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Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC

Fandom: Fictif (Last Legacy)

Rating: T (swearing, dorks making out)

Words: ~2600

Description: Felix and his barista explore his childhood home.

Notes: Felix has all my uwus 🥺 did not post five fics in one day (yet) but I might if convinced.

Thanks to @callioops for the inspiration :)

Please go easy on me I am in no way a fanfiction writer by nature but my love for Felix has evidently overpowered my insecurities ;)

Edit: Uhh.... I was debating between settings for this and realized I made it super ambiguous, so I’ve edited it now!

Warning: This is heavily canon divergent now. Oops.

I’m not even sure how I ended up here, to be quite honest.

But I would’ve had to be crazy to have predicted such a thing- a portal to another dimension (is this another dimension?), a towering manor overflowing with stuffy furniture and servants, a raven-haired goth (although he would protest to such a description) with a bird skull strung around his neck. Honesty, his fashion sense is questionable, though admittedly charming, but I nonetheless can’t seem to get him out of my head.

No, this is the stuff of fantasies born to the insane, of perhaps just the slightly deranged.

I’m not protesting, however, quite the contrary. As I pull Felix through the winding corridors of his childhood home, trying not to thing about the smooth softness of his cool hand in mine, I can honestly say that I haven’t had such fun in a very, very long time.

“Stop, stop!” Felix laughingly protests between laboured breaths, tugging on my hand. I gradually slow to a halt, our footsteps echoing in the large, surprising empty corridor, and Felix slips his hand from mine to brace his hands on his knees as he pants. I try to ignore the resulting disappointment that pangs in my chest and grin.

“You doing okay there, bird boy?”

Apparently, he still has the energy to raise his head and glare.

“My apologies, dear barista, that I have not your physical endurance.” He rolls his eyes, then pauses and smirks. “My being a magical prodigy has spared me the effort of such trivial things as exercise.” He spits the last word out with a scoff.

My grin widens as I saunter closer, placing a finger under his chin to raise his gaze to meet mine from where he is still bent over and panting.

“Perhaps we’ll just have to work on your stamina then, won’t we?”

Felix’s cheeks flush that pretty red that I know has nothing to do with exertion as he ducks his head. I smirk as I turn to examine the nearby wall, giving him time to collect himself. How fun it is to make him blush.

A row of framed paintings lines the wall, all of the equally bizarre. I try to make sense of the faces in them, but the harder I look, the more blurred they become. They are all covered in a discernible layer of dust, indicating that this hallway is rarely used. A peculiar sort of coldness rolls off of the strange pieces, one that has me averting my eyes from the freaky, obviously magically concealed paintings.

“Do you think anyone will find us here?”

I question as I turn to see Felix straightening and running a hand through his hair. I try not to let my eyes follow the motion, choosing instead to meet his icy gray gaze.

He seems perturbed as he looks around, biting his lip. It’s as if he’s just realized where we are. His fault for letting me lead him through the monstrous maze that is his home.

“No. Escell has not entered this corridor in years. I’m surprised he has not blocked it off. He rather enjoys avoiding all things that make him uncomfortable.”

“And what makes him uncomfortable about this wing?”

“Too many memories, my dear. Memories he would prefer to keep locked up.” Though he says it with a smirk, tapping one black-painted fingernail against his temple, it comes out only as sounding rather sad.

I open my mouth to reply, but am interrupted by a sharp-

“Master Felix! Enough with your foolish hiding!”

Felix’s eyes widen as he visibly flinches. “Great goddess, have mercy.”

The voice of Madam Usoro, an angry, mean, lump of a woman, sounds like it is coming from just down the long hall. I cringe inwardly, and probably outwardly, at the thought of meeting her again. According to Felix, she was one of his many childhood nannies (the only one that actually managed to survive his torments), and judging by her scowl, she hasn’t had a “me day” since then.

Unfortunately, Escell also assigned her the task of watching over Felix.

“Ridiculous,” he huffs, “it is as if I am nine years old again!”

My gaze darts frantically between the doors lining the walls, not sure where any of them lead.

I grab Felix’s sleeve and tug, though his eyes stay trained on the end of the hallway, his expression resigned.

“Felix!” I hiss, “which of these goddamn doors will get us out of here?”

He merely sighs. “Why bother? My inevitable capture fast approaches, thus I have decided to be accepting of my fate. I will remain here as a prisoner for the rest of my days while Escell continues to treat me like a babbling infant.”

Great. Now really isn’t the time for his dramatics. I lunge forward and lock my hand around his wrist, tugging him once more down the endless corridor of doors. I feel Felix stiffen as I go to open the first door that catches my eye, but I yank it open and pull him inside before he can protest. The door shuts with a satisfying click and we are alone in a strange, dark room.

“Felix?” I cannot see a thing.

A flash of light, and then Felix appears, a green

orb of light glowing in his palm. I suck in a breath as I take in the captivating way the light hits his features, highlighting his long eyelashes and silvery eyes.

“Apologies! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I shake my head, unable to divulge to him the truth. I can’t have him knowing about my strange infatuation. Though I often indulge in what I consider to be harmless flirtation, I know Felix obviously isn’t interested in me. Just days ago he was crying over me, thinking I was someone else! The thought is sobering, and I shake my head.

“What is this room?”

“Ah,” he appears uncharacteristically lost for words. “This is... nothing. We can wait here, I’m certain she’ll cease her endless badgering soon enough.”

I send him a thumbs up before I turn to examine the room. I might as well look around, if there’s nothing else to do but sit around.

“Wait!” Felix’s sharp cry is especially harsh in the quiet of the strange room.

My head jerks up. “What is it?”

“I simply think it best not to carelessly voyage through the uncertainties of the dark. You haven’t a clue what you could stumble upon.”

Something about his tone sounds off, but I sigh and move back towards the door anyway. I have learned that there is no use arguing with him.

I’m almost near the safe haven of Felix’s orb of light when my foot slips on something. I manage to catch myself, but lean down and pick up the offensive item out of curiosity.

It’s a bound, leather notebook. It looks worn, from what I can tell in the faint light, and I flip it open to the inside cover, ignoring Felix’s faint protests in the back of my mind. On the right page are lines of scrawling, messy and unintelligible handwriting. But that’s not what catches my eye. On the left, the page reads:

Property of Felix Iskandar Escellun

I lift my gaze to meet Felix’s guilty visage.

“This is yours?”

He cringes but attempts to hide it with a shrug. The movement does not at all look natural on him.

“You are aware I was raised here?” He snatches the journal out of my grasp with his free hand, then quirks a brow. “Why are you surprised to find an object previously in my possession?”

Felix is an atrocious liar. I glance around the room and suddenly it hits me where we are.

“This was your bedroom, wasn’t it?”

Although Felix is, I assume, currently staying somewhere else, his reaction leaves me with no doubt in my mind that this used to be his room.

Felix bites his lip (he really needs to stop doing that lest I get distracted) then slowly nods. With another sigh, he presses his palms together, then spreads them apart until green light flows throughout the room, the night vision goggle-like effect making it look like we’re on an episode of ghost hunters.

“I would rather not spend time sifting through old memories,” Felix says quietly from beside me as I observe my surroundings.

The room is relatively sparsely decorated. In the centre of the opposite wall is a large, canopy bed, the sheets tossed to the side and the curtains haphazardly thrown about. A large desk is pressed up against one wall, overflowing with notebooks and stacks of parchment, and a bookcase on the opposite wall is spilling over with messily arranged books. A large, elegant armchair is piled high with odd boxes near the middle of the room, and an open armoire is empty save for a pile of clothing laying at the bottom. The whole place is a mess, and though the furniture is very fine, Felix’s attempts to hide that fact are quite obvious. The few windows are boarded up, the curtains surrounding them singed. In fact, there are several odd burn marks on the floor, and I don’t think they’re due to the large stone fireplace.

“Wow.” Very eloquent of me to say.

“Ugh. I despise this room.”

I drift curiously about making note of the objects in the room. Aside from the pieces of writing, there is very little here to signify that the room was Felix’s.

I walk over to the window and am pleased to find the the large wooden board covering it is relatively easy to dislodge. Behind it, there is a window seat, and I glance out the window to see a view of the rolling hills that stretch far and beyond, illuminated by the moonlight.

Felix flops onto the window seat with a sigh. I sit beside him and try to ignore the fact that our knees touch.

Felix squeezes his eyes shut. “I apologize for my theatrics, dear barista, but I would truly rather leap off the highest tower of the castle of Porrima than suffer through living in this room again.”

I refrain from telling him that I did, in fact, almost leap off the castle’s highest tower, and it is not as fun as he makes it out to be.

He hardly ever speaks of his past without flippant disregard for true emotion. ��Will you tell me why it was so bad, Felix?”

His eyes shoot open and he scoffs, though his eyes glisten in the moonlight which shines through the window.

His voice is small as he replies. “I was forced every day to live a life I hated in hopes of pleasing a father whose love I already knew I would never earn. I have never felt so useless, so pathetically desperate, as I felt here. And here I am, back again. All my work to escape this place has been for naught.”

My heart aches for him, the expression on his face causing a physical pain in my chest.

“Felix...” I say softly, and before I even register what I’m doing, my hand is grabbing his.

Felix meets my gaze, eyes wide. Every time I touch him he gets so surprised, and I wonder how often he has been touched lovingly in his life.

“I would never think you useless, Felix, never. You are so extraordinary, so brilliant, and it’s a shame that you can’t see it. You have done so much for me and... I need you. Not just to get home, I don’t even know if I care about that anymore, but because you’ve make me so happy, Felix. Being with you feels like being able to breathe. I know that everyone else has left you, but I promise you, I never will. Never.”

His lips part in shock at my words and this time I can’t stop my eyes from flickering down to his mouth. He is so beautiful. I would do anything to kiss him, even just once.

Felix raises his hand and his fingers draw lines down my cheek, making me shiver. Then he leans forward and presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.

“Thank you.”

The words are said so quietly that I barely hear them, but I don’t need to with the gratitude that seems to roll off of him in waves.

“Felix?”

“Hm?”

A pause.

“Do you ever think about me?”

“I... I- of course I do. You have consumed every aspect of my waking life.” I can hear a slight teasing in his voice.

I lick my lips. “Do you ever think of me like you think of Rime?”

I can feel him flinch at the name and am about to apologize before he speaks.

“Rime is gone. A necromancer knows better than to waste energy attempting to recall what has been truly lost.”

“Oh... I-“

He sounds so incredibly sad. Whoever Rime is, I’ve no doubt that Felix loved this person. Though I know I shouldn’t feel jealous of a dead person, envy ripples through my stomach all the same.

“I... do. Think about you.”

And the meaning has changed. He pulls back with a shaky breath, cheeks bright red. “I know I am not the most naturally affectionate person, but I-“

He thinks about me. My heart does a fluttering little happy dance at the thought.

Screw it. If I leave this world, I don’t want to have any regrets.

And that’s the thought that propels me forward as I crash my lips into his with a longing I have never before felt. Felix gasps against my mouth and stiffens, and I panic. What the hell am I doing? But no sooner has the thought left my mind then he relaxes and kisses me back. He kisses me back! And I’ve never felt anything more wonderful.

His hands come to set at my waist as mine cup his face, feeling his jaw work as he kisses me and that makes it all the more real that he is kissing me and this isn’t some sort of fervour dream. I pull his hair free from its tie and tangle my fingers in the silken locks of his hair, and god, it’s just as soft as I thought I would be.

Felix kisses like he talks- a little hestitant, full of passion, and enough to make your head spin. It feels like I’m falling, I don’t know which way it’s up and which is down, just like when he rambles on about spells I could never hope to comprehend, but the drop is thrilling because I’ve wanted it so badly and for so long. At first it’s slow, soft, but I want, so I press myself harder against him in effort to let him know that’s it’s okay for him to let himself take from me what he needs.

HIs hands tighten around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, hands drifting over my sides, and I smile against his lips at his momentary display of forwardness. I retaliate by tugging on his hair that flows between my fingers like water, causing his lips to part against mine as he gasps, the perfect opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth and I’m worried that I’m moving too fast but he moans. I sling a leg over his thigh and we’re grabbing at each other like horny teenagers now-

Felix pulls away with a gasp (I knew we had to work on his stamina). We’re both breathing hard, echoing in the quiet of the large room, and he blinks rapidly; he looks rather like someone hit him over the head with a brick.

I smile at him, running a thumb over his lower lip, and he lets out a pained noise somewhere between a whimper and a squeak.

“I liked that,” I whisper.

“You- you did?”

I nod. “Of course, Felix. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long.”

“R-really?”

I roll my eyes, responding by leaning forward and pressing another chaste kiss to his lips.

“Me too.” He whispers it like a secret, one that I’ll gladly hold forever in my heart.

Felix tentatively reaches and takes my hand in his, flipping it over and drawing little patterns into my palm as he turns to stare out the window again. It’s soothing, and I don’t really pay attention to the patterns. But after a while I think he starts inadvertently drawing hearts into my skin. It’s rather cute; I didn’t take him for a romantic.

“Master Felix!” The voice sounds from not too far outside Felix’s bedroom door.

“Shit.”

I’m afraid I don’t possess his way with words.

Our eyes meet and we both burst into a fit of giggles as the sounds of Madam Usoro’s footsteps gets louder. Trapped as we are, she’s bound to find us soon. Somehow, I’m not worrried. Nothing could ever take Felix from me.

And he knows that I will never leave him.

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles. I love you guys so much!

Words: 3149 (oops)

Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

��The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

***

“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”

#It's Your Love #a Burnsy birthday fic #via The Loft gang #oh no my hole #all the holes #they totally coke canned it #hey soul sister #my nakie twin's bday fic #nakie twins #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices trr #trr #choices the royal romance #choices trr au #Drake x Alyssa #Liam x Ella

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jjungkookislife · 3 years

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Jungkook

Something where JK is on a Zoom call and his mc is giving him a blowie under the table ☺️ and she says something like,, “Babe stop squirming pay attention”

Smut 🥲

Zoom (M)

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), pet names, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, cum facial/swallowing

Jungkook wasn’t one to do things like this, much less when he was on Zoom for a training required by his workplace. It had been bad enough that he had to get up earlier than normal to attend, but he’d also had to have his camera on the entire duration. At least he could have the mic off for this one.

He knew he was in for a long day when one of the higher ups showed up with a frown as they tried (and failed) to get the screen share to work. They babbled on as they said to refer to their screen, but all Jungkook could see was up their nose, gross.

Instead, Jungkook’s attention was on the doodles he’d been drawing on his notebook; stars, swirls, and stick people littered the pages. He huffed, carding his hand through his hair as he feigned attention, each of his coworkers looking just as bored as he. He wondered what time lunch would be today, hoping it would be sooner rather than later. He didn’t care to sit on screen all day without eating.

Jungkook could hear you down the hall, as you did your own work on your laptop. You found it easier to work in the living room instead of the office, and some days you sat on the porch if the weather allowed. Today it did not.

Jungkook groans as the presenter finally realizes their screen isn’t displayed to the faculty and more clicking and brow furrowing fills the screen. He doesn’t know why he has to sit through this if it’s the exact same thing every single year. He knows how to do his job, and to be frank, this whole training could have been a PowerPoint.

Hours pass, and finally, Jungkook is dismissed for lunch. He takes his laptop to the living room, turning the camera off before going into the kitchen to make something to eat.

“Rough morning?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his slim waist. He immediately relaxes under your touch, sighing, “the worst. And I get to go through it in the afternoon and tomorrow.”

Your lips plant a kiss on his shoulder before stepping away from him.

“You can do It, baby. Im sorry it’s so awful. Do you want me to sit with you in the afternoon? I got my work done.”

“No sense in ruining your day with my pointless training,” Jungkook kisses your cheek before he takes his food to the dining table. You sit with him, wishing you could help, but there’s nothing that can be done. Instead, you take his laptop back to his office and set it on the desk before sitting on the chair beside his.

Jungkook walks into the room shortly after, sitting in his chair before patting his lap for you to sit on it. You quickly oblige, kissing his cheek as his arms wrap around your waist to hold you close. He checks to make sure his mic was on mute and camera turned off before he presses his lips to yours. You sigh, cupping his face as his hold on you tightens.

You loved the feel of his soft lips against yours, his sweet moans for you and you only as your teeth gently bit his lip, tugging it with your teeth before releasing it.

“Baby,” he sighs airily as you kiss him again, your hands gripping his hair, tugging it gently. “Fuck.”

“You’re meeting is starting up,” you inform him as movement on his screen catches your attention. Jungkook groans, cursing again as you kiss his lips one last time before climbing off his lap.

He turns his camera on, leaving his mic muted as his coworkers' faces appear on the other screens, all looking as bored and annoyed as he. You watch your boyfriend try to pay attention, but the presenter is just off on a tangent about their lunch hour, which makes you grimace as Jungkook sighs. He places his hand on your knee, stroking it for a bit as he places his chin in his hand.

You feel bad that he has to sit through hours of this. You place your hand over his, your thumb brushing his skin before you slide out of your chair. Jungkook raises a brow at you, but you remain silent as you move his chair and crawl under his desk. He looks down at you, his brows furrowed, “What are you doing?”

“Shh..” you hush him, your hands running up and down his thighs as he looks at the screen, hoping nobody has noticed him looking at the floor.

Jungkook squirms in his seat, feeling his cock growing hard at your touch. He bites his lip, his foot tapping as he tries to focus on the screen. Your hands move to unbutton his pants, tugging the zipper down as well.

Jungkook gasps, hips lifting to help you tug his pants down his thick thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight as your hand palms his cock through his boxers.

You look up at him with bright eyes, smiling as you kitten lick his erection through his boxers. Your name escapes his lips in a grunt, looking away from the screen to hide the pleasure on his face as you tug his boxers down and lick the head of his cock.

“We’re gonna get caught if you can’t control your facial expressions,” you chastise and he nods.

You stroke him, your tongue swirling around the head before you spit on it. Jungkook groans, his hand knotting in your hair. You continue to tease him, working your tongue over every inch. You’re in no rush, knowing his meeting will go for at least another hour or so.

Jungkook resists the urge to look down at you, gripping his pen with one hand and his hold tightening on your hair with the other. His breathing has grown ragged and his eyes have darkened with lust. Your hand strokes him lazily, your lips wrapping around him as you take him deep in your mouth, relaxing your jaw to take his dick further. You love feeling him heavy on your tongue, your head bobbing up and down as Jungkook lifts his hips, wanting to push his cock down further.

“Fuck,” he covers his mouth his hand. Eyes closing as he tries to catch his breath when you take him down your throat and swallow. You gag, eyes watering as you look up at him, his fiery gaze taking you by surprise.

Jungkook squirms in his seat. You pull off his cock, ignoring the way your spit and his pre-cum are smeared on your lips and chin, “ “Babe, stop squirming. Pay attention or I’ll stop.”

Jungkook shakes his head, pouting as he forces his gaze away from you. Your lips wrap around him again, easily finding your rhythm and making your boyfriend sigh and lift his hips. He eases up the hold he has on your hair, your roots no longer throbbing.

Jungkook curses, wanting to fuck your face desperately as his mind clears of all thoughts except the warmth of your mouth and the tightness of your throat.

“That’ll be all for today! Enjoy your afternoon!” Jungkook turns off the camera, exiting out of the page and slamming his laptop shut the moment he’s dismissed. His hand is immediately threaded in your hair, his hips lifting from the chair as he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth.

You inhale through your nose, your hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into his skin as he fucks your face. Tears well up in your eyes and stream down your cheeks soon after.

“That’s it, baby. Let me fuck that cute mouth of yours,” Jungkook groans, head lolling back, lips parted as your name escapes him.

“Look at you, love. Crying over my cock like a good girl. You like when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? Like having my cock stuffed inside it?” Jungkook smirks when you do your best to nod, sniffling as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. You whine in protest, but he chuckles as he rubs the head of his cock on your lips before gently smacking your cheek with it.

“You just love being on your knees for me, baby? Love crying for me and my cock,” he grins when you nod in agreement, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, eager to have him back in your mouth. Jungkook grins, pushing his cock past your lips as you immediately begin bobbing up and down his length, drawing the sweetest, most erotic sounds from the cute man.

“Oh, baby. That’s it, good girl. Fuck,” Jungkook easily looses himself to your touch, He groans, his hand in your hair as his head falls back. His body is burning with desire, his orgasm quickly approaching, and he warns you with stuttered breaths, eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck, baby!” Jungkook pulls his cock out of your mouth, cumming on your lips and chin. You close your eyes, waiting for him to finish before opening them again, your tongue out as he milks the rest of his cum onto it.

You swallow, maintaining eye contact as he falls limp in his chair. He takes in a deep breath, cursing as he cards his hands through his hair.

A sheepish smile appears on his lips, “oops, I made a mess.”

You giggle, shaking your head, “it’s fine.”

Jungkook uses two of his fingers to wipe cum off your face, placing them in your mouth after. You suck them dry, releasing them when they’re sucked clean.

“That was amazing, love. Definitely made the training more bearable,” Jungkook states as he puts his boxers on and kicks his pants off the rest of the way before pulling you onto his lap.

“I’m glad I could help, babe,” you kiss Jungkook, your hands on his chest. Jungkook smiles as he gets you off his lap before he gets up from his chair.

“Come, baby. It’s your turn,” he smirks as he leads you to your shared bedroom. You get on the bed with him on top of you a second later, his lips meeting yours as his hands roam down your body.

You spread your legs for him and he grins, “perfect.”

#zoom jjk #jjungkookislife drabble game

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katslitg · 4 years

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open heart headcanons.

scenario: how would the LIs ask MC to be their girlfriend/boyfriend?

Jackie Varma:

She would be very nervous. Plan everything out, to the smallest detail even.

She had been in relationships before, but this was different. You two were roommates, and on top of that, colleagues.

Would ask Sienna and Elijah’s help. Maybe even Bryce and Rafael’s. But that only on the day self.

Would take you to a restaurant out of town, because ‘What if MC says no,’

Had made the reservation weeks ago, picking a special date.

She’d have nervous ticks the whole date. Touching the cutlery multiple times, nervous laughs, trembling hands, etc.

Even ask you questions you knew she knew the answer to, making you smile.

At the end, she’d take you out to the restaurant’s balcony, overlooking the view of the city.

There, she’s asked you the question.

“You know how I feel about talking about my feelings. But I just... I want you to know I really, really like you. So, MC will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

By the look on your face, she knew how you felt about her, but when you said yes, she was even happier.

Rafael Aveiro:

Nervous, but not as nervous as Jackie.

He had been bragging about you to Bryce every single day. To the point where Bryce himself almost wanted to ask you to be Rafael’s partner.

Bryce would put the idea into his head and even help him plan it out, although Rafael himself already had a whole plan.

He’d have such a fun night of activities planned out!!

First to one of those cheap 80s diners, then going to a movie you had said you wanted to see, and lastly to an arcade.

Would try to sneak the subject about relationships into the conversation, but still making sure you didn’t pick up on his plan.

Definitely the type to have one of those poloraid cameras and take lots of pictures!!

He’d choose to ask you at the top of the spinning wheel.

At the end, he’d hold your hand and look into yours eyes as he was about to ask you.

“I think it’s quiet obvious how I feel about you, even though we’ve had our fair share of struggles, but MC, will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

Would wrap you up in his arms after you say yes and kisses you.

Bryce Lahela:

Not nervous, at all.

Until Rafael starts talking about nerves.

“Man, fuck. Now I am.” “Oops. Sorry, bro.”

He’d plan this hike and then a picknick at the top for you two.

Very thought out plan, he’d get both of your favorite foods and all.

Oh my god I imagine him trying to get you two to wear matching outfits!! Most likely blue, but I feel like he would settle for any pastel coloured theme.

Would be babbling about the most random shit the whole time, trying to keep his nerves calm. Not that it worked, but still.

He’d wait until the sunset looked absolutely perfect before asking. Like one of those pinkish coloured sunsets.

“MC, I want you to know that I really really really enjoy spending time with you, more than I enjoy spending time with myself, and trust me I like that quiet a lot. But that beside the point, what I wanted to ask you was, will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

Would post one of those dramatic insta stories after you said yes, ‘On a hike with my GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND.’

Ethan Ramsey:

Ethan was scared of losing you on that certain day, but his mind hadn’t even crossed the idea of making it official.

He knew you liked him as much as he liked you, and at the moment, that was more than enough for him.

Which is why he’d just invite you over to his house.

He’d cook a great meal for you, probably even your favorite, but he wouldn’t let you know thay he knew what that was.

After dinner, you two would be laughing in the kitchen while washing the dishes together when you made some joke about being complete couple goals.

That’s when he realised that you needed confirmation, which he would gladly give you.

You two overlooking the view of Boston from his appartment’s balcony, sipping on some expensive wine, when he looked over at you.

“MC, I never really thought that at my age I would say these words again, but will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

Other than a kiss, he wouldn’t be a much over the top celebrator after you said yes.

#open heart #rafael aveiro x mc #jackie varma x mc #bryce lahela x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #rafael aveiro #bryce lahela #jackie varma #ethan ramsey #playchoices #choices #headcanons #headcanon #hc

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mlmichaelharrison · 6 years

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Giselle (Michael Harrison X Male!MC)

Summary: Giselle returns to see Michael again but she gets a bit too flirtatious, causing MC to get jealous and irritable. (Based on a prompt sent by @choiceaddicted , thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!)

Word count: 3,661 (oops)

Warnings for language and homophobia.

Also, thanks to @wannabefanboy for reading this through and offering suggestions, it was hugely helpful!

I sighed heavily and lolled my head back on my office chair, spinning hopelessly and knocking some of my sheets of paper onto the floor. I groaned and leant down to pick them all up, looking at the maths, the chemistry, the English. It seemed all I did nowadays was work and sleep. I pushed the papers aside and plucked a small book from my shelf, opening it and leaning on my table with my chin resting on my fist. I looked through the photos I’ve printed of me and my cheer squad, and pictures of my friendship group, and pictures of Michael. I read through the captions I and my friends had written and smiled a little. I couldn’t wait for the weekend. I stared at a photo of Michael kissing my cheek and felt myself blush a little, looking away from the photos embarrassed and closing the book, putting it back in between the English and theatre texts and various textbooks. I chewed on the top of my pen as I reread the same question over and over again. The doorbell rang, but I attempted to ignore it, rereading the question for the eighth time.

“Hey, kiddo, there’s a very attractive young man by the name of Michael who also happens to be your boyfriend at the door. Should I let him in?” My dad yelled up the stairs and I whined, running down the stairs quickly to see Michael and my dad chatting in the hallway. “Daaaaadddd, stop embarrassing me!” I complained and Michael laughed, shaking his head at me. “Your dad is great, shut up.” He said, coming over to me and leaning down to peck my cheek. “Finally! Someone who appreciates me!” My dad exclaimed, locking the door. “As much as my company is highly appreciated and desperately wanted, I’m going to get back to my thrilling emails and business calls. Shout if you need anything!” He said before disappearing into his small office. Michael turned to me smiling and my cheeks were still warm with discomfort. “Shall we head upstairs?” He asked and I nodded.

Once I shut the door, I turned to Michael with a warm smile. He kissed me quickly and grinned widely at me. “As lovely as this is, why are you in my room at nine o’clock on a Thursday?” I asked as he removed his coat. “I just got the best news ever.”

“Oh?”

“Giselle is coming back into town! On Saturday! She’s spending the weekend here!” He said with a high pitch I’d never heard him speak in before. I couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, but I also felt a little nervous. “Giselle… Giselle as in first kiss Giselle?” I asked, hoping not to come across as jealous or possessive. Michael didn’t seem to care anyway, just nodding in response. He wrapped his arms around me and swayed slowly from side to side. “She’s staying around mine on Saturday, so do you want to spend the day with us?” He asked and I nodded hesitantly, resting my head on his shoulder as he stepped us through my room. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach by inhaling his scent. I’m not the jealous type, and I’m definitely not the possessive type, but a huge part of me was scared of what Giselle’s intentions were. They’ve barely spoken since she left a few years ago, and now she’s coming over.

I drove Michael home for our Friday night movie marathon with my dad, a small tradition which has been going on for a couple of months. I leant against Michael’s shoulder once my dad had excused himself to go to bed and wrapped an arm around his waist. He reciprocated by wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kissing my forehead. “Are you nervous about meeting Giselle?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Of course not!” He said and looked down at me. I chewed a bit on the inside of my cheek. He seemed to clock on to that and pulled me closer. “Are you?” He asked and I looked away.

“No.” I replied and he pulled my chin up gently. He searched my eyes for a moment and leant down to peck my lips lightly. I shivered and closed my eyes, kissing him again softly and cautiously. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. She’ll like you as much as I do, honestly.” He said and I shrugged. “I sure hope she doesn’t.” I mumbled, brushing my lips against his again. He kissed me back with a smile playing on his lips.

“You know what I mean.” He whispered and kissed me again shortly. He rested his chin on my head, the comedy film’s words disappearing into a blur as I closed my eyes and breathed slower, feeling comfortable and warm in his arms. This Giselle had better not ruin anything.

The next morning, I drove Michael and myself straight to the Golden Griddle, Michael excitedly babbling about how long it’s been since they’d seen each other, and how surprised he is that she’s suddenly coming over, and I tried to be happy. I really did. Seeing Michael’s eyes light up made butterflies erupt from my stomach and escape from my mouth in small fragments of “You’re sure you don’t like her like that?” and “You’ll still hold my hand as we walk, right?”. He assured me repeatedly and kept his promise, holding my hand as we walked into the diner. He saw Giselle and I retracted my hand instantly when I saw her. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, clear skin and a beautiful figure. Her smile was wide and her eyes lit up in a gorgeous way when she made eye contact with Michael. She wore white ripped jeans and a top with a band I’d never heard of before printed over her chest. I could feel my heart sink as I looked her up and down and then looked down to the floor, swallowing thickly and forcing myself to breathe slowly. He ran to her and they threw their arms around each other. She was so pretty. She held Michael in a long hug and looked up at me from his shoulder. She maintained eye contact with me as she slowly crept her arms around him, pulling him closer, before he pulled away. I rolled my eyes at her. “It’s so good to see you!” Michael said loudly, before turning to me and pointing. “This is my boyfriend!” Michael said and ruffled my hair up a bit. I smiled rubbed my head into his palm and gave Giselle a small wave. “Oh, cool.” She said shortly, looking me up and down quickly before returning her focus to Michael. “Let’s get to some seats and order some brunch then, yeah?” She asked and Michael nodded, tugging me along with him to a booth. Giselle sat opposite the two of us and seemed to be staring me down. I knew it was a bad idea for me to come along today, and that was only solidified when she kicked my shin harshly. I gasped and grabbed my shin and she smiled. “Oh, sorry! I’m just a bit of a fidgeter.” She explained, making eye contact with me and giving me a cold stare. I stared back at her and maintained the eye contact as I wrapped my arm around Michael’s waist, who was looking down at the menu on the table. “What’s this for?” He mumbled with a quiet laugh and I looked away from Giselle. “Nothing.” I said and he raised his eyebrow at me. I could see Giselle look away from the corner of my eye and I pressed a short kiss to his lips. He blushed a little and turned away with a smile. Mine.

After brunch and a series of uncomfortable glares between Giselle and I, I agreed to drive the two of them back to Michael’s house before heading home myself. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing in the rearview mirror to see Giselle flicking her hair and giggling and sticking her tongue out and batting her eyelashes. She was being so obvious, and her breath reeked of desperation, but even so, it felt like competition. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel and I bit my lip as I watched her leaning into him. I turned around the corner faster and harsher than I should have and smirked to myself as Giselle was tossed away from Michael and back into her seat. At the gas station, I was pumping diesel into my car before Michael came outside and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He rested his head on my shoulder and put his hand in my front pockets. I laughed quietly. “Why are you doing this?” I asked and he kissed just below my ear.

“You seem off today.” He stated and I bit my lip. “I have no idea why. Things alright at school?” He asked and I rolled my eyes slightly. How can someone be so goddamn oblivious? I shrugged and turned around to face him. I placed a hand on his cheek and pecked his lips lightly, smiling when I saw his cheeks turn slightly pink. There’s no way Giselle could have the same effect on him, right? “Nothing’s wrong, Michael, just having a bit of an off day.” I assured him and kissed his cheek gently.

“Okay. Well, I’ll pay for fuel.” He said and I shook my head.

“Why would you do that, silly?”

“You’re doing me a favour, and I want to, so deal with it.” He said and kissed my lips again shortly. I sighed and thanked him, sitting back in the driver’s seat whilst Michael left to pay. Giselle leant over to me from her seat, watching Michael walk away. “He may seem head over heels when it comes to you, but he won’t want you forever.” She stated matter-of-factly. I turned to face her and she was smirking. “What makes you say that?” I asked and she rested her cheek in her hand. “You didn’t see him when we kissed. He was a blushing and blubbering mess. I suppose he’s never been speechless after one of your kisses, no?” She asked and I searched my mind for an example. Before I could even respond she cut in again. “Let's face it, Michael doesn't want to be in a gay relationship for the rest of his life. His parents would hate it, he wouldn't get to have kids, it'll make things more difficult in the film industry…” She told me and I turned my face away from her cold glare. “You’re probably just a high school fling, and he’ll eventually start to take things seriously and look for a real relationship that doesn’t rely on lust like every other gay relationship-”

“Sorry, how dare you?” I asked, raising my voice and steadying my hands by holding them together tightly in my lap. She sat back in her seat as Michael reappeared and he smiled at both of us. I hardly made eye contact and turned the key, driving away determined to just get Giselle out of my car. She was starting to stink it out with her bitterness.

“Thank you so much for driving us.” Michael said as he opened his door and stepped out. “No worries.” I responded monotonously and remained seated. He opened my door and leant against the frame. Giselle was taking her bags out of the boot, and Michael looked cautiously up at his house before ducking his head into my car and kissing me gently. He clicked my belt off and pulled my legs around, taking my hips and tugging me to stand. I stood slacked in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked and I rubbed my head into his neck. “Nothing.” I mumbled to his skin, hugging him close to me. He kissed my temple and squeezed me reassuringly before moving back when the front door opened. “Giselle!” Michael’s mum exclaimed, rushing out to hug her and help her with her bags. She looked at me and waved in a friendly manner and I waved back. Michael made sure there was some distance between the two of us and he smiled at me. “I should get going.” I said, sitting back in my seat. Michael nodded and took the last bag from the boot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, we definitely okay to come to yours since my parents have friends over?” He asked and I nodded. He smiled and waved at me before shutting the boot and heading indoors.

Things were as uncomfortable as I expected. Of course, I didn’t mind having Michael round my house. My dad adored him, and, obviously, I did too, and he fit into the household so easily, but Giselle made everything seem a bit off. My dad opened with a pun on her name and she just laughed emptily. “Well, I’ll get on with some food. Are you two staying?” He asked and Michael nodded. “We’d love to, thanks.” Michael said with a warm smile to my dad. My dad smiled back and nodded, heading into the kitchen. The three of us headed upstairs to my room and sat on the floor, chatting and catching up. “We may not have stepped off on the right foot, but this is a lot of fun!” I said to Giselle once Michael had left to go to the toilet. She just rolled her eyes at me. “We don’t have to pretend to like each other. In fact, I’d much rather it if we didn’t.” She snapped and I widened my eyes at her.

“I literally just tried to extend the olive branch, and that’s what you’re going to respond with?” I asked and she nodded with a catty smirk. Michael reappeared and took his place on the floor, and Giselle leaned over to wrap him up in a hug. He laughed and hugged her back. “God, I missed you.” He said and she looked over at me. I rolled my eyes. This again? She ran her fingers through his hair and I stood up. “I’m just getting some water, you must be really thirsty, Giselle.” I said, spinning on the ball of my foot and storming out. I rest my forehead against the fridge and groaned, closing my eyes and breathing slowly. I don’t even know what to do about this. “Someone looks like they’re having boy troubles.” My dad said from the doorway, coming over and pulling a stool out from the breakfast bar and sat on the other. I sighed and slumped down next to him. “Yep.”

“Hm, I thought your eyes had changed colour. Jealous green.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “What’s up?” He asked and I sighed, reluctantly explaining what Giselle has been saying for the past few days. He frowned and looked around the kitchen as if an answer would just jump out at him from the walls. I huffed quietly and stood up to get some water for the others. “Don’t worry.” I said, filling the cups, but my dad turned to me.

“I don’t want to sound weird…” He started.

“Well, this is off to a great start.” I said with a small smile.

“But Michael really does care about you.” He said and I looked up at him.

“I mean, yeah, I guess, but I think this is just a fling until we head off to do something bigger with our lives.”

“No, really, kiddo. You don’t see the way he looks at you on our Friday Movie Marathons. Do you remember us watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

“Of course, because every time anything happened you told us ‘don’t get any ideas’. You still don’t believe me when I have a cold!” I laughed and he put his hands up.

“Okay, okay, guilty as charged, but do you remember the kiss scene at the end? Yeah, you should have seen the way Michael looked at you.” He said and I blushed, looking down at the counter. “Look, I’m just saying, you’re everything to him. And I’m sorry that this had to come from me and not a friend who should have conveniently been here and I’m sure I’m probably making you a bit uncomfortable-”

“Dad, dad, it’s fine. Thank you.” I said and he smiled.

“Seriously, he really cares about you. You’ve been here for him, and Giselle just… hasn’t. I think you two will fall in love and be together for a very, very long time.” I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said laughing quietly to myself as my eyes watered a bit. “You’re welcome, kid. Now get up there and get back to your boyfriend so he can throw some more longing and loving looks your way, eh?” He joked and I rolled my eyes, my smile no shifting. I carried the glasses upstairs and heard them talking through the door. I don’t know what I was expecting, obviously they’d be chatting without me, but I found myself trying to listen in.

“If those were my intentions as well, we wouldn’t be sitting in my boyfriend’s bedroom right now.”

“But you said it yourself over the phone the other day: the media industry is hard enough to get in to, let alone being in a gay relationship as well.”

“But Giselle-”

“I kissed you first!” She exclaimed like a child. “I call dibs.” She said and there was silence.

“I’m not an object… And I don’t…” I decided I’d heard enough and gently pushed the door open with my foot, placing the glasses on my desk. They both looked up at me and then Michael looked at Giselle. “Maybe you should get heading to Morgan’s now, she only lives down the road from here, you remember where?” Michael asked and Giselle nodded, looking at me bitterly before standing up. I looked away from her as her eyes bore into me and she picked her coat up, heading out. “It was nice to meet you.” I said quietly and she ignored me. I sat back on the floor opposite Michael. “Shit just got weird, huh?” Michael asked and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. “You can’t have possibly not noticed.” I sighed, unable to control my slight anger towards him. He shook his head. “I didn’t, honestly.” He said, leaning over and taking my hands in his. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice, I know it’s been affecting you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m really not the jealous type, I swear-”

“It’s okay, I’m usually not the unobservant type. I feel like an idiot.” He said, trying to catch my eye as I’d been avoiding it for quite some time. My throat started to feel tight and I felt a little bit dizzy, and I slowly turned to face him. “Are you okay?”

I’m not entirely sure what exactly came over me, but the moment I opened my mouth to speak I just burst into tears. He moved faster than I’ve seen him before and wrapped me up tightly in his arms. He rubbed my back and played with my hair at the back of my neck. He stood up, pulling me with him and he stepped and swayed us around my room slowly. “I was so scared…” I whispered against the skin of his neck.

“And why was that?” He asked, resting his hands on my waist.

“She was… so much better than me. She was so right.”

“No, no, no. No way.” He said quickly. “She was telling me that being with you would be bad for work reasons. That’s a lie. The best photos and videos I’ve got are of you, and, sure, being queer makes finding a job in the media a bit more difficult, but why would I leave you just to have a slight advantage? I’m good enough and I’ll get there eventually.” He lifted my chin up and met my eyes. “And I don’t need parents or to be a parent to be happy. That may happen, it may not, but that’s so far into the future. We don’t need to think about that right now, as you said after Wes and Autumn’s issues.” He touched his lips to mine lightly and I sighed and sniffled. “I can’t leave you.” He said and kissed my cheek. “Sure, I liked Giselle a few years back, but that’s nothing compared to how you make me feel.” He started smiling and looked away, glancing around my room, trying to find the words. “You make me feel… so alive. And you make me feel so much happier than I’ve ever been before in my life.” He closed his eyes and kissed my lips gently but with so much feeling behind it. I tightened my arms around him and he rested his forehead on mine. “I…” He made eye contact and took a deep breath in. “I love you.” He whispered and my heart started to race. My body ignited with adrenaline and my eyes widened. He looked away nervously but I pulled him quickly back to face me. “I love you too.” I mumbled and he smiled, moving to kiss my lips passionately. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him with me right now, forgetting about this mess of a weekend, focusing on how I could feel his heartbeat against mine, and how his lips felt on mine, and how his arms felt around me. I opened my eyes to see him grinning. “I love you.” He repeated and I pecked his lips. “I love you too.” He rested his head on top of mine and I sighed. “I love you.”

Hope you liked it! I’m currently working on a bunch of other Michael x MC things, so you’re going to see a lot more of my gay shit around. Thanks for reading!

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Omg I'm so glad you made this tumblr! Uuuuh. I've got a request: imagine Yoosung finding out that the MC is a few years older than him (either before they have even met and he's developing feelings or when they're already a couple)? Hope it's not too much I'm asking for ;-;

took way too long to finish I’m sorry!! This is fairly long cause well, oops? i’m dramatic haha

also i made it so they’ve met but they’re not a couple i’m sorry if that’s not what you want aaaaa

this is actual trash i’m sorry

Rating: PG13

“Say, Seven, I’m not what they call a…”

Your voice was sheepish as you spoke into the phone, your eyes resolutely trained onto the ceiling and away from Seven’s picture displayed on your phone. There was an expression of defeat mixed with pure embarrassment on your face and your grimace would’ve made for a fun blackmail picture for the redhead.

“A what?”, he drawls teasingly, and you can practically feel the mischievous smirk on his stupid face. “Spit it out ______. I won’t know what you’re trying to say until you say it clearly.”

You wanted to slap him, but alas, his cheek was too far from the palm of your hand. “A-A,” you take a deep breath. Your next words come out in a high-pitched squeak, your fingers clenching around the fabric of your shirt. “A c-cougar!” Your eyes squeeze tightly and your hands fly up to cover your reddened face, a loud stuttering groan of embarrassment leaving your lips.

Seven’s hysterical laughter fills the room, making your ears bleed; you knew putting him on speakerphone was a bad idea! “Oh my god!”, he spits through his giggles. “I can’t believe- haha! A-A cougar- HAHAHA!” You groan again and the urge to hide yourself under the sheets have never been stronger.

“Shut up Seven!”, you cry, his laughs growing in volume at the sound of your suffering. After what feels like forever, his laughter slowly starts to subside, but you can still hear his small giggles between his panting breaths.

“Wh-Why do you ask? What makes you think you’re a c-cou-”, he snorts and you can hear a loud BANG. “C-Cougar-HAHA!” You roll your eyes in exasperation and you consider hanging up on the redhead. He obviously isn’t much help now. Laughing at you isn’t going to do anything for your crippling sanity.

“If you’d just stop laughing, I’d actually tell you.”

“O-Okay, okay, lemme just,” he pants, chuckling under his breath. “Calm myself down… Hooooo~ I can’t breathe.”

“I wish you’d stop breathing.”, you mutter bitterly and he snorts again.

“So cruel ______! I thought we were friends!”, his dramatic yell does nothing but annoy you even further and you tell him so, resulting in another heartbreaking shout.

“Seriously Seven, am I one or not?” His pondering hum makes you nervous and you pull the fabric of your bedsheets taut between your fingers. “You’re gonna have to explain to me why you think you’re a cougar first ______,” he says. Your mouth twists, displeased. “Because personally, I haven’t seen you do anything ‘cougar-like’ in the chatroom.”

You muster up the loudest, most tired sounding sigh you could make and you hear him chortle in amusement. “My friends joke around a lot. About me being a cougar and all,” you explain reluctantly, letting the silk in your grasp fall from your fingers. You instead pick at the stitches in your shirt, a worried lilt in your voice as you speak. “You know how I’m one of the oldest members in the RFA? I told my friends that and well, yeah…” The way your voice trails off is suspicious to say the least, as if you were hiding something from Seven.

“That still doesn’t explain why they think you’re a cougar. You do know what that word means, don’t you? It means to be sexually interested in younger men,” he rattles off, so casually that you wonder if anything can embarrass Seven. Then, his voice turns into something mischievous. “So? Who’s the lucky guy?”

Your flustered sputtering confirms his accusation. Mortified, you turn your body and bury your face into a pillow, your shrill screaming muffled. “______?”, you hear. “______, c’mon it’s not bad to be interested in someone younger than you. And knowing you, you’re probably not interested in just sex, right?” You squeal at the lewd word, pulling another chuckle from him.

Eventually, you turn your head away from the pillow, inhaling to calm your nerves. “Yoosung…”, you breathe out.

“What about Yoosung?”

“Th-The guy I’m interested in… It’s Yoosung.”

“…”

Your teeth snags onto your bottom lip when a lengthy silence comes from the other end. “S-Seven? You there?”, you ask, voice shaky. “I know it’s weird bu-”

“HOLY SHIT!”, you wince from the scream Seven emits. “HAHAHAHAHA YOU LIKE YOOSUNG?! DAMN ______! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE INTO COLLEGE BOYS! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“I hate you, I hate you so much,” you hiss into the phone. “Laugh one more time and I’m keying your cars!”

He chokes on his laughs, struggling to plead with you through hacking coughs. “W-Wait ______! Let’s be reasonable here!” Seven’s frantic tone in his hoarse voice brings a smug smile on your face. “My babies don’t deserve this! Take me instead! Please!”

You haven’t your rolled your eyes this hard since… Well, ever. “Will you just-! Help me?!”, you huff, the desperation clear even through the annoyance in your voice. “I… I really like him and I don’t want him to be creeped out when he finds out that I’m like 6 years older than him.” You cringe at the thought, heart aching at the image of Yoosung’s face twisting in disgust.

“You mean you haven’t even told him your age?”, Seven asks softly. He sighs, clearly disappointed in you. “______… Yoosung won’t be creeped out.”

“How do you know that?”

“Have you not figured out what type of stuff this boy’s into? Trust me, you’re fine ______. Just tell him. It won’t change his feelings for you at all.”

“His feelings? For me?”

His chuckle feels more reassuring now, the slightest bit of confidence seeping into you from the deep sound.

“He likes you too ______. Probably way more than you think he does.”

“And then he shouts at me for not getting the item in time! Like, how was I supposed to get it when I was literally carrying his sorry butt?!”

Yoosung’s whiny rants were nothing but adorable to you. Admittedly, you were a little disappointed that the only reason he invited you over was to vent, but Yoosung is Yoosung and you’re weak.

You sink into the comfy couch, head lolling to the side to watch as he talks animatedly about his LOLOL raids, hands flailing about and lilac eyes alight with passion.

It’s been a week since your… Enlightening conversation with Seven and it’d be a lie to say it hasn’t been crossing your mind ever since. In fact, it’s concerning just how much you keep thinking about it. Every waking hour - in the shower, while you eat, while you work - it refuses to leave your head.

“He likes you too ______. Probably way more than you think he does.”

If what Seven had said was true, then…

You wet your lips nervously as Yoosung stops his babbling, your silence concerning him. “______? Are you okay?” His eyes peer deep into yours, worry shining in his hues. His pretty pink lips were pulled into a frown. You want to kiss it off of him.

‘He likes you too…’

‘Just tell him.’

‘It won’t change his feelings for you at all.’

“I’m 27!”, you blurt.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“Wait- Shit! Fuck! I didn’t mean to-!” With a loud, excruciatingly painful groan, you bury your flaming red face into your hands. You hadn’t meant to admit it so abruptly! Stupid Seven!

You can hear Yoosung shift next to you, his movements making you even more anxious. “Uhm,” he finally says. “Well, I’m 21…?” You can hear the question in his voice and you groan even more in embarrassment. Great, now you confused him…

“______? C’mon, tell me what’s wrong!” Yoosung’s hands reach out to grip at your wrists, his touch sending electric shocks up your spine. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin, each stroke shooting an arrow through your heart. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

You quiver under his stare, teeth latching onto and chewing your bottom lip to shreds. “My friends,” you manage to choke out, averting your gaze. His wide violet eyes were not good for your sanity. “My friends were teasing me… A-About how I’m a cougar.”

“A cougar?” He cocks his head in confusion. “What’s that?”

You want to D I E.

“Well you see Yoosung, when a woman loves a young man very very much…”

His eyebrows furrow. “So you’re telling me, you love someone and your friends are teasing you about it?”

“W-Well yeah, but the thing is he’s… He’s way younger than me and they just like to joke about that.” Yoosung looks strangely conflicted now, eyes downcast and mouth a thin line; it’s worrying. “Yoosung…?”

“Who is it?”, he asks, painfully hushed.

You could only stare at the blonde, confusion clear in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Who’s the guy?” He looks as if someone had stabbed him, betrayal and sadness embedded in his violet hues. “Who’s the guy you… you l-love?”, he practically spat out the word.

A sudden, dawning realization falls upon you and wow holy shit I’m an idiot. Yoosung was jealous. Kim Yoosung was JEALOUS.

You couldn’t help the smile that split across your face and you shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. “Yoosung,” you laugh, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, pressing your foreheads together. “His name’s Kim Yoosung.”

You watch his expression transition from hopeless to shock to finally, glee. “M-Me?”, he sputters, his cheeks a beautiful red. “You love me?”

Your nod had him beaming up at you, your heart stuttering at the sight. He places his hands atop of yours, staring into your eyes with adoration. “I love you too.” he sighs, pretty lips curved into a dopey smile. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose and you nearly cried from how precious he was.

“Kiss me properly.” You grin when you see how flustered he’s become, puckering your lips to tease him even more. Warm lips capture your own in a tender kiss and you hum, pleased with his boldness.

He pulls away to kiss your cheek, then along your jaw and up to your ear, your little gasps fueling his actions. His warm breath against your skin send shivers down your spine, your ears a bright red.

“You know,” he sighs, his hands sliding down to take ahold of your hips, tugging you closer. “If you were a cougar, I wouldn’t mind if you pounced on me.”

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