#oh we're on the usual playlist okay

[keeps-ache]

every now and then something in my brain turns on and oh hello information i didn't know i had stored! where've you been !

[katyswrites]

put on your records (and regret me)

PART 3 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: asshole!Steve, rivals-to-lovers, swearing, alcohol use, recreational weed use, descriptions of puking/hangovers, no use of y/n, not quite smut but we're getting close folks

Wordcount: 4.3k

Playlist

You love WAMC-Hawkins, Indiana’s top college radio station. It’s your safe space, your niche. It’s where you’ve made your friends, your favorite place to be when the rest of the world gets to be just a bit too much. Well, with one exception.

Steve Harrington is a thorn in your side. And just as well - he thinks you’re a royal pain in the ass. But in your senior year, you’re both on the e-board, so you have to work together. You love to hate him. So why can’t you get him out of your head? And, why do you find yourself going to see his band, each and every weekend?

Underground basement concerts, spinning old records, and screaming matches in the vinyl library with the boy you love to hate. An enemies-to-lovers college radio station 90s AU.

TRACK 3

You don’t see Steve for nearly a week after that - you hang around the radio station quite a bit, as you usually do, but never manage to run into him. You should be thankful for that - for how peaceful it is. It’s not even like you want to see him - no, why would you? He’s a pain in your ass, and you should be thankful that you can do your job in peace. 

No, it’s not actually at the station that you see him next - though, it’s tangentially related. You’re at perhaps your second-favorite place in the world - Varsity Vinyl, the local record shop downtown. It has some of the best selection you’d seen, and you always find yourself there - buying for your own growing record collection, or rooting through the used and discounted bin to help stock the station’s vinyl library. It’s where you find yourself on a Saturday afternoon, flipping through records while figuring how much money you actually realistically are able to spend.

You don’t see him, not at first. He’s standing further down the aisle, and when you finally look up and spot him, you nearly jump - he’s just staring at you, eyes wide. You straighten up, just holding eye contact - you feel like two wild animals sizing each other up, deciding whether to run or fight. You’re truly deciding between those two options when he clears his throat.

“Oh - uh, hey,” he says, quieter than you had expected.

“Hey.”

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, a beat of silence passing between you. Then, you both find yourselves speaking at once:

“Your party was fun the other night -”

“Are you okay -”

You both pause, and you awkwardly laugh.

“Sorry, uh - the party was fun last weekend. Thanks,” you say quietly.

Steve shrugs.

“Oh, yeah - glad you came. You… you seemed like you were having a good time.”

Like I made an absolute fool of yourself, more like, you think to yourself.

“Oh! I mean - I guess. Sorry if I got a little - uh -”

“It’s fine, don’t worry - we’ve had worse,” Steve assures.

He hasn’t said anything about bringing you home. Part of you is convinced that Eddie was misinformed, and Steve didn’t actually bring you home that night - that is, if it wasn’t for that stupid note. The note you probably should have thrown out, but stuck into a desk drawer instead - to refer to later, just to make sure you weren’t crazy, you had reasoned.

But now, Steve is standing in front of you, more quiet and withdrawn than you’ve ever seen in the past four years of knowing him.

“So, uh - thanks,” you say quickly, almost mumbling.

“For what?” he asks, confused.

“For, um, getting me home safe - I don’t really remember it, but -”

He waves you off. “Oh, that - don’t worry about it. The hardest part was getting you to tell me your address,” he says, laughing. “You were wasted.”

You groan. “That’s…embarrassing.”

He smirks. “Honestly, yeah, a little bit. But most people were gone by then, so… your secret’s safe with me.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“I mean - I’m surprised you didn’t tell everybody - how I was, you know, throwing up all over your apartment, being a drunk idiot -”

Why didn’t he? It’s leverage - a way to make people lose respect for you, and gain more for him. A part of this stupid, pointless power battle you two seem to always be involved in, seeing how far you can push one another. His response is unexpected.

“You don’t actually think that little of me, do you?”

You don’t really know how to answer that.

He scoffs. “Look, it’s not my fault that you can’t hold your alcohol for shit. But, I’m not going to go around telling everyone that, okay? Christ -”

He trails off, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re welcome, though.”

You suddenly feel like a bit of an asshole - Steve is used to you throwing insults his way, but this time, it seems to have struck a chord with him.

“I was in a really bad way, wasn’t I?” you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact.

He nods. “Honestly? Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. You really don’t remember?”

You shake your head, face feeling flushed with embarrassment. He just sighs.

“What do you remember?”

You rack your brain for a moment, biting your lip absentmindedly as you think.

“Um - I remember playing Kings with everyone… and, uh…”

I remember you coming in from the porch with what’s-her-face on your arm -

“-and it gets fuzzy after that,” you say quickly.

“Oh, okay - wow, that’s pretty early on. Well, you did some shots with Eddie and Robin - you got on the kitchen table at one point ... I think you threw up over my balcony… and after that I, uh, hung out with you in the bathroom while you threw up some more, and brought you home.”

You freeze. “Wait - you babysat me, like, the whole time? I thought that was Eddie -”

“No way, Eddie was too high to help anyone. I was stone-cold sober by that point, thanks to you.”

“Oh,” you say, wishing you could sink into the floor. Steve fucking Harrington knew what you looked like keeled over a toilet and puking your guts out… dammit.

“It was pretty gnarly, but… it’s fine. Really, it’s okay.”

For maybe the first time in his life, it sounds like Steve is being sincere with you. Another beat of silence passes, then he’s clearing his throat again.

“So… you have any big plans tonight? A repeat of last weekend, maybe?” he asks casually. You furrow your brow, confused.

“Um - do you actually care?”

He shrugs. “So what if I do?”

“Well - no, after last weekend I’m not sure if I ever want to drink again -”

“The most famous lie ever told,” he cuts in, grinning. You just roll your eyes, and pretend to be interested in perusing the records as you return to flipping through the crates.

“-but it just so happens that I do have plans tonight,” you say quietly.

“Hot date?”

You scoff. “I’m going to Fuze Box. Nancy’s covering some bands for an article for the campus paper, and I figured I’d check out who's playing tonight.”

WAMC has a long-standing relationship with Fuze Box, a small music venue for local artists and college bands. A lot of students and station members play there, and shows at the Box get advertised a lot on the air. You try to go to local gigs as much as you can - though, you haven’t made as much of an effort lately, too overwhelmed by other responsibilities as station manager. Nancy’s article is a good excuse to go, for the first time all semester.

“So, you don’t know any of the bands playing tonight?” he asks, leaning against a shelf and crossing his arms.

You shake your head. “Nope - just figured I’d check it out, go in blind. Maybe I’ll even put some of the bands in my radio slot next week, if they’re selling CDs or something.”

Steve grins mischievously.

“Right - well, have fun, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, and know that any semblance of an awkward peace between you two is gone - the Steve you know and love (to hate) is back. You turn to make a clever retort, but he’s gone, having stalked off to a different aisle.

You’re not sure what he’s up to, but part of you now has a sneaking suspicion that he might show up at the venue tonight just to piss you off - it’s such a Steve move.

As you go to the checkout, you do your best to shake it - after all, what’s the worst that can happen?

*****

“Thank you - we’ve been Lime of Decision - goodnight!” the lead singer shouts, a collection of hollers and applause following. The lights go up a bit, some venue staff coming out to the stage to adjust the equipment for the next band.

“Lime Of Decision is… a choice,” Nancy says, scribbling something into her notebook.

“Yeah, that’s because their name is literally meant to be a joke,” you say absentmindedly.

“What?”

“Jason, the lead singer? His ex-girlfriend is in a band called Lemon Of Choice, so it’s like…funny. I think.”

Nancy chuckles, shaking her head.

“Which band is better?”

“Definitely hers,” you say immediately.

You and Nancy both stare at each other for a moment, and break into a fit of giggles.

“I’m going to get another drink, you want anything?” she asks.

You shake your head, holding up the cup of beer you’re still nursing from the beginning of the last band’s set.

She disappears into the crowd, and you sigh, taking a drink as you once again survey the room. If Steve actually is here, you haven’t spotted him yet - maybe he decided that getting on your nerves wasn’t worth actually paying the cover at the door. Or, maybe he actually had more important plans - maybe even with that girl he was all cozy with at the party -

You stop yourself - why do you care? If anything, it should be a good thing that he doesn’t seem to be here. 

There’s two more bands left to go - you had glanced at the flier on the way in, but only recognized Lime Of Decision in the lineup. So, when Nancy returns with a new drink and the lights begin to dim again, you just hope the next band is better - it can really be hit or miss at these sorts of shows.

Darius, the radio station’s tech engineer, is emceeing the show. He steps out on stage to introduce the next band, earning a smattering of cheers and hollers thrown in his direction.

“Alright, alright everyone! Settle down - that includes you, Hagan - Jesus Christ, okay - can we give it up for the amazing bands we’ve heard so far tonight?”

You clap along with the rest of the crowd, rolling our eyes at the sound of particularly rowdy hollers from the back that you just know comes from Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin.

Darius’ eyes narrow.

“Dammit, Munson - when I said a month-long ban, I meant it -”

You glance back to see Eddie flipping Darius off - famously, Corroded Coffin got a temporary suspension from Fuze Box for smoking weed in the green room. But, the ban actually being enforced… not likely.

Darius rolls his eyes, struggling to get the room back on track as he taps the microphone.

“Okay, okay - everyone, can we please - if you all can shut the fuck up - okay, whatever. The next band up tonight - you guys know and love. They’re a Fuze Box favorite - and no, they are not promising anything with the name. Give it up for Free Beer!

You can’t help but laugh at the band’s name - you instinctively turn to Nancy, who is doing her best to stifle a giggle as she writes something on her notepad, squinting in the dark.

It’s during those few seconds while you’re looking away that the band takes the stage - which is why, when you glance back, you freeze as you see who’s standing front-and-center.

Steve stands at the mic stand, an electric guitar slung over his shoulders as he smiles at the crowd.

You freeze. Other band members - including Robin and Argyle, who you know all too well from the radio station - come out onto the stage behind him. But you’re just staring at Steve, dumbfounded.

You knew he had a band - scheduling them to perform on the air was always a nightmare for you, which you knew Steve did on purpose. So, you had never learned anything about them on-principle. You hadn’t heard a lick of music, didn’t know who else was in it, or even the goddamn name - until right now.

Nancy’s eyes are on you, you can feel it. You turn briefly to look at her.

“Do you want to leave?” she asks, glancing at where Steve stands on stage. You shake your head.

“God, no! I - I’m an adult, I can be in the same room as Harrington,” you say, laughing nervously. You’re not sure how much you believe yourself. She stares at you for a moment, then just nods, turning her attention back to the stage, where Steve is stepping up to the mic.

“Hey guys - we’re Free Beer. I’m Steve -”

A few feminine voices cheer from the back. Your eyes roll so far to the back of your head that you’re worried you’ll go blind.

“Thanks, ladies, love the enthusiasm. So - let’s just get into it. Ready to hear some songs?”

There’s an eruption of cheers through the audience - one of the biggest reactions of the night so far.

“Alright - this one is called ‘Closer,’ I hope you enjoy.”

From the moment he plays the first chord, something shifts in the room. The crowd becomes less rowdy, less chatty. No - everyone is really listening. Some are even singing along - how the fuck do this many people know the words? 

You want to hate it - you want the set to be something you’re tolerating, something that makes you look forward to the next band coming out. But, despite your efforts, that’s not what happens. Because the band is good. Robin is killer on bass, and Argyle is a formidable drummer, despite his perpetually laid-back persona. And Steve - it’s like he was born to do this.

Aside from having a pretty good voice, and being an excellent guitarist, he’s actually a good frontman. He’s charismatic, knows how to work the crowd, and somehow, he makes the tiny stage of the Fuze Box feel as exciting as Live Aid. 

You want to scream - of course he’s good. You catch yourself moving along to the music every now and then, and immediately stop yourself, hoping nobody sees. At one point, you swear Steve sees you. His eyes land on yours - or, at least, in your direction. You think you imagine it - it’s a big enough crowd, and you’re far enough back that he probably can’t see past the first few rows. That is, until he smirks, in the way that you know he reserves only to taunt you, to challenge you.

Fuck.

*****

You find yourself heading down the hallway after Steve’s set - you’re looking for the bathroom, shouldering through the bodies packed into the narrow passage. Part of it is because your beer has finally gone through you, and more so because you need a minute of peace and quiet, just to stare at yourself in the mirror and talk some sense into yourself. Steve’s band can’t be good - that would be a problem. If you didn’t know who was part of it, they’re the kind of band you would buy records for, keep a spare CD in your car, and even include as part of your radio show. But…it's Steve.

You had purposely never gone to any of his shows - you never listened to any in-studio sessions they did at the station, and God knows you would never ask Steve about his music. What the fuck?

Part of you also wants to smack him - of course he was performing here tonight - he looked you in the eye at the record store today, heard you were coming here tonight, and said nothing. Next time you see him, you decide, you’ll ignore him - you won’t even acknowledge that you saw him perform. If he asks, you’ll tell him you left the show early, long before he came on stage. You won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking you sat through his whole set, let alone enjoyed it.

You can’t exactly remember where the bathroom is - was it all the way at the end of the hallway? None of the doors are really labeled, which tracks for Fuze Box.

You knock on a few doors and jiggle the handles - one is an electrical closet, the other is locked and seemingly empty. You finally reach a door at the end, and give it a gentle knock - nobody responds. You try the knob, and it gives way. After shouldering your way inside, you wish you hadn’t.

Apparently, instead of the bathroom, you’ve managed to find the green room - although, to call the backstage area of the Fuze Box a green room is generous. It’s really a tiny room with a worn out couch, a cracked glass coffee table littered with ashtrays, and lighting so dim that you have to squint to figure out exactly where you are as you slip through the door.

It’s only once you’re inside, when it’s too late, that you realize you’ve walked in on Steve.

His back is turned to you, but he jumps slightly and turns when he hears the door open. He’s wiping his brow with a towel, and he grins when he sees you.

“Hey, sweetheart - wasn’t expecting to see you back here.”

You stand in the doorway awkwardly - why couldn’t the rest of his band be hanging out here with him? That way, you could throw out a blanket ‘you guys were great’ statement. But now it’s just him, staring at you, his face saying why the fuck are you here?

“Oh - sorry - I’m in the wrong room,” you say quickly, your face feeling hot as you start to back away.

“Okay - sure you are,” Steve says sarcastically.

“What does that mean?” you ask, stopping your retreat.

He shrugs. “Don’t know - you just seem to always conveniently stumble into me, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Try to stop me.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you just groan with frustration, taking a few steps towards him.

“Jesus, I - I don’t know if it’s like, a weird sick game to you, or you’re just always trying to piss me off - or if you just can’t help and flirt with everyone -”

“You think I’m flirting with you?” he asks, grinning mischievously.

You stop, folding your arms in indignation.

“No - I mean, kind of, but probably as a joke - I know what you’re up to, Harrington.”

“And what exactly am I up to?”

“This bullshit you keep pulling,” you say, gesturing between you two. “This - like, always sabotaging my shit, and getting in my way - but then like, this stupid nice-guy thing, where you drive me home when I’m drunk and don’t tell anyone, but then like you trick me into watching your stupid band perform -”

He scoffs. “Trick you? Be serious -”

“You knew I’d be here tonight - you knew, and didn’t say anything -”

“Well given your track record, sweetheart, if you had known I’d be playing, I’m sure you would’ve been front row!”

You stop mid-sentence, mouth hanging open as you try to search inwardly for a reply. Your face feels hot all of a sudden.

He’s smirking now, just like he did on stage. As always, he’s too confident, too sarcastic, too Steve. He’s taken away your ability to even come up with a halfway decent retort. It pisses you off.

“I - that’s not -”

Your blood is rushing to your head, roaring in your ears, too enraged to even let you think straight anymore. You’re marching right up to him now, prodding his chest with your finger.

“I don’t like you,” you say. 

“You don’t say?” he drawls, still smiling. Why is he smiling?

“Stop doing that -”

“Doing what?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“Stop distracting me -”

“I distract you?”

You want to kick yourself.

“I - well - only because you’re so -”

“Devilishly handsome?”

“-fucking annoying.”

He cocks his head, like you’ve only mildly piqued his curiosity instead of insulted him.

You sigh. “What?”

“It’s just - you didn’t seem to find me very annoying last weekend when you tried to kiss me.”

A beat. You just stand there, jaw agape as his words hang in the air between you like smoke on a hazy summer’s day.

“That’s not funny,” you manage to say.

“Does it look like I’m laughing?”

You’re suddenly aware of how close you are to him - the next band has started outside, a distant din that should be distracting. But all you can focus on is Steve - the beads of sweat on his forehead, the way you’re close enough to smell that he had just had a cigarette.

“I didn’t -”

“Sweetheart - right before you puked your guts up in my bathroom, you tried to stick your tongue down my throat. Don’t worry - I didn’t let you. I really thought you would’ve remembered, until I saw you in the record store - then I realized you didn’t remember jack shit.”

You feel like you’re making this up. He’s just saying this to get under your skin - he must be. It’s the only explanation. Because you’d never - 

“You’re lying.”

But he’s just staring at you, and you’re starting to get the sickening suspicion that this isn’t a joke.

“You’re lying,” you repeat, though it sounds more like a question this time.

He’s taking another step towards you, shaking his head.

“You know what they say, sweetheart - in vino vesco, or whatever. You know - how people say and do what they’re really thinking when they’re drunk -”

“Veritas.”

He stops, furrowing his brow.

“I - what?”

You can’t help yourself - you just can’t.

“The phrase is in vino veritas - it means truth. I think vesco means food or something, you’re missing the whole  -”

“Shut up,” he says. “You’re always such a -”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you’re kissing him. You don’t mean to do it, you swear - but he had gotten so close, the heat radiating off of him too much to ignore. And, he was really pissing you off - you didn’t need to hear another word out of his mouth.

You fist your hands in his t-shirt, your lips on his, messy and desperate, like you’re trying to prove a point. And he’s kissing you back.

Steve kisses the same way he argues - he’s aggressive, his hands coming up to grab your face and pull you closer. He tastes like cigarettes and cheap beer, his aura hot and desperate as it envelops you. 

The band plays out in the venue, the audience cheering and singing along - but, all you can hear is Steve’s labored breath against your lips, your own heart thudding in your chest.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another argument you were both desperate to win. But, right now, you’re losing. Because he’s guiding your body, and you’re responding, stepping backwards until your back is hitting the cinderblock wall.

No words are spoken, just breathy moans and the sounds of your lips moving in unison. It’s not remotely romantic - it feels more like fuck you, I’m trying so hard to hate you, why can’t you let me -

One of his hands has traveled down to your waist, gripping it firmly enough to tell you that he wanted more. You feel his hand start to move, slipping under the hem of your shirt and gently brushing the warm skin of your lower back. His hands are calloused, rough against the softness of your skin. You let him start to explore, unable to stop yourself from quietly moaning against his lips. 

You know you should stop - but you can’t. It’s addicting, the way he’s still fighting with you as his tongue enters your mouth. Is this really happening? Maybe this could’ve gone on for hours. That is, until -

The knock on the door makes you both jump, pulling apart as quickly as you had crashed together. Steve is staring at you, breathing heavily, his pupils blown and lips a bit swollen. You imagine you look similarly. He takes a step back, separately himself from where you’re still frozen against the wall.

“Yeah?” Steve calls, voice rougher than before.

“Are you decent?” a voice asks from the other side of the door, barely audible over the sound of the band currently on stage.

Steve looks like he’s fighting laughter, but he just shakes his head, back facing the doorway.

“Nope - you’re good,” he says, his eyes meeting yours again.

He doesn’t need to say it - the look he’s shooting your way is enough.

Not a word.

Robin enters, grinning.

“Hey, we were just going to - oh, hi.”

She’s spotted you, and you just know she has questions.

“Hey, Robin,” you say quietly. “I, uh - I was looking for the bathroom. Ended up in here - I was just telling Steve how much I liked your set.”

Robin beams. “Thanks! It’s fun to see that you came out - haven’t seen you at a gig in a while!”

You nod. “Oh, yeah - I’ve been trying to get myself out there more -”

Steve scoffs, and you want to slap him. If Robin notices, she doesn’t say anything.

“- but, um - I should go.”

Robin nods. 

“Yeah - I was just coming to find Steve, we’re all going to head to WT’s for a drink - uh, do you want to come?”

She’s probably just being polite. But, you shake your head vigorously.

“No, I’m good - sounds like it’s a band thing. I should get going anyway - I’ll catch the end of this set,” you say, gesturing towards the sound of the band on stage echoing from down the hall. You still haven’t made eye contact with Steve, not since Robin entered the room. So, you just give her a curt nod, and do everything in your power to head out the door without looking like you’re bolting.  You’re screwed.

author's note: thanks for your patience y'all! I'm going away to Ireland on a work trip for about 3 weeks starting tomorrow, so I'm hoping to do some writing while I'm there, but no promises! As always, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[msbigredmachine]

Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, chaery being bold per usual lol (but shes a cutie and we love her), oc and yunho get to know each other more, mentions of sickness/being ill (not oc or yunho), yunho's mom is a single mom, hwa gets a little 😕 but oc knows how to put her foot down, say hello to mingi!!, mingi brings something up and it kinda rubs yunho the wrong way but boy has patience

"We're getting lunch with Jongho and them. Coming?" You shake your head as you walk alongside Soobin, with Seungmin and Chaery trailing behind.

"Nope, no can do." You say. "I'm taking Yunho to lunch to repay him for the ni—" Seungmin looks at you and you pause. Right. Soobin and Chaery don't know Seonghwa left you stranded. "Foooor his help with my reviews." You backtrack a bit, hoping the two didn't catch on.

"Oh, that's sweet of you." Chaery says. "You definitely should! We won't be home 'till later either, soo.. " She giggles and you shake your head at her forwardness.

"So.. what, Chaery?" You glare at her.

"Yeah, what is wrong with you?" Seungmin laughs a bit. "You'll scare him away."

"I will not! I'm just saying, the option is there." She puckers her lips and wiggles her brows.

"Anyway, I'm just going to grab lunch with him at the cute, new brunch place downtown. Let me know if you want anything?" You stop in your tracks, realizing you've walked farther than you should've. Yunho mentioned he was going to be at the Engineering Center, which is in the opposite direction.

"Sounds good." Soobin gives you a small, pursed smile; dimples dotting his cheeks as he sends an animated wave. "See you? Have fun, be safe!"

"Thanks." You wave to your friends as you watch them walk off without. You turn on your heel to walk back towards the building that Yunho just ended class in, picking up your pace when you realize you're running a little late compared to the time you promised to meet him. As you close in on the building, you catch sight of the tall boy and his fluffy black hair.

"Yunho!" Yunho whips his head around to see you walking towards him. He smiles a bit and stops, waiting for you to catch up. "Hey! I was just about to text you. You still free to grab brunch with me, right?"

"Yeah, I was waiting." He teases, making you chuckle.

"I know, I'm too slow. Sorry." You joke back. "Let's go." You look up at him and he nods.

"How was class?"

"Mm, same old. What about you?"

"It was okay. Another small project I gotta work on."

"Sounds fun." You gently nudge him with your elbow. "Computer Science right?" He nods.

"Public Health?"

"Wow, a point for Jeong Yunho." He laughs.

"Y/N, it's not an entirely huge school. You know a lot of people, and people know you."

"For the wrong reasons, most likely."

"No. Just for being you." He says with a soft smile on his face.

"Are you always this smooth talking to girls?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"Quite the opposite actually. It's just.. easy to talk to you, I guess." He looks down at his feet timidly.

"I'm glad." You chuckle. "So, I'm thinking of taking you to Cafe 24. Does that sound okay?"

"The new brunch place?" He smiles, and it adds a rosy tint to his cheeks. "Cool. I've heard good things about it already."

"Yeah?" You ask in an animated, questioning tone. "Nice. I'm excited."

"Your friends didn't wanna come?" You finally get to your car and toss your bag in the trunk, signaling for Yunho to put his things down as well.

"Hell no. Or else, they'll order everything expecting me to pay." You sigh. "So, nope! This is just for you, especially as my small token of appreciation." Yunho doesn't say anything besides let out a small laugh before hopping into your car and settling in. "By the way, I drive as safely as possible, so please don't make fun of me."

"I won't." Yunho watches as you adjust your seat closer to the wheel. Once you feel content, you start the car and double check your mirrors before pulling out of the spot and driving off.

Luckily, the drive isn't far or else Yunho wasn't sure what he'd do. It's not that he was uncomfortable around you, but he's not used to keeping the small talk alive— let alone engaging and being the first to break the silence.

You seem to understand him well though, because besides the few questions you ask him about the week, you don't push the conversation. 

And it's nice.

He listens to the music you have on, hearing you softly hum in the driver's seat as you carefully navigate the narrow downtown roads and find a spot near the café.

"Sweeeet." He hears you giggle as you pull into a parking spot that just opened up. "We're here!"

"There's not too many people?" Yunho says in a questioning tone as he unbuckles his seatbelt and peeks at the front door. It's busy, but not enough for a wait. You check your phone and take note of the fact that it's still earlier than noon— you and Yunho barely missing the lunch rush. 

"Still early, I guess." You greet one of the staff members and she immediately brings you and Yunho to a table in the back corner. She lays out the menu in front of you, giving you a moment to glaze over the options while she heads to the back to grab water. "Everything looks so good." Yunho chuckles.

"Anything you've been craving for?"

"Something sweet?" Your eyes widen at the sight of 'matcha mochi waffles' on the menu, pondering whether or not you should give in to your sweet tooth or get something a little more filling on the savory side. "But now, I'm torn. I kinda wanna taste the omurice." 

"You can have some of mine?" Yunho was eyeing the omurice anyway, and he doesn't mind sharing some with you.

"Really?" Your eyes sparkle and it makes Yunho's ears turn red. He's feeling shy now because yes, really. Yes, you're cute.

"Yeah, I don't mind." You smile.

"Hm, okay. You can have some of my mochi waffle and bacon?" He shakes his head.

"It's alright, Y/N. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is. It's a new brunch place and who knows when we'll be back. You should taste it." He doesn't respond, just simply smiles back at your argument. At this point, the waitress is back with two waters and asks if you two would like anything to drink. Yunho declines, but you happily order a vanilla latte. She asks if you're ready to order, eyes darting to Yunho for some kind of acknowledgement— which he gives to you in the form of a simple nod. She takes down your orders and lets you know that she'll be back with your latte, taking your menus before she's off to the kitchen. "So." Yunho looks at you after he's been people-watching through the window.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Tell me about yourself, Yunho." You say softly. Typically, Yunho hates these kinda things. He'll usually respond very vaguely to cut it off at a certain point. He just doesn't think people need to know much about him, nor does he really find himself interesting. But for now, he'll dive in a little more. He doesn't seem to find the harm in it when it comes to you.

"I don't even know where to start?" He laughs a bit. "I'm not sure what you want to know."

"Anything." The waitress brings your latte and you immediately start blowing at it to cool it down. "Tell me anything."

"I'm an only child?" He starts off with an unsure tone, but you nod in response to reassure him. "Home is two hours away at my aunt's house."

"Sweet. If you don't mind me asking.. have you always lived with your aunt?" 

"Yeah, I have. She's my mom's sister, and my mom is sick." Your eyes soften. "She has kidney issues so she's on dialysis. She's still strong and all, but it's nice that my aunt is there. She helps take care of her and bring her to appointments, especially while I'm away most of the time." You nod quietly.

"What about your dad?" He shrugs.

"Uh, he left when I was young, so I don't really know much about him."

"Shoot. I'm so sorry, Yunho. I didn't mean to—"

"Nah, it's okay. I don't mind talking about it, but I also can't give better responses since I don't know much myself." 

"You must be very close to your mom." Yunho thinks about his mom for a second, taking mental note that he needs to call her later. She has always been so strong, and she's always been Yunho's driving force. Even though he didn't have his dad around, he never felt like he lacked love or support because he mom did a fantastic job covering all of those bases no matter what. 

She never let Yunho down. And he only hopes he can do the same in return.

"I am."

"I can only imagine how tough it is."

"Yeah." He lets out a breath. "But, she's doing well. She's been well for a long time. All I can ask for." You give him a tiny toothless smile.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"W-what about you?" He clears is throat to try and brush off the slight nervousness he feels asking these questions. Surely, you asked about him. But, you wouldn't mind sharing your own facts, right?

"I have an older sister who works in finance. She's 4 years older than me. My parents split up, but my dad still comes around to hang out. They're better this way, I think. Their relationship is much healthier." You also start thinking about your parents, reminiscing about the tough times when they used to fight for days on end. Luckily, you and your sister were close— you could lean onto her like you do with your bestfriends. She tried to protect you and keep you safe as much as possible, tried to shield you from the negativity even though it was hard to. Eventually, your parents had enough and split; though, you'd like to think this was their silver lining since they're much better around each other now.

"I see." Yunho sips his water. "It's nice he's still around."

"Mhm." You tilt your head. "Do you have a lot of friends back home?"

"I wouldn't say lots. A few people that I grew up with still live around my area, but most people have moved."

"That's cool to still see some childhood friends, though." It's your turn to sip. "How do you know Mingi so well?"

"We went to the same high school. We have some common interests, but that's it? We just hang out with different crowds." Yunho shrugs. "Mingi finds certain people and certain things fun that I don't necessarily find fun. He's a big social butterfly."

"Yeah, I see that." You chuckle.

"You and your friends seem really close. Did you meet here?"

"We did." You smile. "Chaery and I were roommates and Soobin and Seungmin lived across the hall from us."

"Did you meet Chaery before you two moved in?"

"Nope. Just that day." You laugh. "Believe it or not. We clicked really well and got close easily. I got lucky with her." At this point, the waitress comes with your plate and tells Yunho she'll be back with his as they're just finishing up in the kitchen. "Then we met Soobin and Seungmin. And they slowly started coming into our room more often. Turned into going to the cafeteria together, to hanging out and studying in our room together."

"That's good. It's always nice to have solid, good friends around."

"Yeah." You look at him. He notices that you aren't eating your food, and he feels bad that you are waiting for him. So, he clears his throat again and mutters out a quick—

"Oh, you don't have to wait for me." He looks at you, then down at your food.

"No, it's okay Yunho. I'll wait." You nod. "Speaking of roommates, are you close to Yeosang?"

"Uh, we're cool, I guess?" He shyly laughs. "We randomly got paired up because we're in the same major." The waitress sets his plate down and he pauses for a brief moment to thank her and asks for an extra plate. When she leaves, he returns his attention back to you. "Anyway. One day, he asked if I knew anyone who needed a roommate. At the time, I was renting a room in this couple's home. I didn't mind it, and they were super friendly. But, I figured having more space would be nice instead of being confined to a room and feeling shy about going into the shared kitchen and bathroom." You laugh.

"I get that, totally understandable." Yunho is splitting some of his omurice [a bit more than you expected] and placing it neatly on the extra plate before scooting it your way. "Wait. Yunho, that's a lot." You look at him worriedly and he shakes his head, continuing to edge the plate towards you.

"No, it's not." You look at him and he gives you a small smile. "Promise."

"Thank you." You say, cutting him a good chunk of your waffle and placing it on the edge of his plate. "I know you said you and Yeosang are cool so.. do you hang out often at home?"

"We'll talk and have dinner sometimes, but most of the time, we're in our rooms playing games." You giggle and Yunho's ears turn red. "Wow, I probably sounded ridiculous saying that."

"No, no. Soobin and Seungmin have a tendency to do that too. As long as it makes you happy and content, right?"

"Mmyeah."

"How often do you go home?"

"Hm, I try to go every other weekend? But, sometimes plans don't work out that way. I just try to go as soon as I can."

"I see." You continue to hold a conversation in between bites, with topics ranging from school, your majors, things your friends have gotten into.

Dancing.

Yunho observes you as you talk about your dance team and how much you enjoy it, and he loves the way your eyes twinkle; the way you animatedly move your hands while describing the team and its accomplishments, the way you giggle in between. He can tell you really enjoy it, and he's truly happy you have something to fall onto when times get rough, something to help celebrate when you're having good days.

He just can't understand how Seonghwa fits in this mix. He doesn't, he shouldn't. You are too good for him, and you have way more to offer.

"So.. yeah, that's us. We're small, but we're fun. And I think people on campus enjoy our pieces." Yunho laughs a bit before finishing up his food. He feels bad since he's never really gone out of his way to watch any of your performances, but maybe he should.

"Let me know when your next one is?"

"You'll come?" You ask with so much hope in your eyes. Yeah, maybe he should this time.

"Yeah, if I don't have anything planned."

"Oh, so we're the backup plan." You tease and Yunho shakes his head.

"No, not like that. You know what I mean. If I'm around and not at home."

"Of course." You tilt your head and smile at him. "I'll text you details later." You set aside your plate and sit back in your seat, feeling stuffed but content with your meal. You call for the waitress to bring over the check, instantly handing off your card in fear of Yunho trying to swoop in. "Oof, I'm full. But, that was so good. I really liked it."

"It was." Yunho sets his own plate aside and sips on some water. "Thanks again, you really didn't have to."

"I did. Small token of appreciation for the help you've been giving me. I've always struggled with these things so having someone patiently explain and walk me through improvements means a lot." You say before getting up and grabbing your things. "Ready?" Yunho nods before following you out. "Are you going to work in the library until class?"

"Probably."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Yunho looks down at you with a small smile.

"Not at all."

You make the trek back to school comfortably, parking in the lot near the library so that you and Yunho won't have to do too heavy of a walk. The both of you are engaging in more small talk, with Yunho feeling a bit more comfortable to joke around with you. He doesn't dare bring up Seonghwa because he knows it isn't his business, but also because he'd hate to see your mood shift.

You look good happy.

Getting back to the library, you scoot yourself into the opposite side of the booth and face Yunho. He immediately pulls out his laptop to do some work, not really saying much as his focus is redirected on trying to understand the new project they were just assigned. He glances over the edge of his laptop from time to time though, and you don't really catch it because you're too immersed in the note-taking you're doing. You write so precisely, so neatly; switching from one colored pen to the next before highlighting in a super straight line. His eyes glance up to your face, your features, before shifting his attention back down to his assignments.

Cutie.

"What's up, Yunho?" Yunho is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears that familiar deep voice. Seonghwa smirks at him before his eyes land on you. You don't look too happy to see him right now, but Yunho knows Seonghwa still has the upper hand here, and honestly, it sucks. "Hey Y/N, can I talk to you?"

"Why?"

"Cause, it's important." He licks his lips when his smile fades. "Please?" Your eyes dart from Yunho, back to Seonghwa. Yunho just quietly glances at you though, trying his best to mind his own business and let you decide on your own. But he's begging, pleading, in his mind that you don't leave with Seonghwa. Not after he left you in the cold the way he did.

Too bad it was a wishful thought.

"Fine." You huff before packing up your things and start to slide out of the booth. "Talk to you later? Thanks for today." You give Yunho a soft, apologetic smile, and he can only nod in acknowledgment before you're walking off next to that asshole. He continues to watch as you two walk down and into a random aisle of books. You can't help but scoff at Seonghwa again when you realize he's hiding because of course he doesn't want too many people in his business and to see you two so close. Of course he needs to do this in the fucking history aisle of the library. "This is your idea of talking?" All he does is chuckle a bit before he's tucking a piece of your hair behind the ear.

"Baby, seriously? Why are you hanging around Yunho so much?"

"Because we're friends?" He snorts.

"Since when? I don't ever recall Yunho being in your little circle."

"Oh my god, Seonghwa. He's been helping me with some assignments. What is this really about?" He shrugs.

"Nothing, I already told you. I'm not trying to share, not with him." You furrow your brows.

"Share?" You scoff. Clearly, you were just a possession to him. "We aren't dating. You made that very loud and clear from the beginning."

"Still. The dude can't even pull his own girl—"

"Stop." You put your hand out and shake your head. "If you're just gonna talk shit, let me get back to doing homework with Yunho. I don't have time for it." He sighs heavily and tries to pull you into him by the elbows.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I just got worried because you didn't answer my text last night."

"Worried over me, or because you weren't getting any?"

"Come on, Y/N. Cut that shit out."

"No, you cut that shit out. It was freezing last night. I fucking waited for you at the spot for an hour."

"And I said I was sorry. I wanted to make it up to you last night but you didn't respond. I feel really bad about it, but what am I supposed to do when you won't even talk to me?"

"Seriously?" You let out a sigh. "Whatever you say." He sucks his teeth and lifts your chin with his finger.

"Baby, I'm trying here. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be doing this." You simply stare at him. You know he's lying, and you know he genuinely doesn't care about you. There is not one honest bone in his body that actually gives a damn about you. He's telling you what you wanna hear because he knows it'll work every—single—time. 

"I don't know—"

"I'll wait for you until you're done with practice tonight, how about that? You can just shower at my place so we can hang out all night."

"That's the issue, you're never there after practice."

"I will be. I promise." He pouts a bit. "I'll be there waiting for you." He laces your hand with his and kisses the surface. "Walk with me to class?" You look at him, but all you can think about is leaving Yunho. You let out a sigh knowing all you want to do is avoid conflict, shrugging at his question.

"Fine."

"That's my girl." He leads the way out of the aisle, giving Yunho the pettiest nod you've ever seen. You try to avoid eye contact since you felt bad for leaving.

But, fuck. You just needed to get through the day in one peace. 

He swings an arm around you for a second before he sees his friends on the way to class. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek just as he reaches his classroom, leaving you to finish up work at the nearby student center.

The day goes on [peacefully], and you're off to dance practice with your friends. You forget about everything for a moment while you're with them, enjoying the time that you get to spend all together even if it's through dance. They invite you to hang out with the group afterwards, but you politely decline especially when you actually see Seonghwa waiting outside in his car. You give your friends big hugs before waving goodbye, and settle yourself into Seonghwa's car.

He talks about his day for a bit, even as you walk into his apartment and see San eating his dinner. He doesn't really ask about yours, nor does he care enough to. He does ask if you've eaten and if you want some food, but you shake your head and tell him you'll be off to shower and finish your homework in his room. Throughout your shower, you can hear him and San laughing loudly in the dining area before they're going at each other's necks while playing FIFA.

You feel like you're just.. there.

You silently sit against the wall as you type away on your laptop, sighing as Seonghwa and San continue to yell over their last game. You find that you aren't really in the mood to be here, but you hang on to see what Seonghwa's version of 'making it up to you' means.

Should've known it wasn't shit.

Especially when he barges into his room and shuts the door, immediately kissing you before trailing a few soft kisses down your neck. He thinks you're enjoying it, so he keeps peppering your neck even as you gently try to pry him off.

"Hwa." You call his name and he ignores it, fingers slightly fiddling with the waistband of his sweats that you're wearing. "Seonghwa, stop." You say, pushing him back. "Stop." You repeat with a harder push when he almost dips his hand into your sweats.

"W-what? What's wrong?" He furrows his brows when he backs up to read your expression, your body language. Suddenly, you feel out of place, feeling like you wanna go home and be in your own peace.

You did not wanna be here. Not with him.

"I'm just.. not in the mood. Can you take me home?"

"Not in the mood?" He repeats. "What, should I have gone slower? Did I do something—"

"Seonghwa, please just take me home. I'm not asking twice." You say and he lets out a scoff as he hops off the bed and grabs his keys. 

"Alright, whatever." He says, digging his hands into his pockets while walking out of his room. You change into the extra clothes you brought in your duffle bag, setting his clothes neatly into his laundry hamper. You quietly trail behind him as you tug on your bag and watch your feet drag you to his car. You hop in and Seonghwa doesn't say a word, instantly starting up the car and driving off. You can tell he's upset by the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hand tightly wraps around the wheel.

The way he drives.

A rather quick drive becomes even quicker, and you're glad you don't live far from his apartment. This entire ride feels suffocating and you can't wait to leave entirely. He pulls into your lot and brakes near the curb, giving you time to step out of his car. He doesn't give you another look, nor does he say anything— you simply slam the door shut and he races off, leaving before paying you any mind.

Perfect.

This wasn't anything new, but tonight feels awful. You start to feel guilty for whatever happened, though you shouldn't.

You shouldn't feel guilty.

You let out a shaky sigh as you step into your apartment, your roommates not being home since they're out with the dance group. You set your things aside and quickly take a shower before plopping onto your bed and doing.. nothing.

You want to do nothing.

You scroll through your phone as you try your hardest not to let any tears fall. They shouldn't, you did nothing wrong. But everything feels wrong, suffocating.

You hate feeling this way.

Yunho is getting ready to wrap up his work for the day when he sees a body slide into the booth he's currently occupying.

"Sup dude." Mingi says.

"Yo." Yunho responds. "What are you still doing here?" He asks, unfamiliar with Mingi's presence during these evening hours in the library.

"I had to work on a group project." Yunho continues to draft out some notes for his project while Mingi sits back and lets out a breath. "Another project?"

"Yup. How'd your group project go?"

"Eh. It's alright, but we're done. Just need to present." Mingi scrolls through his phone. "I saw you with Y/N earlier." Yunho pauses to briefly look at him before returning his attention back to his notebook. "I didn't know you two knew each other." He chuckles.

"We have literature class together, and I was helping her with some reviews."

"You seem close, though? Have you always been close?" Yunho shrugs at two things— one, he definitely can't say you two are close, and two, how nosy Mingi is being. It must be for Seonghwa.

"Not really. She's cool, though."

"Hm." Mingi hums before putting his phone down on the table. "Yeah, she is. I don't know what Hwa's deal is sometimes."

"Mm, but you would never mention it to him." Yunho teases with a small chuckle, but he means it. He absolutely means it.

"I just feel like it isn't my place to. Me and San have both told him to chill, but can't force someone to act a certain way if they don't want to." Yunho shrugs.

Fine, he thinks. But, Mingi could at least tell the guy when he's wrong and what he's done wrong, right? He would at least hope that's part of their conversations, and he knows Mingi is aware of right vs. wrong. 

No better way than letting someone know the truth. 

Seonghwa is wrong damn near more than half of the time.

"Yeah, I guess." Is all Yunho responds with.

"He does like her, though." Yunho looks at him with tightly-knit brows. What does he mean Seonghwa likes you? That's his way of showing his feelings for you? And it must be obvious that Yunho is feeling a certain way about that statement because Mingi instantly backs it up with a— "I mean like, I know he has some kind of feelings for her. He does more for her than I've seen him do for anyone else. I just don't know why he's stringing her along and not being more serious." 

"Like.. what? Leave her in the cold until he's ready to pick her up? Really shows his feelings." Yunho sarcastically responds. "Anyway, sure. It's not really my business."

"Are you sure?"

"What?"

"You seem interested in her."

"Because we hung out?" Yunho shrugs. "Okay, Mingi."

"I only bring it up because he's mentioned it. Hwa can get pretty protective and jealous. I don't want him to start shit with you—"

"He doesn't need to." Yunho responds. "Not really on me anyway, I'm not the one in the wrong."

"Right, I guess."

"I know he's your friend, but she deserves way better. You can tell me all of this, and it still won't change my mind." Yunho chimes in one last time, completely over the conversation. "If she isn't happy, he shouldn't be selfish enough to continue trapping her." He finishes up his notes before closing his notebook and packing up.

"You're right." Is all Mingi replies with while watching Yunho pack up. Because what can he say? Of course, he agrees. But he has this weird obligation, this loyalty, to Seonghwa because of their friendship.

"I'm gonna head out." Yunho slides to the end of the booth before throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Gonna stay behind?"

"Nah, I'll come with. Wasn't planning on staying any longer." Yunho nods, allowing Mingi to walk alongside of him. He's a little annoyed, but in a weird and unconventional way, he knows Mingi didn't mean any harm. He knows he didn't mean to intentionally attack him. 

Still, though. His point about Park Seonghwa stands.

Yunho continues his walk to the car with Mingi, the topic of discussion now being new game releases and a party that's coming up soon at one of the athlete's homes. Mingi extends the invite to Yunho, but Yunho shakes his head and tells him he doesn't think he'd end up going. He might change his mind if he feels better about it when the time gets closer, but as of now— it feels like a hard no.

Once Yunho and Mingi finally part ways, Yunho climbs into his car and begins his silent drive home. He starts pondering about his day and how he actually really enjoyed it. He feels comfortable enough to be himself around you, and he can't say that for many people.

You are enticing to him.

When he gets home, everything feels still— quiet. The night sky is dotted with stars, while the crickets chirp.

"Mom." He says, parking his car off to the curb and grabbing his things.

"Yunho, baby." She says a bit lowly. "How are you? How was your day?"

"I'm alright, just hanging in there. Had lunch with a friend before working on a few projects." He begins to walk to his apartment. "How are you feeling?"

"Good! Your aunt and I went out for a walk, then shopped for a few things today." Yunho chuckles. 

"Cute. Weather's been nice. Glad you guys have been getting out."

"Yeah, enough about that though. A friend, hm?" She chuckles.

"Yeah." Yunho smiles. "We have the same class together. I've been helping her with some of the assignments."

"So, it's a her." Yunho can hear his aunt giggling in the background, making him roll his eyes.

"Uh huh—" Before he can start lecturing his mom and aunt about how you two are merely friends, classmates, another call comes through on the line. He stops in his tracks and quickly removes the phone from his ear to see who's calling. "Mom, can I call you back in a second? I just got home."

"Okay, get settled. I love you!" She says in a sing-song manner and Yunho laughs a bit.

"Love you too." He responds before ending that call and switching to the next. "Hey. Is everything okay?"

You chuckle on the other line before responding with a shaky: "Why wouldn't things be, Yunho?"

"I don't know. Just wasn't expecting your call, is all."

"I'm sorry, are you busy? I'm so dumb, I really shouldn't have—"

"It's okay, Y/N. Seriously. I just got home from the library." He steps inside his apartment finding that Yeosang is in his beloved cave, yelling at his computer screen per usual. He walks into his room and places his things down, settling onto his computer chair with a soft sigh.

"Okay." You haven't said much and it's obvious to Yunho that something is indeed wrong. You needed someone and you turned to Yunho for comfort.

God, he sucks at this. But, he wants to be there for you.

"What's going on?"

"Huh? Nothing. I just wanted to check on you." He chuckles.

"I don't get very far, Y/N. Don't worry." Silence. "What's bothering you?"

"How do you know something's bothering me?"

"I can practically hear you thinking from here." You giggle and it warms Yunho's heart. At least his effort is somewhat working.

"I.. was at Seonghwa's not too long ago. And I just didn't wanna be there. I asked him to take me home and he was upset. I don't know why I feel bad about it."

"Feel bad? What is there to feel bad about?"

"Maybe I should've asked him in a better way, I don't know. I felt suffocated and demanded rather than politely telling him."

"Y/N, you don't owe him anything. You don't��need to explain anything to him. He doesn't need to be upset about you going home because that's your own choice. He's mad because he didn't get his way for once. Still not your problem." You let out a shaky sigh and a tear manages to slide down your cheek. This was so dumb, you shouldn't have called Yunho to vent about this.

"This must sound so dumb, I'm sorry Yunho—"

"It's not dumb. Don't be sorry." Silence, again. "I hope you know that if things don't get better, you were never in the wrong. You don't need him."

"I know." Yunho doesn't say much because he doesn't wanna attack you or make you feel worse. So, he sits there. Listening to you breathe.

Listening to you sigh, be upset.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you behind earlier."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize."

"Mind if I join you at the library again tomorrow?" He softly smiles to himself and nods as if you can see him.

"You're always welcome to join me."

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Midnight Picnic

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 12

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You were fast asleep when you heard someone knock on your window.

"What the-?" You stumbled out of bed and to the window

"Walker?!" You mumble confused

"Hey my princess!" He looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes

"What are you doing here?" You rub your eyes

"Hey! Come on I wanna take you somewhere " He smiles

"Where?" You ask

"If I tell you that then I'll ruin the surprise." He smiles really big

You look at the time and it says 2am

"Walker it's 2am my mom is going to freak" You protest

"Don't worry. I asked her a few days ago and she said it was fine." You reassures you

Walker wouldn't lie to you. Ever. You were thinking about going with him as you looked at him and he was looking up at you. Sitting with his elbows on the windowsill.

"Besides you're usually up at this hour anyway." He said trying to get you to go

"Okay...let me go get dressed" You close the window almost on his fingers

You looked in the effecting of your mirror at Walker and he had his mouth open and you giggled.

You looked around in your closet for your big sweat to just throw over your pajamas (your pajamas was a tank top and shorts). You fluff you hair with your hand trying your best to make yourself look good...when you just woke up.

<INSERT OUTFIT>

"Okay ready" You come out of the bathroom

"Finally!" He rolls his eyes

"Hey you woke me up! You're lucky you're alive...you know how dangerous it is" You point a finger to his chest and try to look threatening

"You'd never hurt me you love me" He grabbed your finger and kissed it

"I don't know. You're pretty annoying sometimes" you say as Walker helps you out the window.

"You look so beautiful" He smiles down at you softly

"Yeah right. I just woke up...I look terrible" You reply

"You look stunning every single moment of everyday y/n" He looks at you with so much live in his eyes

You blush

"You look pretty great too" You nudge his shoulder"

"So you're just blinded by love now?" He jokes

"Please! You're gorgeous!" You look at him

"Yeah right" He says skeptically as you roll your eyes

"Why didn't we just use the front door?" You asked

"Because it's more romantic this way" He smiles holding your hand

"True" you shrug squeezing his

You walk for a few minutes as Walker had his arm around you.

"Where are we going?" You ask

"Not telling" he replies

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not going to tell you"

"Where are we going?"

"If you don't stop I'm going to turn this car right around!" He says jokingly like a parent

"But we're not in a car" You point out with a giggle

"You know what I mean" the rolls his eyes

About 2 minutes later you walked up to something beautiful. There was: a blanket out on the grass with pillows and blankets thrown around on it, strings of light over the blanket, a wooden tray with chocolate, cheese, crackers, fruit and bread, a martinelli's bottle was in an ice bucket and finally there was a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Walker" you gasps

"Do you like it?" He asks with a hopeful smile

"I love it! Only..." You stop

"Only what?" Walker asks worried

"Well...you know how I eat. We might still be hungry." You chuckle

Just as you say that Walker moves a pillow and you see 2 to go boxes.

"You know me so well" you smile and sit down

You open the box and see spaghetti covered in cheese

"Oh! And the cheese! I love you so much!" You kiss him

"You only love me because I feed you" He jokes

"Maybe" you say with a funny smile

He sits down next you you and take a bite of the spaghetti. You talk and talk. It was so nice. When you finish eating you and Walker lay down. You lay your head on his chest and he put his arm around you.

"When did you know you loved me?" He asks

"The moment I saw you. Then when we talked I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew. I just knew." You swoon

"What about you?" You ask

"When I saw you for the first time in Thor. I looked at you and everything faded away. I knew I had to have you." He replied softly and kisses your head

"Hey look at me now. With you." He looks at you as you look up at him

"I love you so much y/n" He says before he kisses you too

"I love you too" You smile

With a gust of wind you shiver

Walker lays a blanket over the both of you

After a long time of talking but also just looking at the stars the sun starts to come up.

"I need to take you back to your humble abode" He says softly

"I don't wanna go!" You whine

"I promised your mom you would be back before the sun comes up." He tells you

"Fine" you mumble

You were helping him clean up but he grabbed the stuff from you and put it back down.

"What are you doing?" You ask confused

"If we only get a few more minutes together tonight...I want to spend them dancing with you." He turns slow music on his phone and wraps his arms around you.

You put your heads together and close your eyes as you slowly sway to the music.

"I just wanna stay here forever" You whisper

"Me too" He whispers too

"I love you so much" Walker says softly

"I love you too" You reply

After about 20 minutes you were walking back to your house. You get to the window of your room and climb in.

"I had an amazing time tonight. It was like a dream" You say to him

"I'm so glad you liked it" He kisses you

Then you close the window as he walks away

You lay down on your bed and open your phone

You get up put of your bed and blast music. You were dancing around your room with a hairbrush.

"ROMEO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN BE ALONE I LOVE YOU AND THATS ALL I REALLY KNOW I TALKED TO YOUR DAD YOULL PICK OUT A WHITE DRESS ITS A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES" you scream/sing along

After about an hour of dancing you get tired and crash into your bed.

A/n: Sorry it's short! I love you guys sooo much!! Thank you soooo much for reading!! If you like it please like, comment, repost, follow! 💖💖

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[lost-between-letters]

Acquired Taste

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @cherryyyangel

Word Count: 1,710

Summary: Jack discovers his love for music and Y/N discovers that having a cuddly crush sucks. (Or maybe that it doesn't at all)

A/N: remember how I asked for Jack prompts? Like a million years ago? Yeah, this is one of them, sorry that it took me so fucking long - but hey, I'm back! (We're ignoring that this fic is just three moments in a trenchcoat, okay?)

"What are you doing there?" Jack leaned down and peered over her shoulder in an attempt to get a better look at her phone.

Y/N looked up, startled by his voice cutting through the music blaring through her earphones. And his presence behind her. She could have sworn that she had been alone in the library a few moments ago. "Hm?"

"On your phone," he clarified and pointed at the list of songs she was contemplating, "what's that?"

"Oh that." Y/N stopped. Stared down at the device. Was he asking how Spotify worked or about the concept of music? "I'm making a playlist. For the next road trip."

"But Dean's choosing the music?"

Jack's forehead crinkled up cutely and Y/N had to physically stop herself from reaching up and smoothing it over. Instead she snorted once. "Yeah and it's always the same fucking three albums. No offence to AC/DC but there's only so much I can hear of back in black before I start to bite things."

"That's true." Jack nodded and pulled out a chair for himself.

Y/N swallowed the giddy feeling she got when their knees touched. Angels. No concept of personal space. That had to be it.

"And Dean's okay with your playing your own music in the car?" Jack's voice pulled Y/N from her daydreams. The second time today.

She snorted again.

"One, I don't particularly care if Dean is 'okay' with my choice of music," Y/N made air quotation with her fingers that made Jack laugh, "and two, I'm using earphones. Saves me quite a lot of headaches usually."

"That's very smart."

A moment of somber musing followed where Y/N alternated between watching Jack's face and pretending that she wasn't.

Then, Jack perked up again. "Can we share?"

"What?" Her weird staring obsession?

"The earbuds," he clarified, "I wanna know what kinda music you like."

Oh. Yeah, that made much more sense. Y/N scrambled for them, hoping that her cringing wasn't showing too hard on her face. "Sure, here."

"Thank you," Jack smiled politely and plucked the tiny bud from her fingers as if he was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N.

Which was mostly due to the fact that he probably was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N. Jesus Christ, she had to get a grip.

Then, Jack tapped her forearm excitedly and pointed to her phone. "I like that song!"

Oh, he was going to be the death of her. Why did he have to have good taste on top of everything else?

"Me too," Y/N smiled weakly when the familiar tunes of her favourite song filled her ear. At least Jack was too absorbed in his own mind to notice that her voice wasn't as cheerful as it should have been.

Having a crush sucked.

Twenty minutes into the drive, Y/N felt something poke her shoulder. Grudgingly, she pulled one earbud free and looked at Jack.

Who was smiling at her hopefully. "Can we share the music again?"

It took her a moment to remember what Jack was referring to - she had been halfway asleep already when they had entered the car. "Uh, sure."

Y/N handed her left earbud over and stifled a grin. It was just music. Nothing to get excited about.

She skipped through her playlist, rearranging and deleting a few songs that felt too off to listen to with Jack together. Too intimate, too much like baring her soul already. Not that she would say that out loud.

"Can we keep listening to the last one?" Jack asked softly when Y/N changed her mind just short of the chorus.

"Oh, sure." And really, she had to expand her vocabulary sooner or later.

It didn't help that Sam was watching them, an amused sparkle in his eyes at her fumbling. So Y/N glared at him through the rearview mirror to which he merely raised an eyebrow.

Jack - unaware of the silent argument - nodded once and scooted a little closer so that the chord of the earphones was hanging loosely between them. "Thank you. I really like your music taste."

"Thanks," she said softly, afraid that if she spoke any louder she might be squealing. Good job at playing it cool, Y/N.

It didn't get any better when Jack's head dropped on her shoulder another twenty minutes later or when he snuggled into her side like he belonged there.

She pointedly ignored Sam and Dean's glances while she tentatively relaxed against the boy next to her and drifted off.

Slowly, a habit formed from there on.

At first, the sharing-music-thing was strictly related to the long hours on the road when neither of them could stand Dean's tapes anymore.

But soon Jack got his own phone and set up his own Spotify account. He was almost constantly listening to music then, together with Y/N or on his own.

They had multiple shared playlists to which they listened to almost every waking hour. It drove Dean up the walls for some reason.

Not that Y/N cared particularly about what Dean thought about her music consumption or who she shared it with. She had to admit that it was pretty funny though to see him fume whenever he spotted the two of them connected by the chord of the earphones snuggled up on one of their beds. Which was all of the time.

"Hey Y/N," Jack was leaning against her doorframe - he was hovering uncharacteristically.

"Hi Jack." Y/N smiled and didn't even try to fight the warm feeling bubbling up. "Did you turn into a vampire or why are you waiting to be invited inside?"

Jack frowned at her (admittedly awkward) joke. "I never quite got that piece of lore. What sense would it make that a vampire couldn't get inside without explicit permission?"

"Dunno, makes you feel like you're somewhat in control?" She guessed half heartedly.

"I don't get it."

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah me neither. Did you want something Mr vampire?"

"Oh uh-" it actually looked like Jack was blushing, "-I uh wanted to show you a playlist I made."

Her heart was doing somersaults already. This is not a rom com Y/N scolded herself before her hopes could get the better of her. So she planted a friendly smile on her face and patted the empty spot next to her.

"C'mon then. Show me."

Jack smiled back somewhat nervously and sat down a little closer than she had anticipated. But again, no protest from Y/N. He nearly dropped his phone when he unlocked it though he managed to reduce the shaking to a minimum when he handed the earphones over.

Y/N was positively melting.

It got better though.

The first song in the playlist was a familiar tune - it was the one she had played for him when they had started this.

She was bobbing her head to the beat by the time it moved to the second song - a much slower one. More romantic, maybe a little cheesy but she liked it.

And Jack seemed to do so too. He was watching her intently so Y/N spoke up. "It's really good! I like the playlist."

"Thank you." Jack was still studying her, a glimmer in his eyes that she couldn't pin point.

A wave of sadness crashed into Y/N unexpectedly. Surely, Jack didn't know about the implications of making a playlist full of romantic songs for someone. Probably just had discovered them by accident and wanted to show her.

Deflated by her own mind, Y/N dropped back against the pillows, fighting to keep the smile on her face.

But something must have slipped.

Jack's expression fell. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Of course I do," she assured hurriedly, "I really like all those songs."

Somehow, that seemed to make it worse.

Jack pulled his legs up to his chest, eyes trained on his phone. "But that's not what I meant."

Colour her confused.

When he made no move to elaborate, Y/N reached forward and placed a tentative hand on his knee. "What did you mean then?"

"You don't like what I was saying with the playlist, right?"

And God, Y/N would give her left arm to wipe that expression off his face. But Jack wasn't making sense right now so she had to keep asking.

Surely he couldn't mean what she was hoping he did, right?

"Can you say it directly for me then? Maybe I like that better," Y/N tried again.

Jack just looked at her miserably. "I was trying to say that I really like you. But you don't like me back."

Dumbfounded, Y/N stared at him but Jack was already barreling on with a smile that looked closer to tears than anything else. "And that's okay! I just - I just need a moment."

And then he got up to leave.

He made it to the door before Y/N had processed what Jack just said.

Faster than she thought it possible, she had jumped up and blocked his way. It was definitely possible that she was feeling a little dizzy from the motion though.

"What do you mean I don't like you back?"

"You don't," He said but his voice was wavering, "or do you?"

"Wasn't that painfully obvious?" Y/N asked, a helpless laugh stuck in her throat, "Jesus, I've been pining for you since you dyed Dean's apron pink with me and you never noticed?"

"I didn't," Jack was looking down at her so earnestly, so full of painful vulnerability that Y/N just had to reach up and cup his cheek.

Briefly, time froze. Did she really do that? Jack's eyes were wide as saucers, maybe not as surprised by the touch itself but the intention behind it. Not that Y/N could blame him.

She was pretty sure that the last time she had had this kind of courage scraped together she had just killed her first monster.

"Can I kiss you now?" Y/N was whispering. It felt wrong to break the silence but she had to. Or else the tension might kill her.

Jack turned his cheek deeper into her touch. Reached around her waist gingerly. Tilted his chin just a fraction and let a radiant smile overcome his face. "Please."

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infrunami 🦋 - yang jeongin

synopsis. jeongin has been pining over a girl in his class for years now. until he realizes that the true love of his life was always right in front of him.

cw : hurt/angst, non idol!collegejeongin x fem!collegereader, unrequited feelings, slow burn!, jealousy, cursing, hurt feelings, reader is referred to as JJ, allusions to anxiety, overthinking

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(more music just because my playlist is amazing 🥴)

yuna presses her lips into a thin line, "what?" her eyebrows furrow. "help me find something to wear, I've never been to a dorm party before so what do I wear?" yuna huffs, walking over to your closet and wincing at the sight of the clothes strewn messily inside the closet.

"oh yeah.. my closets kinda.. like that" you gesture towards the structure that looked like it was being held together by a piece of duct tape. "okay.. how about a simple pair of jeans?" she shrugs. "that's so basic" you whine, turning to face Yuna as she stood by the closet door.

"a skirt?"

"nah"

"a dress?"

"too cold" you squirm

"sweatpants or leggings?"

"too casual and too boring"

"how about basketball shorts?"

you shake your head

"ill just go with ripped jeans and a cardigan. thanks for the help yuna" you roll off the bed, walking over to the girl who was currently gaping at you incredulously. "that's what I suggested in the first place!" she shrieks. "no, you suggested jeans, I said ripped jeans." you grin. her jaw visibly clenches before she storms out of your room.

you follow her, parting ways when she walks into her room and you go into the bathroom. you tried to avoid any and all thoughts of jeongin while trying to focus on your excitement for the party. as excited as you were, you were also nervous; you weren't the best when it came to meeting new people and socializing.

when you spoke to people, you often felt like they were silently judging you. analyzing your every physical flaw, judging your voice, internally cringing when you spoke, dreading whenever you came around. usually jeongin was the only person who could calm you down whenever you began to overthink but you figured you'd just have to deal on your own.

by the time you finished getting dressed, a simple pair of baggy black ripped jeans and a shirt with a white cardigan, it was already 6:35. "yuna" you sang while bursting into her room, as she put the finishing touches on her hair. "im done" you twirled as you gave her a 360 look of your outfit. "love it but you could've been done a long time ago if you had taken my advice the first time." she scoffs, "but you look good. let me do your makeup?" she wriggles her eyebrows. "before you start whining, think about it. what if one of cafe boy's friends ask you out?"

she knew you too well because you were absolutely about to whine, but she raised a good point. "I hate it when you're persuasive." you groan. "make me over" you smile, sitting on the bench of her vanity. when she finally finishes her reign of terror, you could've sworn she stabbed your eye 3 more times than necessary, you grabbed your bags and belongings and headed out the door.

the November wind nipped at your face and you shivered underneath the cardigan you wore. "I told you we should've drove. its too cold to walk." yuna's teeth chattered as you walked through the gates into the campus. "first of all, we literally live right near the campus so its walking distance, and second its not that cold." you rolled your eyes. "plus, we're almost there."

you walked for a few more minutes in a comfortable silence before arriving at the address Christopher texted you. when you approached the dorm door that read 325 beside it, you froze. "what're you waiting for?" Yuna asks.

"I feel weird."

"weird about what? you were invited here."

"you're right.. but I'm nervous and it looks like we're early so maybe we should come back later?" you rambled.

"JJ stop, I know you're nervous but you're gonna have to come back at some point."

you took a deep breath before exhaling and - involuntarily - knocking on the door. it swung open with a bright smile meeting you, "hey JJ! come on in!" Christopher gleamed.

"hey Christopher! this is my friend Yuna" you said gesturing to Yuna and following him inside. as twelve pairs of eyes looked up at you while you walked into the living room, your heart immediately started pounding. it was as if under their gaze you began to shrink until you figured out which faces were familiar. it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder when you saw Felix and Seungmin sitting on the couch. you also recognized Jisung and some of the boys you'd seen around campus.

"these are my friends..." Christopher said as he introduced you to the boys scattered around the room. you went around the room with him until you were able to break away and sit on the couch with the people you were familiar with while Yuna spoke to Christopher. "god why do you have some many friends" you groan, dropping onto the couch and placing your head on Seungmin's shoulder.

"you were introduced to like four people" Seungmin snorts, "its not even like you actually had to speak to them, you just learned their names."

"I know but what if they already hate me just based on my name?"

"you think they hate you 'cause of your name?" Felix's eyebrows furrow.

"they could! what if they don't like the letter J? my name is exclusively two J's!" you frown.

"okay now you sound dumb. I'll pay you to become friends with at least one person in this room." Seungmin nods

"I'll do you one better, ill be friends with three people in this room. you, Felix, and Yuna." you grin. "people that aren't us. now go" he rolls his eyes before shoving you off the couch. you slid off, landing on the carpet floor with a thud in sheer embarrassment. Seungmin chuckles from behind you as Felix asks if you're okay. after more reassurance - and occasional bullying - from your friends, you somewhat worked up the courage to walk up to Yuna as she spoke to Christopher's friend in the kitchen.

"hey JJ!" Yuna cheers, handing you the red solo cup of god knows what that she was previously drinking. "so do you guys do this every weekend?" Yuna tilts her head. the purple haired boy, Minho, shakes his head, "no, most of us work on weekends, it was a pain in the ass to even plan this. do you guys work?"

you chortle after taking a sip of the concoction, "no, Yuna's a trust fund baby." she turns to you, "well you weren't complaining about me being a trust fund baby when my parents agreed to pay off our apartment and other school stuff." you nod slowly, "touchè".

"so.. you guys don't work." he says, pulling you away from your conversation. you both shake your heads. from the corner of your eye, you see jeongin's room door flinging open and two heads emerge. the flow of conversation amongst the room of people halted for a moment before resuming as normal.

jeongin walks into the kitchen while fixing himself a drink, too submerged in his conversation with Soojin to realize you were staring daggers into the side of his head. "hey innie." minho says, taking another sip of his drink. jeongin simply nodded in his direction before responding, "hey minho.." his voice trails off as he meets your gaze, still staring at him.

"hey jeongin. I thought you were at Soojin's place, y'know helping her study?" you narrow your eyes at him. "yeah I am. w-well the truth is this is Soojin's brother's dorm and.."

"I don't care jeongin. im sick of you constantly blowing me off for Soojin. when was the last time we hung out?" you didn't even wait for his response, "y'know what? it doesn't matter jeongin. text me when you're ready to be my best friend." you say placing your cup in Yuna's hand before slipping out the of the kitchen. you inform your friends sitting on the couch that you were going to get some air as you walked out of the dorm room.

you sat outside in the hallway, your knees pressed to your chest as tears streamed down your face. the door clicked open and someone walked out. "are you okay?" he whispered, standing in front of you. deep inside, part of you wanted it to be jeongin. you hoped it was your best friend coming back to console you, to apologize to you and remind you that you'll always be his best friend. but you also hoped it wasn't. you didn't know what you'd do if it was him. would you scream at him? call him names? or cry in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings to you and reassured you that everything would be okay?

you shrugged at the boy in front of you, not bothering to look up at him. "do you mind if I stay with you?" you shrugged again, the constant tears pouring down your face overwhelming you. he slides down the wall across from you, the two of you now sitting face to face. you sat in silence before the words suddenly started tumbling out as you looked up at him, "it hurts. like hell. I miss having him as my best friend. now we don't even talk. and these nightmares, I have these reoccurring nightmares about him leaving me and it fucking terrifies me to think about to because it feels like its coming true."

you watch him nod out of your peripheral vision and you continue, " I barely sleep anymore. and I whenever im with someone who isn't him, I have this fear that they're silently judging me. that they're analyzing everything that's wrong with me. I always feel like im doing something wrong. sometimes I just can't breathe. I wake up and I can't breathe. ill simply be sitting down and I can't breathe. my chest gets tight and I get dizzy and I try to talk and words won't come out and I just can't stop. I can't stop thinking about everything that's wrong. everything that's wrong with me. and it just doesn't go away. why does it never go away? how do I make it go away? and I can't even talk to my best friend so now im here, talking about it with a guy I met a few days ago. no offense."

jisung nods, "none taken." he croaks out.

a/n: its 4am and im running on three cans of Arizona and a self indulgent story, please bear with me. ill probably rewrite most of this later but I was just so ready to get to the angst so here you guys go. as always, please let me know how I can improve this!!

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 15: Stand by me (90s Noel Gallagher X reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Sad, very sad. Angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy loss, and death of a loved one, smut (unprotected P in V)

Words: 5211 (I got carried away this time XD)

Summary: After their son's death, Y/N and Noel's couple isn't doing fine. It's tearing them apart, there's only one way to heal.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 15, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. As I said, it's another important chapter, dealing with pregnancy loss or miscarriage. This is a topic that sometimes isnt taken seriously, or people are told they're exaggerating. It's something that we must talk about. I promise the next chapters will be happier ones ! We're almost at the end of this fanfic (I'd say 4 or 5 chapters left), so soon, I'll finally work on the requests.

Next part this weekend !

Love y'all, take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn

So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Times are hard when things have got no meaning I've found a key upon the floor Maybe you and I will not believe in The things we find behind the door So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be”

January 1997- London:

I was depressed. So was Noel.

None of us knew how to act with the other. We were barely talking to each other. Andrew’s death shook us.

We moved in the house that would become “Supernova Heights”. And we didn’t have a minute alone for us on the evenings because it quickly became an open nightclub.

Noel wasn’t touching me at all when we were alone, but was all touchy when others were around, and I hated this.

I felt so alone, I didn’t have anyone to talk to.

So I started drowning my sorrow in alcohol, which wasn’t helpful because I ended up crying, then throwing up, and Noel was yelling at me because I was shaming him.

And a night, I lost it.

I became friends with Kate Moss not so long before, during Knebworth, and I was so fucking wasted I wasn’t good to be around.

So, how are you doing sweet Y/N? She asked

Trying to feel good as you can see. I answered, drinking my vodka

Trying? You should feel good with the house you have.

I don’t know if I have to remind you but I’m grieving my son.

Oh I see. But he wasn’t born yet so…

I was shocked.

I was almost 7 months pregnant Kate. It already was a human being.

Y/N, stop talking about this and have fun. Noel said, smiling but squeezing my leg, indicating me I should shut up

I’m sorry for your loss Y/N, truly. But you should try to get through it… She added

And oh, she shouldn’t have.

Listen to me Kate, I really like you okay? you’re a good friend, but you’ll make this kind of comment the day you’ll be pregnant and when your baby will come out fine, because he won’t have been strangled by his own umbilical cord okay? You didn’t lose a baby; you don’t know what it is and how it feels like! I shouted at her, standing up, on the verge of tears

Wait Y/N, it’s not how you should…

Fuck you. In fact, fuck all of you, I’m out of here. I said, leaving the living room

I went to the only room no one had the right to go to, not even me. Noel’s studio. I found Noel’s whiskey bottle and started drinking. I sat on the couch, fixing the ceiling, crying.

A few minutes after, when he saw I wasn’t coming back and after he searched me in the whole house, Noel entered, I heard him closing the door.

Are ye done? He said, coming in front of me, his arms crossed

Done for what?

Moaning like a mardy…

Don’t. seriously, don’t. I interrupted him, chuckling sarcastically

Ye owe fucking apologies to Kate.

I don’t owe owt to anyone! You fucking turned our house into a fucking nightclub without even asking me If I agreed to this, If I wasn’t too depressed or too tired for this because you don’t care and all this because you just don’t want to be alone with me!

Oh stop yer fucking nonsense!

I was sobbing, my heart was in pieces.

My fucking nonsense? You barely talk to me, you don’t touch me, you don’t make love with me, you don’t kiss me except when there’s other people around! Didn’t you think that maybe I needed some time alone with you after what happened? That we need to talk about it? To what fucking happened to our son, our Andy? That I suffer and need your support? No, you just let people come around and decide for me when to talk or when to shut up!

Others don’t need to know about this! Ye think I’m not suffering?

Well if you do, you hide it very well!

I’m just not showing it because it’s not people’s concern!

No it’s ours, but you’re acting like…

Like what? Fucking say it!

Like he never happened! I yelled

A little silence settled in.

In a way he didn’t.

For fuck’s sake Noel, do you even hear yourself?! I said, breaking down even more

We’ll try again!

You think that’s what I want to hear right now?! I don’t even know if I want to try again, especially with a man who doesn’t seem to care about his son or isn’t even grieving him.

Don’t ye dare saying that!

Please, just go back to your people. I need to be alone. I need to think.

About what?

Our future.

I just… need to think.

He sighed and left the room, slamming the door.

Is this alcoholic woman was who I wanted to become? Is this grieving and depressed woman was who I was supposed to be?

No, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t like me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t be.

After drinking the whole bottle and throwing up, I fell asleep like a little shit on the sofa in Noel’s studio.

*

The next morning, the smell of tea and someone caressing my face woke me up.

Mornin’ love. Noel said as I opened my eyes

Mornin’. I answered, shitfaced

I made ye a cuppa. He answered, handing it to me

Thanks.

I took it and drank. I was dehydrated. Noel cleared his throat.

So hum… did ye think well?

I looked at him with a jaded look.

Yeah I did. But you know, you can do better to try to have a chat with me.

Yea, ye’re right, soz. It’s just that… I don’t know how to act after being such a jerk last night.

Well I understood that. And to give you a proper answer, yes, I thought a lot.

And ye’re going to break up with me and leave, don’t ye? He said, lowering his head, so I wouldn’t see his eyes fill up with tears

I grabbed his face in my hands.

No Noel, I’m not planning to. But… I think we both need some space for a few. You have an album to finish, and we both need to get better. To heal. I’m going to leave for a few. I’ll be at Liam and Patsy’s. She has a kid so I think she might understand what I’m going through, and she’ll have good advice and methods to get better. By your side you also need to work on this. I know Andy’s death shook you too and that you’re suffering but you’re trying to make it all disappear with parties and drugs and alcohol.

Yea, ye’re right. He said, tears running down his face

I kissed him.

I think it might be the solution for us. We tried to face the situation, but it was too painful for us. It’ll save us, for a better future.

Noel sighed.

How long? He asked

I don’t know. The time we need to heal.

I can’t live without ye, and I need ye to heal Y/N.

I can’t live without you neither, that’s why I’m doing this. Or it will tear us apart. I’m not letting you go again.

Neither do I. Never.

I prepared a suitcase with the stuff I needed and left, kissing Noel’s cheek.

Don’t forget that I love you. I said before leaving

I won’t. And I hope you won’t too.

I gave him a weak smile, closed the door and walked to the nearest tube station.

*

When I rang at Liam’s door, a little boy opened the door.

Hello! He said, smiling

Oh hey there, you must be James! Is your mam here?

Yes, but who are you? He asked

I’m Y/N, I’m a friend.

Mommy! Y/N’s here! He shouted

Y/N? She answered, surprised

She came out of the kitchen, flour all over her clothes, and a bit on her cheek.

Heya! I said, embarrassed

Hey, what are you doing here?

I…um…

She saw my suitcase.

Come in, we’ll have a chat. I’m preparing a cake if you want to join. It’s good therapy.

She took my suitcase, putting it in the living room, and put cartoons for James to watch while we both went to the kitchen.

You did a good job with your son. He’s so cute, polite and careful.

Yes I know. Well his father also did a great job.

He’s Jim Kerr’ son, right?

Yup. She answered, insisting on the letter P

Well you raised him well.

Thank you.

A silence settled in. Patsy saw my sad look.

What’s going on in this little head of yours darling? She asked

Well huh… I hope you and Liam will accept to let me stay here for a bit… I know I came unannounced but…

Of course you will, you’re family. Now get to the main topic and mix the vanilla with the cream please. She interrupted me, handing me a bowl

I obliged and felt tears invade my eyes immediately.

Noel and I are not doing fine.

The opposite would have surprised me.

There are always people in the house, I don’t know most of ‘em. Noel is here, partying, alcohol and drugs never miss, he’s all touchy, smiling and laughing, but during the rare occasions we’re alone, he doesn’t talk to me or touches me, it’s like he’s even avoiding me…

I see…

And what happened yesterday was too much. I just… lost it. You know during Knebworth that I befriended Kate Moss. She was there yesterday. She made me feel like a fucking mardy get because when she asked how I was doing, I told her the truth. Noel told me to shut up, and Kate added the sentence she shouldn’t have said.

Which was?

“You should try to get through it”. I answered, imitating her

Oh shit.

So like I said, I just lost it. I got… so angry. I was mean and I escaped to Noel’s studio where I’m not supposed to go, it’s his space. But it was the only room I could go to be alone. And then Noel joined me and we argued. He told me the sentence I don’t want to hear. I’m not able to hear it yet. The famous “we’ll try again”. As if Andy never existed. So I got drunker, cried, threw up, thought and thought and thought again before passing out. And when thinking, I just saw who I was becoming, and I don’t like it. I don’t want to become this bloody alcoholic, this woman drowning her sorrow in liquid. So I told Noel that we need some time for ourselves, so our couple can get better. Because I love him so much Patsy. I don’t want us to be torn apart again…

Oh I know that you love him. And I understand. But you need to be at peace with your mind and body again. You were going to have a baby, that’s who Andy was. He was already a little human still growing in you, a person, you were excited, you wanted him. And just like that, he was taken away from you. You’re grieving. You’re grieving your son, who he was going to be, you’re grieving the mother you were about to be to him. And that’s perfectly normal. It’s as if you were grieving any loss A parent, a cousin, a cat… No one has to decide for you when it has to stop. But you have the power to do it, and for it, you need time. And of course you’re not done grieving only three months after. It’s common sense. Only a mother, even when she was a mum to be and technically in her heart, already a mum can understand this kind of grief.

She said everything. I felt less crazy. My situation was beyond normal. I broke down and she took me in her arms.

Thank you… I said

For what? For saying the truth?

Yes. Everyone except my mum, Peggy and you made me feel it wasn’t normal.

But it is. And Noel is also grieving. You both tried to face it but it’s too painful and you need to take time for yourselves.

That’s what I think, yes.

And you’re goddamn right.

*

When Liam was back home, we chatted, us three. It felt good to be understood. He wasn’t happy with his brother’s behaviour.

Fucking scouse schlepper. I know I can be a pain in the ass most of the time, me. But I would never behave like that. I don’t think he really remembers what our mam has been through. I know it’s something else, but I remember the nights where we could hear her scrinkin’ ‘cause she was struggling to make ends meet, to keep a roof over our heads, to feed us, to raise us despite all the shite we were doing and problems we were bringing her. From the moment she knew she was pregnant with each of us three, she loved us and already was our mam. She was so fucking scared of losing us and that the social services would come and take us away from her.

I already know all that Li’.

I know, it’s just to say that his behaviour towards ye has been fucking rank. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers where he fucking comes from.

He’s hurt too Li’…

He maybe is. But what is it right, is that he’s being a teetotal arsehole. Anyway. Ye know ye can stay here as long as you want, ye’re me sister Y/N. But I think ye need holidays. Like in Spain or summat like that, under the sun. Somewhere where ye’ll feel godlike.

And I’ll accompany you. Patsy added

It would be great, but I don’t earn enough for that.

I’ll pay everything fer ye.

Oh come on cock, you’re not going to…

I will. Ye saved me life countless of times Y/N. Let me do the same fer ye.

*

Patsy and I left two days after, when James went back to his father’s. We went to Malaga, in the south of Spain. It was sunny and hot. We would stay there for a full month. Sat on the terrace of the rented house on the hill, I was admiring the landscapes around. I could see the mere horizon and the silhouette of the African continent that wasn’t so far.

Have you ever been to Africa? I asked

Not yet, but I hope one day I will. Patsy answered

Me too. I always imagine the Lions, elephants, zebras or giraffes and the Saharan desert like it is told to us when we’re young folks, when you learn it at school or when you see it on TV. But I think there’s so much more to see.

Oh there is! What we’re learning or are always told is that the Saharan desert is only sand, but in truth it’s mainly rocky.

I know! In fact, us Europeans don’t know much about Africa. You and I should go together one day.

With pleasure! Oh get ready! She said, looking at her watch

Ready for what?

To get pampered! We’ve got spa and massages.

Wait, what the… Did Liam also pay that?

Yeah he did.

But it must be so expensive!

He just wants you to heal and feel better.

A massage won’t heal me. It always feels good though. But I’m still going to fucking kill him.

*

Three weeks later, the owner of the rented house came to give me a package. I opened it. I was surprised to find a CD with a word. It was from Noel. I could recognize his handwriting.

“Finally finished this song, It’ll be on the album. Please, give it a go. I love you with all my being and beyond. Tenderly, your Noely.”

On the CD was written the title. “Stand by me (mustique demo)”

I first heard the song in 1994 during a soundcheck in Japan.

I went to the living room where a CD player was. I put it in and pressed on play.

Patsy heard the intro of the song and sat on the stairs.

Is that… she started

Yup, a new song. It’s an Avant premiere.

It seems to be a special one since it was Noel who sent it to you, am I wrong?

No you’re not. And indeed, I think it might be one, yeah.

“ Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn”

What does he mean? Patsy asked

After Noel saved me from Kenneth, he took care of me. Peggy tried to give him some advice to cook us meals to make sure we were eating properly. One day he cooked us a Sunday roast and it led to food poisoning. We vomited for two days. After that we came back to pot noodles.

Oh!

And then, the chorus.

“Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be” 

I started crying. Noel was really scared to lose me. He was really scared I would leave him. But I wouldn’t.

Hey, are you okay? Patsy asked, when she saw my tears

Yeah, just got a bit emotional that’s all.

Oh, come here. She said, opening her arms to me

I found refuge in them.

“If you're leaving will you take me with you? I'm tired of talking on my phone There is one thing I can never give you My heart will never be your home”

Here he’s alluding to when we were first together, when he left for tour with the Inspiral carpets. We were calling each other everyday but it wasn’t enough to save our couple. He’s also talking about the fact we’re both clawing to our independence and a certain freedom. That’s even why he doesn’t want me to hang around in his studio at home and it’s perfectly understandable. Though, he’s lying a bit too because our hearts are each other’s home.

He’s talented. He knows what he’s writing.

Well at least here, yes.

What do you mean?

I mean that cocaine and alcohol might have helped during the creation of some songs. Like for Wonderwall and Champagne Supernova for example. They are masterpieces, no one is gonna deny that, but the lyrics are nonsense. Everyone feels these songs in their heart and give them the meaning they want. But if you ask people what the lyrics mean after a dictionary, they’re going to look at you and answer “in fact, I don’t know shit”. I feel like Noel didn’t realise it yet.

You’re right. You really are. Your analysis is clever.

*

Two nights after, I was watching the movie Highlander, and I was singing out loud everytime a Queen song was coming in the movie.

At the middle of it, I heard a noise that wasn’t part of it. I paused the movie and listened closely. The noise happened again.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I said to myself

Rocks at my window. And it surely wasn’t Patsy.

I opened the window and stepped back.

Not this time me love; I saw ye open the window. He said

I approached.

What the hell are you doing here Gallagher? I asked

I… I miss ye. I wanted to see this pretty face of yers.

Jeez! I miss you too Noel, but please, respect my choices, I told you I would be coming back when I’ll be ready.

And I know ye enough to tell this day will never come. I’m actually losing ye. I can’t let that happen. Can I come in? I have two gifts for ye.

I hesitated.

No, Patsy might be sleeping. Wait for me, I’m coming to you. Just let me put on a jacket.

I couldn’t find my jacket, so I grabbed a plaid and put it on my shoulders. I went downstairs and opened the door. Here he was, standing.

Hey beautiful. He said

Hey. I answered

I took him in my arms and held him tight. I missed him too, but a part of me was still desperate because of what happened to us and because of what he told me.

Do ye… want to take a walk? I t could be good, and we could chat? He asked

Yeah, that’s a good idea. There’s a small forest in there. I said, indicating my left

I closed the front door behind me, and we started walking.

So… how are ye doing? He asked, not knowing where to start

I’m okay. Trying to get better. What about you?

I’m fine. I’m working a lot, so it doesn’t give me time to… think about it.

About him, Noel, not about it. Just say things as they are. What happened to us? Before Andy, we could communicate and say things as they were…

I didn’t mean “it” love. I just didn’t know if ye were ready to hear me say “him”.

Ready or not, he was our son Noel. Not just an object. I just don’t know how you function on this one.

Well I’m still coping with it, me. I knew ye never meant to sound selfish because I know ye’re not. But it shattered me too Y/N. And I didn’t know how to talk about Andy without making ye scrink, knowing it was already what ye were doing before sleeping and when waking up. It broke me heart to know our son died, and yer cries were breaking it more. He’s gone and there’s nothing more we can do.

But since it shattered you that much Noel, why did you say “we’ll try again” when you’re apparently grieving him? And why not talking about this with our supposed friends who are invading your house everyday?

Because they wouldn’t understand. Only us two know what it is and what it feels like. And I’m soz fer saying we’ll try again. It’s a sensitive topic fer us both and I want us to get through it. And we will, with time. Ye’re right we need to talk about Andy. And when I was telling ye I was starting to lose ye, I was right. Ye don’t call our home “our house” but mine. And if I didn’t come here, I’m sure you would never come back, because you’ll think we wouldn’t talk about Andy. We have lost a baby, that’s true. But I want this event to make our couple stronger. I want to marry ye, no matter what and have a family with ye.

I chuckled.

Noel, what you’re saying is beautiful, but you’re oh so blind. I answered

And why so?

You haven’t touched me in months! When we hugged a few minutes ago it was the first time since October! You haven’t kissed me. When I was scrinkin’, you were downstairs with your buds, drinking and snorting cocaine! Words are beautiful, but what about acts?

A silence settled in.

Sex isn’t what ye need when ye’ve lost…

Oh shut your cake ole. Stop finding excuses.

Ye’re right, I fucked up and I apologize. And don’t think I hold ye responsible fer Andy because it’s not yer fault. I know ye enough to know ye feel guilty. So please, don’t.

I think I needed to hear this. Because he was right. I felt guilty deep inside. And I needed him more than that. It just couldn’t and wouldn’t go like this. Not without his support.

Promise me.

Promise what?

That’s you’ll finally support me.

That’s why I’m here. And also to give ye this.

As we arrived in the dark forest, Noel took out too things of his pocket. The first was a medallion with Andy’s hand imprint. He insisted on doing it after his death. Just this should have made me understand he was in pain too. He put the necklace around my neck. Tears invaded my eyes.

Thank you. I said

He showed me his neck. He had the same.

He’s with us both.

The second gift was my engagement ring that I forgot in London.

And also this because I can’t let ye forget we’re a fucking team and I still really want to marry ye. I’ll support ye no matter what. I love ye Y/N. I fucking love ye beyond anything. We can get through it. I’ve been an arsehole and I’m so soz, because ye know this is not who I really am.

I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him. I just brought my lips to his and held him as tight as I could. He kissed me back and did the same. I started peppering his neck with kisses and he gasped. He wrapped his arms around my waist. When I stopped, I guided his body to the grass. He sat down, and I hovered him, kissing him again. I put my hands on both sides of his face, while he wrapped his arms around me again. I quickly felt him get hard under me.

Noel…

I want ye too Y/N. I need ye. Touch me… He answered

I unbuckled, unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers. I put my hand on his hard bulge and started massaging it.

He moaned lowly, before squeezing my ass and kissing my neck.

He stopped my hand and pushed me away before putting the plaid I had on my shoulders away and sliding down my nightdress off. He looked at my body.

Ye’re so goddamn beautiful. I hope ye know it.

And so are you, handsome.

I helped him get rid of his jacket and tee before dealing with his jeans and boxers.

When we were both naked, he started kissing me again, putting me on top of him again.

Tell me… He said

Tell you what?

Tell me what ye want me to do and I’ll do it.

You know what I want.

I’d like to hear it. I need to hear it.

I put my mouth near his hear.

I want you to make love to me Noely.

He took his member in his hand and guided himself inside me.

We both moaned in unison.

Are ye okay?

I haven’t felt this good in months. I answered

He started rolling his hips against mine, as I put my arms around his neck, enjoying the heat and the passion of our reunion. It as slow and tender. What we both needed.

Oh god… yes… Noel moaned

It was as if our lives depended on it. Our hands were roaming on each other’s body.

It was strong. It was powerful. Full of love.

I love you Noel. I said between moans

He went deeper with his thrusts, making me moan loudly as he touched my G-spot. I felt his arms getting tighter around me.

Our moans and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other were filling the forest and slightly echoing.

I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm as Noel’s member hit my sweet spot everytime. My walls were contracting around him, causing him to lose the rhythm of his movements.

Give it to us, love. Make us cum. Ye know we need it. Please.

I arched my back to give him a better angle, his hands on it.

He panted in my mouth, his eyes closed, his face slightly contorsioning with pleasure.

It was all I needed to be thrown over the edge. It felt so intense that tears invaded my eyes again, and sobs, sobs of pleasure mixed with moans took over.

A familiar coil exploded in my lower stomach, as I shut my eyes, tears spilling from them, my insides convulsing around Noel’s manhood.

I didn’t know it was as intense for me that it was for Noel, who cried out, sobbed, and finally groaned in pleasure, before emptying himself inside me.

My head fell in the crook of his neck, that was wet with sweat and… tears?

I looked at him. He was crying, just like me.

You scrinkin’? I asked, catching my breath

Yea… He answered

Why?

Because it was too much. And because I love ye so fucking much I would die without ye. I was so scared to lose ye again.

We’re scrinkin’ for the same thing.

Good. Means we’re connected.

He softened inside me, so I pulled out. We lay next to each other in the grass, Noel covering us with the plaid.

I really want to marry ye. Let’s do it when the occasion will let us.

I agree on that.

But let’s be clear on summat. I’m not doing or saying this to make ye me property or because I’m scared to lose ye. Ye’ll always belong to yerself. I’m doing and saying this because I love ye, I want us when the time will come again to have our family, and I want ye to stand by me.

And I will. Nobody knows the way it’s gonna be, huh?

He smiled, knowing now that I listened to the song.

No, nobody knows. But at least, we’ll be together.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter thirteenth

summary: jason gets on your nerve and on billy's nerve. you two are definitely made for each other and you go for a little swim.

warnings: uhm we're okay for now.

listen to: cherry bomb, the runaways | rock you like a hurricane, scorpions (playlist here)

word count: 3.6k

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“Now you’re just pestering me,” you said in a joking manner as you felt the presence of someone behind you in the locker. It’d been a couple of days since the events that had unfolded on Friday.

You’d been hangover most of the weekend but also overthinking to an extreme if you were being honest. Part of you wondered in bed if you’d already ruined your chances for being president of the student council but by Saturday afternoon you were proven wrong, Peaches had become filled with teenagers as they usually did but now they weren’t only looking at new records, they wanted to talk to you, many invited you to their lunch table to the point that it annoyed Eddie how much attention you were getting. The attention didn’t stop on Saturday, it continued on Sunday at church (where you’d pulled them as far away from Craig as possible) and all through the week. 

Nonetheless, unfortunately, and although you wouldn’t admit it, you were a bit annoyed that Billy Hargrove hadn’t been all up in your business like before. You’d talked, sure, in English class multiple times and he’d been nice and gentle, simply focusing on the task at hand but never about what had happened in his room and he didn’t bring it up. Maybe, he was being a gentleman and that was why he wouldn’t talk about it with you, or maybe, he was already tired of you. 

You didn’t let yourself think too much about it, instead, you focused on your campaign and by Wednesday morning, you already had flyers that Jonathan and the others had helped you make. 

And though, you’d ignored Billy’s behavior on the last couple of days, you were beyond sure that he was the one behind you. 

He wasn’t. 

“That’s not really nice,” Jason Craver said with a smirk as he leaned into the locker beside you, while you rolled your eyes immediately, turning back to your locker as you counted how many flyers you would place around the school. 

You scoffed. “You don’t have anything better to do?” 

Jason laughed in the phoniest manner that you’d believed you heard as he smoothed his blonde perfect hair.“So, saw you went to the party with Harrington,” he said, ignoring you. 

“Yeah, he asked Craig if he could take me,” you muttered, not paying much attention to how his gaze burned you. 

“Oh, so you’re like dating?”

You scrunched up your nose while you looked at him for a second. Did he really think that you couldn’t be friends with a guy? Steve wasn’t interested in you, it was a first-impression crush. “No, he’s just a good friend,” you explained. 

Jason nodded for a few seconds, you thought that your last interaction was enough for you to go away and for him to leave you alone. 

You were wrong, though. 

“And you left with Hargrove but he doesn’t look like your type,” he then said, you tried not to look as if someone had punched you in the stomach while you processed his statement. 

Reading between lines, he might’ve said that you were a slut for leaving with Billy in such a state, but he was also reassuring himself that you were a victim of circumstances and that you weren’t going out with the guy that made him feel inadequate. 

He wanted you to reassure him that you were his. 

“And what’s my type according to you, Craver?” you challenged. 

Jason laughed. 

“Blonde, good guy, this tall,” he replied with his perfect smile as he placed his hand right at the same height as his as looked at you with gleaming eyes. 

“Right,” you shrugged while closing your locker. 

Jason seemed to go into panic mode as he saw you were about to leave and the words escaped his tongue. “So, I was thinking maybe I could take you out sometime?” he asked and you turned around to him. It hadn’t sounded cool, it sounded as if the words were stumbling against one another but it made you freeze in your place as you looked around and hoped that no one had heard him. 

You walked closer to him, noticing how he sighed in relief as he watch you walk toward him. 

“Aren’t you dating Chrissy?” you hissed as you looked around, you knew this was bad if someone found out that you were ‘stealing’ the head of the cheerleader's squad boyfriend. 

“I broke up with her yesterday,” he replied nonchalantly. 

“Why would you break up with her?” you asked, annoyed at the way that he was asking you this even when he knew that Chrissy and you were friends. “She’s the cheerleader captain, she’s pretty, she’s nice,”

“She’s a lot,”

“I am a lot,” you challenged as you frowned at him, but he didn’t seem to be backing out so you went with the best second option you had. “Aren’t you afraid that I’m going to win student council over you?”

Boys didn’t like girls who were better than them, they wanted to seem like the strong ones and when they didn’t feel like they could be better than them, they would leave. What you didn’t have in mind was Jason Craver’s huge ego. 

“Why would you even go for it? It’s obvious, it’ll be me,” he scoffed as he placed his hands over his hips. 

You scoffed as you glared at him, maybe Billy wasn’t the one that needed the lesson. 

“I will win and when I do, I just want you to know that I don’t date losers,” you fumed at him while raising a brow, hoping it would intimidate him, hoping he would leave you alone. 

But Jason Craver enjoyed challenges, especially with girls. 

“I will win, and when I do you’ll go out with me,” he challenged your eyes widened as you processed his statement but you smirked. 

“If you win I might consider going out with you,” you finally said before walking away from him together with your flyers and posters, ready to beat him. 

Being angry was an understatement, you were furious as you started to paste your posters all over the walls of the school, angrily putting taping them to the wall to the point that people started to stare at you as they walked by. The good thing was that they were staring at your flyers, the bad thing was that you were muttering and cursing under your breath as you aggressively placed them on the wall. 

That’s how Billy found you as he arrived at school with the flock of his followers behind him. They all stared at you and although many watched you with apprehension, Billy thought that you looked even more beautiful with your rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. It was then that you noticed him when you felt his gaze burning you as you looked back, and there he was. Billy was wearing a blue button-up and tight jeans, his chest was exposed enough that you could see his gold chain resting on his skin. 

He looked pretty, you had to admit it but you digressed as you recalled how he’d been a bit distant the whole week although it made you even angrier the fact that you cared. 

“Not you too,” you grumbled as he walked closer to you with a grin. 

“Me too?” he asked as he leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the posters. “Anyone making your day too?”

“Not funny,”

Billy stared at you for a few seconds. 

He’d tried to exorcise the image of your bare back in his bedroom, of your underwear on display as you played poker, of your face between his hands as he calmed you down, but he had failed. And so he’d consider talking to you about what had happened on Friday though he believed that it would just make you pull away farther, even more, when he’d been a bit of a prick to you when you left. 

And so, it became somehow terrifying, the thought of you pulling away. Enough for him to not bring it up until now. 

“Uhm so, about Friday,”

“Now you want to talk?” you grumbled as you gazed at him. “You know you were being a dick when I left, I know you have a ‘whose dick is bigger’ with every guy at the school but I was thanking you,” 

Billy looked down at you for a second, figuring out what words would be the right ones, he could feel the hurt in your voice and he felt the guilt fill his chest as he watched you. 

“I know,” he answered truthfully. 

“And then you acted as if nothing happened, you didn’t even talk to me outside class,” you breathed as you tried to ignore how your chest ache. 

“I know, I…” Billy began but his eyes widened with the realization of your words. “You want me to talk to you outside of class?” he asked, his voice amused and eyes twinkling. 

“I, you…” you stumbled through your words, pink shade spreading on your cheeks while Billy smiled but you rolled your eyes at him. “Look, maybe it’s normal for you to be a dick, I get it, but not to me,”

“How can you forgive me?” Billy hummed as he got closer to you. 

His blue electric eyes studied your features and you wanted to curse him, it was no way in hell that he could be even more beautiful up close. You bit your tongue, poised as you looked at him, as the one who was in control of the situation as if he hadn’t managed to let you without words. His gaze flickered down to your lips and back up to yours, anger bubbling up on your chest but also a burning intensity that left you breathless. 

“Help me promote this and we can see each other tomorrow at Peaches,” you finally said as you pressed the papers to his chest while giving a step away, effectively getting him away from you or you away from him. 

Billy didn’t say anything, biting back whatever charming line he could get out just so you didn’t get too annoyed at him. 

“Got it,” Billy muttered as he lifted the papers slightly and got to work. 

If Billy had seen himself doing this a month ago, he would probably be laughing at himself. 

“She would be a great Queen, Billy,” Tommy said as he looped an arm around Carol’s shoulder. 

“Definitely, even more after the party,” Carol agreed. 

Billy wanted to agree too, you would be a great anything as long as Billy had you in his life. Even when you didn’t seem to like him that much until recently. Though, he wouldn’t say it out loud, not to them at least. Therefore, Billy simply nodded, still taping the posters with your face around happily at school. 

But then as he walked through the hallways he heard the hollering from a group of guys from the team around a locker. He didn’t mean to interrupt them, he honestly couldn’t have been careless about what they were saying but he couldn’t help when he heard your name. 

“Yeah, she was great.”  

Jason Craver’s voice made the hairs on Billy’s neck stand up as he heard how he was talking about you. 

“Who’s great?” Billy asked as he walked towards the group, standing a little bit taller than usual as people moved to make space for him, Jason Craver tried to mask the horrifying look on his face but Billy still noticed. 

Patrick McKinney muttered your name, which only made Billy frown, narrowing his eyes toward Jason. 

“What’s he talking about?” Billy asked, or challenged.

“I, I tried asking y/n out,” he answered Billy as he tried to make himself taller by puffing his chest but he wasn’t anywhere near Billy’s height. “Taking her out for a movie,”

“A movie?”

“Yeah,” Jason said as his gaze fell on the people around both of them as they watched the interaction. 

“She went off the party with Hargrove, not you,” Tommy intervened. “I just know she’s off limits,”

Although Billy was grateful for Tommy’s words for the first time since he’d met him, Billy also realized he’d fallen for it again, for the so-called game ‘whose dick is bigger' than you hated, that they were talking about you as if you were an object. He understood he shouldn’t have. Billy had been following you around like a puppy but he’d never been too close to asking you out and he felt his chest fill with rage as he thought of Jason doing it first. Billy felt his shoulders sag a bit as he tried to look as if the fact that Jason had asked you out didn’t feel like someone had punched him in his gut. 

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Billy asked through gritted teeth. 

“Just broke up,” Jason said nonchalantly, eyes twinkling as he stared Billy down. 

Billy scoffed for a second with a slight chuckle. 

“She wouldn’t go for someone like you,” he said as he looked at Jason. 

At that moment, Billy saw something in Jason that he’d never seen before, a sense of superiority. Billy had been good at reading people, preparing for his father's mood had allowed him to notice certain things. Jason was usually afraid of him, he felt inferior and he would try to puff his chest and look as confident as Billy. 

But now it was a different story.

“Funny,” Jason said with that bright smile. “She said that you weren’t her type,”

Billy’s smile faltered for a second as he looked at Jason, another punch to his gut. 

“She wouldn’t say yes to you,” Billy said with furrowed eyebrows. 

Jason simply smirked. 

“She did,” 

Billy stands there for a second and he feels sick with himself for a few moments before he doesn’t waste a second as he spun on his heels and walked away from the group to the class. As he walked away, blinding anger fills his chest. 

Before he could even think about what he was doing, he’d already thrown in the trash the few flyers that he had left with your face. There’s no way he could stop himself until it’s already too late until they are crumbled and on the deeps of the trashcan. 

Billy regrets it immediately but the rage is too strong in his body that he can’t even hold himself back. He’s temper was always there, emotional regulation was non-existent in his book, and even after years of being aware that the blackouts, while punching people left and right, weren’t useful and didn’t make him feel good, he sometimes couldn’t stop. 

Even less when the one good thing he thought he had gone had been shattered. 

He walked to class with his fist so tight that he was sure the crescent moons made by his nails would stay there for more than a day, even bleed. 

You had already made the crescent moons on your palms bleed by lunch. It hadn’t been a bad day but it hadn’t been the best. It started with Jason’s unwelcomed advance, then with the fact that your math teacher was unimpressed when you asked him if you could talk to the class about your campaign and hadn’t allowed you to do so. Then, Billy was a no-show for English and it bothered you after what you’d talked about earlier. 

It wasn’t until lunch that you caught a glimpse of his blonde curls that you decided to talk to him, annoyed at him already. You didn’t listen as Eddie calls you, you are focused on Billy. You were already having a shitty day and there was no way in hell that Billy Hargrove was going to make it worse with his mood swings. 

“Billy!” you called him, not as loud but loud enough that you were sure he heard you. Billy, nonetheless, didn’t stop for you, which in turn only made you angrier.“Hargrove!” you now called louder and even more annoyed but still he didn’t move until he almost reach his table and that was it for you. You walked closer to him and pulled him by his strong arm, eyes filled with fire as he turned around, he was glaring at you and you knew he wanted to ignore you. 

 “What’s wrong with you today?” you hissed with a frown. 

“What’s wrong with me?” Billy snapped, brushing off your hand on his arm, shoulders squared. 

You stumble back a bit. A look of hurt flashes across your features as it dawned on you how he raised his voice, people were already looking. Nonetheless, it was only for a minute, your brows knit together as you feel the anger bubbling up. 

“Why are you being so fucking difficult?” you bark back. 

After that there was no turning back, now the school was watching you two. 

Billy chuckled ironically, loudly, and with clear venom. “You’re what’s wrong with me!” he finally said as he lifted his hands in the air for a second. “ I don’t have the patience to keep up with your shit, princess!”

“My shit?” your jaw hangs open, and suddenly you shove him against his chest, he stumbles just slightly, brows furrowing. “You’re the most annoying asshole! You’re the one who doesn’t get a clue that I want to be left alone!” you grumbled 

“Sure doesn’t seem like it,” he answered back, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re hot and then you’re cold, then you ask me to talk and then you go ahead at telling apparently everyone that I’m not you’re the type,”

He screamed that last part and it dawned on you the cause of his behavior. You glance momentarily down at Jason, who was watching with widened eyes the events unfolding in the cafeteria, you wanted to curse him out but as your eyes came back to Billy, you also realized that he deserved some cursing too. 

“Oh, so this is an ego thing,” you said, genuinely baffled by his behavior. “How I didn’t see it, you need a fucking ego check, Hargrove!” you said as you trashed against him, quickly getting your hand back. 

“I need an ego check?” Billy glared at you. “You need a fucking ego check,”

“Why would I need an ego check?”

“You’re so used to all the guys chasing after you that you need to be put in your place,” he pressed and you could hear people around both of you gasping at the words. 

That was it. 

That’s what touched a nerve. 

You didn’t even notice how you took the glass of water, how your fingers wrapped around it so easily, it wasn’t until the water was crashing down on his chest that it dawned on you what you’d done. 

People now were screaming as they watched the water dripping from Billy’s chest as he breathed deeply. For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped as he watched you and you watched him, eyes falling down to the drops that fell from his neck, traveling through his tanned skin to underneath his shirt. And then you watched his face. 

Billy was enraged. 

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to because he already knew what was coming. And it was futile, it was futile to even try to hide as you did, covering your face as Billy took in his hands two glasses of whatever from the same table that you had and threw them at you, effectively showering you from head to toe. The water was cold and you yelped as it fell on your cheerleading uniform. People now were screaming louder and gasping as they saw your state. 

You tried to remain neutral but you knew it meant war. As your arms fell from your eyes, you watched Billy’s eyes examining you, and then his lips tugged upward. 

That smug little shit was smirking. 

It was on. Neither Billy nor you missed a step after that, both of you ran and grabbed from the nearest table the glasses of water and threw it at each other at the same time, splashing and also soaking other people in your way. Honestly, you weren’t too aware of how it happened but soon, everyone in the cafeteria followed both of your leads. Water began to sprinkle all over the place, people throwing it at each other, drenching their clothes and the floor, all the place erupted in chaos. 

People laughed and screamed alongside you but you and Billy still had an eye for each other as you looked for water bottles or other glasses that had enough water to throw to the other as if either of you weren’t already soaked. You didn’t know how much it lasted, you were in a trance, it was honestly until Billy grabbed your wrist as you were holding a water bottle that it snapped you back to reality. 

Your eyes widened a bit as Billy pushed you against him while you trashed unsuccessfully against him. 

“Tell me the truth,” he pressed you, turning both of you against a table, his thigh between your legs. You swallow as he nudged tighter against the surface, chest pressed against yours. “Am I not your type?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, you trashed around him more but it was so frustrating that he had you trapped. Your eyes flickered down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes for a second. 

There it was.

Even between seething anger, Billy could tell that you wanted him. 

Billy wondered if he could lunch forward but the sound of the principal’s voice stopped him as it roared through the cafetería with a megaphone in his hand. 

“What the hell is going on here?” The principal demanded, his voice booming through the cafeteria, everyone stayed still and you and Billy snapped your head towards him. 

And then, his eyes fall on you as his secretary whispered something in his ear. “Hargrove and y/l/n!” you winced a bit as Billy finally let go. “To my office!”

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Midsummer Night

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst? coarse language, implied/mentions of a bad past relationship

Ice cream cravings at 2am…during a midsummer night leads to a heart-to-heart talk and a first kiss.

“AJ.” You say while flipping over onto your side.

“Yeah?” She mumbles into her pillow before turning around to face you.

“I’m craving for some ice cream.”

She chuckles, “Ice cream?”

“Mhm.” You muttered, “It’s so hot- can you actually fall asleep in this heat?”

“I can’t even keep my eyes shut without wanted to kick off the non-existent blanket.” AJ scoffs, sitting up.

"Can we go get ice cream?" "Babe, the only place open this late is what, McDonalds?" AJ sighs, "And there's no guarantee they even have ice cream?"

"Please?" You sulked, "We can just drive to a gas station or something and get ice cream."

AJ looks at you, debating her choices. "Okay, let's go baby. We're going for a drive."

"Yay." You squealed, tackling her in a hug before the two of you got out of bed and downstairs to her car. The clock in the car's little screen showed that it was nearly 2 in the morning, and AJ could not believe she was about to drive at this hour, solely for ice cream. But the air-conditioning was admittedly very nice in this heat. As long as you were happy, she thought.

AJ had a hand on your thigh as per usual. It was just a little gesture of hers that you found very comforting. "You wanna listen to your playlist?" She asks, keeping her eye on the road.

"If you don't mind." You nodded, chuckling over your words.

"I never do." She smiled widely. You took her phone and put your favourite playlist on without a word. You and AJ spent the rest of the drive singing along to every word. It was a mundane thing, but you and her both enjoyed them thoroughly, moments like this...not a care in the world and just vibing with the other person.

After getting to your destination, you and AJ got out to buy ice cream in the convenience store. Stepping inside the store, the chilliness of the AC blasted in your face. A pretty stark difference compared to the temperature in the car— and outside, of course. At the checkout, there was a glint of recognition in the cashier’s eyes. “AJ?”

“Yes…?” She squinted.

“Oh, I go to Miller High and saw your art presentation last week. Just wanted to say i love your work. I think it’s very cool.”

“Oh, thank you.” AJ smiled appreciatively, “You’re a year below us, right? I think I’ve seen you before.”

“Yeah.” The girl nodded.

After making the payment, AJ hooked arms with you, thanked the girl and left, “See you around, good night.” The two of you ran back to her car to escape the heat. AJ continues driving for a few minutes, stopping the car at a park. She blasted the air-conditioning but turned down the music so you two could chat.

“So…we haven’t done this in awhile. Late night snack run,” She looked at you as she speaks, the small wooden spoon held between her lips.

“I’m glad we do it sometimes.” You nod, taking a bite of the Magnum in your hand.

AJ hums in agreement, “Oh, you’ve got a little something.”

“Oh, where?” You chuckled. You thought AJ was just going to tell you where, but when you tried to lick it off you apparently didn’t get it all. Instead of using her thumb to swipe it off, she kisses you to get it off.

“AJ.” You giggled when she broke away, “Why’d you do that?”

“Why not?” She chuckles then grinned, watching you with her big brown eyes. The way she looked at you gave you insane butterflies and made you warm and fuzzy on the inside. Her gaze was always so gentle and filled with love. And that smile that accompanied it every single time. You adored this girl.

You looked back at her, admiring every single feature of the girl who say before you. Unknowingly, you felt tears brimming at your eyes so you quickly blinked them away. “Aw.” AJ still realised, “Hey, what’s the matter, honey?”

You shook your head, swallowing harshly and trying to focus on nothing but finishing up the ice cream. “Nothing. I’m fine.” You force a smile but that made the tears threaten to fall. She grabs your hand, brushing her thumb over your knuckles and completely ignoring her ice cream in the meantime. “Don’t cry, pretty girl.” She looked at you, squishing your cheeks in both hands after she put down her nearly-finished cup of ice cream into the cup holder, “Oh, I love you so much, y/n.”

Maybe it was the late hour and the lack of sleep but the simplest gestures from her made you emotional. Being so at peace and comfortable in her presence, just made you feel things…a lot of things. Maybe even too much. “Some days I just cannot believe that I finally have someone…that- treats me the way you do.” You revealed. You struggled to swallow the last bit of ice cream before you hastily chucked it aside along with its wrapper. AJ shifted in her seat to face you fully, brushing the hair away from your face and caressed your cheek. She presses a tender kiss to your cheek, her gentle gaze met your teary eyes after she pulled away. “I love you. You never have to guess, you never have to doubt…because my answer will always be the same. I fell in love with you since I first saw you and I fall in love with you more and more each day.”

AJ knew everything that happened in your last relationship. During a night, very much like this one, you just opened up to her- sharing that very personal, traumatic part of your life. Your ex, she made you feel unsafe, unloved— even hated, everything went wrong, because of your ex but she blamed you. You took the words of that manipulator to heart. But AJ, she came into your life and changed it all. She loved you as you were and was everything you’ve ever dreamed about.

“I know it’s still hard for you. So I want you to remember this…okay? Don’t force yourself to say anything. Don’t ever let me make you think that you have to do anything. Because I know that you like me, otherwise we wouldn’t be here today.” As you listened to her talk, tears just kept rolling down your cheeks. Her words just touched you. “Don’t rush it and be gentle with yourself.”

You sniffed, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down and prepare yourself, “AJ…I love you. I’m so in love with you.” Inching closer to her face, your hand cups her cheek and your lips met hers for the very first time.

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Beautifully Ugly

After being a F1/Motorsports fan most of my life I finally decided to indulge in some writing of my own.

If you're interested in the songs that inspire this, here's the Series Playlist

I kept the reader and their friend as vague as possible. While writing I imagined a plus size! female! reader but you can think up whatever you want.

Happy reading! Let me know what you think.

You met Joe while on vacation in Perth, Australia and had a incredible three weeks with him. It didn't end well and while being at a F1 race weekend with your friend you find out just who the hell Joe really is.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of sexual themes, cursing(?)

Words: 2060

“Y/N!” 

You looked up as your name was called throughout the paddock. This morning you could feel excited jitters course through your body as you thought about spending your time there with your friend at a race. Never having been to one before and not really getting into all of that, you weren't sure what interested you more - the cars or all the glamor that surrounded such a weekend.

"Oh, Y/N, it's so exciting." They grinned, hooking their arms with yours. “Have you seen all these hot men strutting around? It’s like being in a candy shop, wanting to try all of it.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you made your way through the throngs of people. “You know we’re just here for the cars and the free food."

"Doesn't mean we can't take a good look at them while we're here." Giggling like high school kids you swiftly moved to the hospitality you were assigned to from the Williams F1 Team. "So, have you ever heard anything from that guy back in Australia? The one you, you know…fucked!" The last word was whispered with all the people around you already giving you odd looks.

You elbowed them lightly in the side, hoping to make them shut up as a soft red was covering your cheeks. "No, it's been nice while it lasted but I never thought there'd be more to it."

Sighing your friend pulled you closer, laying her head on your shoulder to give you the comfort you deserved. You never had a serious relationship, up until your vacation in Perth you never even had sex - not for lack of trying, mind you, but men usually wouldn't give you a second glance next to your friends - at least the douches in their midst.

Then you decided you needed a break. Taking some time off from your life and all the people at home, you traveled halfway around the world to do nothing but enjoy the sun, the beach and doing nothing for three weeks. 

That's when you bumped into him. 

Joe had that megawatt smile that even made you laugh when you wanted to cry. At first you had thought him to be a crazy stalker when he came to meet you at your hotel each day after helping you find your way back the first time, but he was the nicest guy you met in a while. He wasn't keeping you at a distance because of your looks, no, he didn't even care about anything but yourself. Joe was your tour guide, confident and for a while it seemed he was your boyfriend. You've never experienced pleasure like the one he gave you from a simple touch or kiss. 

But then your three weeks came to a close and you needed to leave your bubble. With a heavy heart and one last time with Joe, you got onto the plane with the promise of letting him know you got home safe. You did, but after that nothing more than an 'okay, good' came your way and you felt the same emptiness that you did before. Like you had been cast to the side - again.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" You looked over at your friend, who had stopped just outside the Williams hospitality building. "You've been completely out of it."

Blinking, you shook your head and tried to send a reassuring smile their way. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Oh, the Aussie?" They asked with a grin of their own, nudging their elbow into your side. "Your cheeks are flushed, so it must have been good thoughts."

Shaking your head at them, you turned back to the glass structure in front of you. It looked like a giant tent but then with all of that glass and metal around it, the hospitality building was definitely more than just a tent. "I think the people we need to meet are already waiting there for us."

"Ya think? If I'm right the cute one is the driver showing us around and the brooding one must be the manager or something." They shrugged, pulling you along to meet the two men. 

The lighter of the two gave you both a broad smile, holding his hand out in greeting. “You must be our guests for the weekend. I’m George and this is Nicholas. We’re both drivers for Williams Mercedes and we’ll be showing you around this weekend.”

You reached out, shaking his hand before moving on to his companion and introducing yourself and your friend. “Thanks for having us, I hope this isn’t too much of a hassle for you guys.”

Laughing, Nicholas shook his head. “Don’t worry. We’ll be showing you around today, tomorrow Lauren our PR person will give you the rundown. Otherwise you can do whatever you want.”

“So we’re not with you all the time?” your friend asked, a smirk playing on their lips.

Nudging them with your elbow, you shook your head at your friends' antics. “Stop it! They need to concentrate on their work, not on us.”

Shrugging, they moved closer to Nicholas and hooked their arm through his elbow. “Well, I’ll just enjoy the attention for a while.”

Shaking your head at them, you turned back to George and gave him an apologetic look. The driver just smiled and shook his head. He put his hand lightly on your back, leading you down back inside the paddock area to make your way to the garage and pit. 

“You know anything about cars?” he asked after pointing out different sections behind the scenes of the F1 circus. George knew they still had a bit before the first free practice of the weekend, so he wanted to test the waters on where their guests were standing knowledge wise.

Chuckling, you turned to the driver. “F1 wise? I have little to no idea. I’m happy I’m able to drive my own car at home, where the fuel goes and how to fill up the oil. That’s about all the knowledge I got.”

“Well, it’s a lot more than some.” He grinned, waving at his fellow drivers they passed. You were introduced to Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen. They took their time to take selfies with you and told you funny stories about past races. "Oh there's Danny Ric! Let's get over and introduce you to one of the best drivers and a friend of ours."

George pulled you along, followed by his partner and your friend as well as Lewis and Max. A merry little group huddling together in the paddock. 

Hearing his name called, the Renault driver turned around to be greeted by his friends and…you?

He was shocked, seeing you there after a year of not being able to get into contact. You had changed a bit, but still looked the same as you did when he met you in Perth that time over summer break.

"Joe?" 

"Y/N?" 

Your eyes widened as the realization finally caught up to you that Joe was in fact someone famous, a driver in the Formula 1 which would definitely explain the lack of response you had received from him after coming home. "I, sorry, I need to"

You stumbled away from the group, earning bewildered looks from the drivers, your friend hot on your heels as you made your way back to the hospitality.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Joe, no Danny called, joining in on the pursuit. You could hear your friend yelling at him, having put two and two together. A smile threatened to move over your lips as you listened to them, although it was more them yelling at Dan while he called your name making the people around you look concerned.

“Y/N! Come on, just stop, please.” 

You were thrown back to the time in Australia when you still thought him to be a stalker, running after you as you threatened to call the police on him. But something in his broad smile made your lips twitch, fighting your own smile. It was the same desperate voice that he used now. “What do you want, J-Danny? I already got the message the last time.”

“No, you didn’t.” He said once he finally reached you, your friend and the rest of your group staying back to watch. “Fuck, those three weeks, I’ve never felt so good in a long time and I wanted to call you.”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest. “But you didn’t. All I got was an okay, good. That told me all I needed to know.”

"But it's not what I wanted to send." Danny insisted, his eyes pleading with you to listen. 

"I can't do that right now. I've just kinda gotten over you after you broke my heart. I thought I finally found someone that felt I was worth it."

Reaching out, he took a hold of your hand. "But you are worth it, I was absolutely gutted when I crashed my phone and couldn't reach you. I wanted to tell you everything."

"Like how your name's not Joe but Danny."

Breathing out a heavy sigh, the driver nodded. "At first I thought you were one of my fans. I'm glad I got those but some female fans can be intense. So I gave you my middle name and then it just stuck and it was too late to tell you."

You bit your lip, trying to process what he was telling you. Being a celebrity definitely had its perks, but also the bad side to fame, you got that, but still he could have confided in you, like you did back in Australia.

It was the second week of your stay and Joe, well Danny had brought you to Wilbinga Dunes for a camping trip. You couldn't remember the last time you went camping with anyone but he was so happy and carefree about that idea you weren't about to say no. 

That night you sat in front of a small campfire, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing and some crickets chirping in the grass further back. You had started to open up to him, telling him your most personal thoughts. How you felt invisible while standing next to your friend at a bar and men usually only inviting them for a drink or even a date while you got the once over. You weren't stick-thin like some but it didn't hurt less just because you played it off and said it was fine. Danny had pulled you into his side, his face buried in your neck and laying soft kisses on your shoulder. He told you the next time a guy would act like that to just fuck him, that you were worth more than being second choice. 

It also was the first time you slept together. His hands caressing every part of your body, taking away all the fears and insecurities that had manifested themselves in your mind. For you it wasn't just sex, it felt like it meant more. So much more.

And yet, as you stood in front of him you felt that same doubt and insecurity rear its ugly head. You were young, dumb and in love back then and seeing him now you were afraid to fall into that same hole again. After that trip to Australia and your time with Danny, you had learned that all beautiful things came with edges and thorns that could hurt worse than all the ugly things could.

"I'm sorry, Danny. It's a lot to process." You told him, one hand reaching out towards his arm. "Give me time and maybe we'll see each other again."

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Danny gave you one of his mega watt smiles, it didn't reach his eyes but you saw the hopeful glint in his eyes. "Life's beautifully ugly at times, huh?"

Closing your eyes at that, you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his stubbly cheek. Wishing him good luck for the race before you moved around the driver and joined your friend, who instantly pulled you into a tight hug. You had a feeling it wasn't the last time you saw him, but you still felt the doubt creep back into your mind. Right now just wasn't the perfect time it seemed.

next part

[pralinesims]

everyday, I'm fighting battles in the realm of lurking. To not simp over Vale(IK you say he's bad, but I'm losing the idgaf war with him), speaking of your OC's (I'm not sure if this was asked?) but, theme song for each one?? I'm curious. :3

NAH IDK IF I'M WEIRD ABOUT HIM ASWELL LMAO, BUT IT'S OKAY, I GET YOU. Come over to the dark sideee~

Jokes aside, honestly, like Vale himself actually is a nice person? Ultimately the very worst thing about him is that he has this perception of himself that he is such a bad person without any worth of redeeming, bla bla bla more yapping in that direction, so that is just an aspect already "done" for him and this leads to him not wanting to change his behaviours at all, no matter if people confront him about toxic behaviours or not, cause in that way he is SO self-aware, that usually he just starts shutting down whenever there's a hint of criticism or introspection near, in a way he keeps control of a situation during these moments? Like if something goes south, either he quickly pulls the "ya that's me, you know how it is" card or if he starts to feel bad about himself, it can also directly spiral into a heavier depressive episode and feels unwell about his own behaviours, but does he want to improve it or his mindset? NO. Completely stuck in that slump.

Though he's a good friend at core if you manage to break through his shell, but it's DEFINITELY not worth it to get his heart broken by him if that makes sense? Cause besides very few people, he mostly cares about himself. Not even in an "I only like myself" type, but rather in such an apathetic way that it's hard for him to genuinely give a shit about most people, he's too sunken in his own negativity and also self-hatred.

OK, sudden unprompted word vomit completed and back to your original ask, but choosing matching theme songs for them is something I often struggle with if that makes sense? I simply don't listen to enough music to always find something that fits like 100%. BUT luckily while we're at Vale as topic, for him I know of 2 songs that fit just SO perfectly.

One: Wicked Ways - Halestorm, especially with the stuff I've just talked about, but HOLY SHIT this song is just sooo matching. Two: Black - Lim Hyunsik, oh my god this song is SO Vale at core. Besides even the title fitting with his aesthetic! But the lyrics... Just on point.

About the others, this ask got a tad too long, I'll try to link their Spotify playlists soon!

[justaduckarts]

For fluff prompt, #13 :]

Star Holder Au or DLNS <3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa Okay. <3

I decided we're gonna give DLNS a lil lovin' today. As a treat. <3

Heheh Fluff!

When you entered the daycare for your usual shift, you were approximately 34 minutes earlier than usual. Which Sun really didn't mind at all! But he was still in the middle of cleaning. And also Dave was still there.

"Oh, hey! Look who's here," Dave gave a warm wave as he spotted you.

"Hey, Dave," you waved back, dropping your bag by the security desk. You glanced around. "Where's Sunny?"

"Starlight!" Sun came soaring across the daycare on his wire. Oh yeah, he could do that. It had been so long since you'd seen it, it had almost slipped your mind.

"Sunshine!" You brightened, waving a little more energetically than before. Dave gave a knowing smirk before turning back to his cleaning.

"So so so good to see you!" Sun bounced excitedly. He would have scooped you up right then, but he remembered that you didn't like to be affectionate with other people around. That was okay! He could wait.

"How are you today, star? You're so so early!" Sun's rays spun as he grinned down at you.

"Oh, yeah," you laughed, "I had lunch with Avery today, so I was already out of the house and I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little earlier than usual." You shrugged. Technically, the daycare was still open, but it appeared all the kids were already gone. Not really surprising, since it was a weekday and most kids would have school tomorrow.

"Well! I still have a teeny tiny itsy bitsy bit of cleaning to do," Sun hummed, hands on his hips, "so let me finish up reeeeeeeally fast! And then we can play!" He clapped excitedly.

"Oh, why don't I help you?" You smiled up at Sun, "more hands means it gets done faster, right?"

Sun's head tilted, "oh, that's so so so sweet of you, star! But most of the work I have left to do is, hmm..." He giggled, "well, you might not reach."

A gasp of mock-offense jumped out of you. You pressed a hand to your chest. "Sunshine, are you calling me short?"

"I never said that! I wouldn't say that!" Sun raised his hands in surrender, but you could tell he was amused by the spin of his rays. "But... you are a little... vertically disadvantaged?"

You tried to keep up the act, but 'vertically disadvantaged' broke you. Laughing, you shook your head at him.

"How could you? Just because I'm not crazy tall like you doesn't mean I can't help!" You crossed your arms.

"Ohoho! Alright, alright," Sun chuckled once more. "Let me get some things for you!" And like that, he was skipping off.

Silence. You looked around the daycare and for the first time you were stuck by just how quiet it was.

"Isn't there usually music in here?" You turned to Dave, who wasn't far off.

"Yeah," he nodded, "but I shut it off once the kids were all gone. I don't know how Sun can listen to that same song all day. It drives me nuts."

"Well, since no one's here, couldn't you play some of your own music?" You quirked a brow.

"Ah, you're not a fan of the quiet, are you?" Dave leaned against the security desk.

"Not really," you shrugged.

"Well, if you want, you can hook your phone up and play some music. But I warn you, it has to be kid-friendly. Sun uh, he's given me a stern talking to about my music before." Dave laughed.

Kid friendly. Kid friendly... Surely you must have a playlist of songs that are kid friendly, right? You opened up your music app and scrolled through.

Oh. That one.

Well. It would be better than the near oppressive silence of an empty daycare. And you suspected Sun would enjoy it.

Dave helped you get your phone hooked into the daycare's sound system. A moment later, Simba was cheerily singing about his dreams of being king of the pride someday.

"Disney?" Dave grinned at you.

"It's kid friendly," you shrugged, "and it's not just Disney! There's some stuff from other cartoon channels."

Dave was about to pick on you some more when Sun returned. He had with him a rolling cart, which had cleaning supplies neatly lined up on the top. And on the lower shelf? A step stool. Oh, that cheeky animatronic.

"Done! So so so sorry for the wait! I had to look for- giggle- something to help with your... vertical disadvantage." He was teasing you now.

"Thanks!" You took the cart, "where am I heading, Sunshine?"

"The naptime nook!" Sun gave you a cheerful salute, "we thank you for your service!"

"You got it, captain," you gave him a salute of your own before strolling away. Sun watched you go a moment before turning to Dave.

"Mr. Dave! Why don't you go home a little early today?" Sun put his hands on his hips.

"What, and miss out on you tripping over yourself in front of your 'vertically disadvantaged' crush?" Dave crossed his arms, grinning up at Sun. Sun groaned.

"Don't you want to go home?" Sun swayed, "or. Perhaps. Anywhere else?" His long fingers drummed on the desk.

"Relax, I'm only teasing," Dave raised his hands in surrender, "have a goodnight, Sun. See ya in the morning."

"Bye-bye, Mr. Dave! See you soon!" Sun waved energetically, watching Dave exit the daycare. As he was turning to get back to cleaning and probably tease you a little more, he finally stopped to listen to the music playing in the daycare.

You can find happiness right where you are!

Oh! What a sweet sentiment. Since the music hadn't stopped when Dave left, Sun guessed this must be your doing.

Humming, you looking over the naptime nook. It... looked spotless. What exactly was Sun hoping for you to do here? You looked over the cart and spotted it; a neatly folded note. Ah, he knew you'd have no idea what to do.

Sun's familiar, swirly handwriting greeting you.

Star!

I thought you might not know what to do, so I made you a short list! Thank you so much for your help!

Well, that was thoughtful of him. You read through the list a few times. Mostly you just needed to sanitize. So what was the step stool even for? Or did he bring it along just to tease you?

While you were working away at your cleaning, you listened to the peppy Disney music carrying over the daycare.

You'd yet to see Sun, but you figured he must be busy up on his wire. Doing... whatever her was up to. What kind of cleaning was he doing that he needed to be up there anyway?

A few minutes went by. You got kind of lost in what you were doing, spinning around and bopping to the tune of I'll Make a Man Out of You as you wiped down surfaces and tossed old blankets and stuffed animals into a laundry bag.

So lost in your groove, you didn't even notice the animatronic dangling above you.

Until he could no longer contain his giggling.

Stopping, you looked up at him.

"Well, hello there," you laughed. He grinned down at you, chin in his hand.

"I've never seen someone have so much fun cleaning!" He laughed.

"They're doing it wrong," you shrugged, "have you, uh. Have you been there a while?" You weren't really worried about looking silly in front of Sun. But the adoring look he gave you made it hard not to feel flustered.

"Not too long," Sun laughed again, "just thought I'd drop in!" He touched down, unhooking from his wire.

You laughed, putting your hands on your hips. "Is that so?"

He grinned, hands on his hips. "It sure is! You know, I'm a pretty good dancer myself!" He bounced in place.

Just before you could teasingly ask if he was sure, a new song came on.

Gentle humming and dreamy string instruments filled the daycare.

So this is love? So this is love...

Furious blush spread across your face. You'd completely forgotten this song was on this list. Sun seemed to pick up on the change in mood. He fidgeted, fans whirring softly.

Well.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you looked off to the side.

“This is where I'd sweep you off your feet, but I forgot how to dance.”

It was kind of cheesy, but it seemed to spark something. Sun fanned at his face, rays spinning faster.

His first attempt to speak only resulted in him stumbling over a burst of flustered giggles. Finally, though, he managed to respond.

"Well! You're in luck! I happen to be a very good dancer," he extended a hand, smile turning sheepish, "if... you want me to help you remember?"

How could you say no to that?

Slipping your hand into his, you nodded. "I'd like that."

"Goodie," Sun bounced, "I hope you're ready, because I'm going to sweep you off your feet!"

Before you could ask just what he meant, he was pulling you up into his arms. And then his feet were leaving the ground.

"Whoa! Oh my gosh," you clung to Sun a moment, watching the ground get further away.

"Don't worry," he said gently. You looked up at him. He was giving you that adoring smile again.

"We'd never drop you," he hummed, hand finding yours. His other hand settled on the small of your back, keeping you securely against him. Way up in the air.

If you thought you were blushing before, that was nothing.

The soft, dreamy love song had long ended. But fate seemed to have aligned, because the next song was just as soft and sweet. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but think you didn't remember adding this particular song to this playlist. But that wasn't important right now.

What was important was the gentle swaying and turning that your beloved solar animatronic was leading you through as the melody carried on.

"You were right," you said quietly, "you're a great dancer."

"Thank you! We've been practicing!" Sun squeezed you gently, "starlight..."

"Sunshine?" You looked up at him. His rays spun a little faster. Suddenly, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Could we..." Sun leaned a little closer. "Could we kiss you?"

Suddenly your stomach was feeling lighter.

"Oh- That- Uh- You scrambled to put together words. Taking a breath, you smiled up at him. "Mhm." You nodded. Sun let go of your hand to cup your cheek.

You thought you might melt. One gleaming gold eye and one brilliant blue held yours in their gaze as he closed the distance. Slow, in case you wanted to change your mind.

Finally. Finally your lips met his. You wrapped your arms tighter around him.

His hand gingerly rubbed your back.

When the two of you parted, his feet were on the ground again. He grinned, spinning with you still in his arms. His rays spun so fast you thought they might actually break.

Once he'd managed to tame some of his excitement, he looked down at you with wide eyes.

"Could we do it again?"

Okay, maybe you really would melt.

[orionicchaos]

Summer Love Club!

a genshin impact smau | tartaglia x gn!reader

Chapter 3 : first meeting

You let out a sigh as you finish the sixth "one last chapter and then I go to sleep" chapter, not feeling tired in the slightest. It is already three a.m. and you can't sleep at all, even if you had an exhausting day walking around your village, trying to find new secrets in the old and abandoned houses. You know you already discovered all those secrets a while ago, when this now foreign feeling of excitement disappeared from your chest and you started feeling bored.

You turn off your phone, placing it on you stomach for a while, before turning it on again and leaving the warm sheets of your bed for the cool air of your bedroom. Quietly, you then leave your room, taking care to not wake up your parents. You lead to the kitchen, serving yourself a glass of water, before thinking about what you should do. You take some biscuits you find on the table and eat them. You sigh, as they don't taste really good, and decide to go outside to breath some fresh air.

In the dark of the night, the cold is frightening, even at the beginning of summer. You look up at the stars, trying to warm yourself up by rubbing your arms with your hands. Tonight, the sky is bright, the resplendent moon is laying its eyes on you, like a second sun, calmly protecting you from any harm, and you find comfort in its reassuring presence above your head.

In your garden, you have a yellow little swing hung to a tree. Your father built it for you when you were twelve, and you don't know if you could still use it. Well, time to try!

You chose a music in your phone, something to break the loud silence, and you start swinging, as a few memories are being brought back in your mind.

You stay like this for a while, thinking about everything and nothing at once. You don't notice the noices in the street and the person standing in front of you, behind the small wall.

–What are ya doin'?

Your brain stops working once it realizes the person is talking in english. You try to bring out your best accent and answer.

–None of your business, and by the way it's literraly three a.m man.

You suddenly feel like you saw this person before. Oh. The "new neighbor" . Right in front of you.

–Wow, that's a really strong french accent!

–On est en France ici, m'sieur (we're in France, sir), you say back.

As you expected, he doesn't seem to understand. You let out a small laugh.

–You really expected people to not have a french accent when being in France? Oh and, I usually don't have an accent, BUT, it's three a.m, and my brain doesn't work correctly.

–I see that, he smiles. Oh, by the way, the name's Ajax!

–Okay Ajax.

–I wanted to say, you have fantastic music tastes, I love Dora the explorer too!

You can feel your cheeks warming a little. Of course, it had to be at this moment!

–It's actually not in my playlist. Anyway, what are you doing here?

–I asked you first!

–I don't care. You're literraly on the verge of walking in my garden.

He chuckles at your comment.

–Well, I was having a little walk around since I couldn't sleep, and I heard music coming from here, so I listened to the little voice in my head and went to check who was listening to music so late in their garden.

He's wearing a cheeky smile on his face while saying this. As you don't reply, he starts talking again.

–Since Dora the explorer isn't your favourite artist, care to share with me your favourite songs?

You sign, and gather your thoughts.

–I moslty listen to my friend's playlists, and sometime I make my own. Dora the explorer main theme is from Heizou's playlist.

His laugh is both funny and sweet, and you realize he's wearing a pyjamas.

–You should go to sleep now, or else you'll ruin that perfect face of yours, pretty boy, you say, almost playfully.

–Wow, are you flirting with me?

–I don't know, do I?

Ajax doesn't know what to reply, and stays stunned for a few seconds, before laughing again. You will not be able to keep that poker face of yours for much longer so you will have to end the conversation as soon as possible.

–You know what? You're cool, I like you. I'll be staying here for two months or more, I don't really know at the moment.

–Okay, cool. Hum.. Are you American? I mean, from the United States?

–Yeah! I have family in France so I came for the summer break, even if my friends wanted to spend some time with me.. Ehhh I kinda regret leaving them but I just couldn't say no to new adventures.. So here I am.

–I'm sure your friends understand. Anyway, I'm sleepy now, thanks for keeping me company Ajax.

–They do! And you're welcome comrade! Like I said, I'll be around for a while so... maybe we'll talk later?

–Yeah, sure!

He gives you a big, cheeky smile, which could make the moon jealous, even that night.

–Bye, cutie!

He runs to his house right in front of yours, crossing the street, almost slamming his door, as you stay silent for a very long minute. Did he said... cutie ?

A blush starts to form itself in your cheeks, and all the things you felt during that small talk begin to slowly burn in your chest. Now, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your own breaths.

Maybe we'll be good friends.

Ajax continues to chat with his friends for a moment, before starting to feel so tired he has to close his eyes once in a while for more than two seconds. He remembers the conversation he had with his new neighbor, a few instants ago, and the absence of emotions they had most of the time. Maybe it was just the mood, the middle of night's vibes that made them so expressionless.

He's happy he was able to befriend someone in a foreign country. Well, he still has to ask for their name, but that isn't that hard. Maybe he should also ask for their number?

He was kind of afraid to spend the summer break all alone, but now, that fear isn't as strong as before. Maybe he could find peace here, maybe more?

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SUMMARY | first of july, the end of the school year. as a person who lives in the french countryside, you don’t expect much from this summer… or at least that is until your friend decides to hold a “summer love club” for your friends group, because “we’re all single, we should help each other to find a lover!”. at the same time, an american guy settles near you for the whole summer break.. funny coincidence, isn’t it ?

a.n. | i took time to write the chapter bc... yeah school, i hope you liked it, sorry for all the typos my first language isnt english! no proofread!

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extended bio below the cut as well as tags

FIRST OFF: I don't mind if you read my platonic art as romantic or romantic art as platonic.👍Enjoy and interpret my art however.

I read and appreciate all tags and additions <3

Ello. You can call me Angelo, or if you wanna use nicknames, Angie works. It/its, both fem and masc words, but no man/woman [ boy/girl is okay ]. absolutely no enby or they/them, you will be blocked. friends and mutuals can use he/she for me too, but if we're strangers, please don't. weird genderqueer thang, kinda multigender kinda genderfluid. star based words are okie too. If you're not sure about anything just ask.

My usual handle is "vamqiric" if it's available. However, I decided to use the url for my blog about running and updating my merch shop, @vamqiric. I still watermark my art here with that handle since it's easier for me.

I kinda post whatever art I want here. I like MCYT but I have a side blog for it, anything else is freegame for posting here. Mostly OCs or Nintendo shit.

Currently really into LoZ, especially the Four Swords manga and TP. I like Links Meet AUs. I will likely also post linkcest stuff at some point or another, frequency more or less depends on how much I draw [ especially vidow, if you consider that linkcest ] but it will be tagged accordingly.

Maybe sometimes suggestive stuff. Again, will be tagged.

Like what you like, I like what I like.

I have lots of struggles with interacting with fandom, so forgive me if I come across as aloof; I have lots of bad experiences. I'm trying here, okie? Still, don't hesitate to reach out if you want to talk about something! I promise I'm a good vampire that does not bite. I mean. Unless you want me too. Haha. Who said that.

My all time favourite game is Kid Icarus Uprising, my biggest bragging point is that I own a Dark Pit figma, all 3 kid icarus amiibos, and 2/3 of every kid icarus game [ uprising + of myths and monsters... trying to find the og! ]

oh also I stream sometimes ig idk. my twitch is vamqiricyt I have a vtuber model it's pretty cool.

I'm down for commissions and art trades, as well as situational requests [ like if it's for something I already actively draw ] so feel free to ask.

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Playlist- Chapter 13: Dont look back in anger (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

Words: 1950

Summary: Dublin incident and Knebworth in 1996. Or more like you deal with these events.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 13, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. Gave this chapter the name of this famous song because I thought it went well with this chapter and also because yesterday this song tunred 28 years old already. Hope you had a nice weekend, sending love and strength to you all for this week !

Love y'all, take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

(I've been waiting to put this Gif for so long OMG)

“And so, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as we're walkin' on by Her soul slides away But "Don't look back in anger," I heard you say”

March 22nd 1996- Dublin:

After a gig in Dublin, we were back at the hotel.

We decided to have an afterparty at the bar, with a few friends, and members of our families.

Indeed, Peggy, Paul and my mam came to see the band play and spend some time with us. Everything was fine and going super fine. Peggy and my mam left around midnight and a half and 01:00. Yes. Everything was fine and going super fine, we were happy.

Until we saw an older man approach us with journalists. I immediately recognised him, even before the boys did. So I stood up in front of Noel. I would have taken a bullet for him. He didn’t even to ask me to if it meant protecting him. Protecting him from his past.

Don’t you fucking dare! I shouted to the man who almost arrived to us

Liam eventually recognised the man as well, and stood up, ready to beat the shit out of him. That’s when Noel recognised him too and stood up as well but to protect Liam and prevent him from doing a big mistake. It’s what he wanted. Paul did so as well.

Y/N! Noel shouted, afraid the old man would do something

Ah, the one and only Y/N! Ye grew up into a fine bird but ye didn’t change, not even a bit.

No, but I’m even worse than I was as a child. Get the fuck out of here before I punch you in the face Gallagher.

Yes, you guessed. It was Tommy Gallagher, the boys’ father, aka wife and kids beater. I was happy Peggy wasn’t here to witness that.

He laughed. He fucking mocked me.

Oh me dear Y/N… Ye’re a bird, I would beat yer little arse in a few seconds and ye would be back to London.

Don’t ye fucking touch her! Liam said, pissed off and ready to jump on him and rip out his carotid artery with his teeth

Don’t fucking react, it’s what he fucking wants! Noel said, holding Liam’s arm with all his strength

But I was even more pissed than Liam. So I approached Tommy.

Try me, you fucking wife beater.

He laughed again.

Be a nice lass and sit yer arse down Y/N.

Oh ye shouldn’t have said that ye bastard. Liam said, laughing like a psycho

And he was right. He shouldn’t have. No one tells me what to do.

I stood proudly in front of Tommy, giving him a psycho smile before spitting to his face.

The boys were shocked. Liam was ready to attack and Noel to protect his brother and I. As if their father would react.

Get. The. Fuck. Out. I said, sternly

The man brought his hand to his face to remove my spit and threw a dark look at me.

Good evening gentlemen. He said before leaving

Noel collapsed on his seat as if he was fainting. So did Paul. But Liam stood standing, calling the waiter to order another bottle of champagne. I sat down and turned to Noel and Paul. Noel’s eyes were sparkling. As if he just saw an angel.

Are you boys okay? I asked

They both nodded.

Fuck… I love ye so much, ye know that? He said

I think I guessed, yeah. I answered before kissing him.

He kissed me back.

How do ye do that? He asked

I smiled.

He doesn’t scare me. I could even have done worse, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. It’s what he wanted.

Woman, ye’re something. Noel answered, admiring me

I’m your shieldmaiden Noely. Your warrior.

Goddamn right ye are.

*

March 24th 1996- Germany:

We arrived a day before in Germany for Noel to rest a bit. At least, that’s what we both wanted. When we woke up, Noel went to buy a newspaper. And I knew he came back even without him being back in the hotel room. Why? Because I heard him yell his brother’s name in the corridor. Oh, this wasn’t good.

Shit! I said, getting up and putting on a bathrobe

I took the room’s keys and ran to the corridor to find him.

And I didn’t, until I saw Liam run fast in the corridor.

RUN Y/N, RUN! He shouted

What have you done this time?! I answered

I didn’t think it would be that serious! He answered, disappearing in another edge of the corridor

Then, I bumped into Noel, who was ready to go after his brother again, but I stopped him.

Let me go after him! He shouted

What has he done? I asked calmly

Tommy called him after the bar incident, and Liam told him he was going to break his legs and now it’s all over the papers!

I won’t let you run after him for that!

Y/N, it’s a fucking private matter!

Yes, and Liam isn’t responsible. It was your old man who spoke about it, not him!

He should have held his fucking tongue!

You know he wouldn’t be Liam if he did. And you can’t hold him responsible for everything!

Noel looked at me, and I saw Liam hide in the corner of the corridor.

I…

Do you really hate him this much? I mean… look at him, you scared the shit out of him, he looks like a goddamn innocent child! You’re projecting your violence onto the wrong person Noel… He’s not your father, and Liam’s not your scapegoat and certainly not a punching bag.

Noel realized I was right. I gave him the keys and he went back to the room. Liam came out of hiding and came to me.

Thank ye, ye saved me life… again.

It’s okay Li’, I know he’s not angry at you. What happened in Dublin shook you both. I got the situation under control.

*

August 10th 1996- Knebworth:

I was sick. I couldn’t keep anything I ate. I didn’t know how I got this flu, but I couldn’t seem to get rid of it. It had been almost two weeks I got it, and I was mad at myself. Because it was one of the most important days of Noel’s life. I almost didn’t come with him to Knebworth.

What if I vomit in the helicopter, huh? I asked

I’ll take some barf bags with us, but there’s no fucking way ye’re not coming with me. I need ye, ye’ve really got to see this and live this. Without ye it won’t be the same. Please love, oh, and ye’ll be able to rest in there, I promise.

I sighed.

I trust you. Hope I won’t throw up on you.

So when the time had come, we got in the helicopter. I didn’t vomit in there even if the smell of cigarettes and perfumes mixed together didn’t help.

But at the minute we landed, I ran towards the first bushes I found and literally emptied my soul. Noel ran to me and held my hair up while I did so.

*

After the gig, I had the possibility to rest a bit, when the others were at the afterparty. A lot of people were there, famous one included, but I just couldn’t. I was woken by Patsy, Liam’s girlfriend, who wanted to know how I was doing.

Hi… She said, with her sweet voice

Hey! I answered, opening my eyes and smiling at her

Are you okay?

Could be better.

How did you get this flu?

I don’t know, but you know me, I really hate myself when I’m sick and I can’t move. It’s been two weeks now.

Have you seen a doctor?

Not yet, didn’t have the time to with the gigs and all that. Even if I’m Noel’s girlfriend I’m a roadie you know, so I’m working.

maybe you've been working yourself too hard and your immune system has finally given up on you.

I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Because I’m not vomiting 24/24. It’s only during mornings, evenings and late at night, as if someone was sparing me during daytime. And except throwing up I feel fine.

During mornings you said? huh… wait a minute. I’m no doctor but I think I’ve been through that so I’m gonna ask you some questions.

Huh…okay… I answered, unsure

Are there particular smells that makes you want to vomit?

That means?

I don’t know, like perfume or food?

Yeah.

Sensitive breasts?

Yeah! I answered, starting to feel reassured

No period?

Huh no, sadly I still have to go through this shit.

Doesn’t mean anything. Heartburn, abdominal bloating, bleeding gums?

Yup to abdominal bloating and bleeding gums but no heartburn.

Well… as I said I’m no doctor, but it really looks like what I’ve been through with James when I was pregnant. I mean the first months.

I chuckled.

Oh no no, it’s not possible, I’m on the pill. I’ve been for years now.

It's never been 100% sure, so you should do a test anyway. I'll buy you one or go with you to buy one tomorrow if you like.

I swear Patsy, that’s absolutely not possible.

Do it for Noel. These events can be beautiful surprises but can sometimes be absolute disasters. And especially for us, women.

I rolled my eyes, I was sure of myself, but I knew she wouldn’t let go of it as long as I didn’t do it.

Alright alright. We’ll go tomorrow. If we can find a pharmacy that’s open in this shithole since it will be Sunday.

I’m sure we’ll find one. With Knebworth happening and all the people coming here they might have been forced to open at least one. For the medics as well.

*

August 11th 1996:

It couldn’t be. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. No, it couldn’t be. And yet it was. I had the proof, right under my eyes. Patsy was right. But how could it be? I had my period, I was on the pill… How could I get pregnant? I never forgot any pill. I was shocked. And I didn’t know how Noel would react. It clearly wasn’t the right moment. Should I tell him at this right moment? Should I wait?

It couldn’t wait. Especially if he told me he didn’t want to keep it. And with what happened with his father when he was a child, did he even want to become a father himself?

It was all about doubts. And I couldn’t keep them to myself. Should I at least wait for him to get off stage?

And yet, you know me. I’m like Liam. I can’t hold my tongue. So a few minutes before he would go on stage, when I had my moment with him, knowing there would be the afterparty after that, was the only chance I had. And he knew me by heart. He knew something was off.

Hey, are ye okay? He asked, taking my face in his hands

Mmmh, yeah, still sick. But I think I might have understood why… I’m…

Ye’re?

I’m pregnant Noel.