one with the two buffoons!” Karen laughed, standing back and admiring her work with lipstick. It did look pretty good, way better than expected for Karen. “Don’t call them that! I’m sure they're lovely!” Mary Beth defended the strangers. “Let’s not start a fight, hey?” Tilly clapped her hands together. “Go look in the mirror, I think you look stunning!” Mary Beth stood up and walked up to the mirror, gasping when she saw her reflection. “Is that me?” “Of course it’s you! It’s a goddamn mirror.” Karen sighed, taking the words seriously. “Shut up, Karen.” Tilly hit Karen playfully. “I look like a proper lady.” Mary Beth twirled in her emerald dress and admired her hair.  This was all too much, she was going to cry happy tears. This was just how she envisioned ladies in all her romance novels. And now this was her. “Oh don’t get emotional, let’s get you on your date. Stay safe and make good choices!” Karen pushed Mary Beth out of the hotel room and led her towards her date.

[hesmygolden]

The Christmas Gift (Final Part)

Harry Styles x Reader

The one where Y/N is struggling to find the perfect gift for his boyfriend Harry Styles who is always giving the rest of the world more than what they deserve.

PART ONE

You woke up to the sight of your sleeping boyfriend next to you. He was peacefully sleeping so you decided to silently make your way downstairs to make some coffee for the two of you.

As you poured some coffee into your favorite mug, you saw your phone light up with a notification from Anne, Harry’s mother.

“Good morning sweetheart. I’m sending you a message since Harry hasn’t replied to mine and I’m out buying ingredients for dinner already and I can’t remember if you’d rather have Alfredo pasta or if you like Pesto better? Looking forward to having you and my son for dinner! Xxx”

You smiled at Anne’s message and replied with your favorite pasta. You felt so lucky to be included and treated as part of Harry’s family even though they have all assured you for the past 3 years of being Harry’s girlfriend that you are practically already part of the family.

Tomorrow was going to be the Christmas dinner at Anne’s place and everyone gathered there to spend quality time together, have a delicious dinner, exchange gifts and play boardgames.

You loved spending Christmas there and your favorite part about it was getting to see Harry surrounded by people who have always loved him no matter what.

After finishing your breakfast and also making an omelette for your still asleep boyfriend, you changed your clothes and quickly got ready to head out and get your boyfriend’s gift.

Before driving to the place you called to make sure they were still open and accepting orders and once they confirmed it, you drove to the mall.

Lucky for you, there were not so many people Christmas shopping at 8 in the morning when the mall had just opened up. You were kind of worried someone would recognize you and take a picture of you which would probably get to Harry thanks to social media and it would ruin the surprise.

You walked to the store without taking off your sunglasses and when the owner of the store appeared you took them off.

“I opened the store earlier for you!” The owner, who was a man in his late 50s, said with a smile.

“Thank you so much, I’ve been going crazy trying to find the perfect gift for my boyfriend.” You smiled back at him.

“Hopefully you’re satisfied with what you get here.”

“Oh I will.” You smiled again.

“So you said you wanted a customized one?” The owner said as he turned on his computer and adjusted his glasses.

“If it’s not too much to ask for,” you sighed, “I know it takes longer but if you could please make this a priority to have it done faster, I’m willing to pay double the amount of it’s worth.”

The owner giggled at your preoccupied state and you did too. Paying the double of what the gift was worth was sure a lot of money but your boyfriend was worth all of it and you knew he would love it.

“There’s no need for that,” he said softly, “I know who you are and who your boyfriend is.”

You smiled at him. The fact that you’ve been Harry’s girlfriend for three years already had obviously gained you a lot of fame, everyone knew who you were.

After telling the owner exactly what you wanted, you paid him (as much as he told you to not pay the double, you still did) and left the store feeling a wave of relief.

The owner had told you to pick up the gift tomorrow morning which was perfect timing to have Harry’s gift ready for his family dinner.

You drove home to find your boyfriend walking down the stairs and looking at you with a puzzled face as you got inside the house.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You cheerfully said to Harry.

“Why were you out so early?” He said as he yawned.

“Mind your business.” You joked and gave him a quick peck.

“I missed you in bed.”

“Yeah, your loud snoring gave me that impression.”

“Hey!” He laughed as he poured his coffee in his mug.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next day you woke up early again to get Harry’s gift.

After greeting the owner and thanking him for what felt like a million times for accepting your order during a very busy date, you stared at the gift and felt like a child opening their Christmas present. You were so excited to give it to Harry.

Once you got home again, you decided to tell your curious boyfriend that the reason you’d been out early again was to get your outfit for dinner tonight.

Time went by and the two of you were getting ready for dinner.

“You look so good.” Your boyfriend said as he playfully slapped your bum.

“So do you.” You smiled as you finished putting on some red lipstick to match your red skirt.

“I’ll get going and place the bag of gifts inside the car while you finish getting ready love.”

Harry being the kind and generous man he’s always been, got everyone a Christmas gift and by everyone it meant that even Anne’s cats had their own wrapped gifts.

Since there were so many gifts, Harry always put them all inside a big black bag as if he were Santa Claus.

You also got gifts for Harry’s family and placed them in another bag (not as big as Harrys’) which your boyfriend picked up to get it inside the car.

When the two of you arrived to Anne’s house, you were greeted warmly by all of Harry’s family members.

After everyone had dinner it was finally time to exchange gifts and you felt butterflies form in your stomach.

You received a new scarf, perfume, fluffy socks and other nice things from Anne, Gemma, Gemma’s boyfriend and the rest of Harry’s family but Harry wanted to save your gift for last.

Your turn to give your gifts finally came and you started with Anne, by gifting her a book collection of her favorite author (which she loved), and so on. You also decided to save Harry’s gift for last.

“This next and final gift is for the love of my life,” you smiled and took out the yellow wrapped box from the bag, “thank you for being my happiness.”

You saw everyone’s face looking at you in adoration, Anne’s eyes getting teary eyed and Harry slightly blushing with a big smile on his face.

“Is it me?” Harry joked and everyone burst out laughing.

“It’s actually for Dusty.” You joked back and everyone else laughed too.

Harry got up from his seat and walked towards you, embracing you in a big warm hug.

“You didn’t have to babe.” He whispered and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too much.” You said and sat down with him so he could open the gift.

He carefully and slowly unwrapped little by little the box, making everyone impatient while he laughed at his “acting”.

Once he finally unwrapped the box and opened it, he burst out laughing.

Everyone in the room looked confused and you just laughed along with your boyfriend.

He took out the little note you placed inside which said, “Not burnt cookies.”

The box was filled with chocolate chip cookies which you bought at a bakery since you had given up on baking them.

“This is perfect.” He smiled as he pulled you in closer.

“That’s not all there is inside the box babe.” You giggled at your boyfriend.

The fact that he had loved you gifting him something as simple as chocolate chip cookies made your heart burst with adoration for him.

He gave you a confused look and dug inside the box filled with cookies to find another tiny black box.

You smiled at him as he shook your head at you playfully.

He carefully opened the box and you felt as if the two of you were the only ones in the room, completely forgetting the fact that his whole family was watching the whole thing.

Once he saw what was inside the box, he covered his face with his hands as he shook his head and laughed even more.

“What is it now?!” Gemma laughed and snapped at the two of you, no one understanding what was going on between the two of you.

“God I love you.” He said naturally.

“That one isn’t burnt either and you can keep it with you all the time.” You said softly.

Harry looked at you, his eyes were full of tears and you felt yours fill up with tears too as he stared at you with so much love.

“This is my favorite thing ever!” He exclaimed.

“Show us!” Anne demanded.

Harry finally took out what was inside the box to reveal a chocolate chip cookie ring covered in gold (just like his rose shaped one but instead of the rose, it was a cookie) which somehow looked elegant and expensive (probably because it was).

“Definitely an inside joke between the two lovebirds.” Gemma said as she smiled at her mother.

After everyone finished exchanging gifts and scattered all around the house, Harry and you were left alone in the living room. The two of you were sitting down cuddling and talking about your future plans.

You were playing with Harry’s hand and looking at his rings, he was already wearing the one you gifted him.

“It looks good on me.” He said.

“Definitely.”

“I’m never taking it off.” He kissed your cheek.

He then grabbed your left hand and played with it too, softly tracing his fingers all around your palm until he reached your fourth finger.

“You know..” He whispered and paused a little, staring at your hand.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to give you a ring too.”

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thank u, thank u, thank u so much for reading!! hope it was lovely and have an amazing christmas! - L

[eugenesmorphine]

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts // Sidney Phillips Imagine

Taglist: @alienoresimagines​

Words: 2,311

  I hopped off the steps from getting off of the ship into Melbourne. I looked around. Other Marines I knew that stood around me, walking towards trucks. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people cheering at out arrival. Kids following us on bikes, yelling out to us. Women waving their ribbons in our directions, some with tears rushing down their faces. Trying to reach out and grab the men. I sighed and shook my head, pulling my bag back on my shoulder. Sure there was men catcalling me and trying to catch my attention. Though, I didn't want their attention. I only wanted one Marine's attention. My gaze went to his side profile as he was walking with some of our friends. Sydney Phillips. The man from Alabama had stolen my heart and he knew it.

///

 Phillips and I became friends during Basic Training. Talking about how he was shocked that a female Marine made it into the infantry, our home lives. We talked about anything and everything when we could. We grew so close, it was usually him and I that were battle buddies. We were inseparable during boot camp, infantry and war schooling,  and up to the middle of Guadalcanal. Now we were here. In Melbourne, Australia, seeming like strangers now.

 Sidney and I had a random falling out. While being best friends in the past year and a half,  it was clear that we began to gain feelings for each other. It wasn't so clear to either of us though. We just thought we were joking with each other. But little did my naive and head over heels self I was, I never stated my feelings. I didn't listen to others about Sidney's feelings toward me and or avoided the obvious showings that he had the same feelings. But now that I think about it, would it change anything? Would we be something more? Who cares now, it isn't worth anything it seems.

  Sidney and I were fine, until just one day, he started ignoring me. He turned cold to be. Whenever he had the chance he would make rude comments, push past me, interrupt me. Basically acting like an entire different person. And the rest of our friend group noticed as well. People like Hoosier, Leckie, Chuckler, and Runner all noticed this odd and awfully mean behavior. And I was like their little sister, and seeing Sidney switch up on me like that, made them angry. Though, when they would say something to Sidney, he would just blow them off. I haven't gotten any answers. And it has been eating me alive for now months. It didn't help the fact that I was still in love with him. And watching all these Aussie broads throwing themselves all over him made a deep feeling of anger burn within my chest. Though, pushing those feelings farther down, I walked next to my closest friend Chuckler. Keeping close with him. He could tell how upset I was in that moment. He patted my shoulder and when I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. I just gave him a weak one in return. This really did suck.

///

   We  arrived at a stadium, setting up cots and or finding cots in our squads. I placed my stuff on a cot, grabbing my nicer uniform out, laying it down. We were allowed to leave and go to bars around Melbourne. So of course, my squad wanted to go out and wanted me to go with them. It was nice thinking about getting out into a nicer environment. Going out and seeing other people instead of being in a hot and sweaty, mosquito filled island with Japanese soldiers trying to kill us.

  I changed into my uniform, curling my hair, slipping on my heels, applying some blush, red lipstick, and mascara. I flattened out my pencil skirt and neatly placed my cap onto my head. My new Sergeant rank nicely sewed onto my sleeve. I walked over to my friends, and Sidney was just staring at me. His face had zero expression as he stared at me, his eyes checked me up and down. I could feel my face heating up as I quickly turned away to talk to the four other men.  And  just like that we walked to the closest bar and of course settled to get some drinks.

 The bar was filled with US Marines, US Sailors and some Aussie Military personnel. And there were many broads. All the girls were so pretty. Hair done all nice, nice makeup and beautiful dresses. It could make any girl with lower self esteem make them feel insecure. So I immediately bought a pint of beer. Drinking it with Chuckler at my side, cracking jokes whilst the rest of the men were off trying to flirt with some girls, dancing with different girls, making out with some. You know, the full nine yards. I sighed, drinking my beer.

 I had a few other men flirt with me, which i only flirted back a little. Not even getting up to dance with any of them. I just wasn't in the mood to. I just kept talking with Chuckler and drinking. Just drinking my problems away. Just talking with Chuckler and getting a little tipsy. Lew had a higher tolerance than me, so I was first to get a little bit drunk. And let me warn you, I get a little feisty the more and more I drink.

 I continued drinking for another thirty or so minutes. That was until I saw Sidney real up close and personal with some other broad. Anger filled my brain as I began thinking about how Sidney has been treating me the past couple of months and I grasped my pint tightly. I watched as Chuckler followed my gaze to Phillips. I noticed him gulp slightly then look back at me. I knew the  look on my face was not a pleasant one. I gritted my teeth at the man. I had been crying over him for months, crying to my friends, crying myself to sleep countless nights. And I haven't called him out, tried to get him to talk to me, nothing at all. And now was the day.

  "Y/N, what are thinking of doing? I can see those cogs in your brain working angrily," I heard Lew say, he voice filled with concern. I chugged the rest of my beer and slammed the glass down. I ignored the rest of what Lew was trying to tell me. Though in my tipsy, or drunken, state, I replied to Lew saying, "Can it Lew," and stood up from my chair. I had my eyes set on Sidney as I grabbed a glass of water. Knowing exactly what I wanted to do. I marched directly in to the Alabama native and the Australian girl he was talking to. The sound of my heels clicking hard onto the hard wood floor of the bar's dance floor. I walked up to the Marine and he looked at me, a slight look of shock stretched onto his face. I made a face and took my glass up water.

 "You're a huge asshole, you know that right?" I asked, my words slurred in the slightest. I then took my glass of ice water and splashed it on him. I watched as it hit his face and he froze. He didn't yell or swear, his face didn't have an angry look. But more of an apologetic look etched onto his face. Though in my tipsy state, I didn't acknowledge it. I just looked at him and said, "Fuck you, Sidney Phillips," venom in each word. And with that, I turned around and walked out of the bar. Ignoring all the stares I was receiving. My eyes burned as I held tears in. I guess you could say that when I got alcohol in me, I got a little emotional.

 I started walking down the street, going god knows where. It was late, so there was not many people on the street. My tears stayed within my eyes as I just walked in silence. Though, that was interrupted by the sound of feet running up behind me. I turned around quickly, not seeing the person before completely knocking me over and landing on top of me. That didn't feel too nice. I shoved the person off of me.

 "What the hell is your problem?" I yelled, standing up and brushing myself off. I placed my cap back on my head after it had been knocked off.  I looked up and there sat Sidney Phillips, on the ground, rubbing his head. I don't know why but this made me even more angry. He looked up at me, his face filled with the 'I'm Sorry' look.  I put my arms to my sides as I watched him stand. He walked closer to me. In which I took a step back. Now he was trying to talk to me? What?

 "Y/N, I want to tell you that I'm sorry," he started. I chuckled sarcastically, licking my lips and shaking my head. He is really trying to apologize,  thinking that just by saying "sorry" will fix everything done. "I'm really sorry Y/N, I can understand why you hate me, just please let me explain myself," he said. That's when I felt the tears return. I looked up in the sky, not wanting to risk my tears falling. I just let Sidney ramble on for a few minutes before I interrupted him.

 "I don't hate you! I never did Sidney! God, you made me fall in love with you, and as much as I wanted to hate you all these months, I fucking couldn't!" I yelled at him, tears now slowly dripping down my face. My chest rising and falling heavily. I looked at my shoes, shaking my head once more. Watching a mascara filled tear drop  fall and splat on the ground. I looked back up at him. "Just, why did you do it Sidney? Why did you ghost me like that? Shoving me away and treating me like I was some dead Jap rotting on Guadalcanal!" I yelled, pushing him in his chest. I watched as he stumbled back. "God I could just fucking sock you right in the jaw right now!" I finished, dropping my hands to my sides angrily.

  "Then do it," I heard Sidney say. No matter how angry I was at him, no matter what he has done, his Alabama accent kept me falling in love. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. Was he being serious. "No one is around, I won't say anything. Do i-" before he could even say anything, I cocked back my arm and swung my fist into his cheek. I felt my knuckles connect with his skin and watched as he stumbled back, bringing his hand up to meet where I hit. As soon as I brought my hand down, I immediately felt horrible. I ran over to him, crouching down to see his face. He looked at me, moving his hand. A visible bruise already showing. A small smile crept onto his features as he saw the worried look on my face. "I wasn't expecting you to actually hit me," he joked. I huffed hit is shoulder softly.

 "You deserved," I simply stated, a little aggravation hidden in my voice. He chuckled, rubbing his jaw slightly. Though things got serious again real fast. I watched his face straighten and he sat on a curb. Which I joined him, sitting beside him.

 "The reason why I changed so fast and turned into an asshole was because I was scared Y/N. I had fallen for you, and from words from other Marines and with out flirting, I knew you felt the same. But, I got scared. Scared of getting attached and losing you. I had already lost other close friends, and hell, I couldn't lose you. So I thought, that if I got distant, and turned cold against you, I wouldn't be hurt. You know?" he let out a sad chuckle. He rested his elbows on his knees ad he looked at the ground. I knew he felt bad. "I felt horrible seeing your sad faces. When the guys would mention what I was doing, I just didn't know what to do. I was scared to apologize. I was so dumb, I'm so sorry Y/N," he finished. I could see the tears glisten in his eyes as he looked at me. I place my hand  onto of his, holding gently and giving it a little squeeze.

 I cupped his face with my other hand. I looked at him once more before hurrying to press my lips softly on his. Oh how I have been waiting for this one simple moment. He reached his hand to curl his fingers in my hair. I didn't care if it was to get messy. This was more important. He was so much more important.

 We pulled away from each other, placing my forehead against his. I smiled, noticing my lipstick pressed against his lips. I giggled, which earned a warm chuckle and smile from the Alabama man sitting in front of me. He wiped his lips, finally noticing the red lipstick that was now smudged on his lips and chin. He let out a loud laugh, I laughed just as hard.

 "You're an idiot," I said between laughs. In which he looked up at me,  and gave me a toothy grin.

  "But I'm your favorite idiot," he replied with. I smiled at him, looking at the ground slightly.

 "Yes Mr. Sidney Phillips. Yes your are."

[lowkeyhockey]

(sugar, we’re) going down swinging - miro heiskanen (part i)

Pairing: Miro Heiskanen/Reader; Reader is Tyler Seguin’s sister

Mentions: Tyler Seguin, (brief mentions of) Jamie Benn, Roope Hintz

Warnings: Mentions of past underaged drinking, sexual connotations, cursing

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Miro Heiskanen has a sweet tooth. TSeg’s sister has a coffeeshop and a knack for putting new twists on familiar recipes. 

The writer has previously made a promise for a fake dating trope, but that’s coming in the next part. In this part, pls enjoy the coffeeshope trope, because we’re seeing how many tropes this baby can fit. 

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"Iced mocha for Tyler Seguin," you call out to the half-full coffeeshop, mostly because you know it would piss him off. 

 It works, too - Ty only wants attention when he feels like it, and the dumbass is way too used to getting exactly what he wants - and you grin as you watch Miro Heiskanen make his way over to you at the counter, while big brother glares at you from the table they'd claimed in the far corner. 

 He's wearing a pair of sunglasses indoors like the douche that he truly is, but still. You don't need to see his eyes to know that he's glaring. He's either trying to go incognito or trying to survive a hangover, and he's never fun while doing either things. 

 So you focus on Miro instead, and you focus on annoying him. The kid really is too sweet for his own good. You'd practically be doing him a favour, if you get him to lose his cool for even a moment or two. 

 "Baby, you're not a rookie anymore," you coo at him as he gets closer, mostly because you know it would make him blush, and that works, too. He makes no move to take his hands out of his pockets, though, and you wonder idly how he plans on bringing the coffee back over for Ty. 

 "You don't have to keep letting my brother boss you around," you tell him after a pause, only-half to remind him that he should maybe get to it now that he's already given in, and he gives a shrug - which is probably about as expressive a reaction as he's physically capable of. 

 "Kinda do, he's still got the A," Miro says, and you're just about to protest when you spot the smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

 Point to Miro. 

 As reward, you move away from the cashier counter to the display case right to the side, filling a plate with an apple strudel you know he likes to treat himself with and a small cheese tart. It's a Japanese recipe, adapted where and how you'd felt like it because peanut butter's awesome in pastries and recipes in general are for squares, and you'd been looking for a guinea pig to try them out on. 

 Preferably before you eat the whole batch. 

 He follows you as you move, looking only mildly intrigued, though he fully raises an eyebrow - that's, like, 1.5 expressions in one day! - when you set the plate down in front of him. 

 "You sass my brother, you get a treat," you explain to him, grinning, and it takes him a moment before he smiles back. 

 Point to you. 

 "Okay, sure, thanks," he says, like a free pastry's gone and made his day, and it's so sweet that you think he's trying to give you cavities. Or maybe he's trying to sweet not-talk you into giving him more pastries, and thus the cavities. 

"You trying a new recipe with the tart? I haven't seen it before, I can tell you what I think about it after," he says, because of course he knows your routine by now, and you almost reach out to pat his head - he's too cute. 

 "I'll give you a couple extra if you like them," you promise, because A) he likes almost everything, B) customers at the coffeeshop rarely try a cake or pastry they haven't seen in the display case a couple of times, out of a healthy fear of your more creative recipe-redesigns, and C) you know your brother's good for it. 

 But Miro nods, looking pleased, as though you haven't just done a whole cost-benefit analysis in your head, and you decide to throw in a couple of strudels in his to-go bag later either way. 

 You watch him as he makes his way back to his table, noting that yours isn't the only female head turned in his direction. That's what you get for opening a coffeeshop in a university area, you guess. 

 You know you should be getting back to work, and you tell yourself that you know — but you don't actually do it until you see Miro taking a bite out of the tart. You don't really see how he feels about it, but you do see him smacking Tyler's hand away when Ty reaches for the strudel, and as you turn back to work you're feeling inexplicably pleased. 

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 "Please  make more strudel, more cheese peanut butter tart," the note in your suggestion box reads. When you'd opened the note a ten dollar bill had dropped out, which you'd always found funny - Miro understands the concept of tipping, kinda. 

 But he'd always include a tip with his suggestions, and it always makes you feel like he's trying to bribe your into making more of whatever it is that he wants. 

 Usually it's the apple strudel, because it's insanely popular and he'd come by after practice a couple of times to find that you're sold out. Those days, he usually leaves in a sulk - and it's funny to you, that you know what Miro in a sulk even looks like. 

 Sometimes it's about one of your new recipes - a comment of critique, or just asking you to keep making more of exactly what you just did. He's a surprisingly good taster, capable of figuring out if you'd tweaked your recipes even the tiniest bit, and he's not shy about making his feelings on the changes known - at least in writing. 

 Sara, your assistant-slash-boss reads the note over your shoulder and snorts, dancing away before you could swat at her. 

 "Just give that boy a trial run and get him the fuck over it, you'd be doing him a favor," she tells you, ducking before the plastic takeaway dessert fork you tossed at her would have hit her. "I'm not kidding, babe," she tells you, popping up again like a demented prairie dog, and you would roll your eyes at her except she's looking uncharacteristically serious. "Does he not understand the concept of cheat day? It's not called cheat coffeeshop."

 And you roll your eyes at her after all, even though she's not wrong, exactly. But you can't bring yourself to complain about how often Miro swings by, whether it's with Tyler or Jamie or the rest of the Finnish mafia. Sometimes he swings by alone, too, and you secretly like those days best, because he usually spends those visita hovering around the counter or in the kitchen or in your office with you - eating slowly, almost delicately at his pastries, and pushing your hands away whenever you or Sara try to steal a taste of whatever he seems to be enjoying so much. 

 He visits way more than anyone else on the team, even Tyler, and Ty visits often enough that your coffeeshop's kinda known for him. Your coffeeshop - his - Sara's, whatever you want to call it. The coffeeshop started out as Sara's, a modest and kinda rundown little place until you and Tyler had decided to sweep in.

 The thing is, you're known in your family as being a little flighty - a reputation you can't even make any arguments against while still being honest and fair. And you like to think you're almost always honest and fair. But there's just so much of the world to experience, and so little time to experience it all in - it drives you crazy, sometimes, all the things you're not doing, and your family understands that. 

 Even supports you in that, maybe a little more than they should. But hey, Ty could definitely afford it. 

 When you announced to your family that you're dropping out of pre-med and going to baking and pastry arts school, your mom had protested for about a week until Tyler had called about this - Sara's coffeeshop, a little rundown but it's been around for about as long as time, a local no-frills favourite in downtown Dallas and if you wanted to go to school you can damn well make sure you like what would be waiting for you when you get out of it first. 

 He bought out a fifty percent share of the coffeeshop, and let you know that it's a loan - a gift only if you follow through with it. He let Sara know she's in charge of the business as a whole, while you're in charge of the kitchens - more specifically, the pastries and whatever hot menu items you decide to add on. 

 Before you and Mr. Moneybags had joined the staff, the coffeeshop had been seriously no-frills - it sold coffee and cold sandwiches and that was about it. Some of the regular crowd had stayed around for your menu overhaul, but you'd brought in a younger crowd, too, students and hipsters and puckbunnies (though you've yet to call any of them that to their faces). 

 That was about two years ago, so you think you have a pretty good track record - two years of balancing school and working on your own recipes and prepping pastries to be sold and learning how to balance the business's books, because you'd learned that that's something you need to get used to (inventories, dealing with receipts and regular payments to suppliers and so on) and if you try to add business classes on top of everything else you might die. 

 (So much for wanting to try and do everything all at once.) 

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 Two years of working at the coffeeshop, at building it from the near-ground (sorry, Sara) up has matured you - at least, that's what you tell Tyler right before you slam back two shots of vodka, one coming neatly after the other, waiting for the burn to die down before you punch an arm victoriously into the air. 

 "You could pretend that was your first drink," Jamie says to you from where he's leaning against the counter - even with you perched on top of it, ankles crossed as neatly as anyone could possibly want, you don't have to look down much to look him in the eye. His eyes are crinkled with amusement, his voice low and easy, and you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead - beaming at the perfect imprint your red lipstick leaves behind. 

 "Why start my first night as a twenty-one year old with a lie?" you ask him, grinning wide, and he's laughing up at you one moment and pushed away the next, Tyler's beaming face replacing his as he lifts you off the counter and sets you on the ground. The crowd cheers at that, for some reason, the party a mix of your bakery school friends and some loyal customers and some of Tyler's teammates, and you let big brother lead you to the cake you'd baked yourself. 

 No one else would know exactly what you'd want, you'd said, and Miro had shot back a quietly sassy. "that's because no one else would think to put that much rum in a cake," which. 

 Point to Miro. 

 But you can see Miro's face across the cake, smiling at you in the candlelight after the lights are switched off and everyone is gathered around to sing you happy birthday, and if he's willing to die by alcohol poisoning by birthday cake then that's alright by you, too. 

 "Make a wish," Sara shouts, sounding like she doesn't need the cake's help, and after catching Tyler's gaze you close your eyes - so no one knows that you'd wish for exactly this - before leaning down to blow out the candles. 

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 Two hours later, you're perched on the counter again, legs swinging idly as you watch Roope dance on one of the nearby tables. You're wondering, in a purely academic kind of way, how many gyrations it'll take before the table comes crashing down - it's a lucky thing you and Tyler had renovated the coffeeshop and swapped out all of the furniture, or that would definitely have happened the moment he'd climbed on. 

 And then you'd be short one extremely important scientific study. 

 You're distracted from your research by Miro coming in close - too close, standing between your legs, his waist is slim, you realise, when you realise you can comfortably sit with it between your knees. The knowledge makes you warm all over and you want to say that you don't know why, except you do. 

 "Water?" he asks, as though you're not clearly thirsty for something else, and you're blinking at him to confirm you'd heard right. You get a little sidetracked by his grin, but then you follow his nod down to the glass in his hand, taking another moment before you accept it. 

 And sip, closing your eyes again because you can feel his gaze on you, feel the warmth of his hands on your thighs, just above your knees but under the hem of your dress. You don't put the glass down until you've drank about half of it, and when you do, it's to rest both your wrists on his shoulders, like a parody of a slow dance. 

 Or like you're putting the two of you in some private circle, away from the noise of the crowd. His eyes are gorgeous from this close - and he's flushed, but they're too clear, watching you with something between wariness and want. 

 "You're sober," you say, and the word comes out like an accusation, and Miro blushes even harder - before his eyes narrow at you. "I'm twenty, I don't really drink when I’m here - you're not?" he asks, and in the same heartbeat his hands are off you, resting on either side of your legs on the counter instead. 

 He looks genuinely concerned, it's adorable, and you lace your hands together behind his neck before he could escape completely. "I'm not, like, wasted," you tell him, and when he looks unconvinced, you lean down to press your forehead against his - so at least you wouldn't have to see it. 

 "Promise I'm not, baby," you say, the endearment coming as easily to you as it always has, and you wonder if his shoulders always tense when you say it. His hands move, slow and uncertain, to rest around your waist, and you smile a little. "I'm just a little tipsy, a lot happy. Did you see Roope dancing on the table?"

 "Yeah, that's why I brought you the water. Didn't want you getting any ideas," he says, and you laugh a little.  

 "I'm not going to ask why you're worried about me," you tell him, pulling back to look him in the eye again, and he's not looking uncomfortable now - just a little curious, just a lot fond. 

 "You think you know why?" he asks, and he's tilting his face up just right - you have your hands holding his face steady for you in the next heartbeat, you're pressing your lips to his like you'd been wanting to for months now, you feel him kissing you back, then deepening the kiss, confident and needy and sure - 

 and then he's gone. 

 And this time Tyler's not even to blame - you look around a little dazed, wondering if he'd spotted the two of you and came over, pushing Miro aside like he'd done to Jamie, wondering if you're more drunk thank you thought. 

 "Finish the water, Y/N," Miro says, because Miro had decided to pull away all by himself, and he's looking at you with - you don't even know. "I'll get you another glass, and then I should probably go. Happy birthday again, thanks for the - birthday kiss." 

 And then he really is gone, pushing his way through the crowd, and then you start wishing that you are drunk. 

[momorabu]

Code Realize ~Wintertide Miracles~ Playthrough - Alternate Story - First Christmas Fran -

Warning: Spoilers. Image heavy post.

Please read Fran’s route on the original Code Realize’s playthrough before procceeding.

Sorry that this was yet another blog post that took a long time to be completed ><” Was planning on finishing this sooner but work and health problems recently made me tired and reluctant to write for a long time D: But my love for Fran had finally made me pull through, so enjoy!

In this alternate timeline, the story started off summarizing abit on the terrorist plan that was created by Isaac, Cardia’s father, and after the group had managed to stop the plan, Fran decided to leave the government and become a doctor. Cardia had managed to save her brother, Finis, and now both of them stayed at Wales, in this beautiful mansion.

The story changed over to Fran’s point of view, where he had opened a clinic for a few months already, and with his reputation growing, he gradually gets more and more patients every day. The patient he’s seeing today was a mafia boss, Darius, who may look tough on the outside but was suffering a backache. (His expression here is quite funny XD)

Shirley, his daughter asked him to take it easy, alongside with her bodyguard, Passy. (Though it’s definitely not a good thing to diss that your boss is getting on age, Passy =w=“)

Darius was the head of the Gordon family, and with the family selling affordable medicine to Van, he was able to keep his rates low for his customers and that was a big help to the residents since most of them were usually too poor to visit a doctor. Darius wondered why Van had decided to open a clinic in such a neighbourhood rather than heading back to Royal Society, but even though he could help the country by creating new medicine and saving those that suffer from incurable diseases, Van felt that it will be important for him to understand the things that he creates will bring upon the people in the end.

Shirley asked Fran on Cardia’s situation, to which Fran replied that Cardia was doing well, and Finis and her would come over for checkups from time to time. 

(It’s great that Cardia had actually made a female friend here on this alternate storyline ^^ Shirley looks pretty cute~)

(These characters are pretty interesting, I think more information regarding them are found on Finis’s Route in Code Realize ~Future Blessings~? Shall play that next time to figure it out~)

When the Gordon Family had left, Fran wondered what the rest of the gang was doing now. Lupin and Impey had left for France to look for someone, Van and Dora-chan had went off to search for other surviving vampires, and Saint would appear unexpectedly at times, with Fran only knew that he was affiliated with a secret society and was quite busy. Cardia and Finis had reunited and were now living peacefully in Wales. Thinking about them made Fran felt lonely as Cardia filled his mind again. (Awww~)

Even after the clinic had closed, Fran still needed to check his supplies, prepare his medicine for tomorrow’s examinations and working on his research for new medicine. When all his tasks were finally done, he sat down and looked through his mail and found a letter addressed to him from his mother. 

Fran initially lived in Switzerland but had left several years ago in order to follow his path on alchemy. But when he ended up being on the wanted list and was on the run, he wasn’t able to write to his parents and guessed that his circumstances back then. His mother had told Fran to think about settling down now that he’s a grown man, and Fran was thinking about writing his usual response when he wondered if it’s okay if he wrote about Cardia in his letter, and started writing. When he was done, he flustered as he realised that he was pretty much bragging about Cardia in his letter, but ultimately still decided to send it out since what he had written was true and Cardia was indeed important to him. 

(I do like Fran’s indoor outfit here, he looks even cuter when he blushed >/////<)

Later on, Fran found himself dreaming, a dream where he and Cardia had their last walk in London before Cardia heads back to Wales. He wondered whether Cardia and he would have a different future if he had said something different back then... But ultimately, he still encouraged her to be happy with Finis now that they are normal siblings, and that they should live together to make up for their lost time. 

(Cardia looked so adorable here and Fran was so dependable as always~ ^^)

Fran had noticed that Cardia had shown a lonely face, he assured her that she can always come back for checkups frequently so it’s not like they can’t see each other again. Cardia continued to look at Fran intensely as if she had wanted to say something, however, in the end, she decided not to say anything, and left for Wales. Actually, at that time, Fran had another desire in his heart, but he had pushed it away since he knew that it’s best for Cardia to be with her family. He pondered what if he did something different back then, and had the courage to ask her to stay, will things be different between then now...?

When Fran awoke, he found himself in Watson’s house. Apparently, Fran had decided to stay at Watson’s house the night before. Fran and Watson had met when Fran was helping the victims injured by the Nautilus bombings, and from then the two had became great colleagues and friends. Watson was worried about Fran’s health, telling him that it would be bad if the doctor himself had fainted with exhaustion while consulting a patient.

Even though Fran had felt fulfilled being a doctor and treating patients, he still experiences loneliness, to the point that he kept dreaming the above heartbreaking dream every night. (Wow... that sounds like Fran really misses Cardia very much ><”) Watson mentioned that he had heard Fran’s sleeptalk and he was repeating a single name multiple times, which led to Fran blurting out about Cardia. In the end, Fran had no choice but to let Watson know about his feelings about Cardia. He had regretted about missing the opportunity to speak openly before they parted ways, and wondered if a new path may appear before him if he had chose to say his thoughts back then. Watson suggested Fran go and meet Cardia instead rather than waiting for her to come back to London, which somehow seems to convince Fran.

When Fran was heading home later on, he met Leonhardt, who praised him that he’s like a real doctor now, and tried to convince him to come back to the Royal Alchemy. But Fran refused Leonhardt once again, saying that his mind was set on that he wanted to help people’s lives directly by treating them in the clinic, rather than staying in the lab. Leonhardt was satisfied with Fran’s answer and told him that he would be rooting for him ^^ He also told Fran that the government had managed to locate the Zicterium from the document they had retrieved from Twilight, and Queen Victoria had decided to seal it to prevent it being used as a weapon again. In the end, Fran asked for a small sample for Cardia, and requested for the rest of them to be destroyed.

(This is the first time I see Fran in such an outfit~ He really looks quite different in terms of aura when compared to his original outfit~ >////<)

On the way home, Fran came across the Tower Bridge, he remembered the day he had gone on his last walk with Cardia, and wondered what Cardia had tried to tell him on that day. He also wondered what happens if he had said the below to Cardia, but thought that he might have troubled her instead...

When Fran finally reached, he found a letter from his mother again, surprised to see a reply so soon. Turned out that Fran’s parents were glad to hear about Cardia, and had mistaken that Fran was dating her. They wanted to meet Cardia, and decided to come over to London during Christmas, asking Fran to plan accordingly. (Yikes! Here comes trouble~!)

The story then continued on in Cardia’s point of view. Fran had written to her and she was surprised that he was coming to visit them rather than them going over to London this time. Cardia’s impression of Fran was that he was the one who had helped her more than the others, since he was the only one who could examine her and Finis. Cardia remembered that Fran had reassured her countless times that she’s a normal girl, giving her strength with his words. She realised that Fran was an important person to her that even now, just thinking about him makes her heart throb. She thought about her last walk in London with Fran, and was actually expecting Fran to tell her to stay with him at that time. (Awww~ >////<) She had suspected the words were there, just waiting to come out on that day, and had thought that Fran had thought of her in a very special way too. But she also wondered what would happen, if she was the one who had told Fran that she didn’t want to leave on that day... would things be different now?

Now that Fran was arriving soon, Cardia made sure that she was dressed up and even wanted to put on the lipstick she had bought with Shirley last time. But Finis spotted her actions and started dissing her that she was smiling creepily at the mirror ^^; He had baked some cookies, ready to serve them together with some tea to Fran when he arrived. Cardia smiled, noticing that Finis’s attitude towards Fran was much better than the other guys since he was ready to chase the others like Saint or Impey when they come visiting. 

(Finis’s words of approval of Fran~ He’s indeed the most acceptable, or say, least craziest among the group XD)

(Finis looked quite cute now with his two buns on the head XDD)

Fran soon arrived and started looking around Cardia’s room, remarking that it’s cute and that it’s charmingly feminine, and his compliments made Cardia embarrassed. Fran noticed that Cardia was blushing, and wanted to take a look at her if she’s not feeling well. Cardia explained that she was just feeling restless and nervous since this was the first time she was showing Fran her room here and her reaction ended up making Fran felt abit restless too and started blushing.

(These two are both blushing which makes the situation awkwardly adorable~ >////<)

Realising the situation was too awkward at the moment, Cardia decided to leave the room, offering to call Finis. But Fran grabbed her arm to stop from heading out, since he wanted to talk to Cardia alone.

There was something important that Fran had wanted to tell Cardia that he needed to tell her in person, even though he felt that it might be really embarrassing. Asking Cardia to listen to him carefully, Fran asked her to become his significant other. (Fran finally confessed~! Yeah~~)

These words were what Cardia had been waiting for, though she wondered whether she is enough for him. However, Fran’s words later on crushed her fantasy, telling her that she doesn’t have to be his “real” significant other. She’s confused, wondered what had he meant by that. (Excuse me, Fran?!)

Fran noticed that Cardia looked confused and tried to explain in a hurry. Long story short, he needed Cardia to pretend to be his significant other. Cardia’s mood turned sour, demanding Fran to stay in the room while she left to get some tea. 

(Cardia was indeed quite pissed off if she had such thought OWO”)

When Cardia returned, Fran decided to give her a proper explanation, saying that he had written to his parents about her being a girl that he was interested in, but his parents had mistaken and thought that they were engaged, and had planned to come over during Christmas to visit. Thus, Fran needed Cardia’s help during Christmas to act as a couple together. Cardia still felt upset, but realised that she was upset about herself misunderstanding the situation from earlier on. TWT Though she knew that Fran was very troubled, she actually felt exremely opposed to it, and thus wanted a reason to reject this proposal.

(Yikes, I didn’t know which option I should choose honestly, so I just chose a random one seriously D:)

Cardia answered that she won’t be a very good actor and suggested getting Finis or Lupin to disguise and act as her instead, but Fran opposed to it frantically. He blushed as he admitted that he had written alot of details regarding her to his parents, like how adorable she was, the places they had been through together and...

(Seriously, that’s wayyyyy too much information out there, Fran =////=“)

(I know how embarrassing it is, Cardia XD)

With Fran begging like this, Cardia can’t bear to reject him in the end, though she had a special condition for accepting this proposal...

(I just love this part where Cardia played a joke on Fran, pretending to reject him to make him panic for a moment XD Look at Fran’s face of doom XDD)

The story changed to Fran’s point of view as it continues. Cardia had accepted his request, so all he had to do now was to make sure his clinic’s matter was well organised and explain the current situation to the rest of the gang, since Lupin and the others will be coming over to London to celebrate Christmas together. However, rather than Cardia arriving on the morning of Christmas, Finis and her had arrived at the train station, whom Fran had went to fetch.

(Cardia’s and Finis’s winter outfit are so beautiful and cute~ >////<)

Suddenly, a man appeared mysteriously before them, whom Finis identified him from Idea. The man reintroduced him as Hansel, asking Finis to remember his name since they’re friends. Hansel explained that he’s here to check up on them since “mother” was worried, but assured them everything’s fine. 

Finis was shocked when Hansel suddenly grabbed him, whining to put him down. Hansel reminded Finis that the latter had wanted to go somewhere in the south since the weather was cold here, though Finis had said that casually and didn’t really mean it. Hansel still wanted to keep his promise though and forcefully brought Finis away, leaving just Cardia and Fran to themselves.

(Both of them looks compatible here in the winter outfit~ ^^)

Fran proposed that they head back to the clinic to put away their luggage, and as he was about to head away, Cardia held onto his sleeve, reminding him to fulfil his condition. What follows was a short flashback to Cardia proposing her two conditions on helping Fran - (1) Fran was to act as her significant other and cares for her as well,  (2) Cardia wanted as much practice as possible with Fran before she met his parents, and came to London a few days earlier than Christmas for that. 

Since Fran had to fulfil his condition, he had to start their practice, by putting his arm around Cardia. The two of them head off, with Cardia being amazed to see snow for the first time in her life. 

(At this moment I actually get an option screen, when I’m in Fran’s POV?! This feels like I’m getting Cardia’s affection up rather than Fran, in an otome game =w=“)

Fran accidentally revealed his true thoughts, which made both Cardia and him blushed like crazy XDDD But Cardia thought he was acting when he said that actually. Fran wanted to tell Cardia that he didn’t want to act (since he wanted to be an actual significant other), but missed the chance to do so, since he was afraid of destroying Cardia’s happiness.  (*disappointed TWT*)

Anyway, they’ve completed their first mission of walking in London together as a couple. Their next mission on the next day was to tell their friends that they’re a couple~!

Turns out that Fran was the one who’s all embarrassed to tell them, but Cardia encouraged him, saying that if he can’t even tell his friends this, it’s going to be harder when facing his parents later on. 

When Cardia and Fran entered the mansion where the gang used to gather, they’re first greeted by Impey, who was glad to see his angel. But he made a weird face when he noticed something...

Fran had wanted to announce that Cardia and him were a couple as soon as they stepped in initially, but the others soon turned out and everyone was caught up in greetings and catching up... until Impey finally pointed out that Cardia and Fran were linking arms together XD

(Feels abit bad for Impey that his angel Cardia was snatched away~~~)

Now that Impey had brought it up, Fran finally had the chance to announce Cardia as his~ 

(I love this line of his so much XDDD)

The rest of the gang didn’t seems shocked and accept it easily, much to the dismay of Impey (I bet he wanted others to object to Fran and Cardia dating, but oh well....). Van remarked that it seems natural and normal to him that Fran and Cardia are together~ (Van gave his thumb of approval? XD) 

Fran and Cardia decided to explain everything in the end when the commotion had settled. Realising that Fran’s parents would be visiting on 24th December which was the same day the gang was having their party, Lupin “demanded” Fran to spend the entire day with his parents, and they would postpone the party to another day, even encouraging Cardia and Fran to have more “practice” and leave the preparations for the party to the rest of the gang. 

(Impey was glad that all of this was an act though he was crying about it earlier on ^^; You definitely thought that was real just now XD)

(I just realised this now and reading this made me a little sad...)

Even though both Fran and Cardia wanted to spend as much time as possible practising to be a couple and going on dates, Fran still had to run his clinic, and Cardia decided to help him out. The patient had noticed her and teased Fran, remarking that he’s married. 

(Fran’s explanation is so cute and definitely doesn’t stop the patient from continuing on teasing him XD)

They closed the clinic after the morning on December 23, and decided to spend the afternoon walking around the town as a couple. Along the way, they stopped by a cafe for a tea break, but the couple menu offered to them was full of dishes’ names that were embarrassing for one to say it out loud ^^;

(What follows was pretty much the humiliation of Fran X3, since you can select from three different dishes for him to order >/////< Yep, I’ve selected all of them just to listen to him saying it XD)

Cardia felt embarrassed to the point that she looked away from him, to which he complained that he’s the one who felt more embarrassed since he was the one who ordered it XD Cardia wondered if they looked like a real couple seeing that the waiter offered them the couple’s menu when they entered the cafe, to which Fran mummered whether it would be wrong if they’re a real couple. (Sounds like he wanted them to be an actual couple rather than for act, same like Cardia, but no one is taking another step in confirming their relationship TWT) 

Fran later proposed that they shall try to do everything couples do, and brought her to this beautiful place...

There was an ice rink available there, and thus Fran decided to teach Cardia how to ice skate. Cardia can’t help but feel abit pissed on how good Fran at ice-skating since she had thought of him as one who isn’t so athletic. Fran smiled and answered that since he had been skating pretty much his entire life in his hometown, he’s proud of his skating skills when compared to Lupin or Van. 

(It’s refreshing to see that Fran had his childish / boyish side as well~ ^////^)

Just then, Fran pulled Cardia away from the fence that she was holding on, making her all flustered and holding tightly to his hand, while being aware of the close distance between them. When Fran suggested whether he should let go of her arm so she could try to skate on her own, Cardia told him not to let go of her, and he replied that he won’t let go of her anymore. (In a different sense, but awww~ this part is sweet~ >////<)

Even though Cardia cherished these moments she had with Fran, she can’t help but think that Fran was doing all these with her as part of their practices and them being a couple was just temporary. Finally, on December 24, Christmas Eve, it was planned that they would welcome Fran’s parents who would arrive by train in the evening. Cardia felt that it would be hard to let go of Fran when the act comes to an end, wondering whether she would be able to refrain herself from making any sad expressions. 

They went for a walk together, talking about how they’ve felt these few days that they’ve been through together. Cardia had noticed that Fran seems to let himself free to the point that she felt that he wasn’t even acting when he looked at her with such gentle expression, leading her to be deceived that they were really a couple. 

When they arrived at the train station, Fran asked Cardia to come closer to him since he’s afraid that she would get a cold, and wrapped his arms around her. Even though Cardia tried to create a conversation with him, she found herself unable to do so and end up crying instead. 

(This part was so heart-breaking at that moment T////T) 

In reply to Fran, Cardia finally decided to let out her true feelings, she had fun for the past few days, but felt painful too, knowing that all of this would come to an end, and revealed that she didn’t want them being a couple to be a lie. She told Fran that she would keep a good act until the very end even though she’s sad, to which Fran replied that she’s very strong, even stronger than him. He told Cardia that he didn’t want both of them to be liars, nor he wanted to live with any more regrets in his life, and thus proposed a way for them to turn their lie into the truth.

(I’ve been waiting for this moment since the start of the route T////T You guys took way too long to get together! T////T )

Seeing that Cardia might now believe his words and thought that he was saying all this as part of their act, he decided to turn his feelings into actions... by kissing Cardia on the lips.

With that, Cardia believed him and both of them became a couple at last~ ^////^ Cardia was interested to know what Fran’s parents were like, since they could be her family one day. (Wow, the pace is moving towards marriage now?! O////O) Fran laughed and replied that they’re very normal, and that they loved Fran very much. (Sounds like Fran really did grew up in a loving family ^^)

When Fran’s parents arrived, Fran greeted them warmly and introduced Cardia to them, which they were curious to know since Fran had written so much about her in the letter XD

(Cardia’s reply when Fran’s parents asked her to take good care of him is just too adorable >/////<)

What Cardia and Fran would have to worry will be to explain their relationship status to their friends later on, and she looked forward to the near future where Fran’s family will become part of her family too, with Fran vowing that he will cherish every moment that they spend together, and their future was just beginning.

Final Thoughts / Ramblings:

And~ it’s the end~ Welp, I actually felt this was short (it seems even shorter than the last FD) since it feels like their sweet moments were about to start but it ended T////T Fran’s route sure likes to feed me bitter and sweet moments T/////T Overall I still enjoyed them very much since it’s “Fran”, but a part of me sure do craves for more sweet moments with him since even after two fan discs of Fran’s moment, I didn’t felt it was enough >/////< Fran is really such a great character for me that he seriously jumped up to my top favourites of guys after so many years of otome-gaming ^/////^

I realised that there was still the triangle date but I shall not play that part yet until I’m done with another character’s route~ You guys might know whose route I’m going for next in the main game seeing how I’ve put up the banner on the blog, so see you guys on the next route~!

[rgr-pop]

i watched a bunch of project pan videos while i cleaned my brushes and...FINE! i’ll do it this year. some of this i’ve been working on with this intention for ages but maybe if i name it, lol. i should probably participate in online spaces where the other ppl are doing this but....ok! not counting the stuff i’ll definitely use up (brow pencils, mascara, my daily powder, mac fix+ etc). mostly minis but leave me alone:

FACE

thebalm mary lou manizer. this is really as good as people claim, and i really am going to, as the hurus say, “enjoy using it up”--good looking pan on that already!

too faced chocolate soleil bronzer. looking forward to rewarding myself with mac taupe in place of this, and a cream contour if i can find one like fenty amber for cheaper. i use it on my eyes a lot also, like i could use this as an eye contour colour every day with whatever else i do, but i’ll be happy to switch that function to that medium brown in the naked 1.

benefit f...fake up? this is the product that is now the boiing hydrating concealer. this is kind of nice and i’d consider buying it again, but i like more undereye coverage now actually. there’s only a few uses left of this!

this hard candy liquid illuminator that was never good but which i’ve been determined to defeat. it’s maybe down to a third, but the last few times i tried to wear it it got kinda clumpy. might be a loss.

model co blush in peach bellini. hate to want to give this up because it’s gorgeous and one of my favorite blushes, but it breaks constantly and i’m sick of babysitting it. i also wear it very heavy so this should be doable. will maybe replace with a higher end version of the same concept, a rusty coral full of shine.

benefit girl meets pearl. i can probably finish this up in a few weeks if i pay attention!

the face stuff i probably won’t make any progress on til the summer

benefit pores no more. probably just a few more uses left in this, i’m hoping i can make winter space for it (want to feel better buying the elf putty primer when i get a chance to) 

dr. brandt pores no more. pretty full mini but if i use up the above asap i can get this finished by the end of summer.

tarte natural cheek stain. this is so so so old and inexplicably still gorgeous, i figured it’s only a matter of time and i should probably target it, for the summer when it looks nicest. probably quarter of an inch left of this.

benefit fine one one. another creamy cheek thing that is nicest in the summer. probably half an inch left. i’m determined! if rgr finishes cream blushes, she can have a nudestix cream blush the hurus love? as a treat?

this physicians formula high alcohol setting spray--there’s so much left of this and i’m going nowhere, but i reaaaallly wanna use it up so i can move on to a bottle of ud all nighter sephora accidentally gave me. i so rarely wear this kind of setting spray! i will not pan this, and i should pass it on to someone else. it’s like loaded with alcohol lol

EYE

very old urban decay midnight cowgirl? idk, got a lot of pan, and since it’s more like a glitter additive i feel like it won’t make me feel stifled to work on this.

this “eye polish”?? what it is is a bottle of shimmery loose shadow on a foam applicator thing. it’s stupid to use and impossible to decant but i’m gonna try to remember to use it for my inner corner because it is actually so gorgeous 

essence make me brow. unclear how i haven’t used this up??? it goes and goes 

stila silver dollar. i have three silver eyeliners, they’re all nice but this is my least favorite because it’s so white. since it’s a stick and not a pencil i should use it before it dries up.

i’ll add some colourpop super shocks to this when i get duraline to freshen em up, probably.

LIP

this starlooks creamy nude gloss thing. this is actually pretty nice but i doubt i’ll use it up, i’ll just give it til the fall or so. i’m sick of looking at it.

buxom soft matte whatever in centerfold. lots of retailer birthday gifts here lol. this is too warm for me to love but i’m gonna give it a shot. 

urban decay 69 in the old REVOLUTION formula. fuck, i’ve been working on this for years and i accidentally fell in love with it. it’s gorgeous on me. a wetter red lipstick is really the thing. i’ll use it up easily but miss it when it’s gone, and i’ll consider repurchasing in the new vice formula but revlon’s fire and ice is very close to this, a tiny bit darker. 

colourpop the rabbit. this is fairly full but it’s a liquid lipstick that i actually like wearing so i should try to use it all up. this is what i was wearing the other night, at new years.

colourpop trap. listen... i bought the closest lipstick dupe to this and it’s just not the same. i’m gonna miss this! there’s maybe like 2 wears left in here.

the tarte lip paint thing in birthday suit. i actually kinda like this, for a nude, and i’ve worn it enough that i should be able to use it up.

bare minerals marvelous moxie lipstick in get ready. more birthday nudes!  it pains me to put this on here because it’s actually one of my favorite lipsticks and one of the best formulas i’ve ever tried, and they don’t make it anymore! i looove wearing this. a brighter nude, still nude. a pleasure to wear. i should just use it up and, again, as they say, “enjoy it.” 

gingerbread lip balm for going under all these fucking liquid lipsticks

makeup forever whatever in no9 or something. this is a brownier nude, which i’d like if it wasn’t an inferior version of one i like from urban decay or something. i probably won’t actually finish this and it’s starting to dry out, but i oughta take a crack at it.

rimmel exaggerate lipliner in rich. i wear lipliner a lot more now (workdays) and want to beef up my stash, but first i wanna get rid of all the old ones and twist-ups that might dry out. this might be close to done.

see you in the next quarter! whoms joining me 

[fangirlinsweden]

Promises 7

Pairing: Steve x reader                                                                        

Warnings: Fluff, I don’t really know what else to say

Word Count: about 2800 words.                      

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo            

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.  

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

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Promises Masterlist

You walk into the kitchen with the gang still singing happy birthday to you. Nat, Pepper, Clint and Bruce were standing in the kitchen waiting for you with a big breakfast is served.

You remember that Nat, Clint, Steve and Bucky had gone at a mission yesterday. You really needed coffee to wake up.

“When did you get back from the mission,” you ask Nat when she pulls out a chair for you to sit in.

“An hour ago” Nat smiles at you.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” you ask looking around at your friends. All of them were in the kitchen. Clint shrugs taking a big sip of his coffee.

“We can sleep after the breakfast,” Bucky says placing a plate with pancakes and berries in front of you. Wanda hands you a glass of new pressed juice and a cup of coffee. You thank them and you the rest of the gang sit down. You eat breakfast together laughing and having a nice time. After a while, you see how tired Nat, Clint, Bucky and Steve looked.

“Guys, as much as I appreciate all of these,” you say and make a gesture at the table around you. “Go and get some sleep.” This is met with a bit of grumbling. You give them your famous bitch face and the four of them leave the kitchen to get some sleep. When you stand up and start cleaning up the breakfast Sam and Wanda send you away to your room to get dressed and do whatever you wanted. So you leave them to it.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

  Later in the afternoon of your birthday and what had probably been the most relaxed day of your life, or at least since you joined the Avengers. Pepper had treated you to lunch at your favourite restaurant and you had gone to your favourite book store, where you had bought some new books, to treat yourself. It was now time to start getting ready for your dinner. You wanted to look your best and have an amazing time with your family.

Pepper, Wanda and Nat had helped you shop a new dress earlier in the week. It was a kind of simple red dress, but it made you feel beautiful. It had a bit of lace on it and if fit you perfectly. The dress lay in your bed and a pair of black heels stood on the floor. You had taken a shower and curled your hair. Now you stand in front of the mirror trying to come up with how you wanted to do your make-up. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You said and the door opened. Wanda stepped into the room.

“You are not ready yet?” She asked looking you over.

“I can’t decide on my make-up” you make a gesture at the make-up you had.

“Hmmm” Wanda walks over and points at your chair in front of your make-up table. She takes out your favourite red lipstick, that was the same shade as your dress. Your nails were already painted in the same red shade. Wanda helps you with your make-up and in no time you are ready to leave your room.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 You walk out of your room with Wanda and Steve is standing outside. He looked good in a pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt. Wanda makes an excuse to leave you to alone.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” Steve says giving you a big smile. You blush.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” You comment. “Escort me to the dinner?” You smile at Steve. He offers you his arm and you accept it. You walk in silence down the hallway. When you had reached the others, Wanda and Bruce walked over to you and you started talking. Waiting for the rest to arrive before dinner.

“Look who we found in the elevator,” Nat says walking into the room and behind her is Pepper and your father talking.

“Dad” you laugh and walk over to him. He pulls you into his arms.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart!” he says. He releases you and you look around the room, your eyes stopping for a moment on Steve. His eyes meet yours with a lifted brow and you look away, feeling your cheeks starting to get hot.

“You need to meet the team,” you say and take your father's hand, pulling him to the team.

“Dad, this is the Avengers,” You say. “This is my father, Frank Y/N.” You say to the team.

“This is Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. We are missing Rhody, Peter Parker and Thor.” Greetings and pleasantries are exchanged.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” a happy voice says from behind you. You turn around.

“Peter” you squeal and running into his open arms. Peter catches you and spins you around.

“Did you really think I would let you celebrate your birthday without me?” Peter laughs and puts you down on the floor again. You take his hand and drag him to the rest of the gathering.

“Dad, this is Peter Parker,” you say. “Peter, this is my father Frank.” They great each other.

“It’s nice to finally meet Y/N’s other family,” Your father says after a while. Your eyes move around the room. Family. It warmed your heart to know that your father understood. Your eyes reach Steve and he was already looking at you smiling big. You give him a smile before you look over at Pepper.  She makes a gesture and you walk over to her. What you did not notice is that she wants you to join her so that your father can talk to Steve.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 In front of Steve was Y/N father, Frank. Steve swallowed hard. His hands started sweating. Meeting Frank after everything that had happened between him and her scared him. Maybe her father hated him.

“Can we talk?” Frank asks and nods his head in the direction of the hallway. Steve nods and looks around the room. Bucky meets his eyes and lift and brow. Steve tries giving his friend a calming smile, but it looked more like a scared smile. Steve follows Frank out in the hallway.

“I see how you are looking at my daughter,” Frank said when they are out of sight from everybody. Steve swallows hard. “And I see the way she is looking at you” Steve rubs a hand over his neck. “A blind man would be able to see that you are in love with my daughter” he continues.

“I would like to know what you are planning to do about this.” Steve clears his throat and looked right in the man’s eyes.

“You are right, I love her and if she lets me,” Steve said without looking away. “Then I will marry her one day. She is the best in my life.” Frank nodded approving. “I know I messed everything up, but I am trying to make it right again.” Steve continued completely honest.

“I like that you know you messed up,” Frank said with a laugh. “And I know that I don’t need to threaten you what I would do to you if you hurt her. I know that Y/N can take care of herself and that what is left of you will be taken care of by Nat and Wanda.” he chuckles at this and Steve just nods. He knew this as well.

“Don’t forget the rest of the team” Steve chuckles. “They all see Y/N as a family member and if I hurt her I would have to face all of them.” Everyone talks and Pepper says it’s time to eat. You walk over to the table, and its beautifully set with your favourite flowers, dark blue table cloth with galaxies on it. The plates are gold as well as the cutlery.

“Wow,” you say and Pepper smiles at you looking pleased. You know it was Pepper who had done this for you. Tony leads you to the head of the table as the guest of honour. It felt weird, but you did it. It gave you a good overview of your family. You smile, laugh and eat and have a fantastic time with your family. Eating your good food and drinking champagne. Tony had said that you deserved the best, therefore you got the best. It was amazing and you felt loved.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 After dinner it came time to open the presents. A part that you both loved and hated because you were afraid to let people down if you weren’t excited enough about the presents you got. Tony had set up a big chair, like a throne, with two tables beside one either side. He wanted all eyes to be on you.

“My lady,” Peter handed you his hand and walked you over to the chair. “Now sit” he demanded.  Everyone else stood in front of you. Tony winked at you and walked over to Bruce.

“Here open the presents from me first” Tony ordered and handed you to bright red packages with gold bows on them. They were kind of heavy. You opened the biggest one first and got a shook. It was a blood red computer. You looked upon Tony and smiled.

“Thank you,” you said and he made a gesture to the smaller package. So you opened it and it was a new mobile, with the same colour as the computer. You placed it at the table to your right and hopped up giving Tony a big hug.

“Thank you,” you said again. Tony cleared his throat. “Well, I could not have you come to me every time to old crap you use starts acting up”. Everyone laughs at this. You sat down again and Pepper is next handing you a golden envelope. You opened it and squealed. An entire weekend with the girls at a luxury’s spa.

“Thank you,” You hoped up and gave her a big hug.

“You deserve some downtime,” Pepper said. Everyone nodded at this. Your father walked over to you with two packages. He handed you the small one first. You opened it and it was a small ring box in it. When you opened it you let out a gasp. It was your grandmother’s engagement ring.

“Dad,” you said kind of questioning.

“Your grandmother always said that you should get this ring one day,” Frank says and you blink away a couple of tears. “She loved you and you know it was not your fault what happened. You were just a child.” You nod and he pulls you up into his arms hugging you tight. You had needed to hear that more then you thought.  When he released you he handed you the other package. Inside was a photo album with photos from the time you were a baby up till you joined the Avengers. Tears started to make their presence known again.

“Oh, baby pictures of Y/N” Tony smirks. “I want to see” He put out his hand to grab the album, but Nat smacks his hand away. “Later,” Tony mumbles. You hug your father again before you sit down again.

Wanda hands you a present.

“It’s from Nat and me” she says. You open it and it’s a black shoe box. You pull out a pair of black Jimmy Coo high heels that you had been drooling over for the last couple of weeks. You let out a laugh.

“Damn, that is a pair of sexy shoes,” Sam says and the room gets quiet. Frank looks over at Sam that blushes under his eyes. You quickly take off the shoes you had on and slipped on the new shoes. Then you stand up and Nat gives you wolf-whistle.

“That’s not how you should do it,” Bucky says and you lift a brow at him. Everyone starts laughing. You walk over to Nat and Wanda and pull them into a group hug.

“Thank you,” You say. “I love them.”

“Well, if I had walked in on you drooling at them one more time online I might have gone crazy” Nat sassed. “Now I can do it in real life instead,” you say and smile. Wanda started laughing. Nat drags you over to the chair again.

 Next out are Sam and Bucky. They are bickering between each other, but Bucky hands you a package. It was clear that they had tried to pack it together and end up fighting about it. It was kind of messy packaging but you loved it. When you saw what was inside you started laughing, tears started running from your eyes. Everybody looked at you curiously so you hold up the homemade booklet that contained coupons. You eyed through it quickly. There were coupons for training together, breakfast in bed, the boys being your arm candy to parties, snuggle buddy’s during movie nights, buying you marshmallows in the middle of the night, going shopping with you and carrying all your shopping bags and getting to take their turns at deciding movie on movie night. You stand up and give Bucky and Sam them both each a kiss on their right cheek. “Thank you,” you say. You sit down again and Bruce comes over slowly. You give him a smile and he hands you a small package. It is carefully packed in a silver paper and you open it. Inside is a box and when you lift the lid of the box you look up at him with big eyes.

“How?” you ask before you lift the small flask inside the package. Inside is a liquid that looks like coloured galaxies. It was amazing.

“I can’t really explain it to you,” Bruce says shifting around a bit. “But I know how much you love space and stars.” You let out a small laugh before you put the flask on one of the tables. You stand up and give Bruce a big hug. “Thank you,” you say and step back. Bruce makes a small wave with his hand. Peter steps forward almost tripping on his own feet. The group stifles a laugh, but Sam gives a full-blown laugh. Wanda pushes him. Peter hands you a present and you can see on his face that it’s something good.

“You didn’t,” you say looking on the package. He just shrugs and gives you a wink. You tear into the paper and start laughing when you pull out t-shirt. Specially made to you. It says:  Fangirl /ˈfanɡəːl/ noun: a female fan, especially one who is obsessive about comics, film, music, or science fiction. Under the text, there was the Tardis, a silhouette of the fellowship of the ring, the lamppost from Narnia and the Disney castle. You smile at the t-shirt.

“Look in the box again,” Peter says smirking. So you do. Inside are four more t-shirts. One for every fandom that was on the first t-shirt. The first one is dark blue and it says: “We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?” It was from Dr Who and one of your favourite quotes and under the text was the Tardis. The next one is forest green and with a more cursive style it says:  “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost”. One of your favourite poems and a part of Lord of the Rings trilogy. Under the text was the same silhouette of the Fellowship of the Ring as it was on the first t-shirt. The three t-shirts is a maroon t-shirt with the text: “She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never, never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.” This was a quote from the Narnia books and under the text was a picture of Atlas, the lion from Narnia. And the last t-shirt was white with multi-coloured text with metallic effect that said: "All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them." One of your favourite Walt Disney quotes. Under the quote was a silhouette of Walt Disney walking hand in hand with Mikey Mouse. You stand up placing the t-shirts on one of the tables. You give Peter a big hug. “I have missed you. Thank you” you say. Peter laughs. “I have missed you too. I did not want you to forget our movie traditions” Peter says smiling at you. “I am soon back for spring break. We have a lot of movies to look at and books to talk about.” You laugh and nod. “It’s a date.” Steve goes stiff at this sentence, but nobody else but you seem to notice it. Nat points at the chair.

“You have more presents left to open,” she commands.

“Yes, sat down princess,” Tony laughs and Pepper shove him. You sit down with a sigh and Clint walks over to you with a strange looking present. He hands it to you and you open it. Inside is a costume bow and quiver, it looks like Legolas bow and quiver from the Lord of the Rings movies. Everyone starts laughing.

“My present is to train you in archery,” Clint smiles at you. You jump up and hug him.

“See Nat, nagging helps,” you laugh looking at Nat.

“Go sit down,” Nat says shaking her head. “Steve’s last”. Everyone looks at Steve who looks down on two packages in his arms. It was obvious that everyone was curious about what he would give you in present. Well, not Bucky, because he looked at you with a smug smile.

“This is going to be good,” Tony says rubbing his hands together.

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