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lavynrose · 3 years

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Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

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pawsitivelymiraculous · 3 years

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Four pictures worth one thousand two-hundred and eighty two words

This is the Valentine's piece for @bunathebunny!!! I hope you like it :D Also thank you @eat0crow for organizing this event.

Ao3

Marinette looked at the photo strip of paper in her hand, which had four pictures in it, and smiled. Because if one picture alone was a thousand words. Then those four were a story.

One with the most unexpected beginning. Where she found the love of her life at probably her lowest point.

Being the guardian of the miraculous while still going out as ladybug had been stressful enough but when the end of high school began to approach, Marinette realized that she couldn't handle it all.

People were expecting her to make decisions that would define the rest of her life while Marinette longed for the days when she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Marinette felt lost, because she needed to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, alone.

And then she found him.

Jason Todd. Who looked a lot more lost than she did. Who's past had been so dark that Marinette could feel the bad luck and misfortune radiating from him. But within all of that she found beauty, a soul that had been through a lot but still cared.

That's when she found her best friend. The destruction to her creation. They both helped each other and Marinette got to see as the light seeped back into Jason's eyes. The clouds cleared and the real Jason Todd shined through.

Likewise, she had found a balance between her life, a way to achieve her dreams, and her keep responsibilities as guardian.

Jason helped her a lot. He took the Chat noir miraculous after Adrien left to live in London when he was accepted to go to college there. And fought by her side.

The only downside to it all was everyone thinking that they were dating. Not because she didn't like Jason. She did. A lot. But Jason had been through so much that she didn't think it was the right time. So every time one of her friends teased her about how they were basically an old married couple Marinette felt a pang of sorrow knowing that she had once again fallen for a guy who didn't love her back, romantically at least.

It hurt a lot. The years passed and they were still there for one another. But Marinette had to suffer through seeing Jason with random girls. "No commitment" he would say but that didn't lessen the sting.

But Marinette had his friendship, and that was something she treasured. And that she was not going to lose for anything in the world.

Then Jason started to become distant. Before, he basically lived at her house. Now he barely visited. Every time she called him to hang out, he came up with an excuse for why he couldn't. She was losing her best friend and didn't know why.

Had she done something? Did he go back to Gotham without telling her? Both of these options terrified her.

Then after a couple of weeks Marinette decided that enough was enough. She was going to go to Jason's apartment and lure him out to go to a carnival. And god forbid he refused because she was going to drag him there kicking and screaming if necessary.

She was going to get her best friend back.

~♡~♡~♡~

Jason was an idiot. There was no question about it. He was an idiot and Marinette was going to kill him for good this time.

And he deserved it because he had fallen for his best friend.

He couldn't handle it. Every time he saw her he wanted to just look into those beautiful blue eyes and kiss her.

He wanted to kiss her forever, and then marry her and- okay he was really getting carried away.

But since he couldn't do that, Jason avoided her. Which was really stupid because it was probably driving Marinette insane. And that was never good.

Why was he such a… a mess? He wanted to kill Bruce, but couldn't. He left Gotham And wandered aimlessly around the world before crashing into Paris and meeting the most amazing girl in the world. She took him in, cleaned his wounds both literally and metaphorically. And now he was almost purposefully hurting said girl because he was a coward.

Jason wondered just how angry and hurt Mari was at the moment. This was answered a couple of days later when there was a knock on his door.

When he opened it he saw her, Marinette in all her glory looking downright pissed. She examined him, from head to toe, with narrowed eyes. And when she concluded that he looked unharmed she glared at him.

"So he lives." She remarked sarcastically.

"Oh, hey Pixie. What's up?" He said nervously. If looks could kill, he'd be dead and nothing would be able to bring him back.

He needed to get his act together.

"Well you barely talk to me anymore so I came to find your corpse." Ouch "But since you're still here then you're coming with me to the carnival." Her tone made it clear it was not up to discussion.

He tried to refuse anyway. "Actually, Mari. I'm busy right now but maybe next time?"

"No"

"Um what?"

"I didn't ask you to come, I said you're coming with me. So get your keys and let's go."

Needless to say, Jason did as he was told. Pissed off Mari was terrifying.

~♡~♡~♡~

Walking around the carnival was awkward to say the least. Jason didn't talk, and didn't really do much except jump every time they accidentally made contact.

This was very out of character. Her dork would joke about how rigged the games were. Then he would spend hours proving that he could beat them all anyway. Her Jason would laugh, and have fun with her, not stare into the distance while looking like he wished he was miles aways from her.

Marinette's patience was running thin. And when they were in line for the photobooth she finally snapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jason looked at like a deer caught in headlights. "Uh, I don't know what you mean."

Marinette fumed "Jason Peter Todd you know exactly what I'm talking about! You've been ignoring me, and acting all strange. " At this point her anger blended with hurt when her voice cracked as she said. "What did I do to you?"

Seeing Marinette's eyes shine with unshed tears broke Jason. "I think I'm in love with you!" He blurted. "Can't you understand? I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

Marinette looked at him in confusion. His words barely registered in her head when she looked at his eyes. They looked so confused, but at the same time hopeful and filled with love. Before she knew what was happening, she was moving closer, and so was he. They were millimeters apart when-

"Are you going inside or not?" A man who was behind them in line asked, tapping his foot impatiently. His daughter looked up at him in confusion.

Jason's eyes flashed dangerously, so Marinette grabbed him and pushed him into the booth before he could kill the guy.

Once inside they sat awkwardly. Their moment was interrupted. Should they continue? Should she take initiative? They both seemed to be at loss on what to do.

Then a click and a flash interrupted their thoughts. Marinette looked at the camera, startled. Then she looked at Jason, who had been looking at her intensely. When their eyes met, all of Marinette's worries vanished. She grabbed Jason by the collar and their lips crashed together into a deep and passionate kiss as the camera clicked away.

Ps: I'm still working on the art for this so yeahh hopefully I'll finish that soon.

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oikeiji · 4 years

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call you mine | akaashi keiji

summary: you and akaashi spent the day with each other as friends. or that’s what the both of you thought. towards the end of the day, he brings up a sudden question.

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

word count: 1610

content: fluff!!! :,( akaashi ily

warnings: nothing besides mentions of food, also not proofread

(this entire scenario was based off this song, hence the title, so feel free to listen to it while reading :) hope u enjoy!!)

akaashi’s eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his slumber. his eyes shifted to the alarm clock beside his bed. it was 7 in the morning. he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. memories of yesterday’s practice replayed in his mind. him and bokuto got into a petty argument that left bokuto angry with him. akaashi frowned thinking about it, bringing his mood down a bit. it was normal but it still kind of bothered him that it happened often.

figuring bokuto was still mad at him, he decided to call you. he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and clicked on your contact. you were surprised that he was calling you so early in the morning, but it was akaashi so you didn’t mind. he ranted about what happened with bokuto and you gave him some advice. afterwards the both of you talked about random things and made each other laugh.

you looked at the time and it had already been two hours since you answered his call. there was now a comfortable silence between the two of you. “hey keiji?” you called out to him and he hummed in response. “wanna meet up and get something to eat? since i know you won’t be hanging with bokuto today.” he got too excited and eager, quickly accepting your proposal.

the two of you are quite close and akaashi won’t deny the fact he has a crush on you. how could he not? you were so funny, understanding, talented, pretty… the list could go on. he knew he was falling when you unexpectedly made him a bento with his favorite food. the two of you rarely hang out outside of school due to him being busy with volleyball and you had other things to do as well. of course he took this opportunity right away.

akaashi got up from his bed to get dressed. he wanted to impress you since you always see him in his uniform, but he tried not to overdress. you guys planned to meet up at the train station and walk to the restaurant together. he left as soon as he was ready, trying not to make you wait up.

the train ride wasn’t too long and he arrived at the agreed time. he looked around the station trying to find you. he spotted you waiting near the exit of the station. god she looks so good, he thought to himself. his heart rate picked up a bit and he gulped before approaching you.

“hey y/n!” akaashi called as he started getting closer. you looked over to his direction, a smile immediately appeared on your face. wow he looked even better in casual clothing, you thought.

“keiji!” you greeted him back. you hoped you didn’t come off too excited. the two of you exchanged a little side hug. it was a bit odd since you guys weren’t touchy due to being surrounded by classmates almost all of the time.

“you look.. very pretty.”

“thank you. you look very handsome yourself,” his little compliment made your heart skip a beat. was this really happening? your face started to heat up. oh god, you really hoped he didn’t notice the blush forming on your face. you didn’t want him to see the effect he had on you.

during the walk to the restaurant you two talked about what food you were going to order. it also consisted of you guys getting sort of lost since the maps app was being stupid and giving you the wrong directions. akaashi was the one pointing out that you were heading towards sketchy places. eventually you guys arrived at your destination, which was a cute little conveyor sushi belt restaurant.

being the gentleman he was, akaashi let you in first and followed after you. the two of you were sat down by the host. when akaashi sat in front of you, that’s when you realized. you were really alone with him. just him. no classmates or people you knew around. it was just the two of you together. is this technically a date? no... neither of us said it was, you got lost in your thoughts. you tried your best to hide your nerves so he wouldn’t notice anything off.

“ready to order?” akaashi interrupted your thoughts.

“oh yeah! you can put yours in first.”

he quietly agreed. little did you know that akaashi himself was yelling on the inside. he tried thinking of it as if you guys were in class just talking. except this was nothing like class! you guys weren’t talking about the assignments or what your plans are for the school day. he shouldn’t be acting like this though.. you guys were good friends. he blamed it on the fact he was romantically interested in you.

once the both of your orders came in, you guys started eating. thankfully it was just like your regular old conversations. nothing awkward or uncomfortable, just two good friends having a chat over some good food. you guys shared some good laughs and you took pictures of akaashi claiming that ‘he looked like a squirrel’ with his cheeks stuffed. he got revenge by taking some of you unexpectedly. secretly, both of you were happy you got pictures of one another.

after your delicious meal, you dragged akaashi to an arcade nearby. the two of you played a bunch of games and competed against each other. some games he let you win on purpose, but some games just sparked his competitiveness and showed you no mercy.

you guys played games for about an hour before deciding to leave. that place was really eating your money up. akaashi was surprisingly good at the claw games. he let you keep some of the plushies he won even though you protested against it. it was unintentional, but you guys ended up with matching plushies. he just really wanted you to keep something that reminded you of him.

on the way out you noticed that there was a photobooth. you suggested taking pictures for memories. the pictures came out super cute and you guys had a copy each. akaashi was definitely going to cherish this and place it somewhere nice in his room.

it had gotten dark outside very quickly. after doing other random activities like window shopping, you guys came across a park. there were surprisingly a bunch of people despite it being dark out. all of the benches were occupied so the two of you sat under a tree.

“wow, the sky looks so beautiful tonight.”

“yeah you can see the stars very clearly,” akaashi turned to look at you. you were staring up at the sky in awe. he quickly turned away before you could catch him staring.

the two of you were in the same comfortable silence from earlier. you guys gazed at the stars together and enjoyed each other's presence. however, both of you were not calm on the inside. you became hyper aware of how close akaashi was to you and debated whether to scoot closer or not. on the other hand, he was fighting with himself if now was the right to confess. there wouldn’t be any other perfect time than this.

akaashi looked over at you again. he admired how the moonlight shone down on you. butterflies began to fill his stomach. you looked so beautiful to him, the stars were literally in your eyes. he couldn’t take his eyes off you and wished he could capture this moment to have forever.

“y/n?” he tried to gain your attention.

“hm what’s up?”

“no, look at me.”

you were startled by his words and turned towards him. he was staring at you with such a serious look on his face. his gaze alone made you nervous again and you froze in place.

“please just listen and don’t say anything until after,” he spoke. “i really like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for a long time now. ever since that day you randomly put that bento box on my desk. you’re so nice to me and always listen to my problems. i couldn’t help but fall in love with you. seeing you look at the stars next to me makes me fall in love with you more. there isn’t any other perfect time for me to confess to you… can i call you mine?”

you teared up at his confession. he looked at you worriedly but before he could say anything you hugged him tightly. he slowly wrapped his arms around you, kind of confused.

“keiji, you idiot,” you mumbled into his chest, letting a few tears out. “of course i’ll be yours. i did that all for you because i like you. it’s about time you finally knew about it.”

“i’m so glad, i really thought you were going to reject me,” akaashi slowly rubbed your back.

“you’re dumb. you’re so dumb, keiji. why else would i go out of my way to make you lunch?”

you cuddled up into his chest, watching the stars together. eventually you guys had to separate ways since it was starting to get really late. trying to leave each other at the train station was hard, but you hugged each other tightly before separating.

once akaashi got home, he flopped right onto his bed. he couldn’t believe that actually happened. he brought his blanket up to his face and started smiling hard. memories from tonight replayed in his mind. his phone buzzed beside him, snapping him out of his thoughts. he quickly grabbed it.

goodnight cutie :)

you were really going to be the death of him.

HELP IT’S ALMOST 7AM AND I STAYED UP WRITING THIS. hope you guys liked this one as much as i did!! sorry if the end seems a bit rushed i’m very tired lol. aaaaah akaashi T__T the things i do for u.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi oneshot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq akaashi

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The Arcade

Summary:

Choi Seungcheol decides that you two ought to go on a date. Why he suddenly decides this, you aren’t sure, but you know the moment that you two step into that small, dark, empty arcade, that he has his own idea of exactly what you two will be doing before you leave.

5k+ Words

Warnings: Hair pulling, light degradation, a few jealous comments, slightly possessive Cheol, biting, marking, public stuff, overstimulation, lots of power play, dub-con, use of safewords, creampie!

The jealousy and possessive stuff is likely to be very triggering for some people! So please make sure not to read this if that stuff tends to trigger your in any way! I apologize if the way that their relationship is portrayed in the fic makes anyone uncomfortable at all- i assure you that wasn’t the intention. Please know their relationship can be seen as very unhealthy and toxic!

Also, this story is for my friend @kimseokmomjins ! I went to an arcade with her one day in literally like August or September and she was like: “SEUNGCHEOL FUCKING YOU IN A PHOTOBOOTH” and I was like “HECK YEAH, I’LL DO IT” and now it’s December! Haha, sorry about the wait- I hope it’s worth it!

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“The arcade?” You asked suspiciously, quirking an eyebrow toward your boyfriend.

“Yeah! The arcade!” He replied chirpily. You eyed him curiously, not entirely sure what to think about his words.

You had been “dating” Choi Seungcheol for the last few months now. You only used the term dating loosely because so far, your relationship with him had been almost entirely physical. From the second you laid eyes on him you were utterly whipped. His hair was messy and everywhere, his lips big and bruiseable, and his eyes dark. Everything about him screamed danger but nothing in you was sensible enough to stay away.

Because from the second that he looked at you, his flat expression turning into a mischievous smirk as his eyes dragged up and down your body and from the moment he parted his lips- his tongue darting out briefly to wet his lips and say: “Chan, I don’t believe you’ve introduced me to this lovely lady.”

Ever since then you were all his.

He’d dragged you away from everyone, not even ten minutes after you’d met. He’d pressed you against a gritty wall, his lips on yours, his hands everywhere else. You’d been so distracted by those lips you hadn’t initially even caught his name.

“I’m going to make you mine- and only mine.”

“I don’t even remember your name.”

“Well, I expect you to say a name, so you better hope to God you don’t say the wrong one.”

He had gotten your phone number not long after that encounter, leaving bruises all over your waist “because if you do decide to be with any other guy between now and the next time I see you, I want them to know that you already belong to someone else.”

You didn’t see anybody until the next time he called you and invited you over for a movie.

You guys didn’t watch any movie.

You two decided early on that you were going to be exclusive.

It wasn’t anything you two really had to discuss. Seungcheol was possessive. If you were with other guys when he saw you he would rev his motorcycle, give you a look and tell you to get on. He left bruises on your body, in places that people would see if you wore too little, and he made a point to be seen with another girl between him and a wall if he thought you had gotten too friendly with another person.

It made you roll your eyes.

It was cute that he thought you were ever going to be with anyone after being with him.

One day you had mumbled into his ear that he didn’t need to worry so much- you weren’t going anywhere and in response, he had promised you to keep away from other girls if only to make you happy.

So, he draped his arm around your shoulders, pinched your arm and called you his girlfriend when he wanted to make someone else back away from you and that was about as romantic as he got.

So, when Seungcheol asked you on a date- a normal date, you couldn’t help but be a little suspicious. Because you two didn’t go on dates. You planned normal dates but never ended up doing date stuff because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you for long enough to treat you to dinner. You liked it- you honestly did but an arcade.

“And what are we going to do there?” You asked him. He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, looking away from you with a stubborn expression on his face.

“What? Can I not take my girlfriend out to play some video games?” He asked. “Stop acting like I don’t ever take you out.”

“You don’t,” you replied bluntly. “You invite me over, bend me over a table and-”

“Hey!” Seungcheol interrupted, jumping forward to cover your mouth with his hand. At first, you were confused by the action, but then you saw a small group of children wander past you two. It made your expression soften a little bit.

For a boy like Seungcheol, who hadn’t had trouble getting a single girl into his bedroom and wasn’t afraid to openly admit exactly what sexual act he had performed to get her to come back a second time he was extremely soft around children.

His smirks turned to smiles, his rough grips were feather-light. Seungcheol was in no way ready to settle down, but you could tell that a few years down the road, a family was definitely going to be in the picture.

“Okay, fine, I want to take you out on a date. A real date. Bend you over a pool table to help you shoot straight kind of date.”

“You been talking to Mingyu?” You accused, a teasing smile crossing your lips. “When’d you get so soft?”

The nervous expression riddled over Seungcheol’s face changed at that. His lips quirked upwards and he let his hand trail over the back of your neck. He tickled you lightly with his fingers, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Oh, don’t worry, I have a sweet surprise planned for you if you are good,” he mumbled. His fingers tangled into your hair and he tightened his grip before leading your lips to his. You went to kiss him, but he held you firm in your spot, just before your lips touched his. “But only if you’re good. You going to be good?”

“You going to hold sex over my head so that I’ll go on a proper date with you?”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at the snarky comment, and it immediately made you drop your eyes to the ground.

“Yeah, I’ll be good,” you murmured quietly. Seungcheol’s grip loosened on your hair and he gave you a happy smile.

“Good, I’ll be taking you out at eight tonight.”

It frustrated you that he didn’t really touch you and that in itself should have been a good hint towards what your night would hold.

The arcade was small and dark and not many people were there. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of employees around the small building, only seeming to be one standing right behind the counter. You smiled awkwardly at the guy, and despite your general overall confidence, you wandered closer to Seungcheol’s warm body.

You felt him hum his approval at the action and he draped his arm over your shoulders, tugging you close.

“Ever been to an arcade before?” He asked softly. You wrinkled your nose at him.

“Not one like this,” you mumbled. “It’s small. Old.”

Seungcheol scoffed.

“And let me guess, you like them big and young.”

His eyebrows wriggled suggestively- an action to which you nudged him in the side for with your elbow.

“Keep it clean, I thought this was a date,” you mumbled. Seungcheol scoffed.

“And you better watch your little mouth, I thought I was the dom in this situation.”

You rolled your eyes, and looked away from him, instead focusing on the scene around you. There was a small girl with her dad, dragging him from game to game as she tried to figure out where to win the most tickets. You smiled a little at the kid and looked back at Seungcheol, who was watching you with quiet eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, your smile dropping.

“Give me your jacket,” you mumbled. He mirrored your expression.

“You trying to undress me here?”

You scoffed.

“No stupid, I’m cold. You want to be a good date? Give me your jacket.”

Your indignance made him laugh, but he happily shouldered off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. You pulled it close to you, inhaling the lingering scent of old cigarettes with a tiny wrinkle of your nose. You had never liked that Seungcheol smoked, and you had been thankful for your ability to get him to quit, but you had to admit, there was nothing more comforting nowadays than that lingering scent.

“I’m not just going to be a good date,” he responded, his warm breath tickling your ear. “I’m going to be so good you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”

You tried to laugh off his words, but instead, all you were able to do was uncomfortably switch your weight. You still weren’t sure why he was so obsessed with going on some dumb date, but here you were… There was no going back now.

“So, what are we doing first? Ping pong? Pool? Want me to kick your ass in basketball?”

Seungcheol snorted and poured some quarters out into his hand.

“You wish you could beat me in basketball sweetheart. Let me show you a thing or two.”

Seungcheol was all talk and awful at basketball. Not only was he awful at basketball, but he was pretty bad at pretty much all the games in the small arcade. You beat him in Ping pong, at Flappy Bird, you kicked his butt in ski ball, and you even scored higher than him on the pinball machine.

And you weren’t even going to go into how badly you beat him at Dance Dance Revolution. He did so bad that halfway through the song you stopped dancing to kneel over laughing. After that he rather disgruntling walked you over to a large Jungle Cart game. You squinted at the title. Let’s Go Jungle: Lost on the Island of Spice.

He pulled you into the machine and slid five quarters into the coin slot.

“I’m going to sit this one out,” he stated. “Go ahead and kill some bugs.”

You didn’t think twice before wrapping your fingers around the fake plastic gun.

“Alright but prepare to be amazed.”

The screen loaded up after a short moment, throwing you into what looked to be a jungle cart tour. There was some cheesy dialogue, a few faux screams from nearby characters when all of a sudden, the camera view turned to show spiders chasing after you.

You immediately trained your gun on them, aiming for the spiders like the small instructions of the game were telling you.

You missed a few spiders, but you caught on pretty fast, and soon you were taking down spiders like nobody’s business.

The view of the game turned again, and suddenly the spiders were running alongside you. You began shooting more, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your lips as you concentrated on aiming your gun. The view was about to change again when suddenly a hand slid itself onto your thigh.

You tried to pay attention to what was happening in the game, ignoring the intoxicating feeling of Seungcheol’s warm hand on your bare thigh.

“Cheol, I’m trying to focus,” you mumbled. He didn’t respond, but his hand stilled on your inner thigh. You thought maybe that meant that he was going to leave you alone- but you should have none better.

Just when you started focusing again, you felt hot breath on your neck, making you shiver.

“I’m trying to focus too,” he mumbled. His lips pressed against your neck with purpose, and you felt his teeth nip at your skin. You subconsciously tilted your head to the side so that he had better access to you.

That action made him smile against your body.

“I haven’t studied your quirks in a while, I wonder what I need to do to make my little girl squirm.”

Seungcheol grinned as bug guts splattered across the screen and the Game Over screen flashed over. Your nose wrinkled in frustration and you turned to tell Seungcheol off for making you lose the round- this game was not cheap- but the minute your attention shifted away from the game Seungcheol started to speak.

“Climb into my lap,” Seungcheol mumbled against your ear. You glanced at him.

“What?”

A sly smirk spread over his lips.

“You’ve been so disobedient today,” he mumbled. “You should start doing what I want you to do when I tell you to do so.”

He took you by your hips, leading you to straddle his lap. His hands ran over the curve of your ass, and he nipped your ear lobe. You whined softly, biting your lip as you did so.

“What are you trying to start?” you mumbled softly. He laughed.

“I don’t think I’m trying-” He ground his hips up into you, grinding his hard-on right up against your core. You hated to admit it, but he was right. The simple act of being near Seungcheol had you ready for his hands all over your body. Your core was soaked with the excitement and anticipation of what he might do to you tonight, and you only got more eager as he started to touch you. “I think I am starting something.”

“Cheol,” you mumbled��. Well, whined into his ear. It made him chuckle darkly, which went right down to your core. “Cheol I-”

Before you could say more the lights in the small booth clicked back on and you became hyperaware of the fact that you were being very public with Seungcheol. You climbed off of his lap, your face red.

He seemed to find that amusing, as that stupid smirk didn’t leave his lips for even a second. You wanted to tell him off for being so cocky, but instead, you let him take you by the hand, pulling you out of the game cart.

“Why don’t we go into the photo booth next?” He suggested softly. Your eyes followed his and you took in the photobooth in question. It was large, and white, and had curtains that fell all the way to the ground.

For some reason, you got the feeling that if you went into that photo booth you weren’t going to end up leaving it very quickly.

You pressed your lips together and nodded your head, glancing around the arcade secretively as if anyone there really cared what you two were doing. When you noticed that truly nobody was watching- hell the attendant was just sitting there on his phone- a pang of excitement ran through you.

He acted at first like he genuinely intended to sit there and take pictures with you. He slid some coins into the machine and sat you down in the center of the bench. He clicked through a few of the screen options too- not letting you see what exactly he was doing before pausing on a screen.

“Now, I think the question is whether or not you’re going to be a good girl?”

You resisted the urge to groan. You hated it when he teased you like this. He knew you were going to be good. You always listened to him and did as he asked when it really came down to it. You opened your mouth to say just that but before you could, Seungcheol’s fingers had curled into the collar of your shirt.

He pulled you close to him quickly, his lips pressing controllingly over yours.

At times in the past, you liked to wrestle for dominance with Seungcheol when he had his lips on yours. You knew that once you two moved past all of the kissing and he got his hands on you and got your clothes off then the floor was all his.

You were his, and you didn’t mind that at all.

Even so, you liked to rile him up. Make him want to control you more… Maybe punish you a little bit for being bad. But not today. Today he was already riled up enough.

You let his tongue explore every corner of your mouth, mapping out the territory that you knew he already knew like the back of his hand. He pulled back only to let you breathe. He gave you a curious look as he did so, his head falling to the side.

“Is this okay?” He mumbled, his expression softening. You could still see the raging lust in his eyes... You could feel his desperation to have you in the way he gripped your arms, but still, he hesitated. “Do you really not mind doing this here?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your lips.

“I keep telling you Cheol, you’re never going to take me out on a proper date. I knew we would get to this point today,” you teased him with a laugh. “I didn’t specifically think it would be a photo booth, but hey what an experience. Of course, I want to do this here.”

“Safeword?” He asked. You squeezed his side.

“Bento, same as always. Be as rough as you need.”

And that was apparently all he needed to hear. His lips returned to your neck, his teeth barely nipped at your skin, which made you whined a little, tilting your chin up to provide Seungcheol with better access to you. You felt him smile against your neck.

“There something you want from me, darling?” He asked you teasingly. You shivered at the feeling of his breath against you, loving the way his fingers crept over your body, lightly messing with the fabric that was protecting your bare skin from his.

“I want you to just get on with it,” you mumbled in annoyance. You left your fingers to tangle themselves in his hair, messing with his strands as you did so. It momentarily distracted you. “Your hair is getting sort of long.”

Seungcheol hummed against you.

“You think so?” He asked you softly. He pressed his teeth into you and sucked hard. You moaned airily and nodded slowly.

“You should get a trim,” you murmured back. “It’s easy to pull.”

“I’m the only one who should be pulling hair tonight,” Seungcheol agreed.

He lowered himself to his knees in the booth, kissing down your body until he had reached your hips. You whimpered as his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your underwear.

It made him smile.

“Look at you love, so responsive to my touch,” he mumbled. “You kinda like that I’m about to fuck you in a photo booth, don’t you? A place that is so public, and so innocent, and you’re being defiled in it and you love it, don’t you?”

You shook your head slowly, not wanting to admit what you knew Seungcheol was already aware of. He didn’t mind the shake of your head, instead, he slid your underwear down your hips and looped it over his finger, he showed you the wet spot on the underwear, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he murmured with a click of his tongue. “Look at how wet you are, there are children around.”

You were about to tell him off for his words, but before you could his smirk grew, and he set the pair of panties to the side. His hands returned to your thighs, and without any warning he pressed your legs open further.

“But enough chit chat… Let’s get on with the main feast,” Seungcheol murmured. You glanced down at me, your eyebrow-raising lazily as you watched him.

At first, he just stared at your wet pussy, just admiring it in silence. He didn’t have to speak for you to know what he was doing, but you didn’t appreciate it either way.

“Cheol, please just touch me,” you mumbled. It made Seungcheol chuckle, which sent a few short spurts of warm breath against your core. You shivered at the content (or lack of it thereof really).

“But your pussy is so pretty,” he replied. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to tease your clit. You wanted to grind yourself against his mouth, but Seungcheol had his hands pressed pretty firmly against your thighs, keeping you down firmly.

You pouted.

“You’re such a tease,” you whined. “This isn’t the sort of place to take your time in you know?”

Seungcheol laughed again.

“You’re so impatient,” he reprimanded softly. One of his hands eased down your thigh, and he pushed his middle finger experimentally into you. He was inside you for such a brief time that it hardly even seemed like contact at all, however. Once he had pulled it out of you, he slipped the finger into his mouth. “You always taste so good.”

His hand went back on your thigh and he surged forward, his mouth latching onto your clit. He sucked on your little nub, likely just doing so to pull the little moans from your mouth he knew you would illicit at the contact.

He didn’t stay there for long, however. He moved his tongue down and began to lick long strips between your folds. His eyes fluttered after each lick- showing that he truly wasn’t afraid to savor your taste. He pressed his tongue into you, searching the depths of your pussy as he did so.

You did your best to not squeeze your thighs around him, letting out a moan that was louder than you meant for it to be. It made him laugh against your pussy. He pulled his lips away from you, wiping some of your fluids from his mouth with his free hand, and using the other one to begin to finger you again lazily with a single finger.

“You better be careful love. If you get too loud, someone’s going to hear you,” he teased you lightly. “Can’t you keep yourself quiet?”

He pushed a second finger into you, and to muffle the surprised moan that left your lips, you shoved the back of your hand over your mouth and shot him a sharp glare.

He laughed and began to increase his finger pace, starting to shove his fingers into your body hard and fast. You whined into the palm of your hand, screwing your eyes shut.

You supposed that was your mistake because the minute your eyes had closed Seungcheol’s mouth was back on your clit, and he was sucking relentlessly.

Aside from the constant pressure, and his purposeful finger, his tongue would randomly dart out to mess with your sensitive bud at the most unexpected moments.

He was trying to make you cum, you knew that. You whined and let your free hand tangle into his hair.

“I can’t cum in a photo booth,” you hissed, risking a moment to move your hand from your mouth. Seungcheol laughed, and the vibrations just made it harder to hold back your rapidly increasing orgasm.

“Can too,” Seungcheol mumbled back. “And you will.”

“I won’t,” you argued, but the protest was weak.

Seungcheol glanced back up at you, his eyes hooded with lust.

“10… 9… 8…”

He increased the speed that his fingers were bulleting in and out of you.

“7.”

His fingers began to curl inside of you as he did so. Each curl hitting your sweet spot.

“6.”

Your moans could barely be muffled by the back of your hand, and you had to bite yourself hard, trying to hold back from being too loud.

“5.”

Seungcheol reached back suddenly with his free hand, pressing something in the photo booth that you weren’t sure of.

“4.”

He quickly resumed what he had been doing, but nonetheless you were suspicious as hell of his actions.

“Ch-cheol. What are you-”

“3.”

You threw your head back in pleasure, barely able to think straight with the rate at which Seungcheol was dragging you closer and closer to your ultimate undoing.

“2.”

A flash went off in the small room, forcing you to look forward again.

“Oh fuck Seungcheol I’m going to-”

“1… Cum for me baby.”

You came for Seungcheol without him having to utter another word. Your thighs shook and your eyes rolled back as you were overcome with pleasure. Another few flashes went off, but you barely could even register it as Seungcheol fingered you through your orgasm.

In the middle of it, his tongue left where it was latched to your clit and his mouth came down on your thigh, his teeth latched down onto you suddenly.

You cried out against the back of your hand, literally living for the shot of pleasure that ran through your body at the pain of his teeth sinking into your thigh. You didn’t have to look down to know that he had left a mark of his teeth right there on your body.

He didn’t still his fingers in your body until your thighs had stopped shaking and the hand in his hair had relaxed, but he didn’t really give you any time to recover.

He pushed you over on the bench, and unbuckled his pants, letting his trousers and boxers hit the floor. He went to just grab you right then and there, but you whined and pressed at his shirt clad chest.

He rolled his eyes, but removed his shirt, exposing his perfect chest. He wasn’t perfectly ripped, but you still loved how he looked with all of his clothes off, towering over you right before he was about to destroy you.

“Ch-”

Before you could say anything else, he lifted your leg up over his shoulder and slowly sank his cock into your still sensitive pussy.

That action in itself was enough for you to lay your head back in pleasure, and you were unable to contain the loud moan that the action ripped from your body. Seungcheol grunted at that.

“I told you to be quiet,” he grumbled. Before you could protest that you were much too sensitive to be silent, he leaned down and bit your neck again, making your mouth fall open. Then, as soon as it was open, he shoved something into it.

You frowned at your inability to shut your mouth completely, wrinkling your nose at the mystery of what he had put in your mouth… It was cotton and a little salty…

The panties in your mouth suppressed a gasp, and you looked up to find yourself looking at Seungcheol with a bright smirk on his lips.

He had really gagged you with your own panties.

“If you need me to stop at any point at all, pinch me, or take the panties out of your mouth okay?” He mumbled, that soft look returning to his eyes. “Nod for yes. Don’t be afraid to say no.”

Your pussy walls clenched around Seungcheol’s dick, an action that made him start to fuck you once again. His hips snapped in and out of your body, the utter force of each thrust shaking the entire photo booth.

It was so obvious what the two of you were doing in that small photo booth and you hoped to god that no one would come to investigate it. Seungcheol had cleverly muffled his moans in your neck, his warm wet mouth latched on your throat- his moans vibrating against your skin- but you two still had to be pretty loud.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured into you. “You take my cock so well.”

He accentuated each word with a sharp thrust, making you let out a few muffled yelps. He chuckled, his nose bumping against your chin as he made eye contact with you.

“You’re my perfect little slut,” he murmured affectionately. You whined, which just made him fuck you harder, each thrust pushing his cock deeper and deeper into your body. You only ended up wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him further into you, and then you wrapped your arms around his body, your fingernails lightly scraping his back. You just nodded wordlessly at his praise.

“You know, we might just have to make this an on-going habit of yours, I like knowing that someone very well might walk in on us and see how perfectly you take my cock. I want them to admire each movement you make… See the way your walls squeeze my cock for all it’s worth, and I want everyone to appreciate your angelic little moans.”

He pulled his makeshift gag from your mouth, and suddenly your uncontained tiny pants and moans began to escape from you.

“But you don’t want any of them, do you? You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you?” He asked. “No one can get your pussy as wet as I can… No one can fuck you as well as I can.”

You moaned your agreement, but it wasn’t enough for Seungcheol. He leaned down and nipped your nipples with his teeth.

“I’m your slut,” you agreed quickly. “All yours... Only yours.”

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol mumbled with a smile. He gripped your ass tightly as he began to fuck you even harder, pressing harder into the wall of the photo booth. “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum that you won’t even be able to walk out of here.”

You weren’t able to say anything in agreement. All you could do was moan wordlessly as he used your body for his own pleasure.

You came a second time before he did. Your entire body shaking when his hand reached down to fiddle with your clit. He didn’t cum right away after that… Instead, he fucked you through your orgasm, totally abusing your already abused pussy as you whined into the air.

His lips suddenly moved to yours and his tongue was in your mouth again. He swallowed each moan that you made, keeping the two of you relatively silent. Then he pulled back again, his forehead resting on yours.

“I want you to cum one more time,” he mumbled against your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a soft groan.

“I can’t cum again,” you mumbled. “You know I can’t… Too much.”

“You’ve cum more than this in the past,” he mumbled back. “One more time baby doll, one more time.”

He turned you around in the booth, pulling your head back by your hair, as he pressed you down by the small of your back. You whined and placed your hands on the walls of the booth to support yourself weakly as Seungcheol pulled another orgasm out of you, his fingers tweaking your tits again, using the most sensitive spots on your body to work you up.

You screwed your eyes shut and blankly turned your head to the side so that Seungcheol could capture your lips with his. You whined against them and came undone again for Seungcheol, which only had him moaning against your lips. You fell limp against his body, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he continued to use your way too sensitive pussy.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect,” he mumbled against your forehead. He switched the position he had you in again and this time pressed your naked sweaty body against his. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, each thrust of his cock getting more and more desperate. “That’s why you’re going to cum one more time for me.”

You hissed as his fingers brushed against your clit again, sending shock through your body.

“Please,” you mumbled, desperately not wanting to have another orgasm pulled from your body but knowing that the way that Seungcheol knew you he could have you cumming again in an instant. “Bento.”

Before the word had even fully left your mouth he was pulling out of you. His hands stayed on your body, but they moved to areas that were a lot less sensitive.

“Sorry,” Seungcheol murmured. He pressed his lips to your cheek quickly, concern flashing through his dark eyes. “Are you okay love?”

You nodded, your pants softening a bit.

“Just need a second is all,” you mumbled softly. “I can do it again. Just need a second.”

Seungcheol began to press open-mouthed kissed across your body, careful not to do so anywhere that he knew would provoke your hormones anymore.

“You don’t need too, you’ve already done so much, you’re good. I’ll take you home in a minute and you can get some rest with me okay?” He assured softly. His fingers brushed over your arms, his touch feather-light.

“No, I want to again,” you assured. “I just needed you to stop a second.”

You reached down and tenderly wrapped your fingers around his still throbbing cock. You gave it a hesitant pump, finding it easy with how slick he was from your fluids.

“Besides,” you stated. “You haven’t even cum yet... You’re so close.”

You shifted your weight so that you could lean towards Seungcheol, your lips brushing his jaw.

“I don’t need to cum right now,” he assured you, but the words were through gritted teeth. It probably wasn’t helpful that you were swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock, purposefully teasing him where you knew he was sensitive. “You really don’t need to cum again.”

You continued to pump your fingers up and down the length of Seungcheol’s cock, keeping your fists slow and agonizing. Just enough to pass the time. As you did so you leaned forward, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere but Seungcheol’s lips. He kept his strong demeanor, murmuring about how well you had done for him, and how he could finish himself off on his own if he really needed to and that you didn’t need to feel pressured at all to help him cum.

You weren’t having any of it. You pressed your lips to his, and climbed into his lap, still pumping his cock. You swallowed his words and his moans and after a few minutes, of enjoying his lips on yours you pulled away and smiled at him.

“You ready to finish this?” You asked him, letting your hips hover over his, your entranced trained over the tip of his cock. He looked at you suspiciously.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked you. You smiled and nodded.

“I know my safe word, and I’ve proven I’ll use it. Besides, I’ll be so disappointed if you don’t cum in me today.”

Seungcheol smiled, and shook his head, looking mystified.

“You’re too good for me.”

He slowly slid himself back into you, gauging your reaction before twisting you back around, and picking up his pace gradually.

You whined, burying your face into his chest, but let him use your limp body, pulling you into one last orgasm. As it finally ripped through your body- you almost whiting out from the pleasure Seungcheol finally spilled his cum deep into your body. You felt each spurt of his warm liquid filling you up until he seated himself fully inside of you.

“So good,” he mumbled against you as his hips became more sporadic, and his breath hitched in his throat. “Such a good girl, my perfect little sex toy.”

You whined, tightening your grip on his body.

“I hate you so much,” you mumbled indignantly, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to keep your cool. Seungcheol laughed.

“You don’t hate me,” he replied pleasantly. He briefly buried his face into your hair, clutching your body closer to his. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You couldn’t deny it. The whispered praises made a smile cross your lips and suddenly you felt less stuffy and hot and warmer and cozier.

“And now I have proof of it.”

You whined as Seungcheol shifted his body and reached forward. He returned to his previous position pretty fast, humming thoughtfully.

“Oh, babe, you’re so picturesque… Look how pretty you are,” he mumbled. You looked up, wrinkling your nose curiously. Seungcheol had a smug look on his face, as he showed you a small strip of photos. It showed a series of pictures of you, in the midst of…

Your face turned bright red, and you snatched the picture strip from his hands.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed, hiding it between your two bodies. “Seungcheol, you ass.”

He laughed again.

“Hey! It’s a photo booth, you should have expected to get your picture taken.”

You slapped your hand across his chest, and in response he lifted you up by the hips, slipping his cock out of your body. You couldn’t deny how surprised you were by the sudden action, and your reactive yelp made him laugh.

“We can’t stay in here forever. I’m going to take you home now,” he stated pointedly. You rolled your eyes and weakly began to gather your discarded clothes into your arms, slowly sliding them back onto your body. The actions had him just sitting there, eyes glued to your body.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled, once your eyes on his were too much to handle. You hummed and secured your shirt back on your body.

“Well, you can have more of me once you get me into a bed,” you stated pointedly. “And I’m too sensitive to fuck tomorrow morning.”

A smirk grew across his lips.

“You also thought that you wouldn’t be able to cum three times, but here we are,” he stated pointedly. It made you groan and throw his underwear at him.

“I’m serious this time!” You protested. He put his hands in the air in surrender.

“Okay, I hear you! Nothing but an innocent little morning for the two of us tomorrow,” he assured. “Bento?”

You nodded surely.

“Bento,” you agreed. Then you shifted your attention to the clothes you were putting back on. “And because of you my panties are wet, and that’s disgusting.”

He slipped his clothes back on and reached forward, pulling you close to him by balling his fist in your shirt again. You groaned at the action but didn’t protest when he smashed his lips against yours and he didn’t pull away until you were panting against his lips.

“Yeah but no matter what you say, you’re still wrapped around my finger,” he teased lightly. “Now let’s get out of here before people get suspicious okay?”

You rolled your eyes and got nudged forward. When you turned to glare at the boy in question, his heavy leather jacket was draped back over your shoulders, and a genuine smile had returned to his face. It made you relax just a little bit.

You figured that despite it all, you’d find some way to get even with him for the photo strips. You didn’t mind them having them- you knew he would be careful not to show anyone them- but he certainly didn’t need to know that, now did he?

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sparkexplosive · 4 years

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Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] ; 04

Precious Chapters in Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] SERIES

Warning: Violence; everyone copes differently.

Word Count: 2,037

The sun was shining through your curtains making the rays light up the room, by a little, by little.

You hid underneath your fluffy big blanket glaring at the window. With the sun shining outside, it felt like it was mocking your misery. The black circles around your eyes made you look like a raccoon. You cover your head once again and see the trash can filled with used tissues and empty tissue boxes.

Last night, You couldn’t stop crying all night but you didn’t make noise so you wouldn’t have your mom more worried than she already was, because of the noise of you flipping your room upside down out of frustration and the overwhelming shame holds within your heart.

Your mother has too much on her plate to worry about and you wouldn’t want to add more onto it. You are gonna get through this by yourself. You shattered the mirror in your room out of anger of just looking at your reflection.

You had slammed your bedroom door closed and throwing your backpack onto the ground with a loud grunt. You turn around to make eye contact with your reflection seeing your eyes are puffy red, with a trail of tears down your cheek down to the chin. Your lip split open, because of the fangirls fight.

You could feel the heavyweights on your chest. It was almost suffering. You knew what it was.

Guilt.

You were incredibly stupid believing you would never fall in love with Midoriya.

You deserve it.

‘Who are you are?!’ You angrily thought to yourself as you glaring down at your reflection, as your eyes wander to the taped photobooth stripe of you and Midoriya smiling out of happiness.

You lost him, because of you being a coward of not telling him.

Lifting your fist, strive forward feeling the pain on your knuckles with the mirror splits through the glass. You remove your hand before the glass shatters into pieces as they fall upon the ground. You wave your hand to relieve the pain on your knuckles, as you can feel the bruise happening underneath your skin. You are starting to regret punching the mirror, it was out of impulse.

You just feel ashamed of yourself. This isn’t you for keeping secrets with the people you trust.

Now, you look down on your bandaged up hand that you put ice on it once everyone fell asleep.

You are the biggest idiot to even accept that rich kid who is well known for playing dirty. You should have known better than to make deal with that dude. You recall the switch of events that you didn’t expect at the time.

The brown-haired boy leaning against the wall of the classroom with a stupid smirk on his lips looking down at you with pride.

“You didn’t think I would have some leverage over your head, once you started earning feelings for that boy. Huh.” He snickers seeing your face expression harden.

“You can imagine how precious the information about the famous All might has a daughter for the underground who want to hurt your old man.”

Your eyes widened as your blood runs cold, while his grin grew with malicious intent.

“OH! How exciting! So keep up the act, peasant.” He claps his hands together, before walking past you to only abruptly stop and turn his head to your ear. “Or else, you will be hurting the ones you love. This should be considered a threat.”

You grab his arm and glared at his eyes, shoved the envelope into his U.A jacket chest pocket. “Keep the damn check, then. I rather pay the hospital bill with my own damn money and stay with debt.” You spit the words from your lips and walking away with your hands curling into a fist.

You remember that day so clearly when you wanted to back out, but that bastard threatens you to keep your mouth shut or risk it all in other words.

You still couldn’t figure out how did he manage to figure it out. The only people who know is your mother, and Midoriya family, which you highly doubt it was the case.

Perhaps it was when you were hanging with Class A too much, but it can’t be it. You mostly spent your time there to give other advice on how to improve your costumes and fixing minor errors on Midoriya's new equipment that he was testing out.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Do you want some food or something? Mom is asking from downstairs.” Your little sister popping her head in your room, before her eyes widen at the horror of your so-called room.

The destruction of your room is horrifying to your sister due to the flipped table, chair, and papers mixed with blueprints laying on the ground.

You pop your head out a little to reveal your raccoon eyes. “No, thanks. Now get out!”

Your sister closes the door behind her with a slam, as a scream happens behind your closed door. “MOM! [NAME] IS GOING NUTS!”

You just rolled your eyes at your sister being dramatic and returning to your haven for the moment so you can cry and think about your horrible actions that lead you to be here. You are thankful that its the weekend, so you don’t have to step in the U.A Academy property until, the incoming week.

You just know you are gonna receive hell at school, which you deserve.

You just dig a hole and bury yourself inside of it.

The guilt and sadness are eating you alive.

You already felt guilty of lying to Midoriya of the reason why you asked him in the first place earlier the week.

You could have told him the truth, but no. You continued to lie.

Midoriya was laying on top of you as you were in your pajamas with his head laying on your chest and his arm was wrapped around you. You were running your fingers through his hair. Your nails scratching his scalp almost leading him to fall asleep.

It felt like a protective blanket whenever he wraps his arm around you. It is an unknown feeling.

A movie was behind played in the background from your laptop. It was completely being ignored.

A few actions figures of the famous number one Hero, All Might be knocked over on the ground. The two of you find yourselves locking lips. Midoriya was hovering you using one hand to keep his weight off you as best of possible while cupping your cheek. You had your arm around his neck to keep him from moving away. You were slightly pulling on his hair as your lips moved in sync with his.

However, your make-out session with your boyfriend was cut short due to surprise visits from his classmates. It was Ojirou came over knocking on his door to borrow his notes for something.

The moment when his door was being knocked softly, the memory would stay in your brain of the look of horror reaction. Similar to a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

He immediately fell out of the bed with more messy hair than usual with a stutter. “H-hold on an s-sec-ond.”

He had forgotten that he was coming over to his door to get the notes from class. He wipes off the extra saliva from his lips.

You stood up from the bed and hide behind the door when it opens. You weren’t supposed to be in his dorm and especially on the boy's side. However, you have sneaked in so many times that it doesn’t worry you much. Midoriya would cover you if you accidentally make a noise when you are exiting the dorm building.

He hastily grabbed the notebook from his desk waiting for Oijirou to arrive and opens the door. Oijirou grabbing on his notebook and noticing how flustered Midoriya was. He couldn’t help but ask out of concern.

“Are you alright? Midoriya.”

You had to cover your mouth at how jumpy Midoriya is. He stutters over his words and tried to act not so suspicious which is failing miserably. It was just too hilarious to watch and hear how he was behaving. You don’t exactly know how the rest of the conversation went since you were too busy trying to stop yourself from laughing at the terrible acting of Midoriya put on. He was a terrible liar.

He closes the door and puts his back on the door leaning his head back, sighing in relief.

“You suck at acting.” You whispered to him and grabbing his hand, soon earning a small whine from him.

You pulled him over to the bed and pecking his cheek as an apology, before getting in position to cuddle. Your fingers running through his bushy green hair, as Midoriya had his eyes closed and listening to your heartbeat.

“[Nickname.]” You hum as response and trying to curl his hair around your finger.

“Why did you ask me out? When you could have asked anyone else, why me?” He asks softly, as he rolls over to the side and looks at you with his innocent dark green eyes.

You gulped nervously and turn on your side to make eye contact.

‘Should I tell him?’

You open your mouth as the words just flow out. “Izu. One, you are super passionate about being a hero and do not give up when obstacles come up. Two, You wouldn’t love your dorky self when it comes to heroes.” Your lips curl up into a smile, lifting your hand to boop his nose. Midoriya faces expression fill with pure surprise.

“Who wouldn’t fall for your charm of just being yourself, regardless of how they treat you, freckles.” You traced over his freckles in a pentagon shape, it was enough to make him glowing bright red.

He flips over to cover his face into the pillow, making you laugh at him being all shy and embarrassed. He was fuming smoke from his ear. You just hug him from behind to try to make up your teasing.

‘You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. Especially the way he was looking at you was filled with trust.’

You have to give him space for him to think about it. He deserves it. You had hurt him deeply and had seen how much it is affecting him.

But you have to pick yourself together and clean up the mess in your room before the week starts knowing it will be hell.

You gotta move forward for your good, and family even if you burden with the weight of guilt.

You could distract yourself by creating new blueprints of inventions for the incoming event where all of the support students show off their skills similar to the sports festival. Its the day where all kinds of heroes including firefighters to the police department are gonna be scouting out future employees for their companies.

You couldn’t use something that would you would need…. him. You had to do those ideas in the backburn of your head at the moment.

It would probably be hard to get someone to agree to be a model of your invention since it's so late in the year along with rumors spreading around you. The chances are very low.

You would be known as terrible things which include the most you would be an excuse for being a gold digger.

But you have to make do.

You can’t continue to self-pitying yourself for the sake of your family not to worry about you.

You have to worry about what your potential future holds in your employment after graduating. Everything relies on your project for the Invention Event to hold your future. It has been something better of everything you had created so far to stand out from your classmates.

Slowly enough, Midoriya fades to the back of your mind. As you start drafting out ideas what could be your project.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and dating Veronica Sawyer

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- You meet Veronica in the lunch room as she’s walking around with Heather. You’re sat at a table with your friends when the two girls come up to your table and ask you the daily poll.

- When she sees you for the first time she just can’t seem to take her eyes off of you. At first she thinks perhaps it’s because she hasn’t seen you around school before or just out of admiration for your style/features. But then you complimented her outfit and she internally lost her shit for a good minute, it was then she realized that this was not in fact a normal reaction and something was going on with her.

- Soon enough she realizes what exactly is going on and it ...slightly troubles her. Where she’s from being gay isn’t exactly normal nor really accepted.

- As much as she doesn’t particularly like/trust the Heathers she also has no one else to talk to, so with reluctance she tells them about her feelings for you. Heather C basically just says “Well you didn’t pick the worst chick to want to date. She’s not a total mutant like some of these people…could use some more blush though.”

- It’s easy to forget that the Heathers and Veronica were actually friends no matter how catty they could be with one another. They still sort of want the best for each other so when Veronica confides in them they attempt to give her any advice they can. They do do her a favor (without her knowing) and invite you to ‘Become a Heather’ which you slightly agree to meaning you and Veronica get close.

- She doesn’t really know what to do about her feelings, she wants to act on them but that doesn’t feel like an option considering where she’s from. She writes a lot of diary entries about you and her feelings just to get everything out.

- You both do that whole ‘you stare at the person and when the person looks at you, you look away then that person stares at you until you look at them’ thing.

- Her heart races every time you compliment her and vice versa (but she doesn’t know that just yet).

- She begins to write you secret admirer notes. You have no idea it’s her because she disguises her handwriting every time she writes them. It kind of makes her smile when she gets to hear all about how cute you find the little letters and seeing all the Heathers giggle along as you read them.

- You only find out its her when you catch her slipping one into your locker but at the time you assume it’s just an invitation to a party or some notes you might have missed from class. It’s only when schools over that you get to read what she dropped in and it’s another lovey dovey note.

- You call her after school to hangout and when she comes to your house you act as though everything’s normal until you hand her the note. She tenses up and freezes in her place as you wait for a response. As quickly as she can she tries to apologize and explain herself before you stop her, telling her it’s alright.

“It is?”

“It is.”

“...You’re not mad?”

“No, in fact I’m quite happy.”

“...really?”

“Yes really, I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to ask me out.” She looks at you completely shocked before a smile spreads across her face and she asks you out.

- The two of you go to a bookstore where you both split apart and find a book you think the other will enjoy. After you meet up again you go back to her place and read together while listening to some soft music.

- Your first kiss is that day as your date ends. She stops you as you’re about to open the door to her room and puts a hand on your cheek, leaning in and kissing you. The two of you break apart smiling and you leave her house happy and excited with your new relationship.

- A lot of kissing and cuddling.

- She’s open to sex pretty early on so it depends if you want to or not, she doesn’t want you to feel pressured to do it.

- She’s a self admitted mini genius so she’s happy to help you study and plan your calendar.

- She definitely forges notes/passes so that she can get you out of class with her. You just have to hint at needing a signature or something and she’ll do it for you.

- Horror movies are her ally. She loves having you grab her hand whenever you get a good scare.

- She’s probably a little insecure after having been friends with Heather Chandler for so long and being the talk of the school for better and for worse.

- She tells you you’re beautiful all the time and gives you this adorable little smile when you tell her the same.

- She sort of prefers to stay out of the spotlight especially when you’re together just in case people start to get suspicious. She’ll grab a lunch table in the far corner of the cafeteria or the two of you will eat somewhere else together.

- The Heathers usually butt their way into your lunch dates or dates in general. They’ll just show up and sit with you all while starting a conversation about something that’s just happened to them.

- The Heathers choose to ignore your relationship, it’s not that they don’t like it just that they think it’s best to be willfully ignorant. They’re still getting used to the fact that they know not one but two gay/bi/etc girls.

- She’s a raging pessimist most of the time but you brighten up her outlook on life.

- You guys play croquet a lot. She’s happy to teach you if you dont know how to play.

- Her room is really cosy so you guys hangout in there a lot. It’s also a bonus that her parents are completely clueless as to what you two actually are. They just think you’re really good friends like her and the Heathers.

- She writes you little poems every now and again.

- Makes up overdramatic plays to entertain you starring a very overdone preformance by her.

- She wants to protect you all the time, she knows just how mean people can be.

- She usually has an arm around your shoulder or looped with your own during the school day. It’s a normal thing for ‘ friends’ especially the Heathers to be affectionate with each other so no one questions it.

- Pâté with her parents.

- You have dinner at her house at least once a week, afterwards you, her and her parents sit and watch tv together.

- She definitely has some deep rooted issues that she doesn’t talk about (in the movie you’ll see that now and again she tries to hurt herself). You try to help her anyway you can but ultimately wait until she’s ready to come to you about what wrong with her.

- Being there when she needs someone to rant to especially about Heather C.

- She can always tell when something’s wrong and makes sure to be there for you when you need it.

- Having to bite your tongue whenever someone flirts with one of you or the both of you at the same time.

- She strokes your hair absentmindedly whenever you’re sitting and watching tv together.

- Fights are usually screaming matches but they’re resolved pretty easily and quickly so it’s never really that bad.

- Doing stupid shit together.

“What if we like coughed up a phlegm glob or something?”

- Photobooth pictures of the two of you

- She loves your praise especially when it’s about something other than her looks. She’s used to people thinking she’s pretty so it’s a nice change when you compliment something about her that she’s actually proud of.

“Tell me how good this is”

“It’s great”

- Cue a cute little smile.

- Knowing each other’s locker combos and borrowing each other’s stuff.

- You probably join the yearbook committee with her and the two of you help each other with your work.

- Morbid jokes.

- Getting your designated color for when you’re with the Heathers. They subtly make sure it looks good with Veronicas blue, that’s how you know they support the two of you together.

- Taking care of her whenever she gets drunk/sick at parties. You’ve had to hold her hair as she pukes more than a few times.

- Quick comebacks that never fail to make you laugh.

- Taking naps together after school.

- Gossiping and making fun of people together for shits and giggles.

- Convincing her to hang out with Betty Finn more, she’s an absolute sweetheart to the two of you.

- Helping her accessorize since she apparently can’t do it for shit.

- She’ll say “love you” over the phone but she has a little trouble saying it in person. It makes her a little embarrassed and she ends up getting tongue tied before she can get it out.

- You offhandedly talk about the future, like she’ll make a comment like ‘we should do this next year’ or ‘god I could marry you’ or ‘next year I’m going to take you to do this’ and the ever so common ‘after highschool I’m blowing this town and taking you with me’.

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gershwinn · 4 years

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GLAMOUR’s November coverstar Lili Reinhart: A powerful interview on anxiety, depression, therapy and body image.

“Depression has affected me in so many ways. It’s something that never goes away,” Lili Reinhart confides to me over the phone. She’s in Vancouver, I’m in LA, but the distance doesn’t stop us having one of the most open and honest interviews of my career.

Many interviews with Lili seek to get the lowdown on her relationship with her Riverdale co-star, Cole Sprouse, who she’s been officially dating since 2018. Indeed, after much talk of a break-up over the summer, Lili notably uploaded a series of photobooth PDA shots with Cole, leading to an internet meltdown and more than seven million Instagram likes. But it’s the conversation around her other, more long-term relationship – with anxiety and depression – that she wants to talk about today.

“I’ve experienced depression and anxiety. Not constantly, but I’m still experiencing it,” she shares. “I have spells of time where I feel completely unmotivated, I don’t want to do anything and I question myself. I don’t know how to handle stress very well. I find that talking about it and sharing my experience with other people, and reminding myself that I’m not alone has been incredibly therapeutic.” At 23 years old, she has found an open and honest voice on social media, sharing everything from body image to her acne with her 20.8 million Instagram followers. It’s an outlet that has no doubt empowered others, but has also helped herself -no wonder Lili was just named as one of Time Magazine's 100.

Speaking openly is something Lili believes strongly in, since attending therapy in her teens. “When I first started going to therapy, it was out of my incredible social anxiety. I was having trouble going to school every day. I was crying before school. I would fake being sick so my mom would let me stay home. When you hear the term ‘crippling anxiety’, that’s what I had when I was 14 years old.

“Seeing the therapist allowed me to be understood. The goal for me has been to always leave therapy feeling a couple of inches taller. Feeling like I’ve alleviated myself of a problem by learning how to solve it. Not everything has a straight answer – it’s not just going to take one session – but I start to think, ‘I’ve grown, I’ve done this, I’ve figured this out, now can I go off into the world and try to put what I’ve learned into action.’ That’s how I look at therapy. I am not crazy, and I am not problematic. I am just a human who’s feeling something in a different way than some other people would.”

Having battled with anxiety for nearly a decade and actively seeking help for it, I wonder what Lili’s relationship with anxiety is like now? “Frustrating. It’s something that I’ve accepted, but I don’t understand it,” she sighs.

“Sometimes I wake up and I’m like, ‘OK, I have anxiety today.’ I’m not really sure why, I’m more irritable than usual. It’s like an undercurrent that lives within me, and certain social situations can obviously trigger my anxiety. I work a lot of hours, sometimes I don’t get a lot of sleep, and that makes me anxious. I’ve found a way to talk myself down when I’m getting super anxious.”

The small act of writing a list to help rationalise her big issues has helped. “I will take a pen to paper and write out a list of everything that I’m feeling anxious about, then when I step back and look at my list of things I’m like, ‘That’s really not that much to be worried about and there’s really no need for it to be causing you this much turmoil.’ That’s how I’ve learned to put things into perspective.”

When Lili isn’t hustling to deal with her mental health, she’s negotiating the greasy pole of Hollywood, which is apt given her recent big screen role in strip club drama Hustlers, alongside Jennifer Lopez. Jenny from the Block herself has taught Lili a lot about the power of hustling. “Jennifer Lopez has said about herself, ‘I’m always the hardest worker in the room and I never stop,’” says Lili. “I admire that and that’s what I’ve been doing. At least this past year has been trying to take advantage of where I am in my life. I don’t have kids, I’m young, in my 20s – I can take the time and energy to put into my career.”

Lili is booked and busy. Aside from Riverdale, she has just landed a coveted CoverGirl beauty campaign, finished her first producing role on the Amazon movie Chemical Hearts, and recently put the final touches to her book of poetry, Swimming Lessons, both of which will drop in 2020.

She says poetry has helped her to understand herself. “It’s therapeutic,” she adds. “I would rather feel too much, than feel nothing at all. Poetry gives me that feeling that my feelings are normal, justified. That other people have felt heartache and grief. I know that the things I’ve written are what 99% of human beings have felt, when they read my book.”

It’s this knowledge of struggle that meant playing strip club worker Annabelle in Hustlers really spoke to her. “I love how Annabelle doesn’t have her sh*t together, because that’s very real. There’s been a large amount of times in my life – like when I first moved to LA, away from my parents’ house and living on my own for the first time, I almost felt like a baby bird jumping out of a nest. You’re just told to fly, without being taught how to fly. You can learn how to balance your cheque book in school, learn how to pay taxes, but no one teaches you how to live on your own, how to take care of yourself, and how to be an adult. It’s very much a trial by fire.”

Meanwhile, alongside her rise to fame, Lili was managing her well documented issue with body dysmorphia – something Lili attributes to acne and to social media, which both contributed to it, but also helped her to manage it by connecting her to a like-minded community of people.

“Even today, I see myself in the mirror and think, this doesn’t look the way the world tells me it should. I don’t have a cinched, minuscule waist. I do have curves, I have cellulite, my arms aren't stick thin,” she says. “This is my body and we’re told that it should fit certain proportions. There’s such a disgusting problem right now with people photoshopping their bodies. Obviously, there’s a reason why people do it, they’re insecure, they feel like they’re not good enough, and that’s incredibly sad. When I see someone who’s authentically themselves, like models Charli Howard or Ashley Graham, who promote healthy, real body images, I think that is so refreshing and important. Our community values need to reflect that.”

She adds: “Charli’s messaging talks to me on social media. She makes me feel like my body doesn’t need to fit these impossible standards, and she’s a model, my body will never look like that. It just won’t, and 90% of women’s bodies will never look like that, but we are still only used to seeing one body on the runway and in magazines. It’s an incredibly stupid and confusing thing for that to be shoved down young men and women’s throats. Being told: ‘This is what beautiful is.’ And it’s often unachievable to regular people.”

Lili has equally been very vocal about airbrushing – having once taken a magazine to task after they photoshopped her waist. “I would love to see a world where people who are already thin don’t need to photoshop their waist even more, to make young girls, like me, when I was 14 or 16 years old go, ‘I thought I was skinny, but maybe I’m not. Maybe I need to have an eating disorder to make my body look like that.’ Life is not a FaceTune app.” Can we get an amen up in here?

One body insecurity Lili has been conditioned into dealing with and won’t tolerate any longer is “this idea of cellulite”, as she angrily put it. “It really pisses me off. It’s this weird thing where people think that it’s unnatural or a symbol of being fat. It’s so f*cked up because cellulite is just a part of the human body. It’s just genetic, it’s like having freckles on your face. It’s something that is there, you’re born with it, and it’s become this disgusting thing. We’re told: ‘We need to laser this away, no one wants to see that.’ There's nothing more beautiful than when I see stretch marks, or cellulite, and people’s real skin.”

Taking a new healthy mindset into the gym has also helped Lili overcome her body insecurities. “I’ve started to go to the gym out of the want to feel strong. I’m not going into the gym thinking, ‘I want to be skinny, or I need to lose 10 pounds, or I need to not have cellulite, or my arms need to be thinner.’ There’s so much power in feeling strong and physically healthy. It’s badass to be strong.”

Having overcome so many self-confidence issues while simultaneously rising to fame, I wonder what message she would want to give to that insecure girl who was sleeping on a mattress only three years ago. Without hesitating, Lili replies, “You’ve done good! But also, the struggle that you’re going through right now only makes your success so much more profound. There are people who have been given fame and fortune on a silver platter, but I don’t think there’s anything inspirational about those people.

“I was from a small town in Ohio, from a middle-class family, I knew no one in the acting business. I didn’t have a baton passed down to me from an actor in my family. I did it on my own from sheer passion and knowing that this is what I was good at, and this is what I wanted to do. There truly is a lot of power in struggle and survival, and that’s what makes you a strong person,” she finishes, defiantly.

People don’t come much stronger or more honest than Lili Reinhart. As we hang up the phone so she can fly to LA – the place where, she says, “I want to settle down and have a home” – I only hope she finds a happy ever after with her own mind.

Source: Glamour

#I know this is long okay #BUT #I really LOVED this entire interview #So GOOD #just from the topics to her eloquent as always views to everything!#so yeah #y'all getting long lmao #only cut a little bit of side info stuff #lr #lr glamour

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1005

Do you live with your parents? Yup. Will probably continue to do so for a while, but that’s the norm here. We don’t really move out by the time we turn 18.

Are there any embarrassing school pictures of you anywhere in your house? Not necessarily here in the house, but I have embarrassing middle school photos floating around the internet for sure. And maybe from high school, too.

Can you do a backflip, or anything else of that sort? Not at all. I liked to try doing handstands as a child but nearly broke an arm at one point, so I wouldn’t fare well with a backflip.

What moment in your life have you been most scared? A few men have lunged at me while I was simply walking in public at night. I always have this grand vision of me slapping a guy or kicking his balls or spitting on his face if one decides to act stupid or harass-y around me, but... you’re never really prepared for when it actually happens. I’ve frozen up in terror every time, unable to defend myself.

Do you have any exes you can't stand anymore? I can’t stand how she handled things, but I’m not capable of hating her.

What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? I don’t feel like getting into the details, sorry. Everything still sucks.

Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? I take them. The few questions I manage to come up with have usually already been thought of, so I just like subscribing to survey-makers who are able to come up with new and interesting questions.

What would your parents do if you told them you were pregnant right now? They’d be sorely disappointed and I’m expecting to be heavily interrogated as well. Suffice it to say I’d be unwelcome at home in an instant.

Have you ever actually thought you were pregnant? No.

Were you? I’ve never been pregnant.

Are you more of a phone or a computer person? I’m on my phone for entertainment purposes, and my laptop is for work. I’d say I’m able to strike a good balance with both.

Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? Well I haven’t learned how to cook well yet, so I don’t really have a choice.

How old do you think you'll be when you move out on your own? Mid- to late 20s, I hope.

Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? Currently, I’m an intern at a public relations agency but yes, I’m actively looking for full-time gigs too. I love my work though.

Have you ever ripped your pants in public? I don’t think so.

Do movies such as 'Saw' and 'The Grudge' scare you easily? Sure, but not as much as other horror flicks. It’s the psychological, slow burn ones that really get to me, like Midsommar.

Who do you talk to the most on MSN? I don’t have that.

How many best friends do you have? What are their names? I know I have at least one best friend, Angela. I’m too scared to ask if Gab still considers me as one. How sad is that?

What's the craziest thing you've ever been dared to do? I don’t like dares.

Did you do it?

Do you know anybody who has a birthday today? Hmm November 1...I don’t think so. The only birthday coming to mind is my cousin’s, but that’s not until the 3rd.

When is your birthday? How old will you be? April 21. On my next one, I’ll be 23.

Do you change the radio stations repeatedly in the car? If all the stations seem to be have meh playlists going on, then yes I change it around a lot.

Can you drive? Sure.

Have you ever thought someone was talking to you, but it turned out they were on the phone? Did you play it off? I can’t remember any specific instance at the moment but I’m not ruling it out. What I’ve definitely done is to wave at someone who wasn’t even waving at me.

Do you feel bad for homeless people? Yes, unless they got in that position by being an asshole. But I generally don’t come across that type of situation; and for the overwhelming majority of the time I do feel bad and helpless seeing homeless people, especially homeless kids.

What do you consider to be a good grade? 95 and above (for grade/high school) or 1.00/1.25 (for college).

What do you consider to be a bad grade? 85 and below or 2.00 and above.

Have you ever had a teacher who hated you? So many from my old school did. They were grown adults being pissy with a 12 year old; I will never understand that. They got away with it before but times have changed now, and I’m glad it’s for the better.

Can you remember who your grade 5 teacher was? Did you like them? Yeah. She was just fine, but I remember her having a bit of a temper. She’s mostly forgettable though and doesn’t rank in my favorites.

What's your favourite TV show? Breaking Bad.

In your opinion, who is the best looking celebrity out there at the moment? I’m incredibly out of the loop these days, so I’ll just go with my own biases: Kristen Stewart and Kate Winslet.

Do you like peanut butter cookies? Sure do. I do think there are better snacks that peanut butter can be incorporated in, but I wouldn’t turn down peanut butter cookies.

Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? Yeah, Angela with alcohol and Kate with eggs, fried chicken, and seafood. We feel particularly bad for Kate; those three things are all awesome :’(

Do you have an iPod? How many songs are on it? At the peak of my usage I probably had around 200-300 songs in it.

Who was the last person you slow danced with? I didn’t really do it with Gab a lot but I know she was the last. Kaye’s debut in 2017 if I remember correctly. There was a segment in her debut where couples were given the chance to slow-dance, but Gab and I decided against it because we were for sure going to get some looks, and we didn’t want to steal Kaye’s thunder. But she was so sweet to encourage us herself to go to the dance floor and have our moment amid all the straight couples that were there.

What was the last song you listened to on repeat? It was probably Why We Ever, as always. The lyrics are my entire thought process, so it’s a source of comfort knowing a song that understands me and my current situation so well.

What's your favourite song at the moment? I don’t have one.

Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones’ quality is great, but wearing them for too long ends up hurting my ears.

Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? I don’t ride our buses. Bus drivers here drive like madmen and don’t maintain their vehicles, meaning there’s no AC, it’s super cramped, and the seats are probably nasty as crap; and while I would be willing to ride the more premium bus services that we also have, I never really had a reason to considering I have a car and driving on my own has always been more convenient.

How do you get to school? I rode a school bus from grade school to high school. I drove myself in college.

Speaking of school, do you like it or hate it? Loved it for the most part.

Are you a social person? I mean I don’t think ‘social’ defines me as a person, but I definitely can be it. I like being around people.

Are you reliable? Yes. I don’t like being unable to meet tasks or deadlines or expectations so I always find a way to get a job done.

What person/people of the opposite sex do you trust the most? Not sure if there’s such a guy at the moment.

What person/people of the same sex do you trust the most? My best friend.

Do you say 'like' a lot? Haha yeah, especially verbally.

What is the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? Midnight Sun. It’s great so far but it’s literally just like reading Twilight (because it is literally Twilight except told in Edward’s POV), which I’ve reread a handful of times, so my progress has been painfully slow.

Do you buy CDs anymore, or just download the songs? I stream on Spotify then watch the music video on YouTube, if it has one.

What is your favourite beverage to have in the morning? Coffee. Slowly turning into a morning coffee person, y’all.

Do you scream out the answers will watching game shows on TV? If I know the answer, yeah. I just blurt it out though, not scream.

Who in your life do you care about more than yourself? I can think of one such person but apparently that sentiment is no longer reciprocated, and I’m now also thinking if it ever even was reciprocated to begin with.

Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? At this point, no. That entails so much patience, a lot of commitment, a suitable living situation, and honestly in most cases a lot of money as well...it’s important to acknowledge that not everyone will be capable of having those things and it takes a certain kind of love and home for kids like them to be raised in the best way they could possibly be raised.

Do you have a brother or a sister? If so, are you close with them? Yeah. I’m close with my sister but not in a she’s-my-rock kind of way. We just get along super well.

If you are an only child, do you ever wish you had siblings?

When was the last time you were with all of your best friends? February.

Do you ever go into photobooths? Sure.

Do you waste money on unneccesary things? Hahahahahahaha please don’t remind me

Which wild animal would you most like to have as a pet? No thanks. They can stay in the wild, where they can thrive.

#survey #surveys

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johnnysnostril · 4 years

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Without You

chapter eight

ivy’s pov

i watched johnny as he walked out of the flower shop. i softly smiled as his mother chased after him.

“please forgive him, he’s normally not this disrespectful.”

mr. suh hung his head.

“you don’t have to apologize, mr. suh.” i sighed.

“ivy, why didn’t you tell me that you worked here?” alonna said folding her arms.

i wanted to ask her why hadn’t told me about jaehyun, but i didn’t.

“guess it just slipped my mind. i didn’t know that mr. suh was johnny’s dad.”

the room was quiet for a moment. then mr. suh began to speak.

“so- you guys know each other already?” he suddenly smiled.

i nodded my head.

“somewhat.. i guess.”

“then, you must come to his welcome home party tonight.” he gently took my hand and squeezed it.

“i’m sure he would rather not see my face.” i mumbled.

faking a smile for mr. suh was something i was known for.

“it’s not his house. i’m inviting you.” he said reassuring me.

i softly laughed, then nodded my head.

“may my sister come along.” i asked, pointing towards alonna.

she smiled then gave mr. suh a hug.

“i actually work for your son.” she chuckled.

mr. suh hugged her back and invited her along to the party.

“we’ll start the evening around 8:30.”

with that, mr. suh exited the shop.

i sighed and dropped my bag down to my hand.

“he totally hates me.” i said rolling my eyes and walking towards the door.

“he doesn’t hate you... he just-” jae started.

“he what?” alonna and i both voiced at the same time.

“well, uh..”

jaehyun’s pov

i didn’t want to put ivy on the spot. i knew alonna would have a fit, if she found out that ivy and mark had sex. i didn’t wanna be a snitch.

“hates me. just say. i’m sure he’s been talking shit about me to you.” ivy said holding the shop door open for us.

i shook my head.

“no- actually.”

i released my hand from alonna’s- forgetting that ivy didn’t fully know everything.

alonna furrowed her brows then folded her arms against her chest, mouthing “what the hell.”

slipping my hands in my pockets and ignoring her statement, i unlocked the car door, opening it for her.

“she doesn’t know- does she?” i whispered to her as she got in.

as i handed her the seatbelt, she snatched it from me.

“no. she doesn’t.”

alonna buckled herself in then slammed the door in my face.

i stood there for a second, then opened the backseat for ivy.

“we’re going to the mall, if you’d like to tag along?” i smiled.

she nodded.

i’m sure she needed a little retail therapy.

at the mall

alonna’s pov

i linked my arm to ivy’s avoiding jae. he followed closely behind us as we walked towards forever21.

“so- this is awkward.” ivy chuckled as she watched her feet.

“why?” i asked trying to not have this conversation.

“he’s just following us. it’s always just been us two shopping. feels weird with a guy here.” she laughed.

i sighed to myself.

“just think of him as our security for tonight.”

walking into forever21, my eyes lit up.

i loved shopping. it made my heart sing.

ivy and i split up, shopping for the perfect dress.

as i looked through a few racks, jaehyun approached me from behind- wrapping his arms around my waist.

“please, don’t touch me.” i said coldly.

he instantly pulled back and ran a hand through his hair.

“what’s wrong with you?” he asked leaning against one of the racks.

i ignored his question, walking to the other side of the store.

jae smacked his lips, then made his way in front of me.

“no, you’re not doing this here.” he chuckled.

taking my arm and pulling me towards the photobooth, he shoved me inside.

pulling the curtains to hide our movements, he sat me down on the small stool- cupping my cheeks.

“i love you, alonna.” he blurted out.

i shot my eyes open wide.

i was s p e e c h l e s s

“y-you.. you what?” i breathed.

“i love you.” he repeated. “i wish i could show you off to the fucking world. if it was my choice, i would have you by my side every day and night. at every damn event.but- you need to talk even when you’re not in the mood. if we’re ever going to be together, you need to communicate how you’re feeling. i can’t read your mind.”

jae squatted down in front of me, moving his hands to my thighs. he gently squeezed them as he looked up at me.

“you have my entire heart, alonna. i swear. if you’re ready to go full on- then i’m ready. i’ll scream it at the top of my lungs in this damn store if you want me to.”

i was quiet. i didn’t know what to say.

playfully rolling his eyes, he snatched the curtains back and began to yell.

“attention shoppers! i’m in love-”

i jumped to my feet, covering his mouth and pulling him back into the booth.

“are you crazy?!” i whispered.

jae pulled my hand away and furrowed his brows.

“you’re scared of what people are going to say, aren’t you?” he laughed as he leaned his back into the screen.

i exhaled heavily, sitting back down and picking at my nail polish.

he thought for a minute.

“person..” he finally said. “you’re worried about taeyong.”

his tone was full of disappointment.

i closed my eyes, trying my best not to cry.

“i’m scared of what ivy will say.” i halfway lied.

truthfully, i knew she would be mad at me because i didn’t tell her first. but, at this point- no one but johnny knew. since he caught us having sex.

“well, i’m ready.” he announced. “you told me that you didn’t want to be hidden anymore. all i’m doing is listening to you.”

he started.

“but if you’re having second thoughts- i don’t have time for that. what i feel is real and if this is just a fucking game to you then just forget it.”

jae snatched the curtain back and walked out of the photobooth.

i wanted to stand to my feet and go after him, but my body just wouldn’t move.

ivy’s pov

grabbing my bag from the cashier, i thanked her then shoved the receipt in the bag.

i hated shopping sometimes. i always had a bad habit of spending my money way too fast.

on the way home

the car ride home was awkward. jae sat in the drivers side and didn’t say a word. alonna looked out the window the entire time, not once looking over at jaehyun.

something happened, and i was going to get to the bottom of it before this party.

as jae pulled up to our house, alonna quickly removed her seatbelt, grabbed her things and slammed the car door- saying nothing to jaehyun.

he kept his gaze straight ahead.

“thanks for the ride..” i said awkwardly.

“anytime.” he chuckled.

jaehyun slightly turned his head back to me.

“see you later.”

i nodded then exited the car, following alonna inside.

going straight to my room, alonna sat on my bed.

i shut the door after taking off my shoes.

“so, you’re just going to act like you didn’t just have an attitude in the car?” i laughed- trying to lighten the mood.

“don’t ever fall in love okay?”

bingo. there it was. my confirmation.

“love is stupid. and complicated and unnecessary. just don’t do it, okay?”

i nodded, looking at the clock.

“we should get ready..” i mumbled. “it’s already 7pm.”

ivy’s outfit:

alonna’s outfit:

at the party

“are we just gunna sit here?” i asked looking over at alonna in the drivers seat.

she hadn’t said a word since we left.

we had been sitting in front of johnny’s house for 10 minutes. just sitting here.

the driveway was full of cars. even the street had cars parked down the entire sidewalk.

i glanced down at her phone, that wouldn’t stop ringing.

“are you gunna-”

“just chill, ivy.” she snapped. “chill.”

i rolled my eyes then folded my arms against my chest.

i had no idea what she was waiting for, and i was tired of sitting in the car.

“well, you can sit here all night if you want to. but, i’m hungry and i know mr. suh is about to have the best food, so-”

i took off my seatbelt, ready to exit the car- when she grabbed my arm.

“wait-” she mumbled.

i paused, waiting for her to speak. my stomach dropped for some reason.

the energy felt off and i was starting to get really worried.

“what’s wrong?” i said taking my hand off the door handle.

she sighed and blinked a few tears away, before pulling down her mirror and looking at herself.

“i feel like i’m about to do something terrible..” she admitted.

i turned my body towards her and tilted my head.

“then just don’t do it.” i laughed. “it’s just a party- what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

johnny’s pov

i stood in front of the final cup that was on the table.

i was a pro at beer pong. this way my game.

jaehyun stood at the other end- watching my hand, as he was about to lose.

“fucking throw it already.” he laughed over the music.

i tossed the mini ball, landing it in his cup then threw my hands in the air.

“drink up, my friend. victory is mine.” i smirked.

jae’s smile faded slightly, signaling me to turn around.

“oh yeah? let’s see if you end up with the real victory tonight.”

he scooped the ball out of the cup, drinking down the alcohol inside.

i turned around, seeing ivy and alonna walking through the door.

my lips parted slightly and my heart started beating faster.

i’d never seen someone look so stunning.

“just talk to her.” jaehyun said standing next to me.

“you reek of alcohol. shut up.” i muttered. “you should be drunk right now.”

my eyes were glued to ivy. i don’t even think that i was blinking.

i watched as she hugged my mom and dad, like she was apart of the family.

“i hold my liquor well. you should know this.”

he sighed. causing me to do the same thing.

i sat on the table, watching a few people walk by.

i was glad that mark was nowhere in sight. i hadn’t spoke to him all day and i wasn’t planning on speaking to him any time soon.

“you guys make up yet?” i asked jae.

he shook his head.

“i’m not apologizing either.”

jae wouldn’t stop talking about alonna. it was like word vomit. he informed me about everything that had transpired since they met.

i was surprised that i hadn’t caught on earlier.

“does anyone else know?” i said reaching back and pouring myself a drink.

“just you.”

jae tossed back a shot of fireball.

“you better slow down. it’s gunna hit you all at once.” i laughed.

glancing back over in ivy’s direction- i seen that she was already looking at me.

i quickly looked away, pretending not to notice her.

taeyong’s pov

i sat outside, with a beer in hand. i tried to stay away from everyone as best as i could. this was way too many people for me.

i didn’t recognize anyone, besides my band mates.

then suddenly- alonna walked outside. i was surprised to see her here.

she normally didn’t do parties.

i watched her as she walked over to the mini bar and ordered a drink.

finishing off my beer, i tossed the bottle in the trash can.

tonight was the night- i really didn’t wanna have this conversation but, it needed to happen. and soon.

i slipped my hands into my pockets as i walked over to her.

“hey..” i said bumping her shoulder.

turning her entire body in my direction, she lifted her eyebrows.

“wow. didn’t think we’d ever be standing this close again.” alonna rested her elbow on the bar.

“if you’re here to yell at me, it can wait until i’ve have a few drinks.”

she turned back around, taking her three shots that the bartender served her.

i chuckled, swallowing down my anger.

“i’m not here to yell at you. i just wanna talk.” i shrugged.

i was tired of the way things were between us. i didn’t have the energy to deal with it anymore.

“i need your opinion on this song, while we’re talking- Malcolm and i just recorded it today.”

i slipped my phone onto the counter and alonna shook her head.

“i’m not working- i’m in the middle of getting drunk, taeyong. you should be doing the same with all that anger you’ve got bottled up.” she softly slid my phone back over to me.

now, i was pissed.

“why the fuck do you hate me so much?” i blurted out.

a few people turned their head in my direction, while alonna just laughed.

“i’d be more than happy to have this conversation with you, over there.” taking her last shot, she rolled her eyes than made her way over to the pool house.

i followed her inside, closing the door behind me.

she placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head.

“because you’re an idiot.” she started. “you played me and you walk around like i’m the one who fucked you up in the head. you were already like that before i met you.”

i took a seat, watching the alcohol take over her body as she spoke.

“you didn’t want me when you had me.”

alonna began to pace.

“so, that means you have to mess around with jae?” i asked leaning back into the couch.

i was trying to keep as calm as possible. i knew this wasn’t her talking. it was the alcohol.

“you’re never going to get over that fact that he treats me well, are you?” she laughed a little.

“if he treats you so well, why is your relationship still a secret, huh?” i smirked.

she hated when i made smartass comments.

“why is that your problem, taeyong? you’re the one who dumped me.”

i paused for a second.

“you move on so fast.”

alonna folded her arms across her chest. i could tell she was about to cry.

“i had no choice. jae was there for me, when you couldn’t be.”

i looked away from her as she started crying.

“after everything i told you, did for you- you left. not me, you did! you did this!”

yes, i was unfaithful. i had commitment issues. i wasn’t afraid to admit to that.

“you knew what this was when we first got together, alonna. i said no strings attached. yes, i fucked up and caught feelings. yes, i lied and cheated. and i’ve apologized for months now. i wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you, when this all started. i got scared. i sabotaged us on purpose.”

alonna slowly shook her head.

“how can you just admit that, so calmly? do you hear yourself right now?” she asked me.

i couldn’t help that i was blunt.

standing up, i threw my hands in the air and headed for the door.

“i’m sorry okay? for the last and final time- i’m sorry.”

ivy’s pov

i stood in the corner- against the wall, watching everyone dance in the living room. there was a ton of people here. the suh family knew just about everyone. they had so many connections. the flower shop was just something to pass the time with, for them.

“surprised to see you here.” johnny said appearing from the hallway.

he stood in front of me, holding up the other side of the wall.

“yeah, well- your dad asked me to come.” i said avoiding eye contact.

“you could’ve told me that you knew my dad, you know?” he said drinking whatever was in his cup.

i snapped my head in his direction.

“i didn’t commit a crime. besides, i didn’t even know.” i rolled my eyes.

“why is it such a big deal anyways? i just work for the flower shop.”

johnny laughed.

“you’re like a fucking daughter to him. he has a picture of you guys on the wall, in this very house.”

johnny seemed irritated.

“aw, are you mad cause daddy likes me better? you jerk.” i huffed.

walking past him, i pushed through the crowd in the middle of the living room.

he was acting like a little kid. i really didn’t even do anything to him- so why was he acting like i stole his parents from him?

making my way to the bathroom, down a long hallway- i seen the very picture that was just talked about.

stopping in my tracks, i immediately started crying.

it was my graduation picture.

mr. suh was the only one who came.

at the time, my mother was working two jobs and couldn’t make it. so i ended up giving her ticket to mr. suh.

he said he wouldn’t miss it for the world, and he didn't.

as more tears ran down my cheeks, i smiled at the picture.

mr. suh had been in my life for only 2 years now and was already a father figure to me. he helped me more than anyone in my family did.

“he talks about you all the time, you know?”

i quickly wiped my tears as i turned, seeing johnny at the end of the hallway.

“he just never said a name. he just kept referring to you as his god given daughter.” he mumbled.

johnny smiled a little before making his way over to me.

“i’m sorry about the way that i acted at the shop.” he started.

“i just didn’t expect to see you there, and after what i saw at the hotel earlier- i just..”

i turned towards him and furrowed my brows.

“what exactly did you see, johnny?” i asked wiping my tears away.

he let out a nervous laugh, looking down into his now empty cup.

“i won’t stand in the way of you and mark. although, it would suck for me- cause i was very attracted to you.” he admitted.

i was quiet.

“not that it’s any of my business- but, did you have sex with him?” johnny asked as he looked down at me.

i was insulted. his question totally made me forget the fact that he just admitted to being attracted to me.

or was attracted to me.

“you really think i’m that type of girl?” i asked with an attitude.

“i don’t know what type of girl you are, ivy.” he shot back.

“yeah, clearly.” i rolled my eyes- once again, walking away from him.

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Dipikir-pikir... Absurd. Tapi Indah, Kok.

Hari sabtu lalu aku buka foto-foto facebook yang udah lama aku lock karena terlalu aib, itu juga karena Modi minta beberapa foto-foto dulu jaman SMP buat nikahannya. Terus as I scrolled down my pics, ada beberapa foto jaman SMA yang bikin aku senyum-senyum sendiri karena inget apa yang aku rasain di foto itu. Kalau ngomongin jaman SMA, we talk about Vicka who had a cringe side bangs and dull skin and unhealthy hair with braces on. I know right. God, why. Dan ngomongin SMA, dulu waktu SMA kayaknya aku cuma beneran jatuh cinta sekali doang dan intupun unrequited. Yang lainnya gak aku itung karena yaampun, I don’t even think twice untuk pacaran sama seseorang kayaknya. And those relationships that I had with someone back in high school only lasted for a month, seriously, stupid.

Ngomongin tentang jatuh cinta jaman SMA, yes it only happened once. Sama dia. Sama Aa itu. Hahaha.

Ceritanya aku mau bikin post ini dengan pov aku ngomong sama dia. Kayak.... ini tuh things that were left unsaid selama 9 tahun lamanya. Wow, kok lama juga ya. So here it is, te confession after 9 years.

Aa! Hahahaha sumpah gemeter ngetiknya. As if aku beneran ngetik buat aa inituh. Aa gimana sehat? I hope you are, hope this pandemic won’t cause anything harm on you. So you’re a doctor now. Congrats!

Omg this is awkward.

So.... where do we start? Aku mau mulai nyeritain kapan exactly dulu aku start suka sama Aa. It was a one fine Saturday on August 2012, if I’m not mistaken. Because I remember you wore a complete scout uniform. You came into my class, sosialisasi tentang persami buat anak-anak baru. I remember I told my chairmate that you were my crush back on elementary school, and she giggled. Aku gatau kita satu sekolah lagi since aku baru liat Aa lagi sejak SD. Kayaknya dari situ deh I declared I was stunned by you. Aku gak inget, kayaknya Aa nulis nomor handphone Aa untuk contact person in case ada yang mau ditanyakan terkait persami. And maybe because of that, I saved your number on my phone.

Hari-hari biasa pas kelas sepuluh, aku selalu inget kalau jadwal pelajaran kelas Aa di jam pertama hari Selasa adalah olahraga. Dan pelajaran pratama di kelas aku hari Selasa adalah Biologi. Sebelum pelajaran mulai, aku selalu nongkrong diluar kelas karena tau anak kelas sebelas yang olahraga pasti selalu disuruh lari dulu ngelilingin taman dan lewatin kelas aku. Temen sekelas aku pada tau, kalau hari Selasa pagi udah auto ngingetin aku untuk nongkrong depan kelas untuk liatin Aa. And it only lasted for several minutes, karena Bu Rita guru Biologi selalu masuk gapernah absen ngajar. So I was forced to enter the classroom, leaving you behind.

And the time came when most of my friends persuade me to join Dewan Ambalan. Aku gaada niatan ikut DA sebenernya, silly me, tapi Tasya bilang “Hayu Vick, biar satu ekskul sama Aa itu”. Hari itu juga H-1 diklat susulan aku langsung gas. Cuma gara-gara Tasya nyebut nama Aa. Iya tau, impulsive banget Vicka.

Dulu aku inget pernah SMS aa duluan nanyain tentang LDKS. Itu kayaknya pertama kali deh aku pakai kontak aa di handphone aku. Malem itu pas waktu aku mutusin ngeSMS Aa, itu gak terjadi gitu aja, sesantai pencet send button. Nggak. Aku galau dulu sejam. Ini make sense gak? Nanya tentang LDKS ke aa keliatan modus banget gak sih? Walaupun niatnya emang modus. Ketahuilah, itu yang aku selalu lakuin tiap aku punya niat untuk SMS Aa. Deg-degan. Keringetan. Mondar-mandir dulu sejam. Kalau dibales, aku loncat-loncat dikasur. Walaupun most of your replies tuh sedingin itu menurut aku. Tapi bodo amat, bagi aku it made me happy enough.

There were times when you were the one who made the first move. Dan jujur itu bikin aku bingung banget. Did I really ever crossed your mind? Kayak one time pas banget aku lagi BBMan sama Gaby, ngomongin aa ofcourse. Tiba-tiba out of nowhere aa ngeSMS nanyain aku jadi atau ngga ikut acara LDKS. I swear I jumped off from my chair and told Gaby ni orang panjang umur banget padahal gaada badai tiba-tiba ngeSMS. Terus Gaby bilang, “kamu pikir deh, kenapa dia ngeSMS kamu sekedar nanya hal yang gak penting gitu? kalau dia mau tau ya nanti aja liat pas acara LDKSnya mulai”. Gaby bener, lalu aku geer. Tapi akutuh insecure parah A, aku selalu mikir gak mungkin banget masa Aa di waktu senggangnya kepikiran seenggok Vicka yang kucel banget pas jaman SMA itu.

Atau pas aku ulang tahun tanggal 9 September 2012. Aku dapet SMS ucapan selamat ulang tahun dari Aa. Aku lemes sih waktu itu. Aku nangis, aku inget banget. Sampai sekarang screen capture SMS ucapan dari Aa masih ada di tumblr aku yang dulu. Terus pas aku pertama kali jadi panitia LKBB. Aa siang-siang datang ke sekolah, aku liat Aa foto di photobooth terus nongkrong depan ruang PMR. Disela-sela keriweuhan itu sesekali aku curi-curi pandang ke Aa. Malemnya, aku lagi beres-beres karena acara udah selesai. Lalu notif handphone bunyi dan aku liat ada sms dari Aa ngucapin selamat buat panitia LKBB. Aku nangis lagi, sampai semua orang kaget aku nangis dikirain kesurupan. Gila ya, aku kenapa sih dulu? Bener-bener kalau dapet hal sekecil apapun dari Aa akutuh nangis. Karena menurut aku hal-hal yang kayak gitu unbelievable, karena insecurity aku pas suka sama Aa tuh sebesar itu.

Kalau inget-inget jaman itu, aku nyadar how weird I was. Sesimpel kalau mau ke kantin dan aku liat Aa jalan dari kejauhan pasti aku langsung puter balik. Sumpah aneh banget. Sampai sekarang tante Aa selalu provokatif dan selalu bilang kenapa aku gak make move duluan ke Aa. Dulu pas kuliah aku selalu bales “Vicka tuh kotor-kotoran kuliahnya. Pake overall, diem di hanggar, main oli. Aanya bersih, calon dokter. Aku minder”. Tapi bukan itu sih alesannya, lebih ke aku tau diri aku sendiri aja. The feeling were too much and I couldn’t start it first. Untuk sekedar SMS dan di SMS Aa aja aku nangis, gimana beneran deket.

Modi selalu greget banget sama aku. Dia selalu encourage aku tiap aku dengan pecundangnya ragu mau ngelakuin sesuatu yang berhubungan sama Aa. Kayak waktu itu aku foto bareng aa. You have to know that I was trapped too. I didn’t know you were called to go to school hanya untuk foto bareng aku. Itu semua Modi A, role aku disitu cuma ngarep. Gak ada sedikitpun hoping my wish will be granted. Tapi thanks to Modi, sampai sekarang aku masih simpen fotonya. Iya as expected, abis foto itu aku nangis saking bahagianya. Maafin ya A, hari itu Aa harus repot berangkat dari rumah diboongin sama Modi bilang ada yang mau diomongin tentang badminton padahal cuma foto sama aku. Ugh, just kill me. Malu banget aku sampai sekarang.

Aku pernah baca tentang “We fall in love with 3 people in our lifetime....” If you never heard this one you can google it. But I think you’re my first one. Aku gak pernah sesuka itu sama orang sampai aku gak berani ngapa-ngapain. Kisah cinta aku setelah Aa were bluntly delivered. It just you who made me like that.

You might think I was a reaaaaaaaaaaaaally weird kid back then. Gapapa A, dipikir-pikir emang iya. Insecurities consumed me, I barely knew myself either back in high school. I think everyone was. But up until now, I never have a slight regret towards how I should’ve act to you at that time. Aku gak pernah nyesel suka sama Aa dan gak pernah nyesel juga gak pernah ngungkapin itu. I know somehow everything happened for a reason. Entah apa itu, but this story is already beautiful and makes me happy enough whenever I remember it. It was meant to be like this, and I want it to end up like this either. The quote “some stories are better left unsaid” works on this one.

Now that I found someone that I think will going to be my other half, but those tiny memories I had about you or with my other past will always have that special place in my mind to be remembered. I wish you to always have a good health, being a doctor especially this time in the middle of pandemic might stress you and impact your condition as well. Stay safe, semoga sukses dalam hal apapun ya A.

Kalau sempat terpikir sama Aa kalau Aa gak berguna, inget Aa pernah bikin seseorang bahagia tanpa melakukan apa-apa. If you ever feel useless at some point in your life, remember that you ever made someone happy by doing nothing, by just being exist.

And that someone was me.

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